I was interviewed at the Literary Nymphs blog today, sharing a few personal favorites and talking about love and pain. Who knew I put so much of myself into my work?
Read the interview: Meet Sloan Parker
I was interviewed at the Literary Nymphs blog today, sharing a few personal favorites and talking about love and pain. Who knew I put so much of myself into my work?
Read the interview: Meet Sloan Parker
Totally off topic of writing and romance, but I love playing mini golf.
I stink at it, yet I almost always have a blast.
One thing that sucks (along with my score) is having to keep track of the scoring with those tiny pencils that always poke me in the leg when I cram one into my pocket on my turn.
Then it occurred to me, there’s gotta be an app for that.
Yep!
My Mini Golf Scorecard. It worked great on my iPhone. No more tiny, poking pencils!
And here’s the first course I tried it on. My score sucked (as usual), but I had fun playing with the new app.
Anyway, just had to share for any of you fellow mini golf lovers out there. Check out My Mini Golf Scorecard or one of the other mobile apps for keeping score. Save yourself from the poke of a pencil!
“Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it’s a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it’s a way of making contact with someone else’s imagination after a day that’s all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.”
― Nora Ephron
My books are now on the Kindlegraph website. You can request a personalized autograph with the cover for each book (MORE, BREATHE, and TAKE ME HOME), and it will be sent directly to your Kindle.
If you want the inscription personalized: When you send in your request, insert your name as you’d like it to appear into the comments box.
Get started here.
Last month I attended a late summer pride event. It was such a fun day with fellow authors SJ Frost, Hank Edwards, Jax Steele, and Deanna Wadsworth (who organized everything for us). One of the best parts of the day: my parents stopped by. I was so proud of them. Not only did they come by our booth, but they also walked all around the event, looking at the various booths and collecting freebies along the way.
They love me and my partner, but they’re not PFLAG people. They don’t wear rainbow gear and march in parades (they’re quiet, introverts like me). I even had to explain to mom what Pride was. So I was elated they came. They even tried to win a free book at our booth, and my mom picked up one of my CDs. I heard her whisper to my dad as she held up the CD, “This is the only way I’ll get to read her books.” Which is funny because previously she had made it sound like she had no interest in reading the “sexy stuff.”
I’m fairly certain she doesn’t get how “sexy” we’re talking about here. Uh-oh.
I’m thinking she probably put the CD in, clicked on my short story MORE THAN JUST A GOOD BOOK, got to the rimming scene, and promptly closed the laptop lid. But hey, THEY CAME TO PRIDE!!
And looky, I even have a picture to prove it.