The End is Near…

Sounds so ominous right? But honestly, I can’t believe how quickly this year has flown by. As soon as Thanksgiving hits, I immediately find myself in panic mode because it signals the end of the year is just around the corner. And every year it seems to come faster and faster. As I reflect back on the year I’ve had, I’m pleased with what it has brought me. I packed up and moved my boys and I to a small town in Utah and it has made a positive impact on all our lives. I mean, just look at that scenery…gorgeous!

I released a new book that I am in love with that is set around the holidays and introduces readers to my new fictional town of Serendipity, Texas. The characters in this series really speak to me and I can’t wait for the second book to come out.

I adopted two little fur babies and gave them a forever home. Kona was my first and she brought so much joy that when the opportunity to take in a another, I brought home Maui. They are a handful but so much fun!

All in all, it has been quite a successful year and I am thrilled to be where I am. It’s taken a long time for me to get to a point where I could say that. So tell me, how was your year? Share your proud moments…your accomplishments…your little thrills.

About Kinsey Corwin

Kinsey Corwin, a contemporary romance author who really is drawn to small town stories, beaches, and cowboys (I know, that is quite a mix). She is a single mom of amazing boys, a fan of kitchen experiments, a lover of country music, and a dreamer.

It’s beginning to look a lot like–

Poop. Christmas? Already?

Yes! Before Halloween, even. Dis-gusting, I know. But, it could be worse.

Shortly before Christmas last year, I was contracted by Entangled Press to write a book for them.  It wasn’t a book of my own creation, but one they’d outlined. It was up to me to flesh it out.

It was–rather, I should say is–a Christmas-themed book.

When I first started writing Santa Maybe, carols played, lights twinkled, and everyone was merry and bright. But, as usual, the holiday passed. The air grew warm. The Easter Bunny came and left. Flowers bloomed. And I was still writing that &#@!*$ Christmas book.

Baseball season began; my son played first base while I sat in the car with my laptop, melting and cursing Christmas. By this point, I was channeling my hero, Justin. Justin loathes Christmas, mostly because his dad was killed during the holiday. It’s not his happiest time of year. (Understandably.) That little character “thing” made the book that much harder to write. Depressed heroes are not fun–or funny. (Did I mention this was supposed to be a romantic comedy?)

Finally, I finished the first draft and in May I sent the book to my editor. (If I could have flung it at her, I would have. By this point, I did not love this book. I mean, seriously. Santa in the Springtime is just plain wrong.) Worse, she sent the wretched thing back. For revisions. In August! I had to wonder how they can stand Christmas in Australia; it was hard to write (or think) sentimentally about snow, sugar cookies and the scent of balsams when you’re gulping iced tea and slathering on sunscreen. (I considered sticking my head in the freezer a few times to get in the right mood…)

You know, I even had dreams that it was Christmas, and it was muggy and there were leaves on the trees (and shrimp on the barbi? Which was really weird because I live in Rhode Island, USA), and everyone looked at me like I’d gone insane. Because I kept asking, “Where’s Santa?” And–of course–because it was the Fourth of July. Insanity! Holiday chaos!

Finally, after a summer full of Christmas, the book was completed, the final version was approved, and a release date was scheduled: November 13th.  Hurray! And you know–I’m kind of looking forward to Christmas this year. At least it won’t be beach weather. 🙂

Here’s a little video that gives you an idea of poor Justin’s story. I can promise you that in the end, he loves Christmas at every time of the year.

About Cyn D. Blackburn

Cyn D. Blackburn is addicted to love. And caffeine. She lives with her husband (of 20+) years, three children, two dogs, two guinea pigs and one terribly outnumbered cat. She knows that nothing eases the difficulties of life--and falling into love--more than a little humor.

Many Hats #audiobookgiveaway

Somewhere I’ve talked about this before, maybe it was in a phone conversation, but I’d like to discuss it again.TOO MANY HATS-

Authors wear many hats. The truth behind them could be so many hats you’d think they were a Russian spy or actor. The variety and number vary, but typically include the parent hat, the day job hat, the chef hat, the secretary hat, the laundry hat, the merry maid hat, the chauffeur hat, the tailor/seamstress hat, and the personal assistant hat.

Due to the wide variety, and the need to change hats multiple times during the day, fashion faux pas can occur. In fact, not too long ago I wore my personal assistant hat everywhere and signed up for all the things. This earned me a PTO President hat.

That being said, in ways I’m a hat collector. I like to add to the collection so my hats become diverse and knowledgeable. You could say I have an addiction to hats, which can hurt me at times. Ultimately, like any good collector, I have to decide when there is no more room on my shelf, or closet, or in the spare room I keep for all the hats. My husband has even commented that maybe I need to have a garage sale. 🙂 It can be challenging to decide which ones should go and which should stay. The big, fancy shiny ones are harder to maintain, but look so pretty when I wear them. The plain jane hats, those every day things, I can’t get rid of them. I need them as much as they need me. So where do I begin?

Tell me dear reader, how many hats do you wear? Which hats do you recommend giving away? How horrible are these analogies?

One commenter will win 1 audiobook from my backlist.

Landra Graf consumes at least one book a day, and has always been a sucker for stories where true love conquers all. She believes in the power of the written word, and the joy such words can bring. In between spending time with her family and having book adventures, she writes romance with the goal of giving everyone, fictional or not, their own happily ever after.

Her latest release is a series of erotic BDSM Contemporary romances called, Desperately Seeking Submissive, which are available in Audio and Ebook. She writes stories where passion and strength collide.

 

About Landra Graf

Landra Graf consumes at least one book a day and has always been a sucker for stories where true love conquers all. She believes in the power of the written word, and the joy such words can bring. In between spending time with her family and having book adventures, she writes romance with the goal of giving everyone, fictional or not, their own happily ever after.

Looking backward, looking forward.

My nine-year-old son loves baseball.

He plays on a AAA team, which means nothing to me, but means something to my husband.

When he was nine–and for most of his youth into college and a little beyond–my husband, Billy, played baseball. He was a State Champion pitcher who got drafted into the majors at nineteen. But back then, there was no such thing as a pitch count for young players, and by the time he was twenty, his body was worn out. Even today, at the age of 47, he has problems with his rotary cuff. He did the thing he loved until it broke him.

Now Brady is playing. He’s not a pitcher–he’s a catcher. This is possibly by design (my husband’s) or maybe because Brady loves the position. It’s the most important position on the field, come to find out. He has to be aware of the positions of all the opposing players on the bags (that’s baseball jargon for “bases”–I didn’t know that either, once). If someone tries to steal a base, he has to see them and make snap decisions on where to throw the ball–and be on target. He can’t overthrow his intended baseman, because then the runner can move on to steal another base.

He also has to be aware when he can’t stop a pitch; when he goes running to get it, he also has to have eyes on the field to be sure to stop runners.

And then, there are other times when he just needs to be in the game and with the program. My favorite is when one of his team’s young pitchers are wobbly and walking batters; Brady looks so serious as he lifts his mask onto the top of his head and marches out the the mound to talk to them. He doesn’t take long, and he never fools around. Usually, he’ll pat the other player on the shoulder as he talks to them, and he looks right at them with such a grown-up expression on his face. Usually, this exchange works to calm the pitcher down and get them to throw strikes. Later, when I ask him what he said, he tells me things like, “I told him to take a deep breath and just play catch with me. Don’t worry about the batter.” Or, “I told him to follow through, just like we practiced.” Wise counsel from someone who needs reminding to brush his teeth and to use deodorant.

His coach has told us that he’s the best player in the league, and in fact, some of the “major” league coaches are scouting him. (Not the major majors, you understand. But the coaches of the older kids. My husband and Brady know what this means–I’m just in the stands, cheering when everyone else does.) Baseball has become something that means so much to both of them. Billy has volunteered to coach the young pitching “staff” and with amazing patience, teaches them the physical mechanics of pitching and how to strategize their pitches. Brady has  gained confidence and leadership skills he’s not even aware of, and has developed a focus that has helped him in school and other places because of baseball. And it’s something both of them, father and son, can share and discuss and analyze–man to man. More than a game, it’s a common link for the two of them.

As I sit on the bleachers, I’m  watching: Billy, looking backward through this current experience and reliving the golden, glory days of his youth, and Brady, looking forward and planning for his future in the game. Me? I’m just here in the present, looking forward and backward, and enjoying the view. I never understood what was so good about sports, but I think I’m finally starting to understand.

 

About Cyn D. Blackburn

Cyn D. Blackburn is addicted to love. And caffeine. She lives with her husband (of 20+) years, three children, two dogs, two guinea pigs and one terribly outnumbered cat. She knows that nothing eases the difficulties of life--and falling into love--more than a little humor.

I’m planning to fail. Several times.

“Fact: From quitting smoking to skiing, we succeed to the degree we try, fail, and learn. Studies show that people who worry about mistakes shut down, but those who are relaxed about doing badly soon learn to do well. Success is built on failure.” -Martha Beck

I really like this quote–it makes failure seem less frightening. In fact, it makes it seem like a positive thing. I’d never thought about failure as part of my success, but now that I have, I know I can deal with it.

One of the things I always tell my kids is, “We learn by our mistakes,” meaning that it’s okay to do something stupid once in a while if, in the end, you’ve learned something from it. For example, over the winter my nine-year-old decided he didn’t want to wear his heavy coat to school. Instead of fighting with him about it, I let him make that choice (though I did warn him I didn’t think it was a very wise decision). So he went to school and when he came home, he talked about how cold he’d been at the bus stop and during recess. But, you know, he’s never gone without a coat since. In fact, he’s sure to wear a hat and mittens as well as a warm jacket on cold days because he never wants to experience that level of discomfort again. No nagging on my part, and a lesson well-learned for him.

In a sense, this quote is similar. It gives me permission to fail and learn by my mistakes. It’s especially poignant for me right now because–for the fourth time in my life–I’m doing Weight Watchers. In the past, I’ve gone off the diet at a certain point for whatever reason, and then–because of my failure to stick with it, I consider myself hopeless and regain the weight I’d lost. But by using Martha Beck’s philosophy, I won’t give up completely as I have in the past. Instead, I can give myself permission to relax, accept the failure–briefly–and then return to my healthy eating and exercise plan.  If I do this, I’ll be able to succeed in spite of my failures.

How can you apply this quote to your life?

 

 

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About Cyn D. Blackburn

Cyn D. Blackburn is addicted to love. And caffeine. She lives with her husband (of 20+) years, three children, two dogs, two guinea pigs and one terribly outnumbered cat. She knows that nothing eases the difficulties of life--and falling into love--more than a little humor.

My Writing ~ @oddlynn3 #LynnCrain #PCers

Saying-#1-Resized

I really must apologize for not doing the blog for the last two months. Sure, I have an excuse and a valid one at that but it’s still no reason for not letting you know what was going on.

Recently, I moved from Vienna, Austria back to my hometown in Nevada. Now this may be a temporary move at best but still, like any move, it is a whole new experience. Frankly, I don’t know what I expected because my youngest, his girlfriend, his best friend along with his girlfriend all live in my house.

And I asked for very little when I returned. I wanted the smallest bedroom, a corner of my wonderful office and the walk-in closet in my office. Right now, I feel lucky to have a bedroom. Needless to say, I’m going crazy without a place to write and no place to hang my clothes as my husband has the very small closet in the bedroom. I figured since he had all the suits for work, it was the only solution.

Right now, I’m cranky, unreasonable and argumentative when I really don’t want to be. I live in chaos with 3 dogs, 5 cats and 5 other humans in a house that doesn’t have enough room for all of us. Did I mention, there are only two bathrooms as well?

So, it doesn’t leave much in the way of writing. I don’t have a dedicated place and I’m trying to keep the spark alive by working on my dining room table. Sometimes it’s fine, others it reminds me of the total chaos I live in when the dogs start playing under the table and actually move it. Add to that the cats who start running and the dogs take chase. All in good fun of course.

Except for Harry. Most of the time he’s fabulous with all the critters. My youngest’s cat, Gatsby, and he are great friends. Until the other dogs start playing with him too. Then it becomes a free-for-all that tells me I’m going to lose my mind.

Then I think of some well-loved movies and I know it will be okay. I remember the scene in The Christmas Story where the pack of dogs come in and steal the Christmas bird. Yeah, my home looks like that and when I calm down, I can see the hilarity of the situation. Or how about the many funny scenes from the movie, Yours, Mine and Ours. It doesn’t matter which version you get, it’s all much the same.

The point here is that while my writing reality may suck, the opportunity for ideas and stories and just living life abound. Don’t get me wrong…I loved my life in Vienna for it’s ordered manner and calm…I hated it because I was 7000 miles away from my immediate family and 4500 from our nearest relatives who live in New Hampshire. I wanted to figure out a way to successfully combine them and this is what I got.

I guess in my quietness, I forgot that life isn’t calm, nor as ordered as I was used to. Life is messy with all its foibles and ugliness and just plain chaotic nature. Life ebbs and flows, like a river. Sometimes it’s raging and makes great canyons, others it’s a meandering ribbon that brings life to the farmland but can flood when the sky opens and sometimes, it goes down to a trickle to die a slow death. Yet somehow, it has lived a full, rich life by just being.

Even though, life is throwing me a few, or a lot, of curves I remind myself every day of the wonder of being here in the chaos, surrounded by family and friends, feeling the awesomeness of where I am as I gather more story ideas for the day where I can again sit at my desk and write all day.

See you next month…

About Lynn Crain

Award winning author Lynn Crain has done it all in her life. From nursing to geology, her life experiences have added to her detail rich stories. She loves writing full time as she weaves contemporary, fantasy, futuristic and paranormal tales, tame to erotic, for various publishers. Her home is in the desert southwest and she’s just returned from her latest adventure of living in Vienna, Austria while her husband worked his dream job. You can find her hanging out online at www.lynncrain.blogspot.com, https://www.facebook.com/LynnCrainAuthor, and on Twitter, @oddlynn3. She loves hearing from her readers at lynncrain@cox.net.

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