Friday, August 27, 2010

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Monday, August 23, 2010

My Typical Author's Day

“Oh, is it morning already?” I stretch and chastise myself for staying up too late and wasting the best part of the day.  I vow to go to bed earlier tonight.  Sure!  Keep reading, you’ll find out why I can’t.

"Hmm, wonder what time hubby left.  I didn’t hear a thing."

I stumble around the bed as I spread up the rumpled covers, always cursing that jiggling foot of hubby’s that manages to untuck the blankets and sheet from the end of the bed no matter how tightly or far I push them beneath the mattress.  I suppose it’s a small price to pay for having such a good man in my life…as long as he isn’t underfoot.  When he retires, I’ll probably go to prison for shooting him.  My patience wears much thinner and more quickly these days.  

Bed made, I find my glasses on the nightstand and survey my work.  Usually, the pillows are off center and I adjust them.  Don’t know why…no one ever sees my bedroom, but it’s a habit mom taught me.  Make the bed and never ever sit on it.  It’s for sleeping and nothing else.  Well, maybe something else, but that’s private and as much as I'm going to share. *smile*

Scurry to the bathroom in the slippers I swear never to wear because they leave black scuffs on the kitchen floor and fur balls on the carpet. But they do keep my toes warm.  No chance of falling down stairs as I’ve done in most other places I’ve lived, so I figure if I break a hip, it won’t be because of my house shoes.

  I brush my teeth, run a comb through my “Dennis the Menace” coiffure, sneer into the mirror at the blanket creases and new wrinkles, but still wash my face and add the anti-aging moisture cream that pledged I wouldn’t look like this.  Off to the kitchen.

Take my morning pills, grab my coffee and sit at the computer.  Sigh!  I really need to take a look at the finances, but first I open outlook so my email can download.  Big mistake.  I see a post from someone I know flash by, in the middle of the digested group posts.  I have to click on it, just in case someone needs something or wants to blog on “Dishin’ It Out.”  What can it hurt?  It’s only one message.

OMG, I forgot to post on Facebook and Twitter about my blog guest today.  So, I log onto Tweetdeck and post.  Gotta get to those bills.  Now, where was I?  Oh yeah, back to my emails.  I just skim them, intending to pay bills and take care of the filing I need to do.

Glance at the clock on the bottom of the monitor.  The mail has probably come.  Better check there in case there’s something else to add to the payment pile.  Stand, put on my “check the mail sandals” and hurry across the back yard.  Short trip…I live in a condo.  Back at my desk, after locking the back door, I wonder, did I lock the door?  Get up, check it.  Yep. 

Survey the mail, toss most of it, but leave things aside I think Kelly might want to see.  Back to email.  Read and respond to a few posts, stop and pull out the calculator and the bills.  See another email flash by.  Stop and read.  Follow a link to a trailer.  “Oh, how cute,” I mutter.  I need to work on one for my upcoming novel.  Of course I have to do for my friend, Marie, as soon as she sends me her cover.  See a link on the sidebar and follow it.  End up an hour later, realizing I still haven’t done the bills.  Nagging voice in my head reminds me I spent over a hundred dollars on the Wii Exercise Video and Step.  Yeah, yeah…I’ll get to it.  If not today, tomorrow for sure.

“Not now,” I chastise the voice in my head.  Joy wants me to add something to her story.  Oh, Joy’s Revelation is the title of one of many WIPS.  But maybe I should write it down before I forget.

Word program open, I find Joy’s story and add the needed piece.  Now I’m engrossed in writing and the next time I glance at the clock, two more hours have passed.  Great!  I stare at the bills still piled on my desk.  The rent is due, and I do like having a roof over my head.

I close Joy’s story and open the spreadsheet where I list what needs to be paid.  It’s great for tracking and making sure I don’t miss anything.  I go through and enter all the amounts.  Log onto BofA Online Banking, and while it loads, I switch over to outlook.  Skim through the messages again, get caught up in the Muse Gab room, and another glance at the clock…. I’ve been there a whole hour?  How can that be?

Click back to BofA.  Timed out!  Crap.  Have to log back in.  This time I stay there, determined to finish what I started.  “Oh, I have an instant message.”

Click over.  It’s my friend in Kansas.  We chat for a while.  Oh geez, another hour gone.  Back to the bank, and I finally manage to get things organized and ready for payment.

“Joy, will you just shut up?  I’ll get to you later.  You, too, Rob.  Yes, I know I promised to find you a woman.  I’m workin’ on it.”  Rob’s the lead in my retired basketball romance, Rebound.  At least he doesn’t nag as much as the female characters.

Phone call.  My DIL.  She wants to know if I can keep Spencer for an hour or so while she runs to the doctor.  Of course.  I love my little Pook!  What?  They’re in the parking lot.  It can’t be that late already.  I answer the door, my legs wobbly from having sat so long.

Pookie in and playing his games in the living room.  I return to my trusty desk.  Are you friggin’ kidding me?  I have 175 emails.  I’d better skim through them again.

“Nene,” I hear from the living room.  “I’m hungry.”

Cookies and milk served, I waddle back to my desk, determined to pay the damn bills and decide what to fix for dinner.  Oh right, I need to check my emails again.  Another hour spent responding or weeding through “thank you, you’re welcome, congratulations…those one and two word posts that are so annoying.  But, I do it too.  Pot calling the kettle black.

DIL back to pick up Spencer. We chat for a while, and they leave.  I’m back at the computer staring at the bills.  Well, I do have another day.  I’ll do them in the morning, for sure. I push the stack to the side and decide to check out before my membership expires.  I don’t stay long because I’ve hit a dead end.  Everyone came from Russia and I’m not paying for international info.

Insert a potty break between everything…seems my patience isn’t the only thing wearing thin these days.  The old bladder ain’t what she used to be.

Back to the emails, following links to blogs, reading, commenting,  answering other posts, and agonizing over the books I have yet to read for review.   The front door opens and I turn.  My jaw drops when I see hubby.  “What the heck are you doing home already?”

“Have you been at the computer all day again?” he asks.

“Of course not,” I lie as I meander into the kitchen, picking up fuzz balls and wiping up black marks on the linoleum.  “I was just about to get up and fix you something to eat.”

Okay, so now I think you see why I have to stay up until 3:00 a.m.  How else can I get anything done?  But then I discover that’s when my friends across the pond are online and posting.  I’m doomed, I tell you, doomed!

So, make sure to visit my blog.  I need more people commenting to add even more to my time schedule. There's always someone interesting there, Dishin' It Out.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

New covers

Book One in the Seraphym Wars series
by Rebecca Ryals Russell

Becoming NADIA
Book One in the NADIA Project
by Cyrus Keith

Monday, August 16, 2010

This is for you, Lin

This is for my good friend, Lin Holmes, and I hope everyone will party with me in honor of Lin.

Love you

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Shortcomings - Have to Share

And a really, really dear friend, designed my postcard so I can order them from Vista.  Hooray.  I'm getting into promo mode. 

Rast by Christopher Hoare

by Christopher Hoare
High Fantasy
coming March 1, 2011

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Ghost Dog of Roanoke Island

Ghost Dog of Roanoke Island - a MuseItYoung Middle Grade ghost story by C.K. Volnek:

Evil haunts Roanoke Island and a young boy must unravel its mystery and destroy it, before it destroys him.

In 1587, 121 colonists disappeare from Roanoke Island, NC, never to be seen again.

Something evil is haunting Roanoke Island and it’s up to twelve year-old Jack Dahlgren to unravel the mystery of the lost colony and stop the hateful campaign of revenge. But can Jack solve the puzzle in time to destroy the beast, before it destroys him?


Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Words from Kate Wesley

Hi, Let me introduce myself.

I’m Katherine Wesley, but everyone calls me Kate. After five years of living in self-imposed exile, I’ve returned to my home town of Twinsburg, Ohio. Okay, I was hiding away because my fiancĂ© jilted me two days before our wedding. He didn’t even have the guts to tell me in person. Oh no, he sent me a note and took off to Las Vegas. I left town shortly after, because I couldn’t stand the looks of pity from everyone. I know everyone said I wasn’t I wasn’t the first and I probably wouldn’t be the last, but that doesn’t help when it happens to you. So I fled and I built a new life for myself. I even opened a very successful flower shop in Clyde, Ohio.
But now I’m back and I’m opening my own florist shop here. Problem is, I heard my ex is back too. Not that I care. I mean seriously, I’m over him. The fact my heart beat a little faster the first time I ran into him didn’t mean a thing. Heck, it flipped twice as hard when I met my client’s brother. Not that I was looking for a guy, believe me, I wasn’t. Good grief I was happy just the way I was. I didn’t have to answer to anyone and no one had to answer to me. Nope, I was quite happy, thank you very much
Life was fine until I visited my Aunt Kate’s grave, well mostly fine. I mean my ex and Emma’s brother seemed to be vying for my attention. I never had that happen before and quite honestly, I could live without it. Talk about uncomfortable. But the florist shop was doing well for just having opened. Emma’s wedding helped that.

So there I was, minding my own business, going to the cemetery and that’s when I found a dead body.

Well let me tell you, life turned upside down, backwards, forwards, and everything in between. Between my ex, Emma’s brother –who had twin daughters I might add, and the dead body, let’s just say life got complicated.

To make matters worse, the twin sister of the victim showed up in town. Well, let’s just say things got real interesting after that.

You’ll have to read Double the Trouble to find out what happened. It’ll be released in March 2011.

Visit me at my website – and/or my blog

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Primordial Sun: The Heart of the Amazon

Primordial Sun
The Heart of the Amazon
by Karen McGrath
Paranormal Romance Mystery
coming April 2011

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Sunday, August 1, 2010

More Stately Mansions by John Rosenman-cover

More Stately Mansions
by John Rosenman
Cover art by Delilah K. Stephans
Releasing March 2011

Stranger on the Shore

First off, let me introduce myself. I’m Jordan Blake, author and heroine of Stranger on the Shore. Yes, like my creator, I’m an author and a very successful one, I might add. I’ve lived on the shores of Lake Erie for several years. Okay, three years, since my divorce. And I was quite content.

I lived alone, which suited me just fine. I didn’t have to answer to anyone, and no one answered to me. I ate when I wanted, slept when I wanted and wrote whenever I felt like it, often late into the night. I wasn’t keeping anyone awake and no one was waiting for me to come to bed.

I was happy and quite content with my life. At least I was until that cold October day when an early snow storm blew in off the lake. Nothing worse than lake effect snow, and this one was a doozy.

There I was minding my own business, securing cushions and patio furniture in preparation for a storm that was moving in way too quick, when I caught sight of something washed up on the shoreline.

Well, curious as I am, I had to investigate. Besides, it did look like a body and if someone needed help, far be it from me to ignore. Well, I was right; it was a body, thankfully alive. The thought of spending time with a corpse didn’t exactly enthuse me. I mean seriously, can you picture being stranded in a snow storm with a dead body. I mean I couldn’t have left it outside, not that it would have known.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter because this guy was alive, though not kicking. Nope he was out of it. If you could have seen me trying to move this six foot God knows how many inches, at least 190 maybe more pounds of muscle off the rocks, you probably would have died laughing.

I laugh myself when I think of it now, but at the time it wasn’t funny. For starters, the icy waves lashed out at both of us. He was unconscious, dead weight and soaking wet. Of course the rain started and that didn’t help and I don’t mean just rain, more like a torrential downpour. There I was, all five foot two of me in a sweatshirt, soaking wet trying to move this hunk. I did manage to move him. Little by little, I rolled him toward my house and managed to get him up on the deck. Wind whipped through my hair and rain quickly turned to freezing rain pellets that stung my arms even through my shirt..

Let me tell you, it wasn’t the easiest thing to do. Would I do it again? Probably, cause that’s the kind of person I am.

If you want to know what happened after I got this hunk into my house, you’ll have to read it.

Stranger on the Shore will be released in May 2011.

Visit me at my website – and/or my blog