I have been working on my second book feverishly. I still have a ways to go. I'm not yet happy.
This one is so different than the first, even though it's one of a series. Here's a slight clue. It's called Burned Into Time. That's a biggie right there! My heroine gets burned into time!
But I am taking a break to talk about speaking in public. Yes, this is a big problem for me, and it might be one for many of you. My fear of being in front of people has put a damper on a lot of things. I freeze and have to plug myself back in for a few seconds. Deep inside the words are trying to emerge.
I have great fear that something like this will happen!
Shell shocked I will sit there and try to read the words or even remember what I am doing there! The anti nerve pills ain't working and your stomach has a fire breathing dragon in it. With a force that comes from who knows where takes over, like an alien, I push myself to say the words. Bluemberglst? Yeah that makes sense. And I remember what one of my FRW friends said to me. Picture them naked. Ha! that just might work.
One thing I can be sure of is that no matter how badly I do, Traci will tell me I did great! Friends well
Ordinarily this is South Florida in January. The usual temperature is in the seventies during the day and low seventies at night. But this week we have proof that global warming is a spoof. Because, this is South Florida today.
None of us knows what to do. So I just thought I'll post some cool graphics
Something that makes me feel good to look at.
Invokes a feeling. The graphic artist or photographer makes magic.
Which is just what I try to do as an author. And if we do it right. You will feel it.
I want to have a home in a rural area, away from the big city, but close to a good hospital and stores.
I want a new puppy to cuddle and keep Junior company.
I want to feel peace.
I want beautiful flowers and lots of books to read
My DH to keep me company.
And I want a new book to come out this year. The sequel to Tripping Through Time. Burned Into Time is the story of Lacy McCalley. The sister of the heroine in book one travels back in time. She doesn't get to leave as she planned to. She's burned into time is the best way to explain it. A wonderful man saves her. But the burns have destroyed her self image. She doesn't want her sister to see her this way. Why would a man fall in love with her? Especially now. What she forgets is that love conquers all and that love is blind. Ain't that great?!
Happy New Year to Everyone!!! May you live your heart's desire!
This picture invokes thoughts of a warm holiday and that perfect atmosphere. This next bit makes me laugh.
While trying to escape through Pakistan , Osama Bin Laden found a bottle on the sand and picked it up. > > Suddenly, a female genie rose from the bottle and with a smile said, "Master, may I grant you one wish?" > > Osama responded," You ignorant, unworthy daughter-of-a-dog! Don't you know who I am? I don't need any common woman giving me anything." > > The shocked genie said, "Please, I must grant you a wish or I will be returned to that bottle forever." > > Osama thought a moment, then grumbled about the impertinence of the woman and said, "Very well, I want to awaken with three American women in my bed in the morning. So just do it and be off with you. > > " The annoyed genie said, "So be it!" and disappeared. > > The next morning Bin Laden woke up in bed with Lorena Bobbitt, Tonya Harding, and Nancy Pelosi at his side. > > His penis was gone, his knees were broken, and he had no health insurance. > > God is good.
The Author Roast and Toast crew is hosting Kathleen O'Connor on Friday. Come to her party. The atmosphere is warm and compelling.
Make a comment and have some fun with this cyber party. Oliver will be making some of his specialties for our guests. And Kathleen is looking awfully good in her new outfit.
We each have a picture of what is Christmas in our heads. A lovely scene with lots of lights. One of the first things to enter my mind is, go home for Christmas.
Maybe a beautiful wreath?
A special tree that touches your heart. A toasty fireplace to warm your cold hands.
Maybe it's Santa Claus, or the Nativity. A bit of both?
Whatever it is. I wish you the best, Merry Christmas, no matter what!
Okay One Joke to make you laugh
A man was riding his Harley beside a Sydney beach when suddenly the >> sky clouded above his head and in a booming voice, The Lord said. >> 'Because you have TRIED to be faithful to me in all ways, I will >> grant you one wish.' >> The biker pulled over and said, 'Build a bridge to New Zealand so I >> can ride over anytime I want.' >> >> The Lord said; 'Your request is materialistic, think of the enormous >> challenges for that kind of undertaking, the supports required >> reaching the bottom of the Pacific and the concrete and steel it >> would take! It will nearly exhaust several natural resources. I can >> do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly >> things. Take a little more time and think of something that could >> possibly help mankind.' >> >> The biker thought hard about it for a long time. Finally, he said, >> >> 'Lord, I wish that I and all men could understand our wives. I want >> to know how she feels inside, what she's thinking when she gives me >> the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says >> nothing's wrong, and how I can make a woman truly happy'. >> >> The Lord replied; >> 'You want two lanes or four on that bridge?"
My father used to decorate the house when I was a kid, inside my mom was allowed to help, but outside was a historical event. Every year he added more and more to the decorations. We lived in Burlington, Vermont at this time. When he started to do this, the neighbors began to do it too. It was like a contest and the more decorations the better. He spent a fortune on it and it showed.
Every window had a candle and every window was decorated with the white spray snow. The closer to Christmas it got the more the men of the neighborhood scrambled. Especially when the city of Burlington held a contest for the best decorated yard. Alarms musta gone off, because all efforts doubled!
The winner won a hundred dollars, a lot at the time and the house would be featured in the Burlington Free Press.
Well my father won and we still have that picture framed in my mom's living room. For him it was worth the effort and it made the holidays just a bit more exciting. Decorations are just what you need to get into the mood and feeling.
My parents made Christmas so special. I used to think the magic was Christmas time, when my parents were the one's who really made it magic! Thanks mom and dad, for making Christmas so special for us.
Merry Christmas and may you have that special Christmas feeling!
I remember as a child how I felt on Christmas Eve. My mother was a pushover so if you wanted to know what she got you, you could usually get it out of her. The, what if I don't like it, always worked. In a family with six children the amount of presents surrounding the tree was
tremendous. My father would get the Christmas tree early, but never put it up until Christmas Eve. He put the lights on and most of the ornaments. It had to be perfect. One Christmas he covered the tree with tinsel, it looked like one huge lighted icicle. My preference always was no tinsel, because I wanted to lay under the tree and look up at all of the gilt and illumination above me, a mystical winter woodland, all in one single tree. I use to love the feeling of looking up from under the tree. It was so Christmas. I don't know if I could get off the floor these days. And Florida doesn't give that Christmas feeling, when you are used to being in Vermont. But this is how I like it to be.
The house in a snowstorm is a Christmasy sight. It give me that feeling. Tell me candles don't do it.
Looking out on a snowy scene just brings it all alive.
I miss sitting in front of a fire trying to warm my cold toes. There's nothing like it to enjoy your Christmas Eve.
It's a dream on a delicate snowflake. It's Christmas Eve memories.
I moved to Florida in 1980. I was born in Vt., but it's cold sooo long, I'll settle for scenic North Carolina.
I enjoy the change of seasons. Spring, summer, winter, and fall, all have such a unique flavor; here it's just too subtle.
I loved to ride horses more than anything.
My dog Junior is a character in my first book, and there will be more of my pets in my next book.
We moved a lot when I was young, from Canada to New York, and from Texas, to Florida. I met all kinds of people, and I find that the more rural it is, the more friendly people are.
I have been married for a long time. So long it's like he's my left hip. But I'll keep him, he can fix anything!
I have a beautiful secret garden, with everything from Plumeria, to Penta. There is nothing better than sitting out there with a good book and seeing the palms and ferns wave in the breezes, in winter, the real time to be here in Florida.
I have written and published my first book in a series that takes place on Lake Champlain in Vermont. My always home. The only thing like the Green Mountains are the Great Smokey's, and a little town called Bryson City, NC. My next home, hopefully!