Monday, August 29, 2016

Then and Now

It's the last Monday in August. The whole month has dissolved into a blur of activity. It was wonderful! I'm not ready for September and the responsibility that comes with it. I mean I get why January 1st is the first official day of the year...but September always feels like a beginning to me. It's about getting back into routine and setting goals and the advent of pumpkin spiced everything.

I do love pumpkin.

Right now I'm sipping my morning tea and munching on toast topped with hummus, avocado and tomato and pondering what I should do first this morning. Then I went on Facebook.

I should have a list. I have good intentions. There's a pen and pad handy. When I'm really in the groove I'm bullet journaling. I wish I was one of those uber organized people. My father-in-law makes a list every morning.
I haven't written one single word or edited one single sentence in August. My office is empty. I'm testing the paint colours on the walls today. I've ordered a new desk and this week I'm going out to check out a buffet that once belonged to my grandmother. It will make a great addition to my office once it's painted. New curtains and new storage organizer for the closet and the transition will be complete. 

Over the years my office has really become the catch-all room. Full of things I didn't know how to let go off. It was full of cast-off school supplies, craft supplies my kids had used. Projects they had made with eager fingers. Pictures on the wall and in frames of when they were little. 

Trouble is they aren't little anymore. We're getting ready to celebrate my daughter's twentieth birthday tomorrow. My son got engaged to be married a couple of weeks ago. It is past time to keep a couple little reminders and let the rest of the stuff go. To fill it with things that represent where my family is now. 

Also last week I realized my heroine and I are kind of in the same boat. There are things she needs to let go of in order to move on. And now that I've made the connection that should have been obvious, I'll be able to write the end.

Have a wonderful Monday, Killer Chicks! What's on your agenda for today?


Friday, August 26, 2016

Freebie Friday

Hello Killer Friends!

Looking for something killery to read this weekend?  Stocking up for things to read over Labor Day weekend?  Want a free book?

Fertile Ground is free today thru Sunday.  (It's also on Kindle Unlimited, so it's always free for those subscribers.)  After that, it'll be back to its usual low-low price of $2.99.


No consent required.
Adam Wyte has been nothing special his entire life, but everyone will remember him once his mission is complete. His diabolical plan to sow his seed and reap sons is so far along, no one can stop him now. And his carefully chosen list of women will help him—whether they want to or not.

Justice is essential.
With the shadow of Jace Douglas’ success hanging over her, Agent Teri Buchanan transferred away from the S.C.I.U. headquarters intent on proving she’s as good as the next woman. And if moving to the Detroit branch also lets her bury the memories of her own attack, even better. When her first assignment means hunting down a serial rapist turned killer, she can’t let her fears interfere with her job. Even if she ends up confronting a need to carry out more justice than she ever received.


If you read it and like it and want to help a gal out, leave a review on Amazon.  Thanks bunches.

Monday, August 22, 2016

Weekend Inspiration

We went camping this weekend. We slept in a tent. It was fun. But cold in the evening. Like down to single digits the first night (in Celsius temperatures, that is). I wore my coat to bed. That was a first for me.


But the rest of the time it was lovely! I got my exercise by walking down to the main gate to get cellphone reception as pelicans flew overhead. 

Going camping never fails to inspire me. There is something about having to get up in the dead of night and walk to the bathroom alone that inspires this romantic suspense writers creative juices.  My night excursions this time weren't so bad as the well lit shower facility was only meters away and it was a full moon. But on our last camping weekend, my middle of the night bathroom trek required a flashlight. The much smaller bathroom was several meters down a winding road. Full disclosure, I could get lost in a round room. I have absolutely no sense of direction. None. I can get turned around in a nanosecond. And it was pitch dark. I'm talking black, black, black. But I made it back. And I only almost walked into someone else's campsite once. 

But there's something about walking to the bathroom in the dark that makes you wonder just who these people sleeping around you are? But at the same time makes me feel like I'm living a little bit off the grid. The possibilities are endless.  Oh, the stories that come to mind...

Some day I'll write a book. 

Meanwhile, here's a clip from one of my favourite shows, Mantracker. There's a new tracker but this guy is still my favourite! 


Happy Monday to you all! What did you do this weekend?

Friday, August 19, 2016

Something Lighter

I got a little heavy last week, so let's try for something lighter.

What's your favorite color?

What's your favorite pizza toppings?

What kind of car do you drive?

What's your oldest piece of clothing?

Do you play board games?  Which is your favorite?

Cat person, dog person, or animal person?

Here are my answers:

Hunter green
Pepperoni and mushrooms
Chevy Cavalier
I have a pair of black boots I bought in 1991.
I used to play board games a lot, but not anymore.  My favorite was Scrabble.
I'm sort of an all animals person.  We only have a cat right now, but if I had the money and the time, we'd be overrun with critters here.

Monday, August 15, 2016

A Writing Sabbatical

I'm on a writing sabbatical until the end of August. Everyone needs to recharge, right? I was very much feeling the need for a break. I think I've come to a crossroads, of sorts, with my writing. I have needed to take some time to figure out my long range goals and how I'm going to move forward. I'm happy to say that I've made progress.


I don't know about the more sleep part...but I've drank my fair share of tea - and other beverages not mentioned -  and I just finished a great book. My first Sandra Brown novel, Friction. I really enjoyed the story and the writing. And now I get to go back and read some of her previous work! 

Sunsets!


Creating calm counts, right? Long walks - check! I'm training to walk a half-marathon in September. 20.1 kilometres. I'm totally freaked out. My sister and nephews have been here for two weeks so plenty of laughter and hugs. I indulge in dreaming on a regular basis so I've got that part covered. Our kids are coming camping with us next weekend which means a road trip which means fun. But again, no sleep.

Always LOVE. 


But I'll be hard at work by the beginning of September, once the long weekend has passed and summer begins to wind down. But in the next couple of weeks my office will undergo a metamorphosis.

Fresh paint on the walls.

New desk.

Renewed spirit.


Which is true for me but not necessarily true for everyone. Some people thrive whilst surrounded by what seems like chaos to me but makes perfect sense to them. I'll take before and after pictures so I can post the results. I'm so excited!

How about you? Have you taken a break from anything lately?

Friday, August 12, 2016

PTRD - Post Traumatic Relationship Disorder

If it ain't a real thing, it should be.  Seriously.  Bad relationships abound and, if we're lucky, they end.  The aftereffects of them, though, can last for years beyond the final goodbye.  (Setting aside those that won't accept goodbye as final, and who may perhaps stalk you afterwards.)

These bad relationships effect the way we handle new relationships.  Hell, they can ruin a burgeoning good relationship.  This, my friends, is caused by Post Traumatic Relationship Disorder. 

Let's say you have an ex-person who constantly turned everything you said against you.  You step into a new relationship on edge, waiting for something you said to become fodder. 

Let's say instead that you were with someone who constantly lied to you.  Now, you doubt everything a potential new mate says. 

Or what about the ex who stole from you?  It kind of makes you watch every move your next love makes - you know, just in case.

These new mates haven't done a damn thing wrong, but they get painted with the brush dipped into our experiences. 

Hubs referred to all this as boxes in our warehouse.  We opened some of them up and shared them when we were courting.  Then we closed them back up, sealed them, and shoved them back in there.  They're out of sight, but, for me, they're never really out of mind.  It's been twelve years and I can still hear the voices of relationships long dead whispering things in my head when I'm not guarding against them.

So, what do you do?  I'm not exactly sure.  I try to ignore the memories as best I can.  Being in a good relationship for a long time helps.  And when the demons crawl under my skin, I try to remind myself that those old experiences are not applicable to anything now. 

Hang in there, folks. It does get better.  And, remember, you can always kill them in your writing - even if you only write it for yourself to read.  That helps, too.  ;o)

Monday, August 8, 2016

Good Company and A MasterClass

I'm in the middle of having company for two whole weeks and I'm loving having my sister and nephews here. But it means I kind of forgot to plan a blog for last Monday...

Oops.

Also, I'm taking Aaron Sorkin's MasterClass, which is a fancy term for webinar series, on writing dialogue.

"You can't handle the truth!"
A Few Good Men


I love writing dialogue, but I imagine most writers do. 

Aaron Sorkin - The West Wing, The Newsroom, A Few Good Men, The American President, Steve Jobs, and The Social Network, is known for his wonderful dialogue. I love hearing about anyone's creative process, their philosophies, their routine. And I'm finding I could sit and listen to Sorkin talk anything. I might have a tiny crush blooming. 


The American President


I love this movie. Of course, I do! But one of my all time fav movie scenes is the dinner scene from Notting Hill. The one in which they compete for the final brownie and the one with the saddest story gets the treat? Love it. 

What about you? What's a favourite movie scene of yours?