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Wednesday, November 11, 2020

#30 Days of Gratitude - Day 16: Fond Memories

Lunch with Mom. Gram taking me to a Cardinal's baseball game. Our wedding. The birth of our children. Picnics in my folks' backyard. Baseball games with my uncles. Trips with my girlfriends and sister. Tigers' baseball games with my sibs. Vacations with our kids.

So many wonderful memories.

Now, I'm creating memories for my grandchildren. Making up stories. Reading to them. Hugs. Playing dress up. Snuggles. Attending recitals, sports games, school special events, Girl & Boy Scout award ceremonies.

I'm grateful for my memories. More importantly, I'm grateful that Hubs and I can make memories for our grandkids. 

Tuesday, October 27, 2020

#30 Days of Gratitude - Day One: Family

 I'm happy to join Tara Tyler in her/our Countdown to Thanksgiving with 30 Days of Gratitude. With all that's gone on this year, in our country as well as in our home, I need to focus on being grateful.

My husband, my partner, my love has gone through a lot of medical issues this year. I'm so grateful he is still here and that he's recovering well. 

Our children have been so supportive with all that's gone on with their dad. We now live close to each other--for the first time since they graduated college--over twenty years ago. So grateful we & they can easily drop in to visit.

Our grandchildren bring so much joy into our lives. Little kid giggles, big kid jokes, sports, recitals, and Boy & Girl Scout advances. As the saying goes, if I'd known grandchildren were so much fun, I would've had them first. They are our reward for raising their parents well.

I can't tell you how much I love my family and am so grateful for them.



In the comments, please tell me about your family.


Here's info about the #30 Days of Gratitude.

Join in the fun! Here's the Form: 30 Days of Gratitude 2020 Blog Hop

Stop by others participating... Elizabeth Seckman & Tara Tyler


  

Monday, November 20, 2017

Happy Thanksgiving


It's appropriate this week to remember we have much to be thankful for. And not just on Thursday as we in the U.S. celebrate Thanksgiving. Making a list (and checking more than twice) is helpful. I know once I hit "publish" to put this on my blog, I'll think of something or someone to add.

I am so thankful for many things, mostly people.

My wonderful husband to whom I've been married for forty-five years this Thanksgiving Day. He's so patient and caring, a terrific husband and a wonderful father. 

My daughter who is a wonderful mother herself. She takes on so many responsibilities and handles all effortlessly (or lets us think it's effortless).

My son who is a great daddy. His eyes light up when his daughter runs to him, and he hasn't stopped smiling when holding his newborn twins. He's caring and loving, attitributes he learned from his dad.

My son-in-law who is as patient with my daughter as my husband is with me. His love for his children shows in all he does.

My daughter-in-law who has become a great friend. She's a caring and protective mother.

My grandkiddies, five delightful children. Their smiles light up my day and their giggles are contagious.

My siblings and their spouses who are always supportive, caring, and loving.

My friends, who are patient and supportive.

My home, shelter, an oasis of calm in a crazy world.

My faith, shaky at times, solid at others. Knowing our God is forgiving and loving bolsters me in times of need.

My parents, now enjoying their final rewards, who taught me strong values, responsibility, and how to work hard to succeed.

My career as a writer and my lovely readers, especially those who tell me they enjoy my stories.

Music, books, movies, the arts, without which my life would be boring.

What are you thankful for?

I hope you and your family enjoy Thanksgiving. Safe travels, all.


Monday, November 6, 2017

Cuddling

November is here with all its gray skies and gloomy weather. We’ll be treated to a tease of sunshine, then the nastiness will start up again.

That aside, I’m still doing the happy dance (did you feel the thudding?) over the additions to our family. If you followed my link to TheRoses of Prose last Monday, then you know the twins came a week ago Saturday. Four weeks early, yet one weighed in at a whopping eight pounds and the other almost six. As a commenter pointed out, that was a lot of baby (almost 14 pounds) to carry. No wonder Daughter-in-law was so uncomfortable.

At first the babies were fine. Then the larger one developed what the doctors thought was a bowel problem. They rushed him to the children’s hospital about an hour away. Although not pooping could’ve been the sign of a more serious problem/disease, the multitude of tests assured us it wasn’t. In fact, once he was there he did what was necessary. Amazing how we all cheered over pooping. LOL

A large problem then set in. Two babies, an hour apart. Son went to the children’s hospital while DIL had to stay here at our local hospital with the smaller one. Her boys were too far apart. The hospitals had two different rules about who can hold the babies. Our local hospital would only let the parents, while the children’s hospital was more lenient. That meant Hubs and I got to hold the bigger boy but not his brother. Still, I had the privilege of giving him his first bottle. On Halloween. Plus, he opened his beautiful eyes and looked at me. I’m such a sucker for big eyes. ðŸ˜Š

Once DIL was released from the hospital, she could visit the bigger boy. But it meant someone had to take her because she wasn’t allowed to drive yet. Between Son and us, we got her there and back for the smaller baby. Again because of their more relaxed rules, Toddler Girl got to hold her brother at the children’s hospital. DIL recorded her reaction over “examining” the baby. So precious. She pulled away his blanket to see his toes. “What’s that?” she asked about so many things, from the monitor on his foot to his tiny diaper and navel.

On Friday, the most amazing thing happened. The bigger boy was transported back to our local hospital. The twins were together again.

We don’t know what goes on in the minds of infants. After being together in the womb for eight months, did they realize they were separated? My imagination says yes. When DIL held them together the day after birth, their tiny hands touched. Five days later, when reunited and again held against Mom’s chest, their fingers touched again. I have to think they knew they were together again.

Babies fascinate me. When I was growing up, there was always a baby in the house. Or so it seemed. I’m the oldest of seven. My youngest brother was born when I was fifteen. Even as a youngster myself, I helped Mom. Rocking the bassinet or holding a bottle. I graduated to changing diapers, the cloth kind back then. I learned early on how to hold a baby, how to feed him/her a bottle, how to burp afterward.

You’d think after so much responsibility at a young age I wouldn’t want children. Not so. I couldn’t wait until my own were born. I also couldn’t wait until they were old enough to talk and walk. Consequently, I didn’t appreciate the value of cuddling an infant. I’ve been making up for that for the past ten years. When cuddling a baby, all else disappears. Worries, frustrations, everyday stuff. I relax and enjoy the “now” with that tiny body against mine.

I can’t wait until those boys come home so I can get more cuddling in.



Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Release Day: Evil Speaks Softly by Maureen L. Bonatch @mbonatch

                           
Evil Speaks Softly
The Nightwalkers Series, Volume 1
Maureen L. Bonatch

A paranormal romance from The Wild Rose Press
Release Date: October 11, 2017
Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor, DCA Graphics

Tagline: Everyone has a story to tell. Even the dead.

Blurb:
They were never supposed to meet. Fame came easy for Liv by following in the footsteps of the female writers in her family. The cycle repeated for decades…until Liv changed the story. Her villain doesn’t like the revision—and he isn’t a fictional character. In his story, the bad guy always wins.
They were never supposed to find love. Liv never questioned her demanding nocturnal muse, or the strange incidents in her old, family home until she met Gage. His job was to watch her from afar, not reveal the truth about the curse and the stories of the dead. They’ve broken all the rules. Together they unravel secrets as they strive to stop the cycle. Liv’s ability to find love, and protect her loved ones, hangs on the fickle whims of the dead—and they’ve got nothing to lose.

Evil Speaks Softly
Maureen L. Bonatch




Rating: Sensual (PG-PG13)

Page Count: 312
Word Count:  82982 
Digital Price: 5.99
Print Price (if applicable): 16.99
ISBN(s):
978-1-5092-1708-3 Paperback 
978-1-5092-1709-0 Digital 

Excerpt
“I met this strange man at the bar last night. He told me some really weird
stuff.”
            I paused. When she remained silent, I continued. “He said it was related to my writing.” She watched me with the fascination of one who desperately wanted to look away but couldn’t. As if a deer blinded to the oncoming headlights, she was fixated, trapped. “He said to talk to you.”
I searched her face. I knew my Grams. When resignation settled on her features a knot clenched in my stomach from either fear, or the excitement of validating Gage didn’t fabricate the story. Perhaps he wasn’t crazy.
            Grams slowly closed her eyes and opened them again. “He found you?”
            I nodded.
             She turned to stare out the frosted window where the birdfeeder sat frozen over from the recent snow. “I can’t believe he took that risk. Watchers are never to approach the Recorders. It could totally upset the balance.” She worried her lower lip between her teeth.
             When she used the same terms as Gage, my anxiety elevated. I expected her to deny his claims and then we’d laugh about the incident. “Grams, please tell me. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I took a deep breath. “Some weird things happened last night. Occasionally I notice unusual things, but it’s an old house and I have an active imagination, but this time it scared me.”


About the Author:
Maureen Bonatch dreamt of becoming a Solid Gold Dancer. When the show ended, she continued dancing in her living room but pursued other dreams. Surviving twins gave her the confidence to learn to belly dance, declare herself a tequila connoisseur, and act as biker babe to her alpha hubby. These adventures, her vivid imagination, and a love of sarcasm help her craft stories full of fun, magic and mayhem.

Maureen lives in small town Pennsylvania and her love of the four seasons —biking, sweat pants, hockey and hibernation—keep her there. While immersed in paranormal romance and fantasy, she survives on caffeine, wine, music and laughter. A feisty Shih Tzu keeps her in line. She enjoys reading & writing—of course! Also bicycling, being a backseat motorcycle babe, watching movies, hockey, wine tasting (usually in her living room where she still dances) and laughing.

Discomforting Thoughts About the Author & Evil Speaks Softly:
·         As a writer who 'writes by the seat of her pants' Maureen’s relentless characters can be demanding in wanting their story told and often have their own agenda. They just aren’t ruthless spirits and there’s no ancient curse…that she’s aware of.
·         The herniated disc Maureen suffered from while writing this story may have leaked a little extra darkness into the tale.
·         Maureen’s first house had a restless spirit.
·         Twins run in Maureen’s family—just no feisty triplets.
·         Maureen has no knowledge of wrestling but she did watch some WWF back in the day for entertainment.
·         Maureen believes she has had sleep paralysis in the past.
·         Nighttime spirits don’t terrify Maureen much since she’s up at the crack of dawn and can barely stay awake after 9:30 p.m.
                                          


Contact Info: mbonatch@yahoo.com


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Monday, September 18, 2017

I'm Back



It's been way too long since my last Monday Morning Musing post. If you've followed any of my posts on other blogs (Paranormal Romantics and The Roses of Prose) you know my summer was chaos. Our no-longer-in-Arizona family, Son, DIL, Toddler Girl, and their two dogs--Big (Lab) and Bigger (Great Dane) lived with us for two months while they searched for a house nearby. Happily, we all survived and are still friends. LOL What a wonderful bonding, esp. with Toddler Girl.

Knowing that our routine would be non-existent, I decided I wouldn't stress out over not writing, that included this weekly blog. I just enjoyed each day. They now have a house (about 2 miles from us). We all have our own space again. Although Son and DIL had jobs to go to each day, our house isn't large. In fact, it's just right for two people. But . . .

The best part was getting to know our daughter-in-law better. I am so blessed. Smart Son for marrying her. The time with Toddler Girl was marvelous. Watching her vocabulary grow and her imagination develop made me so proud. Signs of the "terrible two's" began near the end of their stay. Thank Goodness. LOL She's still such a sweetie. The older grandkids had a great time with her. I wasn't surprised at how the oldest (10) enjoyed playing with her cousin. The surprise came when I saw how nurturing the 7.5 year old was. I thought he would (sort of) ignore her since she's a girl. He didn't. He helped her make a spaceship out of a box, helped her decorate it, and together they "zoomed" into outer space. As for Toddler Girl, she is madly in love with her cousins.

Now that everyone is settled (sort of) in their respective homes, school has started, and so have routines. I'm back to writing in the mornings. Before summer began, I was writing a novella that takes place in Far Haven (the fictional resort town on Lake Michigan, home of Alex O'Hara, PI). I was a little over a third into the story. Now I have the last big scene to write and the ending. Then it's editing, revising, and proofing before it goes to my freelance editor. I hope to have From Jailbirds to Wedding Bells available in November.

Along with keeping stress out of my life by not writing this blog, I also didn't plan to write much during the family stay. Then one of the authors who's part of the group newsletter I participate in thought of a great idea. (She thought it was great. LOL) We'd all submit a short story for an anthology that we'd give away to new subscribers to our newsletter, because we all have a short story or two laying around. Right? Not me. And I had to write it in a month. Yikes! I took another character from Far Haven and wrote a short mystery. As soon as it's available, I'll let you know.


I lined up a few book festivals to participate in. They are listed on my website. This Saturday (Sept. 23) I'll be at the Alpena (MI) Book Festival. I did this all-day event last year and had a wonderful time. If you're in the area, please stop by and say hi.

This Wednesday, I'll begin a new venture as a contributor to an online magazine, Pandora's Box Gazette. My column on Family Life will appear on the 3rd Wednesday of each month.

Busy, busy, busy. I'm having a great time writing and more fun talking (either in person or online) with so many terrific people.

How was your summer?


Wednesday, September 6, 2017

#IWSG: Back to Normal


It's the 1st Wednesday. Happy Insecure Writers Support Group Day. IWSG is the brainchild Ninja Captain Alex J. Cavanaugh.

Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!
Thanks, Alex, for starting this group and keeping it going. And thanks to this month's awesome hosts:  Tyrean Martinson, Tara Tyler, Raimey Gallant, and Beverly Stowe McClure!

Back to Normal

Back to school time? Home Alone? Are we back to normal? Hah! After two months of sharing our home with Son, Daughter-in-Law, Toddler Girl, a Great Dane, and a yellow Lab, our house is ours alone again. The summer flew as I discovered chasing after a two-year-old exhausts me. Don’t get me wrong. I loved every minute of their extended visit. Okay, maybe not the barking or whining. And maybe not Toddler Girl exhibiting the definition of “Terrible Twos.” Watching TG’s vocabulary increase and her sentences grow longer has been a real treat. Best of all were the hugs and kisses at night and the cuddles as we watched “Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood” and Finding Dory. I was amazed at her attention span. We only had to take two breaks.

The downside. They moved into their new home. It took them all of last week to get their place ready so they could leave ours. I’m sure I’ll keep finding items left behind, besides a lot of dog hair. The upside is their new home is only two miles away. So now all of my family is close by. Daughter and her family are twenty minutes away. The grandkiddies can visit often, and we can visit them.

Now I have no excuse not to write. Rather than stress out over the upset routine for the summer, I accepted the fact that I wouldn’t write much. I kept up with my blogging obligations (except my Monday Morning Musing) and considered that good. Then the leader of a group newsletter I participate with thought up a “wonderful” promo to increase our readership—an anthology of short stories that we’d offer free. Surely, we all have short stories lying around. Wrong. I don’t write short. My stories run 80-100k words. And don’t call me Shirley. (I couldn’t resist.) I had one story that was about 3,000 words. Not long enough. So last month I had to write a 15k short story, in my spare time between babysitting TG. Hahaha. Mornings (my best time to write) were spent keeping her out of trouble, playing, reading, etc. By the time she went down for a nap, I followed the advice given to new mothers—when Baby sleeps, you sleep. I took naps almost every day.

I surprised myself by finishing a 14k word short story on August 31st. I even polished up the 3k Christmas story and added that to the anthology. Goals are great. Peer pressure works better. LOL We have a cover and the book will go up on Instafreebie shortly. What a deal. A free book just for signing up for our newsletter.

Besides amazing myself that I could write 14,000 words in 31 days, I discovered I could write during chaos. It’s always fun to learn something new about the writing process. Shutting out our surroundings, concentrating on what’s in our imagination, and putting what’s there on paper or a computer screen is an accomplishment. Some people use noise-canceling headphones. Or listen to music to drown out the noise of everyday life. Whatever works. I also learned to write during my least optimal time—evening.

The optional question this month is Have you ever surprised yourself with your writing?

I’ve already answered most of the question. My most memorable surprise was while writing Switched Resolution (book 3 of my Switched series). As I wrote a reunion scene, I cried. When I reread it as part of the final proofread, I got choked up. While reading the story again (months later) before submitting it for the print edition, I cried again. That I could elicit that kind of emotion from myself amazed me. I hope the readers experienced that, too.

I hope you have a great September. That you meet your goals. See you back here in October.

Speaking of anthologies . . . Do you know about the IWSG anthology contest?


The next anthology contest is here! All details are posted at the IWSG website!

Click here to find others on the Insecure Writers Support Group Blog Hop. Or go to IWSG on Facebook to see who’s blogging today. 


Thursday, August 3, 2017

Guest @PatriciaKiyono and The Road to Escape

My guest today is long-time friend and frequent carpooler, Patricia Kiyono. Patty writes delightful, heartwarming stories. She's here to tell us about being part of a multi-author project. I finished this book late last night. My review is at the end.


The Road to Escape by Patricia Kiyono
Book One in The Escape Reunion Series, a multi-author project


Sometimes it takes a village… to write a book!

Writing is often described as a lonely profession. An author spends a lot of time working alone, other than the characters in his or her mind. But I’ve found that the end result is much better when other eyes, ears, and minds are part of the project.

In the case of The Road to Escape, I presented the idea of a patriarch who’s been estranged from his children. He receives a medical diagnosis that causes him swallow his pride and invite the children all home for a reunion. I suggested that I could write the patriarch’s story and asked if anyone would be willing to write stories for his children. Several other authors in my publishing house liked the idea, and came on board. Together, we brainstormed online and came up with names, locations, professions, and conflicts between their characters and their father.

But the collaborations didn’t end there. As we began writing, we knew we had to include scenes or memories of the other characters, so we shared bits and pieces with each other to be sure our visions of the characters matched what others thought. Thank goodness for emails, texts, and Facebook Messenger!

Face-to-face brainstorming sessions really helped. My brainstorming buddies from MMRWA were helpful in helping me work out how I could make different scenarios work. Sometimes I just needed ideas, and wherever a group of creative people gathers, ideas abound. My daughter and niece always provide valuable feedback on how younger characters would look, speak, and react in various situations. My character has a teenage granddaughter who comes to stay with him, so I needed ideas on how she would be dressed, so I asked them, as well as my own granddaughters.

Last, but not least, I enlisted the help of people in the professions of my characters. Tom Cooper is a part-time attorney who owns and runs an alpaca farm. Laurie Matthews is a former nurse who runs a diner. I met and/or chatted with people in all those professions to make sure my descriptions of the things Tom and Laurie did were realistic and accurate.

 So while the actual writing is done alone, it takes a wide circle of contributors to make a book come to life.

Author Bio:
Patricia Kiyono was born in Japan and raised in southwest Michigan, where she lives with her very tolerant husband, near their five children, nine grandchildren, and two great-grandchildren. Her first career was teaching, which she still does part-time at a local university. In addition to writing, she likes to sew and scrapbook. She also loves to travel, always on the lookout for special locations and historical details for her books.

Patricia Kiyono can be found on Amazon and at her  website, blogFacebookTwitterInstagramGoogle+Pinterest


Blurb:
Tom Cooper left his high-pressure law practice in Indianapolis for life on an alpaca farm in the tiny northwest Indiana town of Escape. Though he continued to practice law, the farm provided a good life for him, his wife, and their four children. But when his wife died, grief consumed him and the children all left. He’s resigned to doing things alone, but a disturbing medical diagnosis could change things.

Laurie Matthews left her nursing job in shame. The town of Escape has welcomed her, and she now owns the local diner. She’s attracted to the handsome widower who comes in for coffee and a hot meal, but keeps her distance, because everyone she’s ever loved has died – her grandparents, her parents, her husband, and one other.

A romantic relationship isn’t on the agenda for either of them, but when the diner falls on hard times, Tom steps in to help, paving the way for them both to escape the loneliness in their lives.

Excerpt:
He was no stranger to big city fashion, but the girl standing in his doorway was unlike anyone he’d ever seen in Indy or Chicago — or any other place. From her unkempt multi-colored hair down to the tips of her worn sneakers she oozed rebellion. What was she doing here so far away from a city? His gaze went back up to her face and he prepared to ask if she was lost, but her first words shocked the thought from his mind.

“So. You must be Gramps.”

His mouth hung open and she shifted a bit. But the uncertainty disappeared under a mask of bravado. 

“You gonna make me stand out here? It’s not all that warm, you know.”

He started to step back, but caution reared its head. “Wait. I don’t know who you are. How do you know me?”

She did an eye-roll. “I just called you Gramps. Doesn’t that tell you anything? Do I need to spell it out for you?”

“I don’t have any grandchildren.”

“Yeah, you do. Me.” She struck a confident posture and held out a hand. “Nickie Jones.”

He shook the hand briefly. “So one of my kids had a child umpteen years ago and never told me?”

“That sums it up.”

“Which one?”

“Michael, I guess.”

“Now I know you’re lying. Michael’s dead.”

“Right. He died before I was born. I didn’t know much about him — or you — until yesterday.”

Pain gripped his gut as it did every time he thought about his second son. Of all his children, Tom had had the highest hopes for Michael. He’d been bright, curious, and ambitious. He’d been accepted into some top colleges. But he’d been in love with Regan—

He studied the girl again. Almond-shaped brown eyes stared back at him. That gaze that bore into him, as if reading his mind. “You’re Regan’s girl.”

The Road to Escape can be purchased at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, and Kobo.

Diane's Review:

A touching story about second chances on life and love. Patricia Kiyono brings ordinary characters to life in an unforgettable way. An alpaca farmer and the diner owner have loved and lost. Maybe this time they'll have their happy-ever-after. This book is the first in a series. I'm looking forward to reading the others.

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

#IWSG Pet Peeves


It's the 1st Wednesday. Happy Insecure Writers Support Group Day. IWSG is the brainchild Ninja Captain Alex J. Cavanaugh.

Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!
Thanks, Alex, for starting this group and keeping it going. And thanks to this month's awesome hosts: Christine Rains, Dolarah @ Book Lover, Ellen @ The Cynical Sailor, Yvonne Ventresca, and LG Keltner!

Pet Peeves

Sorry for leaving such an abrupt note (no post) last month, but I didn’t want you all to think I forgot. July was even crazier than I expected. (If you missed my note, our Arizona family moved in with us until they can find a house here in West Michigan. Son, daughter-in-law, two-year-old Toddler Girl, a Great Dane, and a Labrador Retriever.) After a couple of weeks, our household settled into a form of normalcy. Son went off to work and has regular days off. DIL works out of my office downstairs, Toddler Girl has a part-time sitter, giving Hubs and I time to ourselves. She also takes three-hour naps, during which time I usually take a nap, too. LOL

That little girl makes us laugh all the time. Besides her antics, her expressions are so darn cute. “Thank you, welcome” came from her parents trying to teach her manners. Or “my help you . . . peez” translates to “help me, please.” Her vocabulary increases in leaps and bounds. Her favorite words, right now, are “phone” and “iPad” because her over-indulgent grandmother (moi?) downloaded a couple of games on both. If I hear Elmo singing the ABCs one more time, I’ll go crazy. I’ve learned to say the phone and iPad are taking a nap.

On the home front this month, we have good news and bad news. The good news is they’ve found a house nearby. The bad news is they will move at the end of this month. I know I should be happy that everyone will have their own space, and we’ll be back to our own normal. Having a two-year-old crawl up on my lap and snuggle in is the best feeling in the world. I loved it when the other two grandkiddies did it, and I missed it until TG came along. I’m sure her twin brothers (who come in November) will do it, too. When they all move, I’ll miss those moments, even if I should enjoy the peace and quiet.

On the writing front . . . Let’s say I’m storing up ideas by reading. I did do some writing on a YA space adventure thanks to an 8-hour road trip picking up the older grandkids from camp. (I wrote about it on the Paranormal Romantics blog.) Other than that, I’m barely keeping up with blog obligations, though I gave up trying to do my Monday Morning Musing. I will get back to writing on my two projects: the sci-fi romance THE SPY and the spin-off from my Alex O’Hara mysteries JAILBIRDS AND WEDDING BELLS.

Meanwhile, as I mentioned above, I’ve been reading. Since this month’s question asks about our pet peeves, I can easily respond. Poor editing drives me nuts. A common misconception is that these would be self-published books. Au contraire. Many are from publishers. Those of us who self-publish pay for good editing, at least I do. And I read and reread my edited manuscripts so I don’t miss any mistakes. After all, my name is on the book. I want to be proud of my work. But what in heaven’s name is wrong with publishers (companies or self) that put out books with frequent misuse of punctuation or wrong use of homonyms or spelling errors? I can understand one or two mistakes. (Despite all the work done by my freelance editor and myself, a reader contacted me about spelling errors in my latest book. Yikes! You can bet I fixed those promptly.) But repeated grammar/spelling errors indicates sloppy editing. My solution? Close the book and don’t finish. Why should I bother to read it if the author/publisher/editor didn’t care enough to make sure it’s error-free?

How about you? What pet peeves do you have about books?

Click here to find others on the Insecure Writers Support Group Blog Hop. Or go to IWSG on Facebook to see who’s blogging today. 


Monday, July 17, 2017

Lazy Summer Morning


Good morning! How is your summer going? Mine is crazy. And I'm loving it. But I'm barely keeping up with my blogs. Last week, I missed my date on Paranormal Romantics. Fortunately for me, yesterday was open and I posted about an idea I got on a road trip

I've also missed several Mondays here. Sorry about that. I did manage to keep up with the Weekend Writing Warriors. It's been fun sharing snippets from THE PROTECTOR (An Outer Rim Novel). Once a book is published, I don't usually read it again--since I'd probably read it a hundred times (slight exaggeration) already. So rereading it for snippets to use brings back my initial joy when writing the story. You can scroll down to see yesterday's snippet.

My Arizona family arrived just before July 4th, in time to celebrate the holiday watching fireworks from our back deck. I think our neighbors compete to see who has the best, loudest, longest displays. This year, they even obeyed the township's rule about ending by 11 pm. Amazing.

Our household has swollen from two adults to four plus a toddler, a Great Dane, and a Lab. The family will stay with us until they find a house here. Fortunately for them, their Arizona house sold and they both have jobs. Daughter in law continues her job from home and Son continues with his restaurant company. Toddler Girl plays with us. This has been a lot of fun. She's gotten so comfortable with us. She easily picks up my phone to look at pictures and play a couple of toddler-type games I loaded. I'm a sucker for learning games. I can't wait until she's old enough for the story-telling game I did with her cousins. (My StoryMaker from Carnegie Library of Pittsburgh) If you have young children (or grandchildren) this is a fabulous program. I type their words, they choose the images to add. Each time, I'm amazed at their imaginations.

The dogs are not as rambunctious as we expected, but having two large dogs in a confined space is challenging. Unfortunately, we don't have a fence around our yard so they don't get a chance to run around unless Son and DIL take them to a nearby dog park. Keeping them off the furniture is a bit of an issue. Not that our furniture is that good or expensive. Sharing the couch with a 150-pound animal who doesn't need to jump up (he just sits back) can be confining.


Going to the beach, blueberry picking, visiting the farmers' market give them lots to do. And summer wouldn't be summer without a visit to Captain Sundae's.


This is an adjustment for all of us. Everybody needs/wants their own space. I'd resigned myself that my writing would go on the back burner. Who wants to write when a two-year-old wants to sit on your lap? Or wants to go outside and draw on the driveway with chalk? Even better, our other two grandchildren (7 & 10) spent Saturday night here. The toddler was so happy to see them. They indulged her a lot. The three of them even slept in the same room. And I do mean sleep. The fact that the older two had spent a week at summer camp and were exhausted might have had something to do with it.

In January, I had no idea how much my life would change. As I've learned in the past, change depends on attitude. Some people resent it, fight it. And are miserable. I like to think I can go with the flow, smiling and enjoying a new phase in my life. 

I hope you have a great summer making wonderful memories.

If you're a writer, do you know about the Best Banter Contest? My writing chapter is sponsoring a contest where you can showcase your witty dialogue. Clicking on the big yellow button on the right will take you to the contest page. Good luck.




Wednesday, June 7, 2017

#IWSG: Frustration


It's the 1st Wednesday. Happy Insecure Writers Support Group Day. IWSG is the brainchild Ninja Captain Alex J. Cavanaugh.

Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!

Thanks, Alex, for starting this group and keeping it going. And thanks to this month's awesome hosts:  JH Moncrieff, Madeline Mora-Summonte, Jen Chandler, Megan Morgan, and Heather Gardner!  

I'm late but here. I’m having a hard time with time, lately. For one thing, there’s not enough of it. And what there is flies by too quickly. Can you believe it’s June already? I’m frustrated when I don’t write each day. Other commitments get in the way—like baby-proofing our house and preparing for our son and family plus two dogs to arrive at the end of the month for an indefinite stay (until they find a house). I’m thrilled about them moving here from Arizona. Not so thrilled about about cleaning out closets (long overdue) and my office to make room for them. It's taking away my writing time.

Of course, frittering away time playing solitaire and mahjong doesn't help. Nor does reading email and interesting blogs.

At night, I lay awake thinking about what’s going to happen next in my WIP. Just when I think I should get up and write, I fall asleep. I concentrate on the WIP that I’m not writing, figuring that will free my subconscious for the one I am. Does that sound crazy? I probably am. Just a bit. I’m writing a novella (tentatively called Jailbirds and Wedding Bells) that takes place between Books 1 and 2 of my Alex O’Hara PI series. But I long to get back to my sci-fi romance, The Spy. Frustrating. BTW, I do this often—have two (sometimes more) works in progress. While writing one, the other calls.

So that’s where I am this month. I’m sure writing this summer will be challenging with our house guests. Will frustration be my theme next month? I hope not.

The question this month is if you ever said "I quit" what made you come back to writing?

I never actually said I quit, I just did for about four stressful years. Too many family obligations that sucked the creativity out of me. When that ended, I decided to write for me, not for publication. That's when I found the enjoyment I experienced when I first started writing. The more I wrote for fun, the desire to publish returned. Nine books later, I'm still having fun, even when I'm frustrated. LOL

Have a great month!


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