Since my last blog post, I’ve been a bit busy, and loving it. No more Big Fat Holiday Butts, except for the one sitting in this chair, But… let’s not go there.
I’ve been working on the back cover copy for my soon-to-be-released book, Away Over-Yonder. It’s going very well, with a little help from my friends – here’s a shout out to Carissa and Sherry, Love you Gals. I’ll be sharing the book description here with you all in the next few weeks, so stayed tuned. Very exciting.
This will be my third and final book of the my Ellers Family time-travel series: Here & Beyond.
I’ve also been working with my publisher on the cover art for the book. Here’s a shout out to Shari at Llumina Press who has to deal with a scatter brain like me, poor dear, she must be a saint. I want the covers of the three books in the series to have the same look and feel. There aren’t any people on my covers, only places to evoke time, place and feelings. The first book, Return In Time, has the silhouette of a castle at sunset – or is it sunrise? No it must be sunset, those vivid colors only seem to grace our skies when the light is leaving our sight. The second book, Somewhere To Belong, has a castle off in the distance – or is it a simple farm house? No, it’s a castle, but is it home? I hope it evokes the feeling that somewhere off in the distance is a place to belong.
Along with all this I’ve been working on a new book, I’m at about 10,000 words. It’s a good start and I’m excited about the story. The working title is Until We Meet Again. Titles, I have found, are subject to change. I have one book that’s gone through at least half a dozen working titles, and it’s still not out yet, so the title is still subject to change. At this point, I’m thinking; Dreaming In Moonlight. Feel free to tell me what you think.
Well, I think that’s about it. Back cover text, front cover art, new book, lots of fun. Yep, embrace the challenge and life is good.
Oh, before I forget (like I could). I got a sales report for last year for my first two books and I’ve sold over 2,000 copies. I am pleased. Thank you very much for playing in my delightful sandbox with me.
I hope and plan to get back to posting my ABCs of Romance. I’m up to letter H. I’m thinking Honorable Hank or Horny Harry, which shall it be? All so much fun.
Until we meet again… Cheers and Enjoy Always, T
We’re off to a grand start of 2013.
This past week end I attended the Scottish Highland Games at the Alameda fairgrounds in Pleasanton with my good friend, Tresa. Besides having the opportunity to see a lot of good looking men in kilts, I wanted to connect with the MacNicol Clan. I drew on the MacNicol clan for inspiration in my books, Return In Time, Somewhere to Belong and the soon to be released third book of the series, Away Over-Yonder.
Of course, in the interest of full disclosure, I think it’s only fair to mention that my characters in the From Time to Time series are all completely fictional. I make stuff up. But that really is me with Dale Nicoll of Clan MacNicol. I had a grand time as he told me all about the clan and their homeland on the Isle of Skye.
While I was visiting the Clan MacNicol booth, we were entertained by the Nicolson pipe and drum band. Sharp looking guys, don’t you agree?
What a treat. After hanging with Clan MacNicol for awhile, Tresa and I wandered around the fair grounds and eventually made our way over to the area with the Scottish highland guards. We met some very pleasant, sharp looking warrior, guards. They were very nice to tell us about the weapons used when the Scottish warriors went into battle. And they took the time to pose for some picture taking. Really nice guys.
We also met one of the guards, Michael. In my books, one of the brothers of my MacNicol clan is named Michael. Fairly impressive looking.
Michael with his son, Andrew. Like father, like son. Great guys doing a great job defending mighty Scotland. I felt pretty safe too.
A Scottish highland guard with his wife, Kim and daughter, Kaylyn. Very nice people, past and present.
I had a grand time. And now I have a lot of great stories to add to my collection. My only regret is that I have to wait another year before the Scottish games return and I can go back to visit with my new found friends. But I’m already looking forward to next September.
Enjoy now and enjoy always, T
The following was originally the opening scene for my second book, Somewhere To Belong. It was deleted in favor of moving quicker into what’s call the inciting event. I hope you’ll enjoy meeting Daniel and seeing another side of him.
Somewhere To Belong
Daniel had the distinct feeling he wasn’t where he belonged and knew it was time to leave. It wasn’t because he couldn’t afford the designer-clothes adorning many of the invited guests. He believed he looked perfectly acceptable in his classic dark blue jeans, white button-down shirt, and black blazer. He figured his rugged good looks more than compensated for any perceived fashion flaw. And it wasn’t because he didn’t enjoy the small talk that seemed to dominate most conversations. He was well versed on current events and could usually hold his own in any social discussion if it didn’t get too political. He gave himself credit for being intelligent, articulate and even charming, if he was so inclined. No, his fish-out-of-water feeling was hitched to being a good-ole, suburban cowboy surrounded by an urban fantasy. He felt out of place in the elegant uptown art gallery sitting high on a hill overlooking the lights of San Francisco.
The Nob Hill Art Gallery, with its stellar view of the city and the distant bay, was thoroughly modern, sleek and glossy. Shiny glass and silver surfaces throughout the remodeled building artfully reflected the spotlights directed at the large paintings of cityscapes hung along the silk-covered beige walls. Bountiful floral arrangements placed strategically throughout the gallery competed with the assortment of subtle and some not-so-subtle perfumes adorning the guests.
Daniel was there at the personal request of the artist, an old friend he knew from their days at SFSU, and while they no longer traveled in the same social circles their long standing friendship, coupled with Daniel’s good looks, qualified him as a suitable guest for Jonah’s opening night gala. The way Jonah saw it, being surrounded by beautiful people was a reflection of his good taste, and he knew it was good for business.
Making his way back toward the front doors, Daniel figured he had fully satisfied his social obligation to Jonah. He had walked throughout the art gallery viewing all of Jonah’s work, had the one drink minimum required to appear social, and had talked to one new woman with whom he had nothing more in common than that they both knew Jonah and worked in San Francisco. On the other hand, he had discovered their differences were quite lengthy. She lived in an art-deco condo in North Beach while he lived on a ranch in the East Bay. She was a hip fashion merchandiser and he was a suburban cowboy turned police officer. She drove a new, energy-efficient, royal-blue hybrid while he drove a classic, gas-loving, candy-apple red Ford Mustang. She was quite attractive if you liked the thin long-legged blond look, which most men did, but unfortunately he hadn’t found enough common ground to hold his interest.
After politely excusing himself from a conversation that was already losing its direction he made his way over to the artist to let him know he was leaving.
“Great show, Jonah, looks like another big success.” He clinked his beer bottle against Jonah’s wine glass.
“Thanks for coming. I noticed you talking to Meredith, how did it go?” Jonah cocked his finely-trimmed brow and nodded in her direction.
Daniel gave a shrug of his broad shoulders. “As far as it’s going to. She’s nice but…”
“Let me guess, not your type,” Jonah interrupted his friend, having heard it all before.
“Yeah, nothing new there. But you can’t say I didn’t try.” It was the same old song and dance, only the faces changed.
“That’s just it. You don’t even have to try. You easily have the best looking woman in the room talking to you and then you just go – nah, it’s not working for me and walk away. She would have gladly handed over her phone number, and probably offered you a peek into her panties, but you don’t even ask. See, to me, that’s not trying.” Jonah gave a shake of his head and continued. “I know there are only two reasons why women like Meredith come to my gallery openings, okay maybe three, but the first two aren’t to see me and my art. They’re here to see and be seen, and they’re here in hopes of meeting someone like you.”
Daniel shrugged off his friend’s commentary. “I’m sure she knows as well as I do it just wasn’t there. No use in pursuing a dead end.”
While they talked, Daniel noticed Jonah’s eyes scanning the room full of well-dressed attendees, watching the reactions of the opening night guests. It was just like Jonah to be always looking for the next well-funded patron of the arts, his arts in particular.
From across the spacious room Meredith raised her glass in a silent salute in their direction. Jonah raised his wine glass in return. Daniel just nodded and took a long draw of his beer. Meredith’s attention was clearly focused in their direction, and Daniel wasn’t gullible enough to believe it was Jonah or his large cityscape painting hanging on the wall behind them that was drawing her interest.
“From where I stand it looks like she wouldn’t be opposed to a little pursuing,” Jonah said, keeping his eyes on the crowd before him.
“Funny, to me it looks like she’s doing the pursuing.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“Who’s pursuing whom. Call me old fashioned but I like to take the lead,” Daniel said, turning to face his friend. Anything to avoid Meredith’s eyes trying to bore a hole through his jeans.
“This is the twenty-first century. Women like to be on top.” Jonah smirked.
“Then have at it buddy, she’s all yours.” Daniel gave a good-nature smack to Jonah’s shoulder.
“Yeah, right. If only I fit the tall, dark and mysteriously handsome type, instead of short, pale and artfully intellectual.” Jonah stretched upright to his full height just shy of six feet, but was still several inches shorter than the man standing next to him. Daniel’s tall, dark and handsome build included a six foot three inch athletic body topped by deep brown hair mixed with touches of auburn, and a year round tan resulting from a lifestyle that kept him outdoors more often than not. His hazel brown eyes were infused with dark green specks, causing them at times to appear to change color.
“Don’t try to sell yourself short to me. I know darn well you’re not sitting home alone waiting for the phone to ring,” Daniel shot back at his friend. He knew Jonah’s words contradicted his belief that his sunny California good looks of blond hair and blue eyes entitled him to a lifelong membership in the beautiful peoples club.
“Yes, well, thanks to the recent success of my latest round of showings, I’ve been enjoying the attentions of a number of attractive patrons of the arts, bedroom arts included.” Jonah’s smile was blatantly devious.
Daniel rolled his eyes with a shake of his head. He’d known Jonah too long to take him seriously.
“It’s not a bad run of popularity and currently I happen to be particularly enjoying the attentions of one very interesting young woman from the San Francisco Art Academy. It might be a bit too soon to tell, but the optimist in me believes the relationship looks quite promising. She specializes in illustrated photo art – among other things.” Jonah looked up at his friend as if expecting him to be impressed. For Daniel it was a lost cause. He’d seen Jonah work his way in and out of too many relationships over the years to get excited over yet another.
“That reminds me,” Jonah continued. “I think I saw Ciel arrive earlier. Perhaps I should seek out her reaction to the show while the impression is still fresh.” Jonah stood on his tip-toes to gain a few inches of height and continued to scan the room seeking out the woman of his interest. He reminded Daniel of a well-dressed bobble-head doll.
“By all means, I’m heading out anyway. Enjoy your evening, man, you deserve it,” Daniel offered his unnecessary encouragement.
“As always, and you enjoy yours.” Jonah gave a friendly farewell pat to Daniel’s shoulder then redirecting his gaze to the wine bar where a petite Japanese woman stood wearing an eclectic outfit. It appeared to be a combination of prep school uniform meets vintage yard sale, but on her it looked good. Ciel cast a sly come-hither glance at Jonah.
“Right, as always.” Daniel lifted his beer in a farewell salute. The sendoff went unnoticed by Jonah. He was already on his way to greet his Ciel.
Today is the summer solstice, the longest day of the year when we get a few more moments of daylight. The sun rises just a wee bit earlier and sets just a wee bit later. I love the sunshine, and I’m ready for the sun and heat of summer.
I like the idea of more. More daylight, more sun, more assurance that summer is finally here, and more time for romance. It’s all those things we associate with romance; long walks on the beach, moonlight strolls, candlelight, and lots of skin showing as the sweaters come off and the shorts go on. It’s all good.
I also love romance. I love reading about it, writing about it, and experiencing it. I LEA sharing my thoughts and writing with you.
Both of my novels, Return In Time and Somewhere To Belong, use the summer solstice as the magical day when my hero and heroine begin their magical journey through time. “Love, ’tis the strongest magic of them all.”
May you have a truly magical day.
Enjoy always, T
“Romance is the glamor which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze”
Join us Wednesday June 20, 2012 for Our One Year Anniversary Celebration,
“Creating Romance In Your Life
Author Tricia Linden
6:30pm (hosted light meal)
7:00pm enter the circle
Unity of Walnut Creek
1871 Geary Road Walnut Creek, CA 94597
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We are excited to announce that this month marks our one year anniversary. What better way to celebrate an anniversary than with the topic “Creating Romance In Your Life”.
Join us as we welcome Author and Unity member Tricia Linden as she walks us through some fun steps that take a new look at romance, what it is, and how can you create it your life. We will use visualization and story
plotting to gain insightful awareness of our own romantic lives.
Come prepared to write a new chapter in your love life and to HAVE FUN.
Having a partner is NOT a prerequisite.
Tricia is a member of the Unity Community and a dedicated student of
metaphysical spirituality. She has lived in five states, on two islands, and on
a farm. Her love of travel has taken her to over a dozen countries, including
Mexico, Canada, Hong Kong, Australia and too many countries in Europe to name.
Besides being an International Banker and the proud mother of two grown
children, she has written two romance novels and is working on the third of the
series. The first book, Return In Time, was released in June 2011 and the
second, Somewhere to Belong is due to be released in spring 2012. Tricia has
spent most of her adult life studying relationships and romance, often using her
own life as the classroom. She is an avid observer of life, love and the pursuit
of romance. After a lifetime of trial and error, she is living happily ever
after with her soul-mate in Northern California.