tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61835063027034402852024-03-05T00:13:39.282-08:00Lori's BlogAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223323805359502083noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183506302703440285.post-89467706956644335792015-10-19T02:00:00.000-07:002015-10-19T02:00:05.953-07:00Fall . . . Southern style . . . and other changesIt's finally fall here in the south. More importantly, it's October, my favorite month. I have so many wonderful memories associated with this month . . . football games, homecoming parades, festivals attended with family and friends. We get our first break from the oppressive heat and humidity down here. It's a chance to open my windows, let the cool, dry breezes replace the filtered air-conditioning. A chance to enjoy the changing colors in the beautiful fall landscape.<br />
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October is also my birthday month. In December of last year, just after I'd cut one more notch in the "creeping ever closer to sixty" belt, I realized that the characters in my previous series are closer to my children's ages than my own. For the most part, they were about thirty-something-year-old men and women looking for love or advancement in careers. They are wonderful characters--they really are. Unfortunately, as I flipped the calendar on my fifty-seventh year of living, I was reminded that I have little in common with them. As I age, I change, as do my priorities, tastes, opinions, etc. Yes, I realize it's socially unacceptable to openly admit one's age, but isn't that an unrealistic attitude? I accept that my author shot, taken several years ago, is the best I'm ever going to look. I've chosen to embrace my age. I'm a mother, and a grandmother . . . I've earned these lines around my eyes, dammit!<br />
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So what's an aging author to do? She changes her writing style. </div>
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It all started while writing the last installment of the Cathryn and Zachary stories I created for the Seasons of Love anthology series. Cathryn's mom, Ellen, widowed but still a very vibrant woman, begins dating again, and eventually remarries. At the end of Full Circle Christmas, Zachary's father, John Michael, makes an appearance and sees an old classmate of his, one he'd had a crush on back in junior high. I had so much fun writing the subplot stories of these characters, because I could relate to them easier. I decided to run with it.<br />
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Thus, the birth of a brand new series in a baby boomer style genre, <i>Prime of Love</i>. Book one, "Running Out Of Rain", continues with John Michael Ferguson's story, as well as his old classmate, Cynthia Ellender. The story deals with the loss of spouses, of parents, of siblings, and the reemergence of old friendships and new loves. <span style="text-align: center;">While I don't have erotically described sex scenes, the heat is still present. The older characters, namely John Michael's dad, J.D. Ferguson, add a great deal of humor to the stories in this series, something I'm getting better at writing. </span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">So, if you're looking for something just a little different, check out my <i>Prime of Love</i> series.</span><br />
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Eventually, all storms break for a little sunshine . . .</div>
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Which led to Book Two, "Hanging On To Hope", the story of John Michael's first cousin, Clay Andrews, who meets Cynthia's younger sister, Allie Sarver. </div>
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Sometimes you need to lose all hope in order to find true strength . . .</div>
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So, embrace your "maturity", and accept that books about mature relationships don't necessarily have to rule out romance, or passion, or love.</div>
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As a matter of fact, loving after fifty has never been so damn good.</div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Admittedly, I’ve found mine
scouring book covers online, stock photo sites, snapshots of actors, models,
cover models, body builders, body builders that moonlight as cover models, talk
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">I’d been researching Marines
in Afghanistan and wanted to know a little bit about their daily life over
there. What do they do in their down time, do they even have down time, do they
have access to Facebook, Twitter, Skype, cell phones or texting to keep in
touch with their loved ones at home? How do the loved ones at home handle the
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at procrastinating, and Facebook plays a large part in that procrastination, I
thought it was only fair to turn to the site for help. I simply sent out a
feeler. I posted a comment, asking for anyone who knew of someone with personal
experience and who wouldn’t mind giving me some info. I got an immediate
response from an elementary school teacher in my home town of Gueydan, LA,
whose son, a Marine, had recently left the Corps. She gave me his name, tagged him in the
message, and I contacted him. Not only has Corporal Ben Bonin proven to
be a wealth of information for me, he’s turned into a dear friend as well. He
and his girlfriend, Haley Broussard, were so helpful to me in researching my
previous book, MEAGAN’S MARINE, I decided to write them in that book as
secondary characters. Their roles were
so promising, that I eventually decided to give them their own book. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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& Steakhouse, in Ben’s hometown of Lake Arthur, a town I’d spent lots of
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half hours, taking pages of notes, as these two young adults regaled me with
stories of their personal experiences. Ben Bonin comes from a fine family in a
small town. He was a good kid, athletic, respectful, and responsible. Or as
they say where I come from, "He was raised right". Tall and broad shouldered,
with brown hair, hazel eyes and a kind smile, he looked like a clean cut, all
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two 7 month deployments to Afghanistan. He described so many things, like the
act of ‘digging in’ while deployed and out on a mission. That’s digging a hole,
in the cover of complete darkness, large enough for the entire team of four men
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the Taliban to reveal themselves while setting out road bombs, the wind would
blow that desert sand in a steady and repeated mind-numbing pattern that hit their helmets
right at eye level. He told me about narrowly missing a road bomb himself once. He described the feeling of weeks or months
of dirt and sand build up, caked upon his skin. Wipes are a piss poor
substitution for soap and fresh water, a rarity in the desert, but they were
better than nothing. When he got home, he’d take three or four baths a day
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slept. He tried to tell me how sick he got of eating the same old MRE’s--so sick that everything got to
taste the same. How his mom sent him bags of Ramen noodles, his favorite meal
when mixed with plain old oatmeal. Yes, you read correctly—oatmeal <i>mixed </i>with
Ramen noodles and eaten as one meal, simply because it wasn’t the same old crap.
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pretty, fresh-faced girl with big brown eyes and auburn hair. A girl who'd grown up in
another small town not far from where I live now, and rode horses all her life.
She’s competed in rodeos for years, and I’ve seen enough of the footage to know
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">She turned to Ben, linked her
hand in his, and stared into his eyes.
She told me about the three torturous weeks with no word from him. How
she moped around the house, bit her nails, ate sunflower seeds by the pound,
tried to sleep a lot to make the time pass, jumped at every phone call, checked her Facebook account
constantly (in case her phone wouldn’t ring), snapped at her poor mother, and
finally screamed when the caller ID showed his number. How she couldn’t speak
for a moment, her relief was so great. How they talked until they couldn’t
anymore because someone else needed the phone. And how, once the call ended,
she started all over again with worrying about the love of her life until he
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">She told me about his thoughtful and romantic acts—actually admits that he’s
more romantic than she is. Earlier, Ben had bragged to me in a text message about
how romantic he was—I had laughed, then answered that I’d have to hear that
from her mouth before believing it. As it turns out, <i>this</i> particular Marine could give lessons on being romantic. Maybe
it’s because he knew how easy it was to lose everything in a flash. He arranged
to have a single fresh rose sent to her every Monday. I know, right?
Sigh... And how he rented a stretch Hummer
for her 21<sup>st</sup> birthday for her and all of her friends. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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looked at Ben, and beamed up at her sweet Marine, as he sent me a slightly
sheepish grin and nodded. Only slightly, I emphasize, because he was totally
confident and proud of his actions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was inevitable. That’s when I decided that book would not only share some of
their experiences, but that I had to have these two beautiful people on the
cover of what I would forever consider to be <i>their</i> book. I mean—just look at these two! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">They are both such bright,
young, responsible and respectable adults. When I first met them, both were
students, and Ben worked part time. Since then, Haley has graduated from Lamar
University in medical sonography. Ben should be graduating from technical
college in May and is working as an electrician’s helper during the week. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">I expect an invitation to
their wedding one day. I’ve already told him I hope he wears his dress blues. (My
dad was a Marine also, and I admit I have a weakness for Marines in uniform.) I
expect to see them have beautiful children one day. I know they are wonderful
people who will contribute something good to this world. And if they never do
another thing, they will have inspired me to write a story based <i>somewhat</i> upon their unfailing love. I haven’t finished the book yet, so I haven’t
scheduled the photo shoot for the cover. I have some ideas about what I want. I
guess I’ll have to wait and see if they pan out for the book cover. As of now,
the title for their book, a work in progress, is RAINY SEASON, but that is
subject to change.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14.0pt;">Have a good one!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Okay folks, it's finally here! Available for immediate download through Amazon Available in Paperback within a couple of days.<br />
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This one was slow coming out due to my mom's passing away. I apologize for the delay and hope you enjoy this one. It's a little different for me...my first with paranormal elements, and boy, was it fun to write!<br />
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before <i>she</i> decides he’s not worth the
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<span style="color: #454545; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">It’s tough going for single mom, Meagan Hutton. She has to keep
up with an active three-year-old son, her job as bartender extraordinaire at
Red’s nightclub, and her online college classes—all while doing whatever she
can to make ends meet. Throw in paranormal activity of the creepy kind,
happening with disturbing frequency in her home, and she’s struggling just to
stay sane. The last thing she needs is a handsome, though hesitant, Marine
sniffing around her or her son. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #454545; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Master Sergeant Mitchell Hebert, recently retired from the U.S.
Marines, likes keeping things simple. He’s had an easy time of it, right up until
a pretty barmaid with a Texas twang crept her way into every thought his </span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">last several months
in the middle east. When they met a year ago, a relationship seemed promising, until
he discovered she was a package deal. Turns out, her ex<span style="color: #454545;">-fiancé,
a fellow Marine who lost his life in Afghanistan, left her with a son to raise
on her own…and a little something extra. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #454545; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt;">The Halos and Horns series is filled with new characters you’ll
love, along with frequent appearances of old favorites from my La Fleur de Love
series. Enjoy! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223323805359502083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183506302703440285.post-63328453806186485772013-08-21T11:43:00.001-07:002013-08-21T11:43:35.360-07:00Flying High!It's official...I LOVE to fly!<br />
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Honestly, I was terrified that I'd be one of those people who'd be airsick. Not so, as a matter of fact, I particularly enjoy the take offs, landings, any sign of turbulence, and when the plane makes the sharply angled turns. FUN! Wish I could afford to do it more often.<br />
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And Vegas. What can I say? It was exhausting! I developed a serious case of cankles on the second day and didn't see my ankles again for the rest of the week. The flight home was painful for my legs and feet. But, it was fabulous too! I hated to leave because I'd just begun to relax and see a few things, such as the sights and sounds of Fremont street at night. It's one giant party, with fabulous light shows overhead, street vendors, live bands, people dressed up as everything from the Transformers to Gerard Butler in 300, to Rick James and Michael Jackson. Of course there are always Elvis look a likes and girls dressed in feathers.It's amazing! I saw a few poor souls holding cardboard signs claiming to be homeless and asking for donations so they could eat...or not...who knows? Mostly though, I saw couples, walking hand in hand, families with toddlers in strollers, older people experiencing it for the first time, like myself, and security guards...cops. Lots and lots of cops...both men and women, there to make their presence known and ward off any signs of trouble. Honestly, I was alone, and felt completely safe and comfortable. The place was lit up like it was daytime, except when they toned down the lights for the light show. It was awesome and I want to go back with my hubby.<br />
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As far as gambling is concerned...it's not my thing. My soul sista/roommate, Arlene, kept saying "You're in VEGAS, you have to gamble a little!" Poor thing, she did mostly everything alone because I was busy with convention things all day and by the end of the night I was too pooped and in too much pain to do anymore walking. She left two days before I did, so didn't get to see me actually put a $5 bill into a penny machine and play for a whole hour. Whoo Hoo, big spender!<br />
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Romance Novel Convention #1: Fabulous! Jimmy Thomas did an awesome job, considering it was his first and in my opinion, tried to take too much of it on himself. NOBODY can do that by themselves. But he's promised that next year's will be more organized, bigger, and better. Knowing what I do about the man, I totally believe him and will attempt to do everything I can to attend next year's July convention.<br />
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I didn't have a chance to attend as many classes as I wanted to...sometimes there were two or three I wanted to attend going on at the same time. Sometimes I'd take someone else's place as a volunteer so someone else could go to a class. This convention was all about networking and meeting people for me and getting my name out there. I believe I accomplished my goal. And by golly, they WILL know how to pronounce my last name at the next convention! I lost count of how many times I said "It's "Lay'-jhay ... not Lee-ger!"<br />
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The entertainment set up by Jimmy Thomas was amazing! An Elvis tribute artist who is professional enough to be the first one invited to perform inside the gates of Graceland. The voice, the gold lame jacket and skinny black slacks, the hair, the dance moves...all amazingly similar to the KING of pop. Such a talent. Acts included quick change artists and magicians, singers, and Julian Mora of International Men of Steel, performing an awesome show to Jon Bon Jovi's "Wanted, Dead or Alive". What can I say? The crowd went wild! A costume ball with two huge props: one a gorgeous dress make of damaged pages of discarded books from a local library. The other, a huge opened book, a "Once Upon a Time..." page with gorgeous scenery on the opposite page. Both were exquisite pieces of artwork. The costume party was so much fun and ALL the guys danced their feet off with us gals...even Chief Running Bare-Chested Jimmy Thomas. It was actually the first time any of us got to see him cut loose a little and have some fun. Did I mention it was a family affair for him? Both his younger brother, Billy, and his mom, Cynthia, were also in attendance and working their bums off with everyone else. I mustn't forget to mention "Big Mike" Michael O'Hearn, a previous holder of the Mr. Universe title. Yes, I got pictures with him...:D.<br />
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And then there were the Casanova Suitors, mingling with us all week, pitching in, helping, being perfectly adorable gentlemen. All four of the guys were so friendly and talkative. Jimmy certainly knows how to pick them. They called bingo...even played strip bingo one day, which I'm sad to say, I missed. I heard they stopped at the briefs or boxers. They performed live, acting out scenes as someone narrated from three different excerpts of books. It was laugh out loud hilarious! They danced to "Open Arms" and "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" to the delight of everyone in attendance. They answered questions, smiled for us, flexed for us, and put up with dozens of screaming women judging their handsome, though well-covered derrieres. There could only be one winner, alas, and Shawn Cunningham was voted Mr. RNC Casanova while the others congratulated him.<br />
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I met the charismatic board of InD'Tale review magazine, including the fabulous T.J. McKay, it's president/owner. InD'tale hosted the first ever RONE' award ceremony, which I was honored to be nominated for. The first anthology, <b><i>Hearts, Hearths & Holidays</i></b>, published by my Cajunflair Publishing company, was up for an award, and though we didn't win, we got certificates for First Honorable Mention...which is equivalent to first runner up. Not too shabby but I'm determined to win next year. Speaking of winning, my sweet-as-can-be friend and fellow Ass Cheek Angel, Kellie Kamryn, won for her book, <b><i>The Perfect Score</i></b>, in a different category and I was honored to go up and accept for her. It couldn't have gone to a more worthy author and Mama Angel is so unbelievably proud of Baby Angel!<br />
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All in all, I came back with super positive feelings for the RNC convention and Jimmy Thomas, as well as the lovely ladies of InD'tale magazine. I will be pinching pennies to try to go again next year, when I'll attempt to get my hubby to go with me. I think I could have a blast with him in Vegas, don't you?<br />
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Until next time,<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223323805359502083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183506302703440285.post-57793600041060066822013-08-05T10:06:00.003-07:002013-08-05T10:09:08.887-07:00Pushing my luck!Hey y'all!<br />
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I've spent the last four years of my life writing and publishing...six full length novels...four short stories/novellas. I have two series that I write and self-publish, La Fleur de Love series and the Halos & Horns series, and a third anthology series that I contribute to as one of several authors, the Seasons of Love series. Lately, it seems I spend more time on my notebook promoting and networking other than writing. It's a necessary evil as all you self/indie publishers out there know.<br />
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A couple of times a year, as funding allows, I get to attend conferences and conventions.<br />
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I've been preparing for one particular Writer/Reader convention for the past several months - Romance Novel Convention in Las Vegas, Nevada. After weeks of feeling as though it would never get here, it is. I leave tomorrow morning, my first trip to Vegas on my first flight ever. I'm leaving from a smaller airport in Lake Charles, LA to meet my best friend and soul sister in Houston, then on to Vegas. This time tomorrow morning, we'll be there. I'll get to meet, in person, all the women I've been friending and connecting with on Facebook. <br />
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My first flight, you say? How can that be? Everyone flies in this day and age, right? Though I've attended several writers conventions over the past four years all throughout the south, I've always driven. Driving has its advantages, ladies. You don't have to spend a small fortune shipping your swag and books and raffle baskets ahead of time to avoid over weight limit luggage. And I'm pretty sure I could drive to Vegas and back on less than what I'm paying for my flight and luggage fees.<br />
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But, instead, I decided to put on my big girl panties and take my first flight, the first leg of the flight over there, alone. The flight home, completely alone, as I'm staying two days longer than my friend. Have I been afraid to fly? It's not really the flying part that I find threatening, but rather the landing really hard part...sans landing gear. Strangely enough, the fact that this particular month is a high risk for terrorist activity hasn't weighed nearly as heavily on my mind as the possibility of the airline losing my luggage and me being stuck in Vegas with limited funds and the single change of clothes I packed in my carry-on. But the odds of that happening my very first flight must be low, right?<br />
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Really? Lower than having a set of monozygotic twins? That's identical twins, by the way, which occurs 3 times in every 1000 births today, and at a much lower rate in 1980 when I had mine. Yes, I'm special that way.<br />
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Here's another phenomenon I want to tell you about. I'm going to Vegas with two friends. One, the soul sister I've known for 36 years. The other is a writer friend I've known for a couple of years. It seems the three of us have had a run of bad luck over the last couple of weeks.<br />
<b> Me:</b> Tripped over my own feet and slammed my forehead into a nearby doorjamb. Lucky right? Well, though I hit ONLY my head, it blackened both my eyes. One completely and the second only partially. I still see traces of it under one eye, though it's <i>somewhat</i> hide-able with good makeup.<br />
<b>My soul sister:</b> Two weeks ago discovered her husband had a heart problem and didn't know if she'd be able to make it. He had surgery a week ago and they put in a stent. It seems he's well enough for her to go on the trip.<br />
<b> My author friend: </b>Three weeks ago began having problems with a kidney stone and didn't know if she could make it. She passed the stone on her own a few days ago and will be able to make it.<br />
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What do you say? Do you think our run of bad luck is over with? They say it comes in threes...if that's the case, maybe we've had our share and good luck will follow us the entire time we're there. Hmmm...let's hope so.<br />
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Oh, by the way...did I mention that Jimmy Thomas, the top male model for romance books is putting on this convention? They are having a Casanova contest! I'm including the convention link with his picture.<br />
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Maybe my luck is changing for the better already! :)<br />
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<a href="http://draft.blogger.com/www.romancenovelconvention.com">Jimmy Thomas 2013 Romance Novel Convention in Las Vegas</a><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223323805359502083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183506302703440285.post-3893679949928261002013-07-31T21:44:00.001-07:002013-07-31T21:44:52.662-07:00Lori Leger Author<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/SVSQrYkdx4U" width="459"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223323805359502083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183506302703440285.post-20720788712883547262012-07-27T23:56:00.000-07:002012-07-28T00:08:39.470-07:00Writing and Publishing...a Hell of a Ride!<br />
Here are just a small portion of the questions running through my mind on a daily, if not hourly, basis...<br />
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When should I release my next book?<br />
Should I spend money on an editor or keep rolling like I have been?<br />
Do I want to think about submitting to an agent/editor or keep rolling like I have been?<br />
What should I name the next books in the series?<br />
Should I start a new series?<br />
What do I want on the cover this time around?<br />
How am I going to find time to blog?<br />
Can I really afford another writer's conference this year both time and moneywise?<br />
Should I drive or fly to Atlanta in October?<br />
Should I enter contests?<br />
Should I volunteer to judge contests? If so, how many?<br />
Am I posting enough to Facebook...Goodreads...Twitter?<br />
SHOULD I blog more?<br />
Am I doing enough to promote my books?<br />
Should I start my own publishing company? If so, what does it take?<br />
Should I make it exclusive to Amazon to take advantage of free days and the lucrative lending library income?<br />
How much is too much to spend on ads or promo packages?<br />
Trading cards or book marks?<br />
Do I have enough humor in the new book?<br />
Do I need more conflict?<br />
Did I miss my turn at blogging on the Ass Cheek Angels? (Uh...YEP!)<br />
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Okay...I know I'm not special...I KNOW all of you ask yourselves some of these same questions. Right? Or is it just because I'm self-pubbed? I've never been traditionally pubbed so I don't know. But, it can't be just me losing my mind, right? THIS is why I resigned my job. No way...No way in HELL could I continue the full time job and the publishing end of the business. Writing was one thing, but the time it takes to publish...the rewriting...over and over...the tedious task of endless rounds of editing...over and over and over again (and I <strong>still</strong> miss the obvious, sometimes). All so time consuming.<br />
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So I get it published...it's OUT there...now to promote it. Good God Almighty, I only THOUGHT writing was time consuming. <strong>Promoting</strong> is the real time thief. And distractions...I'm like that dog in the movie "UP" ... SQUIRREL! and I'm off on ten different tangents. I've checked both of my emails..twice...pulled up facebook and goodreads...updated the website...updated my Amazon author page, and answered two tweets--and STILL haven't researched police procedures...the entire reason for connecting to the internet thirty minutes ago. Honestly, how does one succeed when one has the attention span of a gnat? <em>Sigh...</em><br />
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Getting a book published is like having a child...nobody tells you how difficult it's going to be. But in the same way...it's totally fulfilling when you can pull up a website and see your books out there...or hold the copies in your hands, and you're getting messages from real fans (not your family or classmates) and they <strong><em>love</em></strong> your stories and thank you for wasting their day because they couldn't put the book down. Yep...it's like Kellie said just a couple of days ago...What a difference a year makes!<br />
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Writing and publishing...it ain't for sissies, ladies...but it's a hell of a ride if you've got the stamina for it!<br />
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Sorry I missed my turn...<br />
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LoriAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223323805359502083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183506302703440285.post-41659581668231410452012-05-02T18:37:00.001-07:002012-05-02T20:23:05.045-07:00Comparison Shopping!<br />
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Okay ladies...I realize it's been awhile since I've shown you girls any flesh...not mine, of course, but masculine, male flesh...worthy of the Angels blog. As I was scouring the net looking for luscious hotties to post for y'all, I got to thinking...how do today's actors compare to the men of old. And I say MEN literally...because the actors I grew up watching (you know, the ones who are either dead or in their 60's, 70's or 80's?) they were REAL MEN. They fought in wars, were wounded in battles, loved hard and lived hard. Although we have lots of pretty boys these days...when you stop and think about it, who would you want defending you, Zac Efron or Robert Mitchum?<br />
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Do you think Bradley Cooper can stand the test of time against...say...Gary Cooper? Some of you out there probably don't even know who the hell I'm talking about since back before most of you were born. So here's a luscious sample of both of the latter died before the rest of you were born, except for Barb and me. Here's a luscious example of these hotties:<br />
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Let's see, who else can I compare? There's Gerry Butler (above)...admittedly, not a great hair day for him, but no need for computer help on THOSE abs! And Brando...yes...Marlon Brando...BEFORE he gained a person or two. To quote my daughter when she saw him in an old movie..."Oh...my..God! WHO the hell is that good looking hunk of meat?" I know, right!<br />
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I'll just throw a few more out there for eye candy or deep thoughts, whatever you're inclined to today. Just wanted to prove that there's always been men out there to inspire us to either behave ourselves, be just a little bad, or outright devilish! Enjoy!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: center;">Anyway...who's blue eyes do it for you Paul Newman </span><span style="text-align: center;">or Brad Pitt? </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: center;">Who turns you on...Steve McQueen or Lightening McQueen's </span><span style="text-align: center;">Owen Wilson? Young or Old? Has been or has not? </span><span style="text-align: center;">Let me know who your faves are...Now and Then!</span><span style="text-align: center;">Until next time!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="text-align: center;">Lori</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">James Garner: My fave...wish I could find the pic<br />I saw of him modeling swim suits as a young'un. <br />Slurp!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223323805359502083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183506302703440285.post-38579122047484945842011-11-15T18:46:00.000-08:002011-11-15T18:46:59.089-08:00Musical InspirationsI know we've discussed music on this blogsite before, but I'm putting a new spin on it. You all know by now that my first book is called Some Day Somebody. Maybe you don't all realize that those are words from the old song by Wilson Phillips called "Hold On", Some day, somebody's gonna make you wanta turn around and say goodbye...until then, baby, don't you let 'em hold you down and make you cry." Those words got me through some mighty tough times in a really crappy marriage to a man who'd been sleeping around on me since year one of the 17 years I stayed with him. I felt like they wrote that song about me...FOR me. One day I <strong>did</strong> meet the right man and I was able to walk into a brand new life. When I wrote Sam and Carrie's story, I knew I had to use that phrase for the title. I flip flopped back and forth a few times, but always came back to it and I'm satisfied with the results. <br />
It inspired me to use song titles or phrases for the rest of my series as well. "Last First Kiss" is a song from James Otto that didn't get radio play, but if any of you want to hear a good belly rubber, look it up...you won't be sorry. Book 3 is "Brown Eyed Girl" and who doesn't know that oldie but goody from Van Morrison. It was the perfect song for Tiffany and Red's book. Book 4's "Heaven In Your Eyes" is a line from a song I wrote for the book...one of two songs. Book 5 is "Green Eyed Lady" an old seventies song from a band called Sugar Loaf, I believe. It's about a green eyed, Creole, beauty named Angelique and her love triangle. Book 6 is "Sarah Smile" (Hall and Oates or that cutie patootie Jimmy Wayne) about an abused lady with twin babies, struggling to find happiness and self worth. I'm always listening and searching for titles for future books in this series. <br />
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So, I got to thinking...what would be the theme song to my life NOW...now that I'm happily married, and have been for almost 17 years to a man who is as faithful as the day is long...or short, depending on the season, now that our children have blessed us with ten grandchildren and another on the way, now that I'm seeing my struggles as a writer just begin to pay off. I've got a few in mind..."God Bless the Broken Road" by Rascal Flatts, "The Dance" by Garth Brooks, or me and Mike's wedding song, "Soul Provider" by Michael Bolton. But I've opted for a decidedly more 'upbeat' tempo from one of my favorite country singers, John Michael Montgomery. "Life's a Dance" is perfect for my current frame of mind in my life. Here are a few lines for those of you who may not be familiar with it. "Life's a dance you learn as you go. Sometimes you lead, and sometimes you follow. Don't worry about what you don't know, because life's a dance you learn as you go." Perfect for a 53 year old, writing by the seat of her pants, Ass Cheek Angel...don't you think?<br />
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So here's the question fellow cherubs...what's YOUR song for this time in your life? <br />
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Love you all bunches and bunches!<br />
Lori<br />
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P.S. I'm having injections in my lower back tomorrow around 11:00. Been experiencing major problems with pinched nerves so I'm hoping this helps me to feel better for the holidays. Say some prayers that it works, ladies!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223323805359502083noreply@blogger.com0