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Pointless

Friday night movie night at the Dove house! Stovetop corn popped, peach gummies in check, and my tea waiting on the nightstand to be be sipped. Now all that was needed was a good romantic comedy. Uh…I’m still waiting. Yes, it’s Saturday morning, but I’m pondering what I watched last night. What I gave up precious hours of my life to never get back.

I wanted to like it. I begged to like it. Look at the star. I love her in other movies. Four Christmases, Walk the Line, Sweet Home Alabama…. So what went wrong?

First the acting was off, the camera shooting was amateur-like, and the characters were…a strange medley to say the least. I’d have to say, I didn’t really care or was invested in any of them. Not to mention the storyline. Who takes in 3 complete strangers, guys no doubt, to live with you and your 2 daughters? Who? And then to tell one of the strangers, of whom you’ve known a day, to take your child to guitar lessons? In your deceased father’s vintage Porsche? It just wasn’t believable. Nothing was. There was a scene in which one of the guys she moved into her sanctuary, for no reason, hit her husband in the face. Out of nowhere!!! For no reason. Sheesh!!

So what was good about it, you ask? The movie had that weird vibe of “It’s Complicated”. And I love that movie. Turns out this director was the daughter of the woman who directed that one. They even used similar scores in this one, and they shared food in the kitchen. (you know what I mean if you’ve watched “It’s Complicated” or “Something’s Gotta Give” even more than twice!)

Anyway, the ol’ hubster gave this one a two on the snore-o-meter. He was out cold before the last half hour. I was determined to see what happened, though. There were 3 men in chase of Reese. So with half-shut eyes and the clock about to strike 12:30 I hung on for the last scene…the one that would wrap it all…the one to tell me who it was that ended up with her. ……………..and nothing. Nope, nothing. Fade to black, nothing.

So to all the readers who threw raw eggs at me during the Sarah series when I didn’t bring closure for them after book one….I apologize. Completely.

Yep, truly I am. But understand this, my next book will have double closure. Zip locked, ironclad, double-laced closure. I know this to be true. Because who wants to spend the time being invested….for nothing.

You all have a great weekend…and stay away from those movies that don’t wrap it up for ya!!

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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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Meet Amy Whitfield

depositphotos_82452768-Portrait-of-beautiful-woman-with-red-hairAmy Whitfield is the wife of Wesley Whitfield. It’s how she introduces herself….how since she was in high school, she dreamed of being introduced. That’s how long she’s had a crush on that guy. But she wasn’t the first one to date him. No, her twin sister Ashley was his high school sweetheart. Unlike Amy, Ashley had no desire to stay around and get married. And after tragedy struck and both Wesley and Amy’s parents lost their lives, it was just the two of them left behind. Nature took over and after a brief courtship, they married.

Lately though, something’s been missing in her marriage. That’s why Amy is in a lingerie shop buying things she doesn’t even know how they work. It’s no surprise, Amy’s always been a good girl to a fault. That’s how her high society mother raised her. Amy knows nothing about what her friends are talking about at work when they talk trash about their men. She chokes on pudding when they ask how many times a week she has sex. A week? She’s only interested in when the next Hallmark feature presentation comes on. And she smiles, knowing that Wesley will be downstairs viewing boxing while she watches it. Their marriage has been working like this since pretty much the beginning. Until lately…

Wesley has been coming home late in the evenings. And when he finally gets there, he’s already eaten dinner. He’s got another out-to-town seminar to attend in two weeks. And he’s been less attentive to her stories about work.

Amy takes all of that in account as she straps on the nighty that she hopes will begin to capture Wesley’s attention again. But she’s too late…  As she stumbles downstairs, wearing fishnet stockings and three-inch heels, she sees the note on the fridge. He’s left her. Now what?

Read what happens to Amy, as she tries to change herself to be the woman Wesley can’t possibly leave. It’s a change that will forever alter her life, unlike she ever thought.

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Calm Before the Storm

th1TY66I4NIn was at the end of 2012, that I began to write. Not actually began, but revisited writing. I’d gotten this notion that being an author was my intended path. For the past 20 years I’d been a property manager. Not a complete happy one. You know, just doing the job and paying the bills. Who aspires to collecting rents and receiving calls about a leaky toilet?

I took off two months or so, and for that time, all I did was write. I was consumed. Where were these stories coming from? In the shower, in my sleep–all I did was write in my mind. After I collected a few books on paper, I researched what to do next. So I began querying my books to agents. I got a few requests, some advice, and mostly after that, rejections. It was disheartening. But also a gift of knowledge. What I was writing wasn’t ready for publication. I needed to attend some workshops, join some writing groups, and read! And that I did. All of it. I entered contest after contest, some even put me as a finalist, but most importantly, I received valuable advice from the judges. What I needed to tweak, work on, and get better at. And so I did. Then came more rejection. I was almost at the end of my ‘what if I’m just no good.’ So…I took a break from it.

In that time I took a hard look at what I wanted to do in life. And what I found out is that I wanted…no, what I needed, was to write. I would not give up. I would not accept rejection. Shortly after this I received word from a publisher that she wanted to contract me for a book. I was over the moon. Me? Are you sure? LOL

So for that year until publication I continued to write, I started my blog, and I got a Twitter and Author Facebook. I was on my way! Then came another contract for my second book. Yay! I was doing it now:)

Most recently my first publisher and I parted ways. I always try to see the lesson learned and move past it. Next month I will release my debut book, “Waking Amy.” I’m slightly freaking out. This is not the way it was to be, but I’m so much better for it. Still, I’m very nervous. Talk about opening your soul for the whole world to see! I’m releasing my words, my imagination, my feelings, out to the universe. Certainly the entire universe won’t witness this, but they could should they go to Amazon or Barnes and Noble and click “Buy Now.”

I’m going to try and stay away from the reviews. I can only imagine I’ll be like the groundhog…slipping back into my hole if there’s a bad one. But I’ve been told that a bad one is better than a blank one. Okay, I think. I’ll try and remember that when I’m sobbing in my wine glass, blabbering incoherent things.

I’m crossing off everything as I go. Joined this club, check! Talked to this reviewer, check! This is my first time out, and I’m alone…I’m sure there will be a million things I don’t do that I should. But the most important thing I keep telling my self, is that I’m doing it! I’m really releasing my book! May everyone who takes a chance on this girl and reads it, be blessed for it:) I’m counting on it!

 

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Sneaky Eater

Closer-cookie.jpgI just cleaned my room and discovered I can no longer close my nightstand drawer–it has too much candy inside it. Shamefully, I hung my head and then threw my hip into it! I wondered…do I have a problem? And then I remembered that I live with 5 sets of sticky fingers. Ones that like my taste in snacks. Okay, not really snacks. Candy…in the shapes of Sweet tarts, the really big ones. I enjoy the purple ones. Then again, I love anything grape. I usually throw out the yellow ones. I detest all things yellow, usually. And then I have Zotz, Chunky bars, Lindt balls (sea salt favorite), and Sixlets. All of them living comfortably beside where I sleep at night.

I am a huge fan of “The Closer.” Brenda Lee has the same fetish, but for different reasons. Although I can never see what she’s eating in those foil covered packages. I have no idea what it could be.

And then, of course, we have Barbra Streisand in The Mirror Has Two Faces. Another favorite of mine. She’s always stashing and eating. What can I say? It’s a cozy thing to do. Hide and sneak. Plus no one ever eats my goodies. It’s a well known rule of the house. Unless I donate freely. Like when my daughter comes with puppy dog eyes and asks for a sweet tart. Can I deny a little girl who wants the yellow ones?

And so I segue into my New Year’s resolution…running two miles a day. Okay, so two miles sounds too far just typing it. I’ll start with running half a mile and walk the other half. Then I’ll graduate to the one and a half mark…maybe two times a week. Either way, I’m shaking off some of this sneaky weight I’ve gained. Who knew it would “sneak” up on ME?

I will keep you posted on my progress. I’m pretty sure I’m going to start this thing on Monday. Oh wait, that’s a holiday, right? Okay, Tuesday it is! And I’ll even donate a box of candy to the troops out in the living room. The entire box of Good and Plenty I found in the back:)

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Think Like A Man

chanDo you know how difficult it is to think like a man? I’ve had quite a time of it this weekend! I’m working on a new book…well actually reviving one I wrote a few years ago. It’s too good to leave on the shelf of my desk. I hear it calling out to me. “Julie, Julie, remember me? Solve my problems.” I digress… So I’m writing it from the perspective of a guy. Unusual, huh? Considering I’m not one. And my boyfriend is of little help. He’s not the typical kind you’d find wandering in the pages of a book. In fact he’s somewhat of an original.

I’m a girl, right? I talk about things to my girlfriends. Evidently the only things guys talk about are sports, their jobs, and their cars. Don’t they ever talk about their relationships? To one another? No in fact. My boyfriend has enlightened me that when guys go out it’s to get away from all that stuff. (not him, of course:) But other guys. And they certainly don’t talk about problems, i.e. having to sleep in the spare room. Well who do they talk to then? I’m certain everyone needs someone to divulge to… to get help from? Are guys simply floating islands, never connecting with anyone… to get it off their chests? No wonder they die of heart attacks. They have a lot stuff stored up.

Is it a weakness, I asked? Will the other guys think the one having problems isn’t man enough? My boyfriend assures me it’s in the guy’s best interest not to mention such things and take care of it on their own. How horrible. Not that I go and spill all that’s going on with my personal relationship, but I do have one very close friend that I would. Silly me, I assumed everyone had someone.

It certainly doesn’t help the guy in my story. He’s more disturbed than I thought! Does that mean that a close girl/friend couldn’t be confided in about marriage problems? Hmmm… I’ll have to ask. It’s so weird tracking down the answers. And it’s kind of across the board, I’m finding. Like a universal language. Guys are definitely a different breed than girls. And writing from a guy’s head is going to prove my biggest challenge yet. I might need a couple of men on speed dial throughout this thing to ask questions!