Announcing a New Memoir Genre: 55 Word Brain Farts by Gary Canant
Pismo Beach, CA (PRWEB) July 16, 2013 -- 55 Word Brain Farts is a series of memoirs consisting of 55 word loosely connected stories: Brain Farts. The Good Ol’ Days is the first work released and gives a new perspective on growing up in the South in the 50’s and 60’s.
The inspiration for 55 word stories comes from a 55 word fiction contest run yearly by a local newspaper that is designed to sharpen writing skills. The author had three winning entries (out of 25) in the 2013 contest.
The 55 word limit sounds deceptively simple, but it is difficult to fit an entire credible story into only 55 words. The discipline keeps the stories crisp, concise and fun to read.
Books in the 55 Word Brain Farts series are:
• The Good Ol’ Days – Growing up in the Old South – eBook only $1.99.
Future Releases
• Good Ol’ Days Now? – Will the future remember now as the Good Ol’ Days?
• Taps in Vietnam – The chronicles of a trip to Vietnam to play Taps at the battlefields along the DMZ.
• Life in Vietnam – Memoirs of living in the Vietnam War with pictures and snippets of letters from Vietnam.
• The Central Coast – An unorthodox travel guide to the wonders and wonders? of the California Central Coast.
Other books by the author
• Dear Maxie, Letters from Vietnam – Over 130 letters from Gary to his new wife Maxie –eBook $3.99, paperback 20% off on Lulu or through the website.
The premise for The Good Ol’ Days is people reminisce about the 50s and 60s as a time when all was right with the world. It wasn’t. Segregation was strictly enforced; the KKK ran rampant; the air and water were polluted; religious pulpits were misused; violence, alcohol and people abuse were prevalent; plus we had an unwanted war. On the other hand, it may have really been the Good Ol’ Days, especially if you were white. It was a simpler time: The U.S. was rebuilding after the War; people had jobs, went to church, joined civic organizations and weren’t extremely rich or poor. Kids played all over the neighborhood and felt safe.
A story from The Good Ol’ Days relates an incident at a colored water fountain, “I took a drink from the ‘Colored’ water fountain at the train station. Mom jerked me away before anyone could see what I had done. Just as I thought, the water looked and tasted the same as the water from the ‘Whites Only’ water fountain. The water was crystal clear and wasn’t colored after all.”
Distributed as eBooks by Lulu; also on the iBookstore, on Nook and available on the website http://55wordbrainfarts.com/. The eBooks can be read by any ePub reader.
Gary Canant, http://55wordbrainfarts.com/, +1 805 215-3805, [email protected]
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