It's not good-bye, but see you later!

Baby Toes and Fingers

So much has happened this week. We had a new addition to our family. I am an aunt again. Yay. passing out chocolate and champagne, sparkling cider for the teetotalers. And we moved. Finally! Old house is clean, have to unpack the new place. Wait, that’s not the even half of what happened this...er rather last week. We went to a funeral. The same day of our new arrival, we lost a dear member of our church.

She was eighty years old and every time she saw me, she let me know I was loved. Do you know how wonderful and special that is? Eighteen months ago this woman had no idea who I was, but she hugged my neck and said ‘I love you and thank God you’re here.’ And she leaves a beautiful legacy behind, children, grandchildren and a great-grandchild. All I know is I want to carry the same love she showed me forward. Let someone know how special they are, you don’t have to know the person. If you don’t feel comfortable with saying ‘I love you’ to a complete stranger just let them know they are special. Take a moment to buy the person behind you a cup of coffee or a breakfast sandwich. Pay for someone else’s dry-cleaning or assist that harried mom with her groceries. Yeah I know you might get some strange looks, but just give a little of yourself, I promise you won’t be disappointed.

One a lighter note. I signed or rather my alter ego sold my first erotic romance. ‘Breaking Delia’s Rules’ has found a home with Breathless Press. Whew! I’ve held onto that story for a good ten years and after many rejections decided to turn a 60K novel into an erotic short story. Can you believe the idea for the story was originally for a contest run by Arabesque Books waaaaaaay back in the day?

Well I can’t believe it either. I’m still waiting to hear from Wild Rose Press about my Santa story. And in the meantime I have a few other projects I’m working on, two erotics and another short. Goodness I still have to change POV on two other manuscripts. Keep watching and hopefully I will exceed my goal for the year. 

Life Part Two

Father Time

Well this is the week of the big move. We’ve got our boxes and bins. Don’t forget the flurry of last minute school activities, award ceremonies class field trips and recitals. This is the first time I can remember dreading the end of the year. My children are involved in entirely too many activities. I need a calendar to keep up with them as well as my husband. And when I’m not supporting them I have my own deadlines to meet.

If you’ve seen me at school functions I’m the one with the Mac furiously typing away. Only one time have I put away my computer because of total distraction-high school choir sang a song so hideous my MUSE ran away. I don’t recall the song...oh wait. I do. It was a medley of Negro spirituals and not the usual ones either. No more writing after that, my Muse took her ideas and left. I don’t blame her I wished I could have fled.

The open house was a blast! A HUGE shout out goes to Pure Pro Wrestling, Xavier Justice, Hades, Father Time, Grizzly House Jones, The Big Deal as well as many others who came and shared in Tim’s special day. Creal, my middle son’s band, totally rocked the house. I love to see young people doing something positive.

And in the midst of the celebration I was able to relax and enjoy the party. Yes I still had a deadline and a new challenge to tackle. Book in a Week. I know what was I thinking?

So far so good I’ve missed my writing goal only twice thus far. I’m hoping to exceed the 2500 word goal again. I’m almost done with the story, about a dancer who lusts after her partner even though she’s engaged to someone else.

Maybe once I’ve completed BIAW, I can tackle adding tabs to my blog. Now that’s a real challenge. :-)

Cover for Seducing His Wife

Imagine my surprise when I checked my email this morning and found the cover art for my book! I love what the artist did. Better than I expected! What do you think?

Life

So much is happening. Life is forging ahead and daring me to keep up. We’re in the process of moving. There is a beautiful flowering bush in the yard of the new place. It’s a peony, at least that’s what I’ve been told. (yes I’m a city girl) We're also going to put in a vegetable garden. I can't wait. Gardening of any kind has me curious and I'll have lots of help.

My oldest graduated this past week. I’m so proud of him. He has no baby mama, no warrants, and has never seen the inside of a jail cell. As a young black male that is an extraordinary feat. He’s never been drunk or high. I’m very proud of my son!