Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Beach Read Authors: Making the Most of Life...No Regrets!
Beach Read Authors: Making the Most of Life...No Regrets!: Today, our very own Lori Leger shares her thoughts on living life to its fullest... During lunch with friends this past Friday, I heard so...
Monday, March 10, 2014
Beach Read Authors: Eleven Things You (probably) Don't Know About Me
Beach Read Authors: Eleven Things You (probably) Don't Know About Me: Welcome, author Lori Leger, who's here to share a few of her secrets.... *** Here it is, Sunday night...or actually, Monday morni...
Monday, January 6, 2014
Writing Inspiration . . . Where do I find it?
Writing Inspiration . . .
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 show hosts, etc, etc., etc. I found inspiration for my upcoming book entirely by accident.
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 show hosts, etc, etc., etc. I found inspiration for my upcoming book entirely by accident.
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
long separations? How do the long separations affect their relationships?
Since I’m phenomenally good
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.
I wanted to meet them in
person, so we met at a lovely seafood restaurant called the Regatta LA Seafood
& Steakhouse, in Ben’s hometown of Lake Arthur, a town I’d spent lots of
time in my previous life/marriage.
The Regatta Restaurant
I sat there for two and a
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
American boy next door.
Ben Bonin
Ben gave me so much insight
to what life in Afghanistan was like for him. He’d been deployed twice, that’s
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
to hide inside. Here's a view from inside one.
He told me how, when waiting inside that hole for members of
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
. . . simply because he could.
Ben described how thoughts of
his girl waiting for him back at home filled his days that were not occupied with missions. How images of her invaded his dreams as he
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 mixed with
Ramen noodles and eaten as one meal, simply because it wasn’t the same old crap.
. . nom, nom, nom!
Then I turned to Haley, a
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
she’s damn good at it.
“What was it like to have the
man you loved so far away, Haley?” I asked her.
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
made it back to the Battalion Base so she could see his face during Skype calls.
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, this 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 21st birthday for her and all of her friends.
She told me that he insisted
that she fly with HIS family to meet him in Hawaii after his deployment.
Hawaii
She also said how he arranged to have rose
petals spread all over their hotel room, from the door to the bed, with candles
lit and everything.
“Seriously?” I asked.
Haley
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.
OH. MY. GOD.
How could I not fall in love with this couple? It
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 their book. I mean—just look at these two!
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.
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 somewhat 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.
Sometimes life can influence
fantasy in a good way.
Have a good one!
Lori
Author with Cajunflair Publishing
Saturday, October 5, 2013
MEAGAN'S MARINE Halos & Horns: Book 3
Okay folks, it's finally here! Available for immediate download through Amazon Available in Paperback within a couple of days.
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!
If you enjoy reading it, please consider leaving a review on Amazon or Good Reads!
Thanks all!
Lori
CLICK ON PICTURE FOR BUY LINK!
Can he take on the mother and son challenge
before she decides he’s not worth the
risk?
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.
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 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-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.
Note from the author:
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!
~ Lori Leger ~
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Flying High!
It's official...I LOVE to fly!
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.
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.
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!
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.
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!"
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.
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.
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, Hearts, Hearths & Holidays, 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, The Perfect Score, 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!
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?
Until next time,
Lori
Click this link to see a video of my week at RNC in Vegas!
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The badge we won from InD'tale Review Magazine...the ONLY Review magazine for independent authors and publishers.
The book on screen...
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.
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.
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!
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.
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!"
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.
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.
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, Hearts, Hearths & Holidays, 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, The Perfect Score, 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!
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?
Until next time,
Lori
Click this link to see a video of my week at RNC in Vegas!
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The badge we won from InD'tale Review Magazine...the ONLY Review magazine for independent authors and publishers.
My soul-sista, Arlene Vincent, and me.
After knowing her for nearly forty years, this is the first time we traveled together!
Fabulous Elvis tribute artist...
On Screen...
2013 RNC Logo
Arlene and I stuffing SWAG bags before the convention.
Monday, August 5, 2013
Pushing my luck!
Hey y'all!
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.
A couple of times a year, as funding allows, I get to attend conferences and conventions.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
Me: 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 somewhat hide-able with good makeup.
My soul sister: 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.
My author friend: 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.
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.
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.
Maybe my luck is changing for the better already! :)
Jimmy Thomas 2013 Romance Novel Convention in Las Vegas
Find Lori on:
Website: www.lorilegerauthor.com
Facebook (Page): facebook.com/lorilegerauthor
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Blog: cajunflair.wordpress.com
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email: lleger641@yahoo.com / Cajunflair@lorilegerauthor.com / lleger641@gmail.com
CajunflairPublishing@gmail.com
A couple of times a year, as funding allows, I get to attend conferences and conventions.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
Me: 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 somewhat hide-able with good makeup.
My soul sister: 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.
My author friend: 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.
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.
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.
Maybe my luck is changing for the better already! :)
Jimmy Thomas 2013 Romance Novel Convention in Las Vegas
Find Lori on:
Website: www.lorilegerauthor.com
Facebook (Page): facebook.com/lorilegerauthor
Facebook: facebook.com/llegerauthor
Blog: cajunflair.wordpress.com
Blog: LoriLegerAuthor.blogspot.com
Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/108898764915816799242/posts/p/pub
email: lleger641@yahoo.com / Cajunflair@lorilegerauthor.com / lleger641@gmail.com
CajunflairPublishing@gmail.com
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
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