Book Tour: Where are we tomorrow?

Welcome to the blog tour for award-winning novel, Where Are We Tomorrow by Tavi Taylor Black! Read on for more info and a chance to win a $25 Amazon e-Gift Card!

Where We Are Tomorrow

Publication Date: May 31st, 2021

Genre: Contemporary Fiction/ Women’s Fiction

Publisher: TouchPoint Press

Alex Evans, a thirty-six year old touring electrician, discovers through an accidental pregnancy and then the pain of miscarriage that she truly wants a family. But to attempt another pregnancy, she’ll have to change both her career and her relationship; her partner Connor, ten years her senior, isn’t prepared to become a father again.

When Alex is implicated in an accident involving the female pop star she works for, she and three other women on tour rent a house together in Tuscany. While the tour regroups, confessions are made, secrets are spilled: the guitar tech conceals a forbidden love, the production assistant’s ambition knows no limits, and the personal assistant battles mental issues.

Through arguments and accidents, combating drug use and religion, the women help each other look back on the choices they’ve made, eventually buoying each other, offering up strength to face tough decisions ahead.

TRIGGER WARNING: MISCARRIAGE/ ADDICTION/ GRIEF 

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Excerpt

Inside the concrete arena, programmed lights whirred and spun in rhythm; eleven thousand fans watched, mesmerized, as vibrant magenta and violet beams sliced through midnight black. On stage, the band regurgitated the same set as the night before, and the night before that. They’d performed the set in Mexico City and Guadalajara. As far south as Santiago and Lima. The road crew for Sadie Estrada’s Home Remedy tour knew each dip in volume, each drop in the beat. They knew exactly, down to the second, how much time it required to step outside and suck down a Marlboro. These time-zone travelers planned bathroom breaks by the songs’ measures; no one missed a cue to mute the stage mics, to hand out room-temp bottled water for set breaks, to pull up house lights.

Behind heavy velvet curtains, separated from the frenzied pace of the show, Alex unscrewed the cover of a moving light to expose the core: circuit boards and capacitors, motors connected to color wheels. Deep bass, feedback, and the fevered pitch of collective voices penetrated the curtain, the familiar, almost comforting reverberations of life on the road. Alex continued her diagnosis, removing the light harness as a mother removes a soiled diaper— routinely, with a touch of tenderness. While she located and replaced the broken part, she kept an ear to the music, alert to the final measure of the set, ready to repack her multi-wheeled toolbox, move on to the next city, set up again.

Alex ran the light through all its functions, testing and retesting once she’d replaced the gobo wheel. The body of the light panned and tilted, working fine. A small victory.

“Sure you know what you’re doing, little lady?” Alex turned at the familiar voice of the tour’s production manager.

“Funny,” she said. “Very original. For that, you get to help me put it away.” Alex waited for another barb, one about her not being able to lift the seventy pounds by herself, but Joe simply helped her flip and crate the unit, a harder task for him at 5’2” than it was for Alex, a good five inches taller.

The arena crackled in anticipation of the show’s climax. Thousands of voices swelled and surged, a unified congregation. The body of the moving light settled into the carved Styrofoam, and Alex tucked its tail inside the handle. As she slammed the case shut, Joe’s laminate got caught inside the box, and he was jerked down by the lanyard around his neck. He freed the latches and yanked it clear, smoothing the wrinkles from the photo of his two young children, a wallet-sized clipping he’d taped behind his backstage pass. Joe caught Alex eyeing the photo.

“When are you gonna give in and pop out a few yourself?” Joe asked.

Alex breathed slowly, letting a brief sadness settle into her body, though her face wore a practiced, blank expression. She gestured into the smothering dark, into the roar of the crowd and sweat-filled air. “And give up all this?”

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About the Author

Tavi Black lives on an island near Seattle where she designs sets for the ballet, works as the tour manager for a musical mantra group, and has founded an anti-domestic violence non-profit organization. Before earning an MFA from Lesley University, Tavi spent 14 years touring with rock bands. Several of Tavi’s short stories have been shortlisted for prizes, including Aesthetica Magazine’s Competition, and the Donald Barthelme Prize for Short Prose.

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Simply 6 Minutes: Oh, Deer…

The deer are losing their land!

The Sound of One Hand Typing

When we first moved to our home in the Atlanta suburbs, it was still pretty “country” around here. There wasn’t a lot of shopping close by, and much of the area was either overgrown with kudzu, heavily wooded, or was horse farms. Over the 30+ years we’ve lived here, the horse farms have been subdivided, areas that were covered with kudzu have been paved over and big strip malls have been built, and the wooded areas have been cleared and subdivisions have been built.

The one sad thing is that the woods near us were home to a herd of deer, and when the land was cleared they lost their homes. A few of them have moved into our neighborhood and can sometimes be spotted munching on the foliage in our yard. A lot of people see them as nuisance animals, but they were here first, so I try to…

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FOWC with Fandango — Boutique

Betsy was a lady
with hair down to her arse
she loved her boutique clothing
despite it being sparse
She walked into a diner
to grab a bite to go
She didn’t see him staring
She didn’t even know
Then she left the diner
to walk out in the park
she didn’t know he followed
despite it getting dark
When she stopped to ponder
the trail that was amiss
the man jumped out and grabbed her
her lips was where he kissed
She thought that she was being
hurt by some old kooky nut
she knew that she could hit him
she knew she’d kick his butt
but when she saw his face then
under the moon so bright
she realized its her lover
Her man, her Mister Right!

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

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Blitzen Interview

Hahahaha! Now we know the truth!

A Unique Title For Me

If you want to know what is the real Santa is like, we got it straight from the reindeer’s mouth and this little cutie is not holding back any punches, giving us the dope on the guy in the red suit, how his wife doesn’t really bake any cookies and how Rudolph got his nose to be so bright.  Blitzen is here with us today on Channel 3 as we take a trip up to the North Pole and everything is melting because of global warming.  It appears that Santa is down in Bermuda today on a well-deserved vacation, but he is keeping to his schedule, by having his sleigh in for repairs and a tune up.  He is also having a hole repaired in his magical toy sack, but Blitzen isn’t letting us know how that thing actually works.  Mrs. Claus is busy purchasing sugarplum cookies that are actually…

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Simply 6 Minutes—Welcome To The Challenge: 09/21/2021

I love deer interviews!

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Christine of Stine Writing is our hostess for the Simply 6 Minutes challenge.
Once again she’s given us a terrific picture to work with.

Image: reckontalk.com

Hello! Have you brought dinner?
No? Then why are you waving that lollipop at me?
Am I getting paid for this? I don’t come cheap you know.
Is this my good side? Do I look handsome and dashing?
I suppose I have to smile at the camera.
Is that thing on? I mean, I want to look my best.
This dating agency thing is a bit of a bind, but I thought I’d give it a go.
No puns about Dear Heart though please. I’m a Llama.
Are you sure that isn’t dinner?

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simply six minutes challenge: 09/21/2021a random movie scene

These poor deer interviewees!

sound mind journey

Well, I am pleased too to meet you.

My name? I’m afraid I can’t tell you right now.

Please don’t get me wrong, Miss, I um I just don’t seem to remember right now. But it will come to me shortly. Ah, I clearly remember it starts with A… or B or C ? Never mind.

Why am I here alone? Why can’t I be here? Surely I can be alone at times, or most times. Unseemly of me? No way, ma’am, no way. A chap can be alone anytime he or she or they want. It’s a sunny day and all that snow. I like being here just minding my own business…

O, you mean it’s a working day and I shouldn’t be out here in the wild, and instead, i should be in my important office signing important stuff? I beg your pardon? I have already done all…

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Simply 6 Minutes – I’ve never seen the like!

Great deer interview!

RANDOM THOUGHTS by Trish

Thanks to Christine at #StineWriting for the weekly Simply 6 Minutes challenge. Use the photo prompt to write anything to comes to mind, in six minutes. Submit as is, or quick edits allowed. Enjoy.

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“Can you tell us what happened here today?”

Well, I was late to the party. Herds came from all everywhere.

Apparently the humans had been here in droves early in the day.

They’d camped for hours, set some campfires, laughed and sang.

They’d cooked up some food – we could smell it for miles.

It’s why we all stampeded out here in the first place.

There were holes in the ice – how men catch their dinner. Fish, you know.

There were these huge barrel things, leaking brown water.

When the men left, the herds converged – looking for leftovers.

And man, they feasted. There were guts everywhere, and fresh fish kept jumping out of…

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Beautiful visit from “a friend” while walking the dog today. I’ve heard all dragonflies are celestial visitors.