Butts Be Gone!

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.

A Never Ending Magic Carpet Ride.

(A bit of a re-blog from Aug, 2011 while I chill with Beau at hospital, trusting all will be well.)

Writing is a passion for me, one of my top five.

Writing a book and getting it published is a thrilling journey of discovery. Throughout this process I’ve learned more about myself than I had ever expected. I’ve gained new and greater understanding of who I am and who I want to be. Some of it has been new revelations, and some of it has been scary. Some of it has confirmed previously held beliefs while providing a peek in to my brain’s boudoir, (isn’t that fun?) and some of it has become new landscape where my soul can play. But always, the journey has been grand and thrilling.

When it comes to writing, romance, life or love; we can not avoid the challenges life presents us. We may try, but have you ever noticed how life’s challenges always wins that game of hide and seek.  Sometimes it may end badly or not go the way we planned, but that’s the thing about reality, it rarely goes the way we imagine it.  And often, that’s a good thing, because what shows up is so much more rich and challenging and interesting than our little selves could have ever imagined.

One novel published and another soon to be released – and I’m still very much an apprentice to this craft. Much like the sorcerer’s apprentice. And much like a little wand wielding woman, I’m trying to create magic from everyday life. It certainly has been a magic carpet ride, but that’s another fairy tale.

Believe it or not, my life is based on a true story.   How about yours?

Enjoy always, T

Mystery Writer, Guess again.

Last week we took a peek at a diary from a well-known fictional character. This week I found another diary entry from those ancient and dusty leather bound tomes that piqued my interest and I’d like to share it with you. Here’s another fairly easy, but hopefully fun game of Guess Who, Mystery Writer. 

Times are tough, dangit. I’ve been feeling down right mean and hungry lately and now those godawful village folks have it out for me. In a way, I guess I don’t blame them, but on the other hand, they seem to have no compassion for ME. No understanding for what it’s like being ME. All they see is the big, bad hairy guy with big teeth who went after their precious little girl. My stars, could she have been any more obvious. Maybe she should have just painted a target on her back instead of wearing that bright red hoodie. They don’t see the crap I have to live with day after day, enduring long cold winters and trying to avoid those blasted wood cutters. Food’s been scarce lately, so maybe she should have known better than to go tramping through the woods with a basketful of food for good old granny. What was she thinking? A forest full of wild animals and she goes around carrying fresh baked goodies. Like that’s not going to get my attention. Not too bright if you ask me. Bitch, she had it coming.

Now your turn. Tell me who the mystery writer is and win real brownie points. (Not the girl scout kind of brownie points, but actual brownies, like chocolate fudge brownies. Mmmm, yummy. Not sure what good they’ll do, other than make you think of fudge brownies, but always a nice win to have anyway!)

Enjoy always, T

Guess Who, mystery writer.

Recently, while searching through the plethora of books I have stashed throughout my house, I came upon a most interesting collection of rather old, one could even say ancient, diaries. I received these benign looking leather bound tomes years ago, too many years to recall, from one of those sweet old, loosy-goosy grandmother types who hordes everything that comes her way, believing someday, someone will see their true value. Usually her so-called treasures were all just fairly useless stuff, but this time… Well, this time, I think we may just have something here.

The following is an excerpt from one of the diaries. See if you can guess who the writer is before the author is revealed – – in the comments section.

Thank God, I’ve been swept off my feet the Love of my Life. Now I’m living the charmed life. He wondered how I had endured for so long. I wondered that myself sometimes. But I was too young to be anything other than innocent. When my father told me had brought me a new mother to replace the one I had lost, I believed him. When I suddenly had not one, but two sisters – whereas before I had none – I looked forward to the joy of having new playmates. When my father died before I even had a chance to know my new family, I was grateful that I wasn’t alone. With all this hoping and believing and gratitude, it was a long time before I was able to pull the mask off the illusion I had created and see that I was the only one doing all the dirty work.

That’s what happened to me. I wanted to believe they were somehow better than they really were, and I did for many years. Until I just couldn’t take it anymore. When mother stepmother said I couldn’t go to the ball and my sisters could, well that was simply the last straw. And sometimes a girl just has to do what a girl has to do. Thank God for fairy God-Mothers, lord know that mean old stepmother of mine was of no use.

Now your turn. Tell me who the mystery writer is and win real brownie points. (Not the girl scout kind of brownie points, but actual brownies, like chocolate fudge brownies. Mmmm, yummy. Not sure what good they’ll do, other than make you think of fudge brownies, but always a nice win to have anyway!)

Enjoy always, T

Alchemy of Intimacy.

I like to say I write paranormal, metaphysical, spiritual romance. So what the H* is; paranormal, metaphysical, spiritual romance? I think it can be anything I want it to be, but mostly I believe it’s about the Alchemy of Intimacy.

The dictionary definition of alchemy is; 1. a medieval chemical and speculative philosophy seeking to achieve the transmutation of base metals into gold – and the discovery of a means of indefinitely prolonging life, 2. any magical power or process of transmuting something common into something special.

I like the idea of speculative philosophy, at least I think so. I like the idea of changing something common into something special. I like the idea of having magical powers. Some of my favorite characters have magical powers.

I defiantly like the idea of transmuting romance into something special.

I believe romance writers use their creative powers to take every day love stories and transmute them into something special. They allow readers to believe they have reached across time and space to find a higher plain. Romance writers allow you to imagine everlasting love (HEA) and enjoy the journey along the way.

I also believe that some of the greatest risks are the risks not taken. Or, to put it another way, often the greatest risk is to take no risk at all. To play it safe and take no risks translates into dull, boring and a life not well lived, not fully experienced.

When we take risks we expand our experiences. I know what it feels like to sit in the comfort of my home and read an book about travel to Scotland, but how does it FEEL to actually take the necessary steps to board a plane and fly half-way across the world? What does it mean to land in a foreign country where people have a different culture, different food and drive on the other side of the road? It’s a risk, especially the driving part, but it’s also an experience rich with possibilities.

Take for instance the risk of falling in love. Now that’s a grand and glorious risk. It can contain the highest highs and the lowest lows. What else in our emotional experience presents as many opportunities for risk, success or failure?

I also believe that there are no bad romantic experiences and conversely, there are no good romantic experiences. Experiences just are. It’s our perception of them, and usually our expectations, that judges them to be bad or good. We expect romance to look and feel a certain way and when it falls short of our expectations, well that’s bad. When it fulfills our fantasies, I mean our expectations, it feels good – real good. Metaphysical, spiritual good.

I’m sure you could come up with a number of examples where the romantic risk you took, and the experience you had, was not at all what you expected.  But maybe, just maybe, what may have seemed bad at the time, become oh so good when viewed through the rear-view lens of time. Like whoa, glad I dodged that bullet. That’s the nice thing about time. Time lets us look back and enjoy.

And for you, my dear friend, I do hope you . . . Enjoy always, T