Sometimes when I’m really in the zone, writing and revising and writing and revising, I can work for hours, blocking everything else out. I forget to feed myself. And my cats. Well, it appears the cats may be forming an army to get their revenge.
They are multiplying!
By the way, I’m making great progress revising the next installment of MORE THAN JUST A GOOD BOOK. After that it’ll be off to my beta readers for review. I’ll keep you posted on when it’s available on the website.
Okay, I’m going to get all sappy here, but I love this video. It reminds me of my own cat Jesse, whom we lost a few years ago. He had a toy puppy he absolutely loved playing with and would fearlessly do all kinds of things like jumping onto the couch not knowing what he’d encounter just so he could get to his favorite sleeping spot. If it weren’t for the occasional running into the walls or furniture, you’d have never known he was blind. And he was such a sweetheart. He just made my life so much brighter every day, and a part of me will always miss him.
I had to permanently retire my old keyboard and have sent it off to the tech recycling center. I wrote MORE, BREATHE, TAKE ME HOME, and several of my short stories on this one. Actually, if you look close you can see there were two of them. That’s how much I loved this keyboard. I would still be using it too, but one of them no longer worked and on the other some of the keys were sticking and others had completely stopped working. Hard to type a 100,000+ word manuscript with no “S” key.
Good-bye, old friend. Thanks for helping me tell my tales.
As a member of Romance Writers of America, I like to support the individual chapters who accept digital-first and digital-only books in their published author contests. Earlier this year, I entered Take Me Home in the Oklahoma RWA’s International Digital Awards. It won first place in the Contemporary Novel category, and I recently received this awesome plaque in the mail.
Huge thanks to the contest coordinators and judges for their time and efforts in running and judging such a professional contest, their tweets and other mentions of my book’s win, and for the beautiful personalized award. I love it!
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!!