Shane Lambert's Blog
March 21, 2023
Discussion of realism for my novel
Recently, I discussed the concept of realism for my novel. I think all works of fiction have a form of realism applied to it. In my discussion, I discuss realism in a situational sense.Exits to YouTube video discussion of realism
April 1, 2022
Republished my old novel, revamped
Hi everyone. If you are interested in my writing, then please take note of THE SUIT IN THE BACKPACK. I originally published this in 2013, however, since then I have made so many changes that little of the original survives. The novel is on Amazon, I'm confident that it's high-quality fiction, and I am offering a free promotion from April 1st to April 3rd inclusive 2022.
December 5, 2019
Jack the Ripper Suspect - A Protagonist
Check out my article at short-stories-online.com. I found a Jack the Ripper suspect names in a short story that was published in 1894. You have to read this to believe it.
http://short-stories-online.com/2019/...
http://short-stories-online.com/2019/...
October 24, 2016
Edmonton Oilers article I wrote recently
Are the Edmonton Oilers under-rated?
http://us.blastingnews.com/sports/201...
http://us.blastingnews.com/sports/201...
October 21, 2016
New article on Roger Federer that I just wrote!
I'm excited about this new article on Roger Federer which looks at his upcoming 2017 season.
http://us.blastingnews.com/sports/201...
http://us.blastingnews.com/sports/201...
October 4, 2016
New Fiction Books to Read on Amazon Kindle
The setting is the summer of 1987 near the western Canadian mural town of Chemainus, British Columbia on Vancouver Island.
Chris, an 11-year old baseball player, is on Vancouver Island visiting his grandparents. With a few days before his cousins arrive, a problem develops that proves difficult to solve. Since Chris is way from home, he has no local friends and nearby Fuller Lake doesn't take much energy out of him.
His grandparents, Charles and Bethany, decide that the best way to alleviate Chris' boredom is to allow their grandchild to use a pellet gun, one that is normally reserved to protect their large garden from the plant eaters in the area.
However, every character in the story, including the peripheral ones, have a different take on the pellet gun. In this fiction, which was released in the fall of 2016,
readers will find themselves immersed in a truly captivating story, where perspective is the key.
https://www.amazon.com/Pellet-Gun-Sha...
Chris, an 11-year old baseball player, is on Vancouver Island visiting his grandparents. With a few days before his cousins arrive, a problem develops that proves difficult to solve. Since Chris is way from home, he has no local friends and nearby Fuller Lake doesn't take much energy out of him.
His grandparents, Charles and Bethany, decide that the best way to alleviate Chris' boredom is to allow their grandchild to use a pellet gun, one that is normally reserved to protect their large garden from the plant eaters in the area.
However, every character in the story, including the peripheral ones, have a different take on the pellet gun. In this fiction, which was released in the fall of 2016,
readers will find themselves immersed in a truly captivating story, where perspective is the key.
https://www.amazon.com/Pellet-Gun-Sha...
THE PELLET GUN - Short fiction
How many different points of view are possible on an inanimate object?
When Chris, an 11 year old, visits his grandparents on Vancouver Island in the summer of 1987 he quickly grows bored. To alleviate his boredom, his grandparents decide to let him use their pellet gun, an item they own to protect their large garden from the area's herbivores.
Where does Chris take the gun as his grandparents sleep? What happens when his cousins and aunt arrive?
Depending on whose point of view you empathize with the pellet gun is either an evil weapon, a diversion, a babysitter, a right of passage, a symbol of authority, a tool that needs to be mastered, a trifle, an asset, or a symbol of the gap between the generations.
Readers will find themselves immersed in this truly captivating story, one that can be read in one or two sittings, where a pellet gun is the center piece in a narrative set on beautiful Vancouver Island.
When Chris, an 11 year old, visits his grandparents on Vancouver Island in the summer of 1987 he quickly grows bored. To alleviate his boredom, his grandparents decide to let him use their pellet gun, an item they own to protect their large garden from the area's herbivores.
Where does Chris take the gun as his grandparents sleep? What happens when his cousins and aunt arrive?
Depending on whose point of view you empathize with the pellet gun is either an evil weapon, a diversion, a babysitter, a right of passage, a symbol of authority, a tool that needs to be mastered, a trifle, an asset, or a symbol of the gap between the generations.
Readers will find themselves immersed in this truly captivating story, one that can be read in one or two sittings, where a pellet gun is the center piece in a narrative set on beautiful Vancouver Island.
September 17, 2016
The Pellet Gun - Amazon Kindle
I wrote new work of fiction. I wanted it to be a short story, but I carried on a bit. Call it a long story if you want, but it's certainly not novel length in my view.
Please check it out, I really think you might be surprised by it! Follow my tweets for Free Promotional days, otherwise it is just $0.99.
Read the preview at Amazon with your Kindle or at my homepage:
http://shanelambertpublications.blogs...
Please check it out, I really think you might be surprised by it! Follow my tweets for Free Promotional days, otherwise it is just $0.99.
Read the preview at Amazon with your Kindle or at my homepage:
http://shanelambertpublications.blogs...
July 20, 2015
Description for SHORT-TERMED SOMETHINGS
This is the third volume in the well-reviewed Back to Alberta, Back to Edmonton series, following both A PREFERENCE FOR TRANSIENCE and BACKPACKERS' DISILLUSIONMENT.
In SHORT-TERMED SOMETHINGS Shayne Christopher continues to travel in the United States alongside Linda Smithson, a young woman from Wales that he'd befriended in Seattle. The two of them, for better or worse, head south to Los Angeles and then over to Las Vegas - all the while knowing that the end of their time together is imminent.
How does an eight-day romantic relationship in October of 2004 affect the two of them?
In SHORT-TERMED SOMETHINGS the issue of futile romance is examined against the backdrop of budget travel through some rough parts of the USA.
Is Shayne better off when Linda leaves?
What about her?
Search Amazon for the Back to Alberta, Back to Edmonton series.
In SHORT-TERMED SOMETHINGS Shayne Christopher continues to travel in the United States alongside Linda Smithson, a young woman from Wales that he'd befriended in Seattle. The two of them, for better or worse, head south to Los Angeles and then over to Las Vegas - all the while knowing that the end of their time together is imminent.
How does an eight-day romantic relationship in October of 2004 affect the two of them?
In SHORT-TERMED SOMETHINGS the issue of futile romance is examined against the backdrop of budget travel through some rough parts of the USA.
Is Shayne better off when Linda leaves?
What about her?
Search Amazon for the Back to Alberta, Back to Edmonton series.
July 16, 2015
Opening to Part Three of the Back to Alberta, Back to Edmonton series
"I privately criticized shower room sex as Linda and I walked back to our dorm room. The space was too confined, the running water could be annoying, and you couldn’t fully relax afterward while standing up. I soon learned that our roommates, people I had not yet met, were probably already aware of the problems.
When I entered our room to go to sleep for the night I immediately noticed that the bunk bed across from our’s was bouncing, shaking, and squeaking. The lights were out in the room and bed sheets hung down from the top bunk over the bottom one like curtains. Entering the dorm ahead of Linda, it was pretty clear that people were having sex and so I stopped her in the doorway behind me.
“We’ll be back in ten minutes,” I said toward the bed as the light from the hallway shone in.
“‘k,” a younger man than me with scruffy hair responded in a choked up voice.
He was laying on top of someone that I could barely see although I didn’t make much of an attempt to get a look at her.
Linda, apparently wanting to turn in for the night, slouched in annoyed disappointment at not being able to get into the dorm. We sat in the television room again for twenty minutes before re-attempting to enter our room as 1am neared. This time, I cautiously knocked on the door before opening it.
“Yeah it’s clayre,” the same voice from earlier claimed and I swiped my access card.
Linda and I entered, turned the light on for a minute, and then I climbed into bed. I had an inherently weak sense of smell but my nose still caught a whiff of condom lubricant in the room. It wasn’t exactly a great welcome to my first night in a hostel dorm with roommates but at least the strangers in the room didn’t seem unfriendly or weird.
I laid in bed for a while and the day’s events replayed in mind.
Having sex with Linda back in Chinatown early in the morning was great but things kind of went downhill after that. Firstly, there were the scary people on the streets in Tenderloin, including the guys that had called Linda fat. Then I remembered Patrick, the warning he gave us, Linda hiding from it in her headphones, and visiting Alcatraz.
I had my head resting on my hands as I laid on my back with my eyes open, just looking at the ceiling in thought. A little while later I could hear the dude in the bunk across from me breathing heavily. Heavy breathing from Linda soon followed while the other woman in the room must have been a quiet sleeper.
“You always gotta know where yer going,” I whispered ever-so-lightly to myself as I thought the day through again.
A little while later, maybe after laying awake for forty-five minutes, I fell asleep too. But twice during the night I had to get up and use the washroom, something that caused more drama than I thought it would.
The first time I woke up, due to my ever-changing surroundings, I totally forgot where I was. Disoriented, confused, and partly asleep I climbed down the ladder of the bunk bed and aimlessly wandered into the corner of the room that was completely opposite to the doorway. After about ninety seconds of just groping the wall in darkness, I finally snapped into a more conscious state.
Fortunately the lights in the hallway outlined the entrance to my room and I fumbled my way over to it through darkness, stubbing my toe on a leg of my bed enroute. Linda, in her sleep, reacted with a grunt but she didn’t fully wake up. The other two people in the room did not react noticeably, even when I whispered F-bombs into the darkness from the pain.
Eventually I reached the bathroom, fully awake. However, after using the facilities, there was still the matter of getting back into my dorm room.
I wasn’t so skilled of a hosteller yet as to remember to bring my access card with me when I went to the washroom. That meant I was locked out in the hall and I had no choice but to try and wake up Linda with a gentle knock on the door. When that failed I had to resort to progressively louder knocks that eventually woke up everyone inside.
“Sorry,” I whispered to the surfer dude when he answered the door.
The second time I went to the washroom I remembered to bring my swipe card but it turned out that it had stopped working. I tried to use it multiple times, inserting it and pulling it out at various speeds, but on each occasion I got the red light instead of the green one on the electronic lock. Since I didn’t want to wake people up again I had no other choice but to go downstairs to the front desk area to get my card re-magnetized.
“I’m in dorm 6-1-2,” I said to the man at the front desk while wearing nothing but boxer shorts, a white t-shirt, and a sleepy-looking face. “I went to use the washroom and when I got back my card didn’t work.”
“How do I know who you are?” the clerk asked quickly with a tilted nose and furled brow.
The question frustrated me because I couldn’t actually prove who I was. After all, my wallet was in my room and I was separated from it thanks to my malfunctioned card. The situation seemed entirely absurd to me.
“Well I’m Shayne Christopher,” I said with a frown. “I’m travelling with Linda Smithson. She’s got a bottom bunk in my room and I have the top.”
He looked on his computer screen and must have been trying to corroborate what I was saying.
“What’s yer home address?” he asked.
“One of the top bunks in room 612,” I thought to myself although I knew I’d given my Jasper address at check-in time.
“I live in Jasper, Alberta,” I replied as I tried to remember my box number at the post office in Jasper. “My postal code is T0E 1E0.”"
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When I entered our room to go to sleep for the night I immediately noticed that the bunk bed across from our’s was bouncing, shaking, and squeaking. The lights were out in the room and bed sheets hung down from the top bunk over the bottom one like curtains. Entering the dorm ahead of Linda, it was pretty clear that people were having sex and so I stopped her in the doorway behind me.
“We’ll be back in ten minutes,” I said toward the bed as the light from the hallway shone in.
“‘k,” a younger man than me with scruffy hair responded in a choked up voice.
He was laying on top of someone that I could barely see although I didn’t make much of an attempt to get a look at her.
Linda, apparently wanting to turn in for the night, slouched in annoyed disappointment at not being able to get into the dorm. We sat in the television room again for twenty minutes before re-attempting to enter our room as 1am neared. This time, I cautiously knocked on the door before opening it.
“Yeah it’s clayre,” the same voice from earlier claimed and I swiped my access card.
Linda and I entered, turned the light on for a minute, and then I climbed into bed. I had an inherently weak sense of smell but my nose still caught a whiff of condom lubricant in the room. It wasn’t exactly a great welcome to my first night in a hostel dorm with roommates but at least the strangers in the room didn’t seem unfriendly or weird.
I laid in bed for a while and the day’s events replayed in mind.
Having sex with Linda back in Chinatown early in the morning was great but things kind of went downhill after that. Firstly, there were the scary people on the streets in Tenderloin, including the guys that had called Linda fat. Then I remembered Patrick, the warning he gave us, Linda hiding from it in her headphones, and visiting Alcatraz.
I had my head resting on my hands as I laid on my back with my eyes open, just looking at the ceiling in thought. A little while later I could hear the dude in the bunk across from me breathing heavily. Heavy breathing from Linda soon followed while the other woman in the room must have been a quiet sleeper.
“You always gotta know where yer going,” I whispered ever-so-lightly to myself as I thought the day through again.
A little while later, maybe after laying awake for forty-five minutes, I fell asleep too. But twice during the night I had to get up and use the washroom, something that caused more drama than I thought it would.
The first time I woke up, due to my ever-changing surroundings, I totally forgot where I was. Disoriented, confused, and partly asleep I climbed down the ladder of the bunk bed and aimlessly wandered into the corner of the room that was completely opposite to the doorway. After about ninety seconds of just groping the wall in darkness, I finally snapped into a more conscious state.
Fortunately the lights in the hallway outlined the entrance to my room and I fumbled my way over to it through darkness, stubbing my toe on a leg of my bed enroute. Linda, in her sleep, reacted with a grunt but she didn’t fully wake up. The other two people in the room did not react noticeably, even when I whispered F-bombs into the darkness from the pain.
Eventually I reached the bathroom, fully awake. However, after using the facilities, there was still the matter of getting back into my dorm room.
I wasn’t so skilled of a hosteller yet as to remember to bring my access card with me when I went to the washroom. That meant I was locked out in the hall and I had no choice but to try and wake up Linda with a gentle knock on the door. When that failed I had to resort to progressively louder knocks that eventually woke up everyone inside.
“Sorry,” I whispered to the surfer dude when he answered the door.
The second time I went to the washroom I remembered to bring my swipe card but it turned out that it had stopped working. I tried to use it multiple times, inserting it and pulling it out at various speeds, but on each occasion I got the red light instead of the green one on the electronic lock. Since I didn’t want to wake people up again I had no other choice but to go downstairs to the front desk area to get my card re-magnetized.
“I’m in dorm 6-1-2,” I said to the man at the front desk while wearing nothing but boxer shorts, a white t-shirt, and a sleepy-looking face. “I went to use the washroom and when I got back my card didn’t work.”
“How do I know who you are?” the clerk asked quickly with a tilted nose and furled brow.
The question frustrated me because I couldn’t actually prove who I was. After all, my wallet was in my room and I was separated from it thanks to my malfunctioned card. The situation seemed entirely absurd to me.
“Well I’m Shayne Christopher,” I said with a frown. “I’m travelling with Linda Smithson. She’s got a bottom bunk in my room and I have the top.”
He looked on his computer screen and must have been trying to corroborate what I was saying.
“What’s yer home address?” he asked.
“One of the top bunks in room 612,” I thought to myself although I knew I’d given my Jasper address at check-in time.
“I live in Jasper, Alberta,” I replied as I tried to remember my box number at the post office in Jasper. “My postal code is T0E 1E0.”"
Want to continue reading? Search Amazon for Short-termed Somethings in late July!
