Thursday, October 08, 2009

Friday Fill-Ins

Serendipity


Here's this week's answers.


1. Sweet dreams , Gracie.


2. I need some time especially for me.


3. Silliness makes me feel young again.


4. My daughter start her own blog this Halloween. It's called: Graveyard Secrets. Please visit and leave her a comment.



5. Outstanding or not I love my kids.


6. A doctor who believes me that Levaquin might have caused my sore legs and look into it is what I want right now!


7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to resting and watching Smallville, tomorrow my plans include working on another edit, and Sunday, I want to sleep late and rest, but I have to take my younger daughter to her Fall Ball softball tournament and leave that early to visit a sick friend from work and take her stuff that she left at work.


Have a great weekend everybody.


Above I mentioned a possible side-effect because of a prescribed medication - Levaquin.


I've been having pain and swelling in my legs and have been having trouble walking since about a week after I got over the pneumonia this past July. I've also had trouble with shortness of breath.


Since then, I've had three different doctors running tests on me to figure out why, so far with no luck. It's been very frustrating and I think the doctors think it's all caused by me being overweight or that I'm dreaming this up.


Today, one of my co-workers told me that Levaquin is causing these types of symptoms, that she is having to take her mother to the doctor because of them. The light bulb went on in my head so I immediately went online to look this up. This month, October 2009, the FDA has announced that Levaquin has been causing tendonitis, ruptured tendons, soreness in joints, shortness of breath. 


Levaquin is prescribed for respiratory illnesses such as pneumonia and bronchitis.

I wasn't sure if I'd had it but it sounded familiar. So I called my doctor and they confirmed that they had prescribed it to me on July 21, 2009. 


That makes sense. It was about a week after I started getting better from the pneumonia that my legs started swelling and hurting and I started having trouble walking. My doctor then said it could be a reaction to a medicine I'd had for the pneumonia. Then, however, she thought it was a medicine the hospital had given me.


When I asked my doctor today if she thought the Levaquin could be the cause of my current problems, she had her nurse tell me, "No. I wasn't having blood clots and it's too long after."


According to the articles online (several, not just one) the symptoms can last a long time, not show up for a long time, and even cause permanent injury.


I don't know if my doctor really doesn't know all this or if she's afraid to say Levaquin could be the root of my problems as maybe she's afraid I'd sue her?


I wasn't planning to sue her. I just want to get well. I don't want to be ill or crippled for life or even for another week. I just want to find out what's wrong with me and get better.


But I'm not at all happy with her answer because I don't believe it. Her answer does not agree with anyone I've been reading today. 


I'm not going to let this drop easily. I'm going to check with another doctor who will at least check this out.


If Levaquin isn't the culprit I want to know for sure then find the real reason and fix it.





Recent posts you might like to read:

People Don't Fall Out of Trees - Without Reason 

I'm Part of a Tribe


Sayonara Baby

Don't Bomb Your Audience With Turkeys

Are You Writing Me Into Your Book?

Dont Give Up Too Early

Welcome to the Spookiest Month of the Year (+ don't burn your Ouija Board!)

Friday Fill-ins Oct. 2 (& e-Readers)


You'll also want to see what Amarinda Jones, Anika Hamilton, Anny Cook,
Barbara Huffert, Brynn Paulin, Bronwyn Green, Dakota Rebel, Kelly Kirch,
Molly Daniels, Sandra Cox, Regina Carlysle, and Cindy Spencer Pape
are up to, so make sure to visit them also. :)

People Don't Fall Out of Trees Without A Good Reason




Have you seen the movie "Back to the Future"? By now, I imagine a lot of you have seen it several times. It's certainly one of my favorite movies.

In the first movie of the trilogy, do you remember how Marty's dad. George McFly, fell out of a tree in front of Lorraine's house, in the middle of the road in front of her dad's car?

Lorraine's dad yells to his wife, "Another one of these damned kids jumped in front of my car!"

Clearly, Lorraine's dad is clueless that George and all the other boys who "jumped" in front of his car did so for a real reason. In this case, they were spying on his daughter who had a penchant for undressing in front of her open window. The tree in front of Lorraine's window was a good spot to "bird" watch.

If I'd been Lorraine's dad I've have been curious to find out "why" even one, much less several, boys were falling out of trees in front of my house. It's not exactly an everyday thing. To my knowledge, no boys have ever fallen out of a tree around my house.



If you want a closer look at this pic where you can see what George is seeing go to Picsearch.

Trying to sell books or bring traffic to our websites isn't as easy as figuring out why boys are falling into the street. We have to look at several more places than only our house or immediate vicinity.

Like Lorraine was doing (intentional or not - probably intentional) we have to advertise our items for consumption to let consumer know they exist. Unlike Lorraine, it's not as easy as leaving our curtains open for people to find us. We have to send out word to potential readers that our blogs and/or our books exist.

I noticed that once I started gaining followers on Twitter AND posting my url to my blog posts a few times a week, my blog traffic increased. My blog membership has also increased. Hopefully, this will also help to increase sales of my book.

I also promote other places - book review sites, other blogs that are not my own, MySpace, Facebook, Yahoo Groups, etc.

When I receive my monthly royalties, I can't pinpoint which promotion activities I did sold books.

Thanks to my blog's statistical counter, keyword analytics, and its ability to tell me which sites my visitors came from, I can better pinpoint when and what things brought visitors to my blog. That's a good start.

It's almost like people falling out of trees except a lot more high tech. Sometimes I wonder if it's as effective as Lorraine's undressing in front of an open window to lure interested customers.

If I never wrote a blog post, never tweeted, never advertised my books, it's possible very few people would know they exist - unless hopefully, word of mouth got around (like I'm sure the high school boys talked about Lorraine). Without knowing a product exists, people can't possibly read them. They won't just fall out of nowhere to miraculously become readers.


Recent posts you might also like to read:

Author Interview: Linda Kage


Sayonara Baby

Don't Bomb Your Audience With Turkeys

Are You Writing Me Into Your Book?

Dont Give Up Too Early

Welcome to the Spookiest Month of the Year (+ don't burn your Ouija Board!)

Friday Fill-ins Oct. 2 (& e-Readers)


You'll also want to see what Amarinda Jones, Anika Hamilton, Anny Cook,
Barbara Huffert, Brynn Paulin, Bronwyn Green, Dakota Rebel, Kelly Kirch,
Molly Daniels, Sandra Cox, Regina Carlysle, and Cindy Spencer Pape
are up to, so make sure to visit them also. :)

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

I'm Part of a Tribe?

I just read What Makes Marketing Hard (And Gross) which is a decent marketing article. I've been reading a ton of marketing articles lately. In particular I'm addicted to Copy Blogger.

I had an "um" moment when at the end of the article, the author says, "thanks for being in my little tribe."

Over the past couple days I've read a few articles that have been talking about community and "tribes". No, not "twibes", the Twitter version of email loops and I'm sure, a play on Twitter + tribes. Cute huh?

I feel as if I should don a tribal suit made of animal skins and partake of a bunch of weird, ancient customs and superstitions. Maybe I should dance naked under the full moon, like the one I took a picture of on the way home from work this evening.

Looks like a full moon. That explains a lot... on Twitpic


No, I won't torture you (or me) that way and I won't mortify my kids. But this seems like such a cutesy term for a business type interaction. I also didn't know that visiting a place once constitutes being a member, even though I enjoyed the article and will probably visit again.

The idea of building "community" seems apropos. Maybe I like the concept of a village better.

It really doesn't matter what you call it. What matters is interacting with, helping and being helped by your friends, readers, and associates. As an entertainer (writers entertain, right?) we also often entertain in our blog posts as well as in our books. So I really don't mind the idea of a "tribe". Usually I'd find it cute or fun. I must be in one of my snarky moods - sorry.


Believe it or not, I am also editing as writers cannot only market or build community or we will be in danger of having no bona fide business reason to need our communities. We have to write and edit and manage our time well.

But it's tough, at least for this ADHD writer. I can't help multi-tasking. Often that's a good thing, but at the moment it's not. I have to get back to editing or risk my editor's wrath. I have not one edit, and not two. Not even three, but I have FOUR edits due very soon. Thus, I am getting all the help I can. Here's my writing helper Dion, trying to keep me honest and get me back on track. Well, at least he jumped off my lap so I can type better. Isn't he cute? He's the big daddy of my cat tribe at home. At least we call him "Big Daddy" (one of his many nicknames along with "Mr. Paws" - see his adorable paws? He's a polydactyl also known as a Hemingway.)


My babys helping me edit. on Twitpic

Recent posts you might also like to read:

Author Interview: Linda Kage


Sayonara Baby

Don't Bomb Your Audience With Turkeys

Are You Writing Me Into Your Book?

Dont Give Up Too Early

Welcome to the Spookiest Month of the Year (+ don't burn your Ouija Board!)

Friday Fill-ins Oct. 2 (& e-Readers)


You'll also want to see what Amarinda Jones, Anika Hamilton, Anny Cook,
Barbara Huffert, Brynn Paulin, Bronwyn Green, Dakota Rebel, Kelly Kirch,
Molly Daniels, Sandra Cox, Regina Carlysle, and Cindy Spencer Pape
are up to, so make sure to visit them also. :)

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Guest author interview with Linda Kage

Please welcome my guest author today, Linda Kage, of The Wild Rose Press. Linda's been one of my blog visitor's lately and also a fellow author of my alter ego. So please give a big hand to Linda and leave lots of comments and questions to make her feel welcome. 1) First, please tell us about being an expectant mom and your preparations for your new little one. Also please tell us how it is to write, promote, and be an expectant mom simultaneously. 
 

--Oh, I could go on and on with this answer! The first different thing I noticed about being pregnant was that protective instinct that kicks in, like, immediately. I always secretly smirked at expectant mothers who freaked out about things like refusing to use bug repellent in fear of hurting the baby and stuff like that. But once you realize something the size of a grape is growing inside you and its survival is solely dependent on YOU and no one else, you really do freak out and start scowling at people smoking too close to you. I keep a log of how times the baby kicks, just so I know it's still alive in there. I'm constantly worried about doing something to inadvertently scar my child for life. 

And preparations? I haven't done too much of that yet. The husband and I have started working on a Dr. Seuss nursery, but we're mostly waiting until baby showers are over to buy too much stuff. We've got a babysitter set up, so I can keep working after giving birth. And I take my vitamins every morning to make sure he or she is healthy. I also read literature on baby care, hoping to prepare as best I can.

Expecting a child shifts priorities, but it hasn't stopped me from writing or promoting my stories. My husband has this idea in his head that I'll stop writing for a while after the baby's born, but I think he's wrong. Storytelling is who I am. I don't think I can just stop being who I am. But I'm sure my time will be a lot more stretched in a couple months here.
 

2) Have you always been a writer? If not, how has writing changed your life?
 
--It feels like I was born this way, so it hasn't changed my life yet. I'm pretty boring that way. For as long as I can remember, I've been doodling stories and forcing my older sister to read them. I finished writing my first book when I was sixteen. To say the least, it was awful. But you gotta start somewhere, right.
 

3) Please share with other writers at least two of your best promoting tips. 

--I have to say the Internet has been my number one promotion help. One little email to friends and family and, boom, everyone knows you just sold your first story. Set up a website and, holy cow, you actually get visitors. Join MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, Blogspot, and you start meeting hundreds upon hundreds of strangers who love books as much as you do. Throw in a giveaway contest and a short free read story and you start feeling like you're getting your name out there. But my first book hasn't been released yet, so I'll have to let you know after February just how well my marketing strategy has gone!

4) Please share with other writers at least two of your best writing tips. 

--Don't give up. If you give up, then you definitely won't succeed. And I think my number two tip kind of continues off number one. Keep writing. The more you write, the better you improve. Sure, take classes, join groups, study other people's work, collect beta readers... but you have to keep writing while you do all that, otherwise none of it will help... and all that really can help. 



5) Please share with your readers why it is so important you share your stories with them.


--Because they're fun and entertaining? A good escape from reality? I don't know. That's why I read books, so I guess that's why I write them too. I would like to give other readers what my favorite authors always give me.
 


6) Besides being a writer, what other dreams do you have that are not fulfilled yet? 


--My biggest dreams have been fulfilled, I guess, just not to the extent that I always imagined. I blame reality. I have my own home and a family, yes, but the new house takes so much money to upkeep and we're always working to improve it (guess I should've dreamed up a maid to keep it clean for me, huh?!). My husband is wonderful, but we both can get moody, and he's never as excited as I am about attending book readings. And it's a dream come true to finally get a baby, but you know the tiny thing is only going to poop and cry once it gets here. That'll be a major reality check. 


I always wanted to be a published author, but I imagined instant fame, floods of money... never having to clean my own house again. But, that reality thing makes it not quite so wonderful. You have to work to get noticed. And money? Well, I haven't seen a penny yet, but I'm not expecting too much when it starts coming. I also thought it'd be easier to sell more books after selling book number one. But that ain't so. You still have to work just as hard to keep getting them out there.
 
7) What fictional character would you most like to be if you could and why? 


--Hmm. I'm not sure. How about Scarlett O'Hara. Sure, she's conceited, self-centered, and needs to open her eyes where Rhett's concerned. But to go through all those hardships the way she did and always manage to not just survive, but to THRIVE? That's pretty cool. I wish I could be as bold and nervy as her. She's the kind of person that can get things done... and done how SHE wants them. Sometimes I detest being as timid as I am.
 

8) What is your favorite genre to read? To write? Why?


--Romance, no doubt about it. That's what I like to write too. Doesn't matter if it's paranormal romance, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary, YA, Historical, Western... it must have a happy ending. I can't handle books without happy, satisfying ends. Those tend to get thrown against a wall.
 


9) What time period would you most like to live? If now, what would be your second choice? Why? 


I gotta say I'd like to visit one of Julie Garwood's highland historicals. That's a place and time period I'm the least familiar with, so it'd be interesting to experience it. And come on, Castles, riding horseback, hunky kilted men... need I say more?


10) What most surprised you about writing or the romance writing community? Why? 


--The support. No matter where you go, someone is always there to give you a hand. You'd think since we're all in competition to get our books out there, we'd be more hateful, but I've had a majority of good experiences. I've heard other genre writing communities aren't as banded together nor as jovial. Guess they need to learn how to write happy endings, huh?!


11) Do you interact much with other writers and readers? Why or why not? If yes, how? 


--When I started blogging and then joined social networks like MySpace, Facebook, and so on, I met SOOOO many other writers out there, it's not even funny. So, yeah, I'd say I interact with other book lovers daily.
 

12) Where do you most like to hang out on the web? Why? 


--My blog. Yikes, that sounds selfish, but I have links to other people's blogs there, which lead to their websites and other links that spread out into hundreds of thousands of other interesting places.
 

13) If you have a pet peeve(s) about books or writing or the writing community, what would it (they) be? Why? 


--Negativity is my pet peeve. When people grow snarky about certain types of writing, or ways to write, or ways to publish, I just kind of roll my eyes. What works for one group of people may not work for another, but that doesn't mean you should disrespect the differences. Thank goodness the romance writing world is mostly about positivity. I like that.
 

14) What is your greatest strength as a writer? Your greatest weakness? 


--According to other people, I'm best with dialogue, which is really weird because in real life, I suck with conversation in social settings. So, I pretty much don't talk. I'd say everything else is my weakness. You constantly learn with writing, and I still have MUCH to learn. I need to work on description, feelings, word choice, grammar, plot construction, endings... get the point yet?
 

15) What is your best childhood memory? 


--When I was twelve or thirteen, I rode with my eighteen-year-old sister and two of her friends down to Oklahoma to visit our oldest sister. During what was supposed to be a four-hour trip (please cue Gilligan's Island music), we came upon road work and needed to take a detour. Well... thinking Oklahoma roads were like our good ol' mile-section squares back in Kansas, we turned off on a country road, hoping to drive around the mile section and continue on our planned course. But these roads did not have mile sections. They branched off only to meet up with more crazy, winding back country trails. We got so lost. Once we had to drive through a low-water bridge with water over the road and then pause for the grazing cattle to cross. I should've been scared out of my mind, wondering if we'd ever find our way again. But it was a blast.
 

16) What animal (fictional or real) is most like you? Why? 


--It's depressing to admit, but I'm probably most like an opossum. I'm just not a confrontational person... or very glamorous. Sigh.


17) What do you and your husband like to do for a date? Is it the same things your heroes and heroines like to do? 


--We're considerably more boring than my H/Hs. Since I like my stuff and he prefers his guy stuff, there's not a lot we agree on doing. Eating out, the occasional movie, hanging with friends, going 4-wheeler riding, or just curling up in front of he TV is about the extent of our activities. There is this bed and breakfast we like to go to, but I think the only reason I can get him there is because it has a hot tub connected to our room.
 

18) Please tell us about your current book(s) including a blurb, excerpt, cover, release date, and link where we can purchase them. 


--Right now, I only have one book coming out. But it's my pride and joy. It's a young adult romance, which is odd because everything else I've written is contemporary adult romance with steamy scenes. The Wild Rose Press will release "THE STILLBURROW CRUSH" on February 26, 2010 (which happens to be nine days after my baby is due--What a month, huh?). 




--BLURB

Sixteen year old, Carrie Paxton, isn't the most popular girl in her small town. But that's never concerned her before. Her life revolves around her writing and she loves her job as the student editor of the school paper. But when she gets assigned to interview the football team's beloved quarterback, she takes one look into Luke Carter's blue eyes and is a goner. Suddenly, she doesn't like her lowly rank so much. Then her dreamy, popular crush surprises her when he starts to act as if he likes her in return. But there's no way Luke Carter could possibly ever like a nobody like Carrie Paxton. Is there? 



--EXCERPT

“They really ought to tear that place down. Just look at that sagging roof.” Luke gave a soft laugh behind me. “That would involve change.” “What do you mean?” “Haven’t you ever noticed this town’s stuck in a time capsule? It’s like we’ve never heard of the term progress. I mean, there’s hardly any cell phone towers around and forget about high speed internet.” “High speed what?” I asked, glancing back to give him a puzzled look. He opened his mouth to explain, when it dawned on him I was joking. “You always have to be a smart aleck, don’t you?” We shared a smile. I looked into his face and relished these minutes where I could ogle him selfishly. I knew I should give him the information he wanted from me now, but I could only stare. It took me a moment to notice his expression, though. His gaze had been roaming my face but had paused on my left ear. When he snorted out a surprised laugh, I frowned. He pointed a finger toward my hair. “Uh, I think the wind messed it up some.” I patted my head, my face flaming. “Here,” Luke said, and flipped down his visor,lighting up the mirror underneath. I looked up and groaned. Not only had the wind caught a hold of my hair and ripped it half out of its ponytail, it had also knotted and twisted it into a healthy-sized rat’s nest. I tried to ignore the fact that Luke was sitting next to me—and already knew exactly what the disaster looked like—and ripped the holder out of my hair. I combed through the mess with my fingers but there were knots everywhere. When I caught him staring again, I glared. “What?” I demanded. But he continued to gawk. I patted at my hair and wondered what he could possibly be thinking about the mess. “I’ve never seen it all down before,” he said. Startled, I glanced back in the mirror. I’d seen it down millions of times. I just didn’t leave the house with it loose. There was too much of it to let it run wild. I tried to see it how Luke must see it. It was curly—so curly it bobbed. Tight little curls framed my face like a border full of personality. From the corner of my eye, I saw Luke lift his hand toward one spiraling lock. But when I turned to him, he lowered his fingers and shifted his attention out the window. I stared at his profile for a second, breathing hard. “It’s pretty,” he said, more to the windshield than to me. I wanted him to lift his hand again. I wanted him to touch my hair. “I think yours is prettier.” He laughed. “Guys do not have pretty hair.” “Well, yours is.” I reached over and touched his hair. I thought maybe if I touched his, he might get the guts to touch mine. But at contact, I gasped. “It’s so soft.” I ran my fingers through the part that always curled around a cowlick when it got wet. I scooted over, leaning across the console between us. “Carrie.” His voice sounded strained so I looked down. I hadn’t realized I’d moved so close. But when I gazed into his face, we were only a breath apart. I was positioned a little above him so I could reach his hair. He lifted his face up to stare at me. His eyes were a blazing blue. That’s when he touched my hair. He drew his fingers through the curls to cup my head. Then he tilted his chin to the side and pulled me down. I was shocked when our mouths connected. He was kissing me. Oh my God, Luke Carter was kissing me. 




19) Do you have any appearances coming up soon where we can meet you online or in person? If so, where? Also, where can we find you on the web?


--Right now, this is my grand appearance! Yay. But other than that, you can always find me spouting my virtual mouth off on my blog, "The Linda Kage Blog Page : Hand Over the Chocolate, and no one gets hurt" -- http://lindakage.blogspot.com/
 
Then there's also:

My webpage - http://lindakage.com/
 
MySpace - http://www.myspace.com/lindakage

Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/people/Linda-Kage/1415237991

Twitter - http://twitter.com/lindakage

Book Blogs - http://bookblogs.ning.com/profile/Lindakage

The Wild Rose Press - http://thewildrosepress.com/publishe/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=1910&Itemid=88
Come visit me at any of those places, I love meeting new people!

20) Who is your publisher(s).


The Wild Rose Press - http://www.thewildrosepress.com/
 
They're incredibly nice and very patient with newbies like me.
 
21) Is there anything else you'd like to share with your readers and/or fellow writers?
--Thank you so much for listening to me jabber on--kudos to you if you made it all the way down to question number 21! It's nice meeting you all.
Thanks for joining us, Linda. I had so much fun with you and your book sounds fab.


Monday, October 05, 2009

Recipe For Disaster

First, let me announce the winner of my new release today: "Recipe For Disaster". I had a contest on Twitter and anyone who retweeted my contest notice or left a comment on my blog since this started would be entered. Those who did both would have two chances to win.

And my winner is:

@RachelJameson 
 from Twitter


Congrats! Please email me so I can email your prize copy to you. I also DM'd you on Twitter, Rachel.

When I titled this post "Recipe For Disaster" I did so for two reasons.

The first will be obvious as it's the title of my new erotic romance released today at Total-E-Bound, "Recipe For Disaster".



It's also what I just realized I did to myself and why I almost had a nervous break down yesterday (the day I'm actually writing this post).

Why?

I was pre-editing my book "Bad Conduct" (sequel to "The Perfect Gift") which is scheduled to be released by TEB in April 2010 when I discovered a big chunk of the book was missing!

At first I thought I'd put something out of order and hadn't noticed it which is bad. As I read on, I realized I had done something worse. I'd left out a couple very important scenes.

I could remember writing the scenes. I was sure I had. Or was I going crazy?

I've always had excellent blood pressure. Once it dropped into a range of concern but it's never elevated into the danger zone on the high end. This time it skyrocketed and I was about to hyperventilate. I wanted to kick myself for turning this into my editor in such condition.

Again, I was sure those were there when I turned it in! But after double and triple checking it wasn't. Not on this computer. Not on the downstairs computer.

The answer was obvious (besides the one that I am a big idiot). I'd handwritten it and hadn't typed it in. What else was I to think?

So I tore apart my room looking for it. My family will tell you all about my millions of steno pads filled with handwritten stories and lists...and how I misplace my lists.

The part of the story I sought wasn't in my bedroom. So we tore apart my car and found at least six more notebooks. I really wasn't up to rewriting part of the story tonight when all I felt capable of was hiding in my bed with my covers pulled firmly over my head or breathing into a paper sack.

But success! After going through at least fifteen notebooks, I found the right one. So now I'm typing in the missed part. It's still a chore, but it's a lot easier than rethinking when I'm so drained and furious at myself.

This is my recipe for disaster - handing in something less than perfect - way less than perfect. Maybe I can convince my hubby to let me spend a couple hundred dollars on a new laptop battery now so I can get rid of my handwritten notebooks. I have to be able to write at the ball field as I spend so much time there, but it's crazy to have pieces of the story in different places.

Or maybe my hubby will just have me committed - on my release date. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

I'm probably not the only person who's ever gotten herself into a jam. I know I'm not and this isn't exactly life-altering. (Unless of course someone commits me.)

In my book "Recipe For Disaster" Jamie, the heroine, and her eccentric mother have gotten her into a much bigger mess than I'm in and she's about to lose her house and everything she holds dear. She can't merely type in or even rewrite a couple scenes to pull herself out of her mess. It's very serious.

Blurb: Recipe For Disaster by Ashley Ladd

Desperate, Jamie will do almost anything to save her house, her dogs, and her life but will she sell her soul?

Jamie's desperate. If her 401K emergency distribution isn't disbursed in time, she'll be a victim of the Florida foreclosures. If that's not bad enough, she's also in danger of losing her job and her beloved dogs.

Worse yet she hits Max with her car. Luckily, Max is better than fine and ready to jump into her life and her bed. Unluckily, he's afraid to tell her that he buys distressed properties and he was in her yard to check out her house.

Excerpt:

Jamie Covais would sell her soul to the devil to keep her house. She’d even sell her mother.

She did her best to keep her lips from trembling, from turning into a blathering blob of jelly at her attorney’s feet. She blinked back tears and shook her head. “I didn’t get any notices about a lawsuit. Doesn’t there have to be a summons or something? I didn’t sign anything…”

Carl Johnson, her attorney, levelled an asking stare at her. “Are you sure you received no summons? No one came to your door with a paper to sign?”

She thought hard until her mind began to melt, but there was no enlightenment. Her brains rattled when she shook her head. They were a perfect match to her broken heart. “No.”

Then a horrid thought struck her, and she couldn’t breathe. Wishing she didn’t have to admit this wouldn’t change the truth. “Sometimes Mom forgets to tell me things. She visited a couple times this year.” Carl pursed his lips, shook his grey head and hitched up his pant legs as he sank into his chair. He folded his hands in his lap as he leant back in his chair and regarded her with something akin to pity.

“She’s forgetful.” And irresponsible. And flighty. Unfortunately, the list of adjectives stretched beyond the horizon. Carl’s secretary, Nina, rapped on the door, and with an apologetic look, she carried papers to her boss. “Here’s what you asked for.”

After Nina handed them to him, she smiled shyly at Jamie and returned to her desk. Within seconds, rapid typing tickled Jamie’s ears. Carl perused the papers for several moments. The longer he read, the deeper his scowl etched into his forehead. Muttered oaths tumbled off his lips. Then he pushed his glasses down to the tip of his nose and gave her a penetrating look. “Is your mother Penelope Covais?”

Her breath hitched in her throat, and it was several moments before she could speak. What had dear old mom done this time? “Yes.”

“Is she a resident of this property? Or an owner?”

Again she squeaked out a ‘yes’ as the stars fell out her heaven. Nervous and scared to death, she pleated the folds of her skirt. God, she didn’t want to be another victim of the Florida housing crash, but she knew she was on the list.

Carl sighed heavily and leant back in his chair. He linked his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. “Lordy. This is a royal mess.”

She closed her eyes and tried to drag in breath, but it was ragged and painful. All her dreams became dust in the wind. Everything crumbled before her eyes. Then Carl leant forward and hope lit his clear blue eyes, much like those in the picture of his deceased son in the spot of honour on his desk.

“Is your mother suffering from dementia?”

Jamie blinked. God, she hoped not. Penelope had been erratic and eccentric even at twenty, but she hadn’t lost her mind. “Not that I know of, at least. It’s not been diagnosed.”

“Do you have any money? Anybody who can loan it to you? Your mom? You said she’s an owner, too.”

She’d been over it so often her head was going to explode. “Only in my 401K. But doesn’t it take a couple months to get the money out?”

Light flickered in the lawyer’s eyes, and he leant forward. “I don’t think so. Talk to your HR 401K administrator right away. Take these papers with you and show him.” Jamie accepted back her death decree. If she’d had this notification earlier when her mother had first signed, she could have raided her retirement account then filed bankruptcy or something. Now, with two weeks to the fateful day, she was out of time.

Acid ate at her stomach, and she wondered if she’d rather die than be homeless. Where would she live? Where would she go? Wouldn’t she have to file bankruptcy anyway? No way could she come up with the money to pay rent and whatever hefty penalties were assessed for reneging on her loan after the new buyer waltzed away with her house.

Most of all what would happen to Peter and Tinkerbell, her huskies?

Trying to at least look positive even though she was dying inside, she gave her lawyer her best smile and rolled up the letter. “I’ll let you know what I find out.”

“Please do. I sure hope you can get this worked out.”

God, she did, too.

"Recipe For Disaster"
available for purchase at: Total-E-Bound

there is.


Recent posts you might also like to read:


Sayonara Baby

Don't Bomb Your Audience With Turkeys

Are You Writing Me Into Your Book?

Dont Give Up Too Early

Welcome to the Spookiest Month of the Year (+ don't burn your Ouija Board!)

Friday Fill-ins Oct. 2 (& e-Readers)


You'll also want to see what Amarinda Jones, Anika Hamilton, Anny Cook,
Barbara Huffert, Brynn Paulin, Bronwyn Green, Dakota Rebel, Kelly Kirch,
Molly Daniels, Sandra Cox, Regina Carlysle, and Cindy Spencer Pape
are up to, so make sure to visit them also. :)

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Romance Without Romance?

Have you ever read a romance without romance?


Unfortunately, I have. It was a lot like the time I ordered a Southwest Salad at Wendy’s and only got the lettuce, no chili. Bland, bland, bland.

The day I got the salad (a friend went through the drive through and didn’t check my order to notice there was no chili) I ate the plain lettuce as I was starved and didn’t have time or money to get more food. But I didn’t enjoy it and I was mad at Wendy’s for awhile for cheating me. I also boycotted them for a time.

When I read a book labeled as a “romance”, sweet, erotic, or in-between, I want my romance.

I don’t mind sex. I don’t mind no sex. But I want to fall in love. I want to savor the emotional journey. I want to lose myself in the magic.

A romance writer myself, I try very hard to put a lot of romance in my romances. I also know how tough it is, especially in short erotic stories where the editor demands a lot of sex up front as well as often in the book. It’s a real juggle to fit in all the required elements.

It’s sort of a joke: “More sex, more sex, more sex.” But it’s not. My editors are deadly serious. That’s what sells their lines. I hear their mantra in my sleep. They do not mean, however, “less romance”.

Still, when you’re writing a story under 15,000 words, it’s a real test of talent and every scene has to zing. An even greater challenge is trying to write 1,000 words or less like I’ve been doing lately for the Log & Short Reviews. As of today, L&S has only published one of my ultra short stories and I’m waiting for work whether not my three other submissions made the cut.

Don’t get me wrong. I like sex and reading about it. As a kid I used to dog earl all the juicy scenes in my Harlequins to reread and I occasionally snuck into my Dad’s stash of his, uh, romance.

However, if I had to make a choice between lots of romance with no sex or lots of sex with little or no romance, I’d choose romance every time.

So what is romantic?

Here’s what I think is romantic: love, longing, affection, caring, pining, awareness of the other, hope, poignant memories, heartache. I may have missed some characteristics, but notice, I did not say anything about sex.

Again, please don’t misunderstand. I’m not dissing sexy books. I love them – as long as they include romance. To me, romance is the sexiest thing there is.


Recent posts you might like to read:


Sayonara Baby

Don't Bomb Your Audience With Turkeys

Are You Writing Me Into Your Book?

Dont Give Up Too Early

Welcome to the Spookiest Month of the Year (+ don't burn your Ouija Board!)

Friday Fill-ins Oct. 2 (& e-Readers)


You'll also want to see what Amarinda Jones, Anika Hamilton, Anny Cook,
Barbara Huffert, Brynn Paulin, Bronwyn Green, Dakota Rebel, Kelly Kirch,
Molly Daniels, Sandra Cox, Regina Carlysle, and Cindy Spencer Pape
are up to, so make sure to visit them also. :)

Saturday, October 03, 2009

Snippet Saturday: Dialogue


 
 
Today's Snippet Saturday theme is "Dialogue".
 
I love writing dialogue. Several of my critique partners tell
me that dialogue's my strong point. I particularly love to write
dialogue for very different characters.
In the excerpt below from American Beauty published by Ellora's Cave,
there is Kirsty, the sweet preacher's daughter. Gigi, Kirsty's friend
and coworker who is from Great Britain. And Marshall, Kirsty's gay boss.
I love to scour the internet and books and watch movies so I can 
write authentic, scintillating dialogue. At least that's what I try to do.





When an email popped up on Kirsty's computer screen she opened it. Clucking her tongue and shaking her head in disgust, she called out to Gigi, "Lover boy's back and wants two dozen yellow American Beauties delivered this afternoon."             Gigi ambled over to the computer and gazed at it with longing, resting her chin on her palm. "Bugger! Why can't I find a gorgeous chap to be all dotty and doting over me so that he sends me roses? Tell him I'm a singleton." She wrestled Kirsty for the mouse.             "You've got to be joking, right? He's only sent roses to the whole free world. He gives ladies men a bad name." She wrote up an invoice for the roses and looked on the map to see where the lucky lady's address was this time. It turned out that the lady of the week lived near her out in Coral Springs.             "You under the weather, Kirst? Don't you like to get roses?" Gigi stared at her as if she had sprouted two more heads. “Sounds pretty purvey to me.”             Kirsty turned her back on her man-hungry friend and pulled two dozen American Beauties out of the refrigerator and prepped them. Ladies men weren’t interested in women who weighed in at 181 pounds like she had that morning. She bit down hard on her lip to stop it from trembling before she turned around to her friend. "Sure, if the guy's sincere. But not from some two-bit charmer who sends roses to every pretty girl in town."             Gigi pouted, sticking out her lower lip half a mile "Not every girl in town. He's not sent them to me - or you..."
            Kirsty grimaced down at herself as she turned around. Right – pretty. Not.             "Or to me." Marshall flounced in, separating them. "I don't want to hear you badmouthing our best customer. Viva la Don Juan! As long as he's romancing the Ft. Lauderdale ladies we have no worries about closing our doors. May we find a hundred more like him.”             "Well, keep Lothario away from me. I'll prep his roses but if he ever shows up in person, you two can duke it out. I want nothing to do with the likes of him." Kirsty turned her nose up at the mere notion of such a nauseating thought.             Marshall walked up behind Kirsty and massaged her shoulders. "You still pining for Mr. Love ‘em and leave ‘em, eh Sunshine?"             Kirsty scowled, snorted, and tossed her head. "No way! I don't know what I ever saw in him. I like my men sweet and kind...and loyal. No ladies men for me thank you very much." Sweet men reminded her of her new roommate. They didn't come much sweeter. Too bad he didn't like women as he would be really handsome if he dressed like a man. She sighed. Wishing wouldn't do her any good. She didn't have a magic wand to change his sexual orientation. She pricked her finger on a thorn and yelped. Blood oozed from the tiny cut.             "What now?" Marshall rushed to her side, his expression more concerned than his words.             She sucked her finger tasting the salty blood on her tongue. With her mouth full, her words came out garbled. "That rose bit me. I told you that Mueller man was bad news."             Marshall pulled the first aid kit out from under the counter, cleansed the wound, and bandaged her finger. "It's just a little prick..."             "He’s a big prick.” Kirsty scowled at the email again.
            “Ooh, just the way I love ‘em.” Marshall’s eyebrows danced jauntily.
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Thursday, October 01, 2009

Friday Fill-ins: October 2nd


Happy Friday! TGIF

Here are my answers to today's Friday Fill-ins.


1. I have a history of going boldly where no woman has gone before - writing paranormal time-travel and futuristic space romances.

2. How to play the stock market and make money is something I wish I knew.

3. I'm eating (or recently ate) tongue-burning Mongolian Beef.

4. Tomorrow morning bright and early, hubby will be on the road to a softball tournament for the entire weekend. I'm free!

5. So that's it, that's tough.

6. To have love and lost is better than nothing!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to watching Smallville, tomorrow my plans include editing two books and visiting with my grandchildren and Sunday, I want to see my friends Linda and Linda or travel in 23rd century space with Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock.

I also want to find a good, used Sony e-reader or e-reader type device. 


I checked around online tonight for a bit to find an affordable e-reader that hopefully also can play MP3 music. 


A phone that has an e-reading device, an MP3 player, and a camera would be really awesome. I will have to spend some serious time this weekend trying to find out if there is such an animal and if so, what it (they) is called and where I can get one.


Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of money to play with and so I'm open to buying a used one if it's in good working order. Refurbished is okay.


I checked out E-bay but they all seemed to be new for $300 and more.




Smart Bitches had a few e-Reader reviews recently so I'll have to reread their opinions and start from there - unless someone comments here with some sage advice.


If you don't know what an e-Reader is, it's a hand-held electronic device on which you read books - electronic books - like the ones I write. 


They are about the size of a book although different brands and versions vary in size.


I want one that can download books from any publishers website, not only from Amazon (Kindle). Unfortunately, Amazon doesn't carry all my publishers' books, only some. I don't understand the logic.


I also want an e-Reader where I can upload my own books so I can edit my work on the go. I used to do that with my Franklin e-book reader, but I'm afraid it went to the e-book reader heaven a long time ago. Compared to the newer version, the Franklin is pretty clunky and heavy.




Recent posts you might like to read:

Welcome to the Spookiest Month of the Year (+ Ouija Boards)


Sayonara Baby

Don't Bomb Your Audience With Turkeys

Are You Writing Me Into Your Book?

Dont Give Up Too Early



You'll also want to see what Amarinda Jones, Anika Hamilton, Anny Cook,
Barbara Huffert, Brynn Paulin, Bronwyn Green, Dakota Rebel, Kelly Kirch,
Molly Daniels, Sandra Cox, Regina Carlysle, and Cindy Spencer Pape
are up to, so make sure to visit them also. :)



Welcome to the spookiest month of the year

Welcome to the spookiest month of the year. Bwahahahaha.

My daughters both loved the show "Charmed". My younger daughter also loves Halloween. She's creating a blog all about Halloween and the paranormal and we're making a list of monsters and paranormal creatures.





Besides Trick or Treating and dressing up for Halloween, there was one paranormal activity I conducted year round when I was a kid: playing with the Ouija board. Unlike stories I've read online, I don't recall having any spooky experiences. In fact, I was a romantic back then and always asked it who I would marry. I always hoped it would say "Perry Mattan" or "Jeff Minks".

Alas, that didn't happen. I'd bet 1,000 to 1 they don't remember me or if they do as "that dorky girl".

I wasn't aware of the proper and improper ways to use Ouija boards. For instance, I didn't know that many Ouija Board users start their session with a special prayer.

Here's one such prayer I found online: "I invite those spirits who are only for my highest good. Any spirits who come through who are NOT for my highest good are to be absorbed into the white light of protection, harming none."

I also wasn't aware that I needed to say "Goodbye" or turn the planchette upside down when I was finished so that evil spirits wouldn't remain in my house after I was finished. Or that I should immediately say goodbye and stop playing with the board if the planchette made a figure eight or if the planchette moves to each of the four corners of the board. That means an evil spirit has entered the room.

Another indication is if the spirit you've contacted says it has a number, not a name, it is evil. If you feel evil spirits or believe that they may be in your home because of the Ouija Board, dispose of it. You can try to throw it away in the trash or out a car window. However, many tales report that Ouija Boards that were thrown away, mysteriously reappear.

My daughter warned me never ever ever burn a Ouija Board or it will open a portal to Hell and release unspeakable demons. Other sources online agree. People who have burned Ouija Boards report they hear shrieking coming from the flames. Some have seen faces in the smoke of the burning board.

Do not burn it!

If you burn it, do not burn it where you live or the demons will remain in your home. Legend says that whoever hears the Ouija Board scream has only 36 hours to live. Others say that after 48 hours the evil entity will come after you. Instead, break it into seven pieces, sprinkle it with Holy Water, and bury it. Some say to bury the seven pieces in different places. Others also suggest having a priest bless your home to ensure your safety.


For a lot more cool Halloween and paranormal posts, please check out my daughter's new blog: Graveyard Secrets. Although it's officially launching today and will start with a lot of nifty things for Halloween, it will go year round to celebrate the paranormal. She'd be thrilled with lots of visits today if you're so inclined. She's telling the history of Halloween today. Future posts include Halloween crafts for kids (she's a teenager), history of different paranormal creatures and things, ghost stories, alerts to good paranormal movies and books, etc.


Recent posts you might like to read:


Sayonara Baby

Don't Bomb Your Audience With Turkeys

Are You Writing Me Into Your Book?

Dont Give Up Too Early



You'll also want to see what Amarinda Jones, Anika Hamilton, Anny Cook,
Barbara Huffert, Brynn Paulin, Bronwyn Green, Dakota Rebel, Kelly Kirch,
Molly Daniels, Sandra Cox, Regina Carlysle, and Cindy Spencer Pape
are up to, so make sure to visit them also. :)

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