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Two minutes and I’m done

It’s amazing…I’m driving down the road and on comes a song I totally can belt out…’Red, red wine.’ You know the one, right? I start grooving, singing the chorus like I’m performing to the passerbys, and just like that, after 2 minutes, I’m done. Next, please. Okay, Cyndi Laupert, ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.’ I get through what the mom says she’s gonna do with her life, then what the dad says and…I’m done. Moving on, please. And this is how it goes. This is possibly why I can’t manage to focus on a single, solitary thing in my life. By the way, can we tell what kind of music I’ve been into lately? It’s like I step into a time machine every time I take a ride. It’s great…while the first two minutes are going! lol

I think technology has put us in such a place where we can skip things that bore us. Can I see a show of hands that remembers waiting all day to hear a song play on the radio? With their Radio Shack recorder ready to press ‘record’? Actually I do have to wait for the song to finish lately because it is on the archaic radio station, but typically I listen to Spotify and I’m like two minutes, then skip. The same goes with my computer tabs. I’ve got a gazillion open at all times. Flipping and flopping. It’s a real problem. Same goes for my brain. I just took a shower and the whole time I’ve got 20 ideas, things, recipes, Amazon cart lists…you name it, swirling in my head like a helicopter without a landing pad. It’s exhausting!

So I did a thing yesterday. I think I’ve discussed mindfulness before on here. But yesterday I woke up and purposely became mindful of my day. My children. My hours. I left work at work. (which isn’t the greatest since I’m self-employed and people need me almost 24 hours, constantly) But I did. Every time my phone rang, I was like ‘whatever.’ And it made for the most amazing day. I thought of whatever was in front of me. My kids, in particular. And for like the first time, they didn’t stress me out. They really shouldn’t as much as I allow them to. They’re kids, for crying out loud. They have needs. Okay, so I don’t really need to see that deposit you made in the toilet. Just wipe and carry on with yourself. But, I let it roll yesterday. And I liked it a lot!! I just might try to do that more often.

I’ve been running a contest all month! I know, right? And I must’ve not been in the moment or I would’ve mentioned it sooner. Anyway, you’ve got 2 days to enter to win an Amazon card. So here is the link! I wish you luck and have a great rest of your week. 😉

https://gleam.io/1gKDc/fresh-fiction-july

 

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Book Hop Giveaway

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Who doesn’t love giveaways? Now through November 29th, a group of lovely bloggers and myself will be joining together in a book hop. I don’t know about you ,but I’ve sort of stopped the whole not going to bed just to be first in line at the door buster sales. Yes, they are good door busters, but I’m at the age where I respect sleep a little bit more than a .99 blu ray disc. My goodness, what’s become of me?

I’m so delighted in being able to join this hop. Truth be known, it is my first. I’m giving away a $10.00 Amazon gift card and an advanced copy of my new book, The Secret He Keeps. It releases December 8, so you could enter for a chance to get it first…and free!

I wish everyone luck, and don’t forget to follow all the other hops in this great caravan of goodies and giveaways. Stay in your pajamas, sleep till noon, and click away for your chance to win books!
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The Secret He Keeps
Purchase: Amazon
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Published: December 8, 2016

Dr. Rachel Miller has no recollection of what happened that night she climbed in the car with her husband and he drove recklessly into a tree. She has no clue as to why she survived and he didn’t. Nor does she understand why strangers are coming up to her on the street and telling her things she can’t recall about a life that seems so long ago. But Dane Stone knows.

Dane Stone is Rachel’s business partner…and her deceased husband’s best friend. He knows about the notes, the hotel receipt, and the reason she got in the car that night. It’s for her protection that he keeps the secret, but inside he’s dying to tell her.

 

Giveaway

$10.00 Amazon gift card and an advanced copy of my new book, The Secret He Keeps
http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/9e0c56be205/?

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