THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PLACE ON EARTH (Contest & Fun)

"There was no place on earth like the Cornish Coast at sunrise."
When I wrote this first line of SINS OF THE HEART, I wasn't thinking of Earth Day, nor that the release would come at a time when the whole world was becoming conscious of the rapidly growing damage and danger to our planet. But here we are.

Release Day for SINS is next Tuesday, April 28. It seems appropriate for Earth Day, so I thought I'd do a contest to increase awareness and promote the cause of our beautiful planet. Let's begin by sharing our love for it.

We'll take it over several weeks, showing up to six photos you send me every Tuesday. Today, to begin, I'm showing you a few of the places on earth that are most beautiful in my heart. Most I've visited myself, but some, like the Coast of Cornwall I've seen only in pictures and my imagination.

I thought about having everyone vote for the favorite place, but instead I think I'd like for you to show us your photo, tell us why the place is so special for you in a sentence or two, and then maybe give us a sentence or two to tell how you think this beautiful place would be affected by global warming, pollution, over-population or other negative events in the future. I know sometimes photos don't come out nearly as wonderful as the sight we remember, but that's okay. Or you may have something that only very narrowly shows the place- perhaps like one I have of an orchid blooming at the edge of a very dim volcanic crater on a very overcast day. No one else would have the memories I have of the vastness of the Halema'uma'u Crater, but I can tell you about it. Just show us your favorite and I promise we'll understand.

Beach on North Kaua'i

Another thing you can do is to go sign this petition sent to me by Al Gore:
http://www.repoweramerica.org/earthday
If it doesn't suit your politics, I understand. But if you make a comment and mention that you signed it, I'll give you extra points toward the drawing. Also submitting photos will give you points. And general comments will too.

Dorothy Vernon's Bridge, Haddon Hall, near Bakewell, England

But what will be the prize? Well, that's why I'm late posting today- I'm trying to figure that out. You see, in June I'm going to my most beautiful place on earth, Hawaii, and I thought it would be cool to bring back something from there. But I can't figure out what it would be.

That's where you come in. What do you think would be a cool prize? Not a string of Tahitian black pearls, please. I'm either a cheap traveler or a no-traveler. There's nothing in between. But there are lots of wonderful things to be had that are a bit better than a day-glo Hawaii key chain.

Some thoughts:
1. A pound of the most wonderful Kona coffee anywhere- and contrary to malicious rumors, it is not bitter, but wonderfully smooth. It comes from a little restaurant over a famous coffee plantation on the cliffs above Kealakekua Bay on the Big Island. I will not set foot on the Big Island without going there.

2. A hand printed pareo. There are hundreds of these all over every island, and they are magnificent, and although most probably are not made in Hawaii, they are truly beautiful. I have one in a deep green and black print, which I bought on the shores of Kealakekua Bay years ago. They come in many colors, and all kinds of prints.

3. A palm frond hat, or woven bowl or basket. I'd get this in the street market in Hilo, I'd think. Or maybe a child's Hawaiian dress.

4. A small tiki.

5. A beautiful, semi-rare sea shell (perhaps a trident or conch or giant cowrie)

Caribbean Sea from Tulum, Mexico

6. A grow-it-yourself orchid or plumeria, or wild ginger. These come in packages all ready for you to start and grow yourself.

Is there something else you'd like to see as a prize? Tell me and I'll add it to the list. Maybe the winner will have a chance to pick one from the list. And then when we go to the Islands of Hawaii and Oahu June 4th through 13th, I'll have a lot of fun shopping for the prize.

I'll tell you more on Tuesday- I've got a lot more thinking to do about this. But for now, you can tell me what you'd like. And you can start sending me photos right away.

MERRILLEE WHREN'S INSPIRATIONAL HEROES

(SO SORRY FOR THIS DELAYED POST, EVERYONE. I THINK THE EMAIL SNAIL DROPPED IT IN A HOLE. AND YOU KNOW HOW WELL I SEE INTO HOLES. --Delle)


MERRILLEE SAYS:

Inspiring Inspirational Heroes

Heroes inspire us all to be better. The heroes in inspirational romance are very much like the heroes of all romances. They want to get the girl, but sometimes, in the beginning of the story, they don’t know it. The one thing that makes them different is a renewed or strengthened spiritual life that causes them to realize what is important and makes them step up to be heroes.

My favorite type of hero is the reluctant hero. They don’t set out to be heroes and seldom know they are. I love the lyrics to the song “Hero” sung by Mariah Carey. I think this song describes the reluctant hero perfectly. One line talks about casting fear aside. That’s what a hero has to do.

My current book from Steeple Hill, HOMECOMING BLESSINGS, is the third book in a series I wrote about three brothers, Wade, Matt and Peter Dalton. These men have chosen very different paths to follow but are all reluctant heroes in their own way.

Wade Dalton, the hero of FOUR LITTLE BLESSINGS, finds himself living next door to a young woman and her four noisy and exuberant charges—her two nieces and two nephews. All he wants is peace and quiet, but he is drawn into their lives and becomes the hero he never expected to be when he falls in love with all of them and has to cast aside his fear of being too old and too unhealthy to make them a family.

Matt Dalton, the hero of MOMMY’S HOMETOWN HERO, has been a hero on the battlefield in Afghanistan, but he never expects to be hero material when he returns home a wounded veteran. He especially can’t see himself as a hero in the eyes of the young woman that he has known since they were kids, especially since she is now a famous television star. He not only becomes a hero to her but to her little girl, as well, as he overcomes his fear of not measuring up.

Peter Dalton, the hero of HOMECOMING BLESSINGS, learns how to be a hero when he is thrust into an unfamiliar situation as he oversees a mission project where he has to work with his boss’s missionary daughter. He is sure his spiritual life can’t begin to measure up to hers. But he slowly and reluctantly falls in love with her and finds a way to overcome his fear of rejection.

I love to read stories about people who step up to a challenge despite their fears. Tell us about the reluctant heroes you love—fictional or real.

A NEW WAY OF EVADING TAXES

A body's got to have some relief from finishing up taxes while deadlines screech down in all directions. Right? I hope you don't think I've gone too far over the line, but I promise the below drivel is not a sign of dementia. It's only the desperate attempt of an inherently lazy person to escape responsibility.

Ever wonder about the Google Captcha words? They're supposed to be random, but are they? If you're like me, you've noticed how often they resemble traditional English words. You know- real letters, arranged in the kinds of combinations that are found in real English words, and yet they aren't?

What if they are real words? My son insists they are, and every time we type one of them out, it's returned to Google and somehow or other helps with word recognition.

Ooookay. That made a lot of sense, didn't it? But I couldn't find them in any dictionary so I wrote my own definitions. (Pictures? You expected pictures for a topic like this? Oh, all right, but don't blame me if they don't have much to do with the subject.)


droglike: In the manner of a drunken dog. Originally used to express politically incorrect gaffes and television appearances of the 2009 presidential and vice-presidential candidates.

deprow: (1) to remove the prow of a boat. (2) to turn the prow of a boat into a Home Depot. First used in Ypsofacto, Michigan in the Recession of 2008-9 when building trades suppliers were forced out of their big boxes into alternative business sites.

dretul: (1) Text-speak for a Dremel Moto Tool. (2) A contraction for "dreadful".

varizeza: The explanation for the amazing variation and diversity of the Gabor sisters' vocabulary.


prosc: What happens in the courtroom when the prosecutor runs with scissors.

mitioddl: In the middle of a diddle. An important term for expressing confusion, particularly to describe an inability to form a cohesive political action. First observed in the Regency period and later resurrected in the American elections of 2009 to express what no term currently in use could quite express.

aninguro: A hairless Angora goat bred for tropical climates. Used to produce a substance for knitting yarnless sweaters.

exedacho: A minor traffic violation, exceeding the speed of a choo choo in a race down the tracks to the nearest railroad crossing sign.

herist: The opposite of therist.

How about it? Any Captchas of your own to add?

I'M SO THIRSTY... A Weird and Wacky Midnight Tale

So, I went to bed a bit late last night. I'd had a really exhausting day trying to catch up with just about everything, and read a few chapters of a favorite new book, which put on my new ebook reader, and I kept reading much too long. But that's okay. I enjoy those moments of reverie before falling asleep when I can fantasize about my hero and heroine, and watch them fall in love as I'm falling asleep.

I put my usual glass of ice water on my night stand, crawled in bed and pulled up the quilt, and prepared to doze off, this time thinking about my Cornish smuggler Davy and the enigmatic Frenchwoman, Valerie, he rescued in the middle of the night from the wild West Coast of France. I really had not had enough water during the day and the bedroom felt stuffy. So I woke up thirsty, reached for the glass, and turned on my other side as I often do, drinking while barely propped up on my elbow. Man, was I tired, but that water was so icy and sweet...

Then all of a sudden, the slick, smooth blue glass, which was almost slimy from condensation, slipped from my hand. Faster than I could comprehend, the glass almost spit forward, tumbling over Jeff and onto the floor beyond his side of the bed. Oh, man, was I in for it now! It was so darn dark, I couldn't see where anything was, but I didn't have to see to know the carpet would be thoroughly soaked in icy cold water, with slippery ice cubes lurking in dark spots, just waiting to cause disaster.

I was so tired! Way too tired for this debacle. But I had no choice. Just a minute more, I thought. A minute to get my bearings, just close my eyes a second or two. Then I'd get up and and get some towels to soak it up. I could just picture Jeff, who gets up a lot in the night, stepping down on an icy, sopping carpet, maybe landing on the glass or an ice cube. I could hear the screams in my head. Nope. I had to get it up.

Groaning, I fumbled around the master bathroom in the dark not wanting to turn on lights and make the debacle even worse, and started spreading them out on the carpet by Jeff's side of the bed. I stomped on the towels like the Little Old Winemaker, sopping up the frigid water that soaked up through them into my socks, sending shivers warping through me as if I had dared to walk out barefoot into the snow. I couldn't see anything, it was so dark, so I had to feel my way around with my feet, trying to find the glass, but I couldn't figure out where it had gone. Neither were the ice cubes.

Feeling around, I slowly began to realize nothing was quite right. I was still in my bed. Darn, I must have gone back to sleep instead of getting up. All that water was still there, just waiting for poor Jeff to land his bare feet into its icy, sopping puddle. I had just dreamed the bit about getting the towels. But I still had time. If I got up now, and hurried to get the towels, I could spread them out and stomp them to absorb the cold water. I did that. And I got down on my knees, feeling around with my hands, trying to find those ice cubes and that blasted blue glass that had already eluded me, or no, wait, that was a dream, and I'm just now doing that. Fumbling around in the dark on my knees with my toes pressing into the soggy, freezing cold carpet, soaking my socks even more, if that was possible.

No, wait, that had been a dream too. And I wasn't wearing socks anyway, so I'd just imagined getting my feet clammy cold. Which meant they couldn't be sopping up icy water now. What the heck, had I dropped off to sleep again and just repeated the dream instead of getting up?

What the heck was the matter with me? I knew I had to get it all cleaned up before Jeff woke up and got the shock of his life. So I started to get up again. Come on, quit falling back to sleep. Get up.

Speaking of Jeff, I couldn't figure out why he wasn't already awake because usually this sort of commotion would wake him up. But then, he'd have his hearing aids out, and gunshots in the hallway wouldn't be enough to wake him up. Although it was odd-- there was really no way the glass could have vaulted over him without some of it dousing him as well as the bed, and I could feel there was no water on the sheet. That brought up the next question: Why wasn't he sitting up in bed screaming like he'd just been bitten by a snake?

Pat, pat, pat. My hands probed around the sheet, almost to touch him but not quite, because for sure that would wake him, and even more than before, I did not want hm stirring. It was dry. Very gingerly I felt over the quilt. Dry, too.

I put out my hand to my night stand and reached for the glass, where it would be if it had not spilled. There it was. Not the smooth blue glass one I thought I'd spilled, but one of the ruby red cut-glass patterned ones, still full of water, lukewarm because all the ice had long since melted.

And the green glow from Jeff's alarm clock illuminated the room quite well, the way it always does. So did the bright full moon shining through the window.

Hell. Plotting in my sleep again.

Phantom of the Opera vs Hero of The Unlacing of Miss Leigh by Diane Gaston

Dark and disturbed as he was, The Phantom of the Opera, as played by Gerard Butler, captivated our hearts and fantasies. Romantic, yes, but terrifyingly disturbed, and not a hero for a romance. But read how multi-award-winning author Diane Gaston performed a fantastic transformation to create a hero we could never forget:

DIANE SAYS:

When I first caught the movie Phantom of the Opera on cable, I was struck with the power of this dark, tortured character. I was not alone; about a brazillion members of GerardButler.net joined me. I even blogged about it. I always wanted to write a hero based on Gerard Butler's Phantom and when I was offered a Harlequin Historical Undone, I had my chance.

The result is The Unlacing of Miss Leigh, available as of April 1 on eHarlequin and other eBook venues. Harlequin Historical Undone is a short story offered in ebook format at a low price. It is Harlequin Historical at its most sensual, for when you are pining to read a sexy historical but don't have time for a whole book.

Whenever you are basing a character on another fictional character or a real person, you must make that character your own. The trick is to use the essence of the original character but not to make a copy.

There were certain qualities that I wanted to keep for my character:

1. A Regency setting. The Phantom of the Opera took place in the late 1800s. I write Regency Historical Romance and needed a Regency setting that evoked the same sort of mystery as the Paris Opera Theatre. Vauxhall Gardens fit the bill, mimicking the darkness and mystery of the Phantom's lair.

2. A disfigured face and a need for a mask
My hero, however, had not grown up disfigured, like the Phantom; his face was scarred during a battle with the French, but he had a similar shame of his true appearance, the same need to hide. I was tempted to make the mask white leather, like the Phantom's, but my explanation of the mask (he had it made by a Venetian mask maker; it was molded to his face) seemed too complex. I opted instead for a black silk mask.

3. A tortured, lonely hero
The damage to his face and his resulting depression make my hero feel he is not fit to be seen in public. He's withdrawn from everyone, but he is intensely lonely, especially for the company of a woman. His tortured loneliness is similar to the Phantom and both lead to a desire for a woman in their lives. This desire drives both men to go to outrageous lengths to have the company of a woman.

The Phantom, no matter how enticingly depicted by Gerard Butler, was still a disturbed individual, a murderer. You can't have a disturbed murderer the hero of your romance. There were ways I had to make my hero different than the Phantom.

1. The Phantom is mad. His obsession reaches extreme proportions and his traumatic past has made him psychiatrically disturbed, so disturbed he kills for no good reason. These are not the traits of a romantic hero. A romantic hero may be tortured, but he cannot be crazy.

2. The Phantom desires Christine and in the end forces her to be with him. A hero does not use force, so I had to find a way for my hero to coerce the heroine to be with him. My hero bribes her, but feels guilty about it.

3. The Phantom lets Christine go, but a romance doesn't end with the hero alone and the heroine with another man. I had to find a way for my tortured, disfigured hero to have his happy ending with the heroine!

What if anything drew you to Gerard Butler's Phantom of the Opera? What do you like about a Dark Hero?

A CHARACTER IS BORN

People often ask me where I get my ideas for characters, or more often, where I got the idea for a particular character. My first thought is simply: he's the person he had to be. But the truth is, forming a character is a profound and complex process, part coming from the writer's deep instinct about human nature, and part hard, cold, rational planning.

People also often ask whether it's the plot or the character that come first for me, and this is one question I can't answer. Robert McKee says in his book STORY, that character and story are inseparable, and this is something I 've always believed. For me, the first glimmer might be about a situation, a dilemma, a "what if?", or it might be a character who in some way seems unique or interesting. But immediately when I see one, I see the other.

For example in LADY WICKED (unpublished), I asked myself what happens to a Regency lady is cast off by her husband as an adulteress, but she didn't do anything wrong? And what happens if she discovers her husband's true motive was to trick his worst enemy into taking her in so her husband could sue in court and ruin the man? It took only a flicker in time before Davina, angry and bitter after years of abuse, stepped onto the stage. I also saw her immense inner strength that willed her to do whatever it took, even being accused of adultery, to break free of her abusive marriage and be left at last alone to run her own life. I knew, for her, another man in her life would be like drinking poison. Then who should step up to meddle in her life but Lord Savoury, an aimless and callous adventurer down on his luck, but who couldn't stop being her knight in tarnished armor even when she didn't want to be rescued. However the story might turn from there, these two lovers were firmly cast, and I knew the story could only go one way, the way these two must go.

People are all alike in certain ways, and they are all different in other ways. Characters must be that way too. A character must begin with his universal bond with the rest of humanity, whether it be a common experience, or a dilemma or emotion, such as an adolescent who struggles to find his identity as he separates into adulthood, yet has a deep-seated yearning to belong. We all either went through that struggle or know people who did, and a character in a book who feels this pain and struggles to resolve the conflict resonates deeply with us as readers.

But that alone is not enough, for every human being also has his uniqueness, and a character who is completely like everyone else lacks depth. Melisande, in my book FIRE DANCE, for example, was deliberately making the ultimate sacrifice for the people she loved. Her common ground lay in her love and loyalty for her people, and was easy to spot, but I didn't know what made her different. Then in the second chapter, out of the clear blue, this girl started hearing voices. I thought, I can't do this. Everyone will think she's crazy, and she's not. Then I realized this part of her could not be ignored. She completely believed she was demon-possessed, but I saw the voices as expressing her fears of death and Hell when the force of her personality refused to let her act on her fears. But that wasn't all. It took two more chapters before I realized the poor girl had no sense of humor. It wasn't a conscious choice for her. Nothing in her grim life had taught her how to enjoy humor, and her very literal mind couldn't comprehend it. To her, jokes seemed like lies, and she didn't see how an untruth could be funny. She was forever taking a joke literally, but other people knew it, understood, and found it endearing. At that moment, the true Melisande was born.

A character must have Strengths, but the other side of strength is weakness, and he must also have Flaws. Often the two are intertwined so closely that they really are the same trait. In my many years of social work, I often worked with children I called Kids of Steel, for against overwhelming odds, they found ways not just to cope and survive, but to grow beyond their environments into successful adults. But this same steel was acquired at a price. They might passionately support underdog causes, or deeply love others, yet they often had difficulty relating, or had a giant chip sitting on their shoulder. They'd had to close down the most intimate, vulnerable side of themselves in order to survive the pain of their childhoods, and as adults they didn't know how to re-build it.

In my current work GILDING LILLY, my hero is such a man, coming from an aristocratic family whose scandalous behavior is the scourge of society. Somehow in his childhood, he found the courage to be different, pledging to be honorable above all else. To survive, he had to distance himself from his disgraceful family, and family is the last thing he wants in his life. So what has to happen to him? His sister dies, begging him to take over and raise her son, the world's most obnoxious kid. Honor dictates he must, but reality says he will fail at a task he almost despises, and if he fails, he will dishonor himself. His strength has become his weakness, and he has to do a lot more than just find a wife to help him. It was when Gabe took a deep breath and stepped into his honor-bound child-raising/monster-taming role that he was born as a character.

People do what they are; they are what they do. The two cannot be separated. A person might very well desire to become honest and trustworthy, but if he takes the easy way out in his decisions, and that easy way is to be dishonest just this once, then he becomes more and more dishonest as time goes on. His actions help solidify his original behavior.

If just any character can be thrown into your plot and perform its deeds, then you need to go back and re-think both the plot and the character. But if you find a hero whose dilemma resonates in everyone's souls, as did William Wallace in BRAVEHEART, if you give him the uniqueness of Jack Sparrow in PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN, and find the strengths and weaknesses that are inherent in both of those characters, then you will have found a hero who can have only one story, and that story cannot belong to anyone but him.

And that is the time when a character is born.

Move Over Kindle! eSlick Has Arrived!

The revolution in ebook readers is finally beginning to come within our reach. For over ten years, readers and writers of ebooks have dreamed of an inexpensive, easy to use, pleasurable reader. We've been sure it's possible, yet sometimes it seems the manufacturers were not just ignoring what we wanted but outright flaunting what we didn't want. Under a hundred dollars, we said. Okay, we'd be reasonable- under two hundred dollars. Instead, we got four hundred and above. We could see possibilities in the new offerings, but still, what we said we wanted just wasn't there.

Still, I think we should be grateful that the gadget guys of the world kept trying to turn something we saw as rather ordinary into something else. While we waited for the latest installment of the can-opener-cell phone, there were others seeking a great low-energy using screen, tinier but more powerful memory, and the things that mattered to us.

Some of the reasons I haven't bought an ebook reader up to now:
1. Too expensive.
2. Icky dull green screen.
3. Clumsy to use.
4. Proprietary software that would force me to buy my books only from the e-reader manufacturer.
5. Bells and whistles I don't want.
6. Better screen, but not well lit.
7. Formatting loss in larger fonts.

So why did I change my mind and buy one now? Especially why did I stick my neck out and buy a newly developed one with no track record? Is Foxit's eSlick worth the risk I took?

A little history here: Like a lot of people, the lack of a decent, inexpensive ereader held me back on buying ebooks, and probably on reading them, too. The early readers were in the "okay" range, I guess, but I hated the dull gray-green screen. Reading on my laptop was far better, but it wasn't a very portable arrangement. When Kindle and Sony brought out their readers, they made a giant leap forward with the use of the eInk screen. But two things stood in my way, and they tied together. How could any company justify such a high price but give me no other choice except to buy books only from them- and usually over-priced as well? Kindle had the advantage in book selection and ease of download, but Amazon is the one company in the world I don't want to have dominion over all my reading material.

Things started looking up recently when Sonys began to appear at discount prices. That usually means a new model is about to debut, and sure enough, they resolved some of their drawbacks like buttons along the side that were frustratingly easy to trigger, and a screen that needed more light. But instead of becoming cheaper, the price jumped up another hundred dollars. Holy cow! All I wanted was a book reader! I didn't need a built-in microwave!

There were others around and some looked pretty good, like the JetBook, which has built-in translators. Astak reader kept promising to come out, but as it delayed and delayed, the projected price went up. $299 to $349 seems to be what manufacturers think they ought to get, while those of us down here on earth dream of finding a nice reader with decently new and workable hardware and software under $200. I've only seen that once, very recently when JetBook's original model surfaced at Fry's Electronics for $179.99. At such a giveaway price for a model that was originally $299, you could be pretty sure the next model was lurking in the wings. Sure enough, it's here, at MSRP of $349! Bargain today available for that magic number, $299. And those cheapie, now-obsolete models? Almost all gone now.

I signed up to buy eSlick last December, and my biggest concern then was whether it would follow Astak's track and just never get off the ground. Maybe I'd lose my deposit. But the initial "investment" price was $229.99, $70 under that bottom line price manufacturers seem to aim for. Sorry, you can't get it for that now, but the current intro price of $259 keeps it in the ballpark.

What else? It's slim and lightweight-lighter than any of the others. eSlick is actually a tad taller than Sony, making reading on it in landscape mode just a wee bit better. Fonts are enlargeable, and it can be read in both portrait and landscape mode, meaning I could enlarge the print and read something in bed that didn't strain my eyes. It has an MP-3 player, which means nothing to me, but might impress some people. It doesn't have those annoying side buttons like Sony. No mini-keyboard like Kindle. No proprietary software like Kindle (at least t looks like Sony may give up on this dumb idea). No language translator. It doesn't talk to you. No cell phone. No calculator. No built-in GPS. No kitchen sink. It reads ebooks. Its basic format is PDF, although it will also read TXT. And images such as JPG book covers, GIF etc. With the PDF converter, I can even read my own manuscripts on it.

Although it has its drawbacks, eSlick lives up to its major promises, and I'm willing to guess there will be future versions with most of the bugs worked out. The screen is the same type and quality as any other eInk model, since they're all made by the same company. The case and navigation button lack Sony's sleek sophistication, being plastic and looking like it, but I remind myself I want to read books, not look cool, and the extra hundred dollars is best not spent on sleek surfaces. Still, for plastic, it looks pretty slick. It ought to have a cover. Doesn't need one, really- still, it ought to have one.

The navigation button interfaces with the software to accomplish eSlick's basic features. "Go To" is surprisingly primitive, yet very operable, and it eliminates those expensive annoying number buttons that irritated Sony buyers. Clicks get you where you want to go.

See the photo with those tiny little metal buttons on the side? At first I didn't like them, until I realized they're not easy to press, yet not hard. They're actually out of the way of accidental touch, and just hard enough to press that you aren't likely to be sending yourself astray all the time. But I can't read those indented symbols, can you? The symbols need to be indented on the front of the case beside the buttons where they're easily visible.

ESlick is also a little clumsy in getting to certain modes (like the landscape view I like) without losing standard formatting, but it can be done. Takes a few more clicks. But think about it: are we so afraid of losing a few seconds that we can't deal with a few extra clicks? Once there, it's set. You don't have to keep re-setting every time you go back to that book.

I decided to try putting one of my manuscripts on it to see how it read, and was surprised at how easy it was to do. In TXT format, it loses all formatting, which I expected. But converting to PDF is as easy as printing, but without the paper. Can your read it? Click on the photo to enlarge it, and see what you think.

It's also easy to download books from the internet and just move them to the eSlick, or if you want, to the SD chip that's included in your order. Kindle touts its wireless delivery straight to the reader, and that's nice. But it probably doesn't even take half a minute longer to move the download to the reader. Is that really worth Kindle's high price? We're pretty used to saving our work to a second file, and that's all we're doing with the eSlick.

The manuscript here is from my WIP, Sidhe. I learned that if I enlarge my font from 12 pt to 15 pt, I can keep standard formatting without having to use the "Reflow" which re-position words when using larger fonts. Reflow is a nice feature, and I will use it when having to deal with books that have an initial font that's too small for my comfort. But I have to give up format to do it. That's going to be true for any ereader, I think. Something, at least, you can't do with any paper book.

By the way, don't feel you have to purchase Foxit's PDF Creator software. And you don't have to agree to accept one of their "Advertisers'" promotions to get their license free for a year. Why would you do that? Their software does seem to be perfectly good, but so far I see no advantage over other PDF software that can be obtained free. And besides, you can go on using the Foxit PDF Creator in "Evaluation Mode". Who cares if they mark it that way?

I'm not pleased with the battery, which for some reason took no charge last night, and didn't have enough juice even to reach the welcome screen this morning. But it might actually be a software glitch like the kind Windows so frequently has- yet the OS of this device is supposed to be Linux. I ran the reader down completely before re-charging, which might have triggered something that kept it from charging. I re-set and plugged it in again, and after about twenty minutes the opening screen lit up and it worked fine. It could all be just fine now, but I'll be watching it.

All of these readers need a light in low light situations because they're not backlit like a laptop screen is (the new Sony fixed that). But it doesn't justify an extra hundred dollars. Looking around the house, I discovered a Mighty Bright light. You can see it in the photos- it's purple, and clipped onto the reader. To give it a good, non-jiggly fit, I padded the clip. Any foam tape would hold something to pad it. Put the padding only on the lower side of the clip and it will fit better. I have another much tinier light by Book Owl, and it will probably be nice for traveling, but the Mighty Bright has two bulbs and illuminates the whole screen better.

And did I really need to buy a cover? No. Why did I? Well, I thought it was cool. What I bought doesn't belong with my reader, but it works well. It's a day planner cover from At-a-Glance, for $9.50. You can see I'm getting gadgety here: Large rubber bands hold the reader in place on the back cardboard of a small tablet- I'll replace all of that with something classier- black elastic or strap tape with Velcro.

So will the eSlick hold up well? Don't know. It is plastic, but it's a pretty tough plastic. There re some cheap things about it. But for the most part it seems durable enough for what it needs to do. What about other questions like warranty, software updates and the like? Well, they're a pretty small company. On the other hand, that could mean they have their feet on the ground like the rest of us, and maybe that's good.

Still not satisfied? Are there more changes coming for ebooks? Well, it looks like the manufacturers are sensing the needs of businessmen. Document. Paper, briefcases. That's good for the rest of us, at least in terms of coming innovations.

There's a letter-size e-reader in the offing from Plastic Logic, in the UK. http://www.plasticlogic.com/product.html

iRex, in the Netherlands, is making advances in iLiad. But they're really expensive, in the $700-800 range. You can write information into it. Qualcomm and eInk are both on the track of color screens. One manufacturer in Europe even has a flexible screen that rolls up into a fairly small roll. An entire newspaper can download to it. And the good news is, the more they find things that appeal to the working guys, the more likely we insignificant readers will reap the benefits in terms of better design and cheaper prices. In the meantime, all we need is the simple little Foxit eSlick.