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Happy New Year, or as a friend reminded

Happy New Year, or as a friend reminded me, Russian Orthodox Christmas 🙂 Life is becoming more, hmm, manageable, these days so I plan on coming out from under my rock. I had four books out toward the end of 2013 with no time to tell people about them so I’d like to play a game. I’ll put out a line or two, and see if you guys can match the piece with the book. Of course there will be prizes!
Crimson Gold – western romance
Always a Bridesmaid – contemporary short romance
Wiccan Dream – paranormal YA
Not Quite a Princess – coming of age YA

example:“Animals sense ghosts,” Rhee said. “It’s been documented a million times.”
“Are we surprised?” Melody shook her head. “I’m just not crazy about the idea of a bunch of invisible stalkers. I could reach out my hand and touch somebody? Yuck.”
answer: Wiccan Dream
From now through the end of January, I’ll be posting via twitter. Let’s have some fun!!

Got this…

Middle of the week, juggling all kinds of stuff, but mostly I’m really happy to be here. Yes, I’ve got a list of jobs to do that I never seem to get close to finishing, but today I took a break and went to Arubas for lunch, where I split a sandwich and grabbed a beer with a friend while watching the stormy ocean waves crash against the pier. There is something soothing about a thunderstorm on the water – when you’re cozy behind the window and get to watch the pelicans dive bomb the fish, and the seagulls tag along for anything they miss.
I’ve got contest entries to finish judging for FRW’s annual contest, a short story to write, a book to edit for a client and two books of my own to get wrapped up. But if I start to feel too overwhelmed, remembering the waves helps calm me down.
Makes me think, even if I’m totally deluding myself, that I got a handle on this crazy ride called life 🙂
how do you handle too much at once?? Share, please

A Handbook to Literature

A Handbook to Literature, Seventh Edition.  William Harmon and C. Hugh Holman

I’m a writer – I get mostly decent reviews, my editors haven’t ever threatened to cut me off at the keyboard, and I have an amazing group of writer friends who all tell me I know my craft.

They lie 🙂

I opened this book, figuring I’d be pretty familiar with the content.  I couldn’t have been more wrong. Random opening to page 181. Empiricism. Anybody want to guess?

Empiricism: In philosophy the drawing of rules of practice not from theory but from experience. Hence, an empirical method is sometimes equivalent to an ‘experimental’ method or scientific knowledge. In medicine, however, an ’empiric’ usually means a quack.

Next random page? Metrical Accent : The accent called for by the rhythm pattern in poetry.

Nucleus: The heart of a syllable; almost always a vowel. A paradigmatic syllable consists of a nucleus necessarily, and possibly an ONSET (consonant matter) before and a CODA (consonant matter) after.

*I knew this one!!

Penny Dreadful: A cheaply produced paperbound novel or novelette of mystery, adventure, or violence or popular in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries in England

Last random page?

Spuria: Collective plural for such spurious items as forgeries and fakes

This was just a sampling of all the cool stuff I was clueless about – if you get a chance to browse this book, it will have you scratching your head, going “Really??”



I lost July

I can’t believe July is gone. I was supposed to have two proposals written, my editing jobs caught up and my website done.

My website got done [thank you, Christopher] I’m halfway through my editing stuff but I haven’t written a single word of prose. I want to. The spirit is willing, but there is only so much time in the day and I keep running short. I swear it was just the end of June. And the Fourth of July. I remember that too. Everything else? A freaking blur 🙂

Okay, okay, I did get two new covers bought, and Crimson Gold is days away from being on Amazon, AND I’m a part of a new group called Writing to Wellness that meets every Tuesday night from 6 to 9 – if you’re interested, check it out on Meet Up – and I’m going full steam ahead for launching Kendelle Press sooner than I’d anticipated and with way more bells and whistles. I have not been sitting back and eating bon bons after serving coffee with a strained smile. Though an Iced Venti Americano sounds really delicious  right about now…

I like to do a mid year goal check to make sure my short term goals are still in line with my long term goals. Do you all have any tricks for staying on task? I’d love to hear!



Bathing suits and hats. Yup, you heard it here.

Instead of working, or marketing, or writing, I spent the day with my close friend, who is visiting for a few days from North Carolina.  We started the morning with coffee (me) and tea (Sheryl) – then later we went to lunch at Ocean 101 off of Commercial in Lauderdale by the Sea.  We talked and gabbed and caught up all while People Watching of the kind that can only be done in a small beach town. Sunburned noses, tired parents allowing kids to go ahead an play in the street, older couples strolling down the sidewalk, hand in arthritic hand.  Idyllic. Quaint. But wait – here come’s a guy in too-short swim trunks in a hat and boots. Why not? And a girl in a hot pink bikini with a baseball cap and a sweatshirt to stave off the chill from the 86 degree weather. The man with the beer overhang, hairy chest and gold chains sporting a bandana – we’ve all seen him before, in jeans with a plumber’s crack. Only now he’s on vacation with the fam 🙂

After lunch, Sheryl and I walked through the shops – maybe she was picking up on the Hat Vibe, ’cause this one called to her as if they peanut butter and jelly.

sheryl hat

Isn’t she cute??

After that, we raced home before the rain and now we are enjoying a glass of Twisted Sisters At The Beach – a North Carolina wine she brought for us to share, along with The Biltmore, another yummy Carolina zin.

I hope you all are having a terrific Wednesday – cheers!

twisted sisters at the beach wine

Random Thoughts

3 20 13 004So, today’s blog post is a random collection of trivial things that make up a day in MY life. Author, barista, entrepreneur…
3:55 a.m. Alarm goes off. I slide reluctantly out of bed. Rain pounds against the window, and BED is much cozier than racing around getting clothes on.
4:10 a.m. Dressed, hair slicked back in a pony tail, Shove feet into shoes – realize there’s a glob of dried whipped cream on the end of the shoe lace. Gross, but no time to chisel it off. Tie shoe.
4:15 a.m. Rush dogs outside into pouring rain, which they H A T E. Drag dogs, who suddenly have no power to walk on their own, to a semi dry spot and tell them to pee. They look at me like I’m the Anti Christ. Pee.
4:22 a.m. Two minutes late due to reluctant pets. Feed them treats and head out the door, apron, sharpie, hat and – whew – keys. Immediately lose hat in the wind, hat is now wet as I climb in the van and start the car.
4:29 a.m. Get to work just as the manager does – we run inside the frigid store, made all the more cold because we are soaked from the dash from our cars.
6:30 a.m. Finally grabbing a KIND bar and coffee on break. Pastry case takes an hour and a half to set up with the new system – doesn’t matter how fast I try to be. Coffee’s caught up. Glad that it wasn’t me who flooded the back room…
9:00 a.m. Rush home, still freaking pouring, to let the dogs out. I have to catch the bridge across the intercoastal just right, or I’m late. I have five minutes coming and going allowed for error – no more. Pippa’s terrified. She hates storms, but she can’t hold her bladder forever and she growls at me as I force her outside. Scary little Pomeranian teeth. Benny coughs. I know he’s a Chihuahua, but my friend Kathy insists he’s a little Jewish old man inside the Taco Bell outfit. I tell him that I refuse to buy Campbell’s Chicken Noodle, but know that if he’s still coughing later, I just might.
9:30 – Back to work, wiping peanut butter toast from my lips as I run inside. Made the bridge – all is well. CRAZY busy day. Something about dreary weather makes people think they need freaking frappucinos. Yeah, go figure. Temperature drop – let’s have a frozen five thousand calorie drink.
1:00 p.m. Work’s done. I drop my friend off at home so he doesn’t have to ride his bike in the rain, then put gas in the tank and get home in time to let the dogs out between rain showers. Change out of coffee scented work clothes – my closet smells like an espresso scratch and sniff. Kick off shoes, hoping the chunks have fallen off but not willing to take the time away from my new business, SMMNow!
1:45 p.m. Computer up, docs up, scanning email – don’t dare check Facebook. Something about it sucks an hour or two from my day. Okay – I’m nosy and I want to catch up with friends, if the truth be told….lol
4:00 p.m. Dogs want out AGAIN – good heavens, why do I feed these needy creatures?? Come back, allow myself a peek at Facebook.
6:00 p.m. Time warped into the future within the blink of an eye. Realize that it’s time for a glass of wine and the dogs’ dinner. They’ve been whining pathetically by their bowls as if they’ve never eaten before. Phone rings. Mom/Sheryl/Piks/Destini/Brighton/Patrice calls and I take a relieved break. Apple, cheese slice, pasta – something quick and easy to feed the machine then back to work.
8:00 p.m. Eyes are drooping. Computer and just plain old fatigue hit. I try to read, or do a last browse through Facebook to catch up on my own marketing or promo. Answer editor/agent/publicist/fan mail
9:00 p.m. Shower – set out clothes for the next morning to do it all over again.
10:00 p.m. Bed. Toss, turn. Worry about things outside my control.
3:55 a.m. Repeat 🙂

That’s my day – wanna share yours?

Recharging the batteries

Zen - easter 2013 052I’ve spent a lot of time these past few months figuring out who I am, what I want, and how to get there. I’ve dug deep beyond the surface and trudged through the murky depths of what makes me tick. I’ve cried, I’ve laughed, I’ve railed at Fate – and I’ve had my toes in the sand. The ocean is a huge balm to my soul. The crash of the waves, the endless back and of forth of the water, the smell of salt, the breeze, the pelicans and fish and dolphins and the people watching -all of this gives me energy, feeds my heart and allows me to focus on the good in life.
Whether I’m walking along the water’s edge or sitting with a friend, the ocean brings me peace. Where do you go?

Books that inspired…

Patrick Dennis wrote Auntie Mame back in the fifties, I think, and I found the book as a teen at a garage sale. Original price for this puppy was 50 cents, and I think I got it for less. I adored it – the copy is now tattered and rubber banded together. What’s great about this? It took me away to another world with tons of laughter. As a teen in the 80’s I had no idea what life might be like in the fifties, but Auntie Mame was vivid in my mind. Whenver I need a pick me up, it’s a toss between that book and an Erma Bombeck. So far as fantasy goes, I inhaled A Wrinkle in Time and C.S. Lewis. I read everything I could get my hands on – from fables to nursery rhymes to my mother’s purloined library books. I remember one time I was twelve and home sick with a cold and I read a book of hers while she was at work. About the plague. By the time she came home I was sure I was dying, lolol

Books have always been a means of escape, another reality – and if the story grabs me I’m game for the ride no matter what the genre. And like Babe Rhonda, I am a HUGE fan of Gone With The Wind . Who do you LOVE?

Today only, PEONY, Book 2 in the Queen’s Guard series

Flaws! Who, me??

Just kidding 🙂
I am loaded with flaws and idiosyncrasies. Hmm, you say. That might be interesting. But trust me – it isn’t very interesting stuff, it’s just what makes me, me.
Since living alone, I’ve been getting to know me pretty well. I am not as nice as I could be.I know when I’m being a little gritchy, but knowing doesn’t re-set my balance. I like a walk on the ocean or a nap for that!
I have this ridiculous need to sort through emotional things and ‘tag’ them – as if labeling them allows me to put them away. I’m not sure if this is successful or not. Some things refuse to stay packed in the box!
I like to plan ahead. Even though I know that we only have this one day, today, I still like to plan and prepare for the upcoming week/month/year. It makes me feel proactive, as if I have some control over my world. I know that there are things beyond my control, but I like to do it anyway, lolol.
I am over focused at times, and forget to take a breath.
I dislike order. I prefer a little chaos. A straight line bothers me.
I don’t care about which way the toilet paper roll goes – or if my socks are folded. I’m content if things are clean – it doesn’t have to be perfect.
I don’t cook. I can, and will for family because I love the act of being together over food and conversation, but I’d be happy with meals delivered to my door from the gourmet market.
Same thing for laundry. I’d love to hire out 🙂
Wow – now you know just some of the things that make me human and unique. Come on and share yours!!
I dare you, lol


Queen’s Guard :Peony – Available today!

I’m really happy that the second book in the Queen’s Guard series is out – and I’m really hoping that sales fly through the roof so that I can continue the rest of the series, lolol. I clearly remember my first book release. It was like magic! All of the work I’d done and the story I’d poured my heart into, available for readers to do what they do – read.
And connecting to our blog subject this week, I’ve had good reviews and bad reviews. I remember the first time a woman emailed me after reading Love’s Magic. She told me that my book had taken her away from hours of tedious pain in the chemo chair.
That brought what we do, as writers, home. I owe the reader a story that will hopefully transport them to whatever world I’ve created. This is my fifteenth book out today – and while I don’t need to celebrate by going out to dinner, the feeling is still very magical.
All week Peony will be on special for 99 cents, and I’ll be blogging at Writerspace, as well as on my facebook page. I’m doing an impromptu contest thing with all of the amazing people commenting on my medieval tidbits. Love, love all of the history buffs on facebook!
So, I hope you take a chance on Peony, and give me the opportunity to write Mamie’s story (Rose) next. She’s a bunch of fun 🙂 Feel free to write a review!

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