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.
December was a slow writing month for me.
It was full of great Big Fat Holiday Buts. .. Such as…
I was going to work on editing my third novel, Away Over Yonder, BUT I had to put up the Christmas tree and then I had way too much Christmas shopping to do.
I was going to find the perfect cover photo for my book, Away Over Yonder, BUT I got side tracked looking at all the pretty Christmas decorations and doing on-line shopping.
I was going to keep writing on my current WIP, BUT I had more Christmas packages to wrap.
I was going to write another blog post, BUT I had to attend another holiday party.
Well, I think you get the idea. I’ve been sitting on a whole lot of BIG FAT HOLIDAY BUTS.
However, since the end of the Christmas season is finally upon us, I’ve started writing on my WIP again and have written over 5k words. I’m also scheduled to go over my edits early next week and – well – I’ve written this blog post. At least it’s a start.
So – Happy New Year and Cheers to 2013.
I’m very close to being done with the 2012 holiday season. I just have one more holiday related party and then I will take down my tree. Hopefully, I’ll soon be back to some semblance of a normal writing life. (Normal writing life? Does that even make sense?)
Keep smiling and Enjoy Always, T
I’ve recently sent off my manuscript for Moonlight Dreams to an editor I like and admire. I’m hoping it will be well received. Hell, I’m hoping she loves it so much she wants to pee her pants.
But then, I took another look at it, again, and I’ve found ten (or twenty!) errors. You know, little things like misspelled words, typos and such, and I think Crap, Crap, Crap, why did I do that?
And then I sit back, take a deep breath – to keep for throwing up – and remind myself that what’s done is done. And it all okay. God still loves me, even if no one else does, TYG.
If the editor likes the story enough, she’ll want to work with me. If she doesn’t (like the story) the lack of those ten (or twenty) typos isn’t going to change her mind. At least I hope not.
I mean, really, if the likeability of my story rests on the absence of any and all typos, I’m toast, or perhaps moldy old Swiss cheese, turning green and full of holes. Woe unto me.
But! If she really likes my story, and can get past my tendency to make a few mistakes, (God bless my human soul) then we’re golden. Every day I get up and try to do my best. Some days are way better than others. Some are like sucking lard through a straw. Some days I shine. And every day is another chance to try and do my best. Not Mark Twain’s best, or Suzanne Brockmann’s, or Monica McCarthy’s, or so&so XXX’s best, [fill in blank with your favorite and bestest author]. I can only do my best.
And if I love myself and the world around me – the world will love me back. So here’s to loving me and loving you. Cheers and Enjoy always, T
I’ve been away on vacation and it was grand. I traveled to Southern California to see my family and friends and went to the Romance Writers (RWA) national conference. All of it was grand.
I spent a lot of years living in So Calif, from the time I was in high school to about 13 years ago. Wow, have I really lived in the SF Bay area that long! My how time does fly.
Going back to the LA area was a harsh reminder of the traffic and freeways. I arranged to meet my son at the Orange County fair and it took me nearly an hour to get from Anaheim to the parking lot at the fairgrounds. Crawling would have been faster as all those cars inched along trying to get to the same place at the same time. I finally had to park outside of the fair, it was just too darn crowed.
But once inside with my son and his girl friend I had a grand time. We ate all the bad foods, drank beer, and went on the Ferris wheel, my one BIG ride for the night. We watched some folks getting tossed around on one of the more outlandish rides and I figured that wasn’t for me. Didn’t want to risk losing all that greasy fair food I’d eaten!! Not fun.
I also attended the RWA conference and had another grand time. So many wonderful, talented writers gathered together to discuss their craft and love of the written word. I pitched a book I’ve finished, I call it my fairytale, Moonlight Dreams. I think it went well and I’ll be sending the MS out to an agent and editor. I hope they like it, but honestly, I had such a grand time writing it, I’ve got to believe it will do well.
Life is grand and any time I can get out on the road to travel is destined to be a good time. Friends, family, good food and a beer at the fair. Who could ask for anything more?
Love you all, 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.