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What we don’t say

Let’s be honest, what we don’t say is probably more important than what we do say. Have you ever sat and thought about all the things you didn’t say in a single day? How strangled the words were, locked deep inside your mind? And why on earth would we strangle our own words? They’re only words after all. Words that we feel. Words that pop into our minds the very second something happens or is said, and we want to unleash them and just feel better for saying it.

Okay, I understand. Sometimes we might not think the most angelic thoughts…is that it? We might find what we are holding back is a tad, okay, very judgmental. Did that person even ask our opinion about what we thought? Probably, probably not. But you’re certainly giving it to them in your head. “That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. Your girlfriend is a moron, and you need not spend one extra minute being around her. She might be contagious with her nasty.” Instead we might remain politically correct (ew, I hate that) and say “Maybe she didn’t mean to hurt your feelings when she said the job you have could be done by a fifth grader. Maybe she’s just having a bad day.”

Or we don’t say things in order to not hurt someone’s feelings. “This spaghetti she made tastes like the cardboard box the noodles slid out of.” Still…a good idea to keep the door locked on what we really think. Plus, It’s a bit amusing to do stand-up comedy in our heads sometimes. It can amuse us, especially when we’re gutting down tasteless spaghetti and smiling while it gets clogged down our esophagus.

But then there are the times that these little ol’ four, five, six, maybe seven letter words should be set free. Like when they’ve been bottled up for so long, if you set them underneath a rocket they would shoot it right to the moon. It’s been too long, too suppressed. They’ve made you ill. Poison seeps from the depths of where they remain locked away and slowly begins to kill you. Day after day. Slowly the jet propulsion ability they had become echoes in your mind like a deranged patient, clanging the cup along the cell bars of where they’re locked. “Tell them the truth. Just do it.”

Flip side: The person who does not own a filter. They were born sans any way of never letting you know exactly what is on their mind, what they think, and how you look. These people scare me. They’re a little like a talking mirror. You don’t want to go up to them and ask how those pants make you look. You already know, anyway. They can be rude, outspoken, sometimes hurtful, but when we want to know the truth, they are who we seek out. I can appreciate a filter-less person sometimes. If anything to go and have an honest talk with. No pretenses. No bull. Just a little of like-it-is. Yeah, the world isn’t full of these people. Remember there is a tiny delineation to being honest and just mean. I’ll take the honest and leave the mean.

Sigh.

That was certainly a deep subject. It was just something on my mind. Driving home tonight I pondered the words that keep me company inside my mind. Words that I’d like to share, but don’t. Words that may surprise some, but we’ll never find out. Or won’t we?

Okay, so enough of the knee-deep thoughts. Or were they head-deep? lol Back to what’s going on. It’s been forever, right? Well, I’m still working on my next series. I am so excited about this series. I’ve learned so much with writing my other ones. I’ll share a bit about what’s going on with this new journey….

This is Lucy…Isn’t she a lovely girl? Lady, whatever. Well, love stinks for Lucy. Or so she will soon find out. But on her way to the grand epiphany, she will meet…Martin. He’s a rich (of course) bachelor and the love interest of her good friend. But does he really feel the same way for this friend? I mean, really?

I get chills just thinking of all the twists and turns they are about to go on. And don’t think they’re hooking up. No, no, no. Oh, didn’t I mention? Lucy’s married. And before anyone rolls their eyes and tags my story for a cheater convention, let me stop you now. There is no cheating going on. Well, not with the people who matter. Look at that, I’ve already said more than enough. You’re really going to have to stay tuned to some more tidbits of where my mind wanders. It’s a crazy place, you know.

Stay lovely, friends! It’s Monday, but that’s okay. If we’re lucky, we’ll get to Friday. ūüôā

 

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A Total Staple

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I got stuck staying awake last night watching “Dirty Dancing”. Yes I’ve seen it a million times before. Yes I own it myself. But there it was on television. With tons of commercials. And I couldn’t help myself. “Dirty Dancing” is like “Christmas Carol”, “Pretty Woman”, and “Titanic”. I don’t know of many people who haven’t seen “Dirty Dancing”.

What doesn’t work about this movie? There isn’t one thing I could say to criticize this classic. The cast, the music, the chemistry…it was all soooo good. It completely depresses me to think of the world without Patrick, but I’m so grateful we have a piece of him in this hit. I heard it through the grapevine they wanted to do a remake. What??!! It figures. No one can think of anything original anymore. It’s sad.

And so I’m tired today, but boy was it worth it! My favorite all-time line was when Baby is in his room, after the dance, and she says she would regret walking out and never feeling the way she does when she’s with him. I could rewind this moment and watch it a million times. Come to think of it, I might’ve blogged about this movie before. This seems very deja vu. But think about it…haven’t you felt that way before about someone? If you haven’t, I hope you do. It’s a wonderful thing. ūüôā

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Release Day

excitedOh my gosh! The final Amy book has been released into the world. I’m so flippin’ excited. I want to know what everyone thinks…did Amy get the ending they imagined? Was there any let down because of (fill in the blank). I want to know it all!

I don’t have to tell you, when I sat down to write the third book, I had no idea what was going to go down. I had a vague path, but the details were murky. As I moved along–chapter after chapter, I got a sense of where I wanted my wayward girl to end up. And end up she did! I’m really going to miss formulating Amy’s paths. Who knows, maybe I’ll visit her again on Cassique island. Maybe someone else in the story will need a little coaxing, and I’ll check up and see what Amy’s up to. For now, though, the story has ended and she is waiting for readers in the pages of “Finding Amy”. I hope everyone who began the journey, continues on. And if you haven’t yet begun…grab a copy of the first one! Personally, I love to wait until a series is complete before diving in. That way I don’t have to wait to read the next one. I’m like that on television series, too!

I won’t take up any limelight from Amy, but I just want to leave you with the¬†knowledge that a new release is pending for December!! I’m hard at work putting the finishing touches on it. Until next post…

 

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Love Comes Quickly

Love-Pictures-2How quickly does love really come? How fast is too fast? I was asked this question not too long ago by someone who thinks they love someone only after a few weeks of talking. There have been¬†two dates, telephone conversations, and endless texts between them. Hmmm…could it be love? I’m not sure. Maybe it’s infatuation. Is there a litmus test for love?

I read a review for my debut book, “Waking Amy” and they stated that the love between the hero and heroine happened too quickly. Don’t you kind of have to write it quickly? I mean, there’s only 250-300 pages to establish love. Less, if you want to add in a problem, some climax, and a conclusion, too! Certainly we don’t have the leisure to drag it out for three volumes. But doesn’t love happen that quickly in real life? My friend seems to ponder the question. And I would figure her to only be on about page 50 of her romance!

I was watching Dying Young tonight. You know…with Julia Roberts and Campbell Scott. Anyway, they were about 25% into the movie when it happened for them. Julia Robert’s character was about to leave when Campbell Scott seduced her and they slept together. BAM!! The next morning he declares his undying love and she returns the sentiment. Are you serious? Isn’t that a bit quick? Shouldn’t they date more than one time before sealing their fate with forever-talk? Couldn’t they’ve¬†remarked how¬†much they liked one¬†another before diving into “here’s my heart, don’t break it”? It must be that I’m just so slow in coming to the conclusion about surrendering my soul to someone. But it works in fiction and movies. I get it. It has to. We only have but so long to convey the message. No¬†heroine walks into a book halfway into a romance with the hero.¬†How would the reader have empathy for anything they went through in the beginning of their¬†romance? Where is the build? Oh yeah…it’s on pages 1-75. So, what makes it so unbelievable then to think my friend isn’t in love? I’m not sure, I just can’t wrap my head around it.

Point 2 that I can quickly recall. The movie, “The Longest Ride”, by Nicholas Sparks. The girl dates him only a¬†one time before she rips off her clothes and magically they can’t live without each other. What? I found her to be a little loose quite frankly. I know, I know…that’s what sells. But is it real life? I guess so. For some. I don’t hang around people who have these types of things happen to them…but I wonder…is my friend going to fall to this “fictional” fate of love comes quickly? I’ll keep you posted. ūüôā

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Cover Reveal-A Reason to Stay

A Reason to Stay Cover Web_2This is my new contemporary romance, “A Reason to Stay.” It releases June 1st. It’s quite a different tale than that of Amy. Elise is my heroine and she can handle herself a little better when it comes to men. What she can’t handle is commitment! That’s why when she feels the flutters for her boyfriend, still after 10 months of dating, she knows it’s time to leave. But why would she? This is something she’s working on. To pull out the ol’ “it’s me not you” seems so clich√©. But wait…a trip home to Kentucky to help her mother after surgery could be just the ticket. Then again, Kentucky is also home to Ben, the first guy who Elise still feels flutters when she has thoughts of his swagger and delicious smile. What’s a girl to do? Especially if he tracks¬†her down and wants to talk about old times.

I loved writing Elise. She’s a bit like me–a commitment phobic. It’s amazing I even settled down, myself! It’s also probably why I don’t take price tags off things. I need to feel I can return things should I need to. Not that I do a whole lot. ūüôā Well…maybe sometimes.

I’ll blog later about each of my characters in “A Reason to Stay”, and why I enjoyed writing them. Ben…Darren…Lyla…they’re all there! You can see if one stands out as a person you know. I’m sure there is!

And now for a tiny teaser…

Memories of their first time making love, while his parents were away, washed over her and strangled in her throat, forcing her to clear it. Ben looked up.

“Are you alright?”

“Fine.” One word. And for anyone who knew Elise, it was the worst word she could use. He knew it, too.

He fished through his drawers and pulled out a pair of boxer shorts and grabbed a shirt from his closet. She took them from him. Their fingers touched, making her attentive to his reaction. Were there any memories that were haunting him, as she stood inside his room? If there were, she wouldn’t keep her eyes on him long enough to find out. She couldn’t. They knew too much of her.

“You can change in here with me or the bathroom on the right.” A devil-painted-smile crossed his face and a rush of hormones swam through her stomach.

“I’ll take the bathroom.”

Why was he even messing with her? Just get changed and go home. There was no force that could be used against the Pandora box he was attempting to unlock. She peeled off her top and closed her eyes as she slid his shirt over her head, imaging the times before when she wore his clothes. It was like coming home after too long being gone. She smoothed her hair over to the side and pinched her cheeks for color. After taking a long draw of air, she knew that look of hers in the reflection of the mirror. The one that wanted to stay there, for old time’s sake. She pushed the thought away and dropped her wet shorts to the ground and shimmied on the boxer ones he lent her. There was a towel hanging on the back of the door that she used to dry her hair so it would stop dripping.

It was quiet when she opened the door. The kids and Ben had beat her downstairs. She held her wadded wet clothes as she stepped into the kitchen where Ben was pulling out some pots from the cabinets. He had changed into a baseball cotton tee with eye pleasing jeans. Age had perfected him well.

“I’m going to get going, I guess. I’ll make sure Melanie gets your clothes back to you.” Elise stood at the edge of the counter, watching his rendition of a chef on The Cooking Network.

He pretended not to hear her segue for leaving, and filled the large pot with water. “Sit down. I’m going to make dinner.”

“Ben, I have to go.”

“Sit down and relax. Oh, by the way, Darren’s been trying to call you.”

The words streamed in her mind like a foreign language she could not translate. What did he just say? Darren?

Ben read her thoughts. He pointed toward the area by the back door. “Your phone is on the counter and it’s been buzzing. I didn’t mean to look, but his picture kept coming up. Still have a fetish for dark haired men, I see.”

Elise remained quiet. Anything she said could be used against her. More importantly, she hated answering questions about her life. The one she hoped to leave safely back in California. Traps and snares never put her in a good mood. She walked around to the counter where her phone lay and took it, trying to put it in her pocket. When she realized the shorts she had on had none, she held it down by her side.

“You’re not going to call him back?” Ben said, turning on the stove.

“I’ll call later.” Answer given. Now move on. Please, move on.

“Who is Darren?”

Ever the non-committer. “A friend.”

“A friend?” A note of skepticism was in his tone. Did he know the real Elise Newton too well?

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Cover Reveal for “Leaving Amy”

Leaving Amy digitalI am sooo pleased to share with you, my cover for “Leaving Amy.” It is the second volume in the Amy series. I had so much fun writing this book. I was asked by a reader if I plot things out…do I know the ending before I even begin to write? I’m pretty amazed that my answer was no. That’s only because I’m a really organized person. Planning things is a small hobby of mine. I have 3 calendars dedicated to planning for things. With books, though I have only a general idea where I’m beginning, a so-so idea where it will go, but the ending is ALWAYS a surprise! The ending to this one will not disappoint. I hope.

Amy, as you know from reading the first book, is a bit na√Įve to the world without her husband. She’s unsure of herself living without an identity outside of marriage. And without spoiling the second book…she grows even more as the pages flip. You’re going to be proud how she handles herself. You’re also going to want to call her up and give her advice on doing some things¬†differently in places. But, have no fear…she gets there! She really does.

I read all the reviews about what a rose-colored wearing glasses girl she is. How some would like to smack her. How others could identify with her. Trust me…Amy exists! I’ve known some Amys personally. But give her time, she unravels the cocoon that has had her trapped. She finds her legs and begins to stand on them. It takes time for people! It will take the third book for her to finally come full circle…but book 2, “Leaving Amy” will not disappoint! I hope everyone who enjoyed the first book will agree.

I left the guy off the cover intentionally.¬†After all, it is “Leaving” Amy. But, I’ll leave this question with all who¬†are following Amy’s journey…”Who’s leaving?”

“Leaving Amy” releases May 1 everywhere! Pre-order at Amazon today. ūüôā

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One day down!

DAYIf I were writing a diary, it would go something like this:

Day one of “Waking Amy”–I’ve waited a long time for the progress I’ve made today. I wrote this book as a fun exercise — keeping company with a couple of people whose story got caught in my head. It’s probably the most light-hearted of all the ones I’ve written thus far. Which is probably why I would have to categorize it as chick-lit.

Anyway, today I listed it on Amazon for pre-order. Not that I think I will get any, but I had to in order to link an author page. Plus the fact, I need to have it to submit to book reviewers. Who wants to advertise a book without a link to where it can be purchased?

And so I hit submit and watched as the book appeared like magic, among the millions of other books listed for sale. It was a milestone. Something I finished. (Unlike a few things I have lingering around the house without completion dates).

I looked at the picture I uploaded of myself. I HATE having my picture taken. It’s like, “that’s really how I look? Yuk. Who can take looking at that?” If I could’ve used a generic one, I would have. Like one of those cartoon characters with the sophisticated cheekbones and scarf flying in the wind.

Then came the biography. That was tougher to write than the story itself! If I thought the picture was bad —¬†describing my life in 200 characters was insane. Hmm…five kids, me a writer, vacations because they sound fun, and where I live. Yep, that about does it. Oh, and the dream to visit Italy one day. I hope it didn’t sound boring. Although hum-drum at times, my life is pretty fast-paced.

So that part is finished. Now, I’m going to get the book into some hands of readers for reviews; advertise on various sites, and hope for the best . Did you know that self-doubt can really kill you if you let it.

Tip for the day: I own hope, and I won’t let any of my one million negative thoughts get to it!

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