Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Fall questions with BA, Julia, Kiernan and Sean


Hey y'all!

BA is out of the hospital for now, and the Mayo clinic is supposed to call. Thanks to all for all the well wishes and help!

Today we did some fun fall Qs

Pumpkin Spice, yes or no?

Favorite apple thing.

Cinnamon rolls or blueberry muffins?

Turkey or ham?

Coffee or hot chocolate, and what's your favorite flavor of it?

Kiernan

1. Ew. Pumpkins are meant to be carved or baked into pies, not drunk.

2. Baked apples with cinnamon and brown sugar, or honeycrisp apples in salad.

3. Blueberry muffins. Yum!

4. Turkey. I look forward to Thanksgiving every year just for the leftvovers.

5. Coffeecoffeecoffeecoffeeshutupcoffee. French Quarter blend, with chicory, please!

B.a.

1. Sure, but I want it with 1/2 the sweet, almond milk, and an extra shot of espresso

2. Apple piei!

3. Blueberry muffins

4. Yes please.

5. Coffee. Totally coffee. UItterly coffee. I love them all.

Sean

1. Yes, but not on absolutely everything – it does not belong on many things that it is now being put on. For instance – not in my white hot chocolate. Please!

2. I like apples just as they are. Give me a good crisp MacIntosh or a Spartan and I am happy.

3. Cinnamon rolls for sure.

4. Eh, neither is my favorite. If the question had been turkey or pork, I totally would have said pork, no question. I like turkey once or twice a year with gravy, and then in a sandwich the next day. Ham I love with a good glaze on it, especially if there are crispy caramelized bits.

5. I don’t drink coffee. I don’t even like coffee flavour in anything. So yes, hot chocolate, and I prefer the white hot chocolate with whip from Second Cup, please.

Heh, I started and ended with white hot chocolate - maybe it's time to head to Second Cup....

Julia

Yes. I love it in all sorts of things, even Febreeze

Apple pie with ice cream

Both. Though blueberry muffins are easier gluten free

Turkey. My girl cooks them all winter

Coffee. Adult hot chocolate is good though

XXOO

Julia

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Monday, September 18, 2017

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Arching his eyebrows and twisting his lips in amusement, Reg said, “You’re saying you chose your musical instrument based on sex, which you don’t even like all that much?”
“That’s only one part of what I said. And besides, it was more the idea of sex. I started playing guitar when I was in middle school. It’s not like I’d done the deed at that point.”
“Okay, fine.” Reg rolled his eyes. “You chose to play guitar for a living because of theoretical sex and fame?”
“Yeah.” Jeremy nodded. “That’s about right.”
Sighing, Reg shook his head. “You can hear yourself, right?”
Jeremy wriggled around until he was comfortable and then lay on his side, facing Reg. “It’s not a weird answer, believe it or not. I bet most guitar players have the same two reasons, along with, ‘Because it looks cool.’ The only difference is they won’t admit it. I’m not screaming it from the rooftops either; usually I give some spiel about being inspired by my father. But you asked me for the truth, and you’re my pretend boyfriend, so I gave it to you.”
With a chuckle, Reg said, “Are you always one hundred percent honest in your pretend relationships?”
“This is my first one, so, yeah.”
“Fair enough. How about in your real relationships? Are you always completely honest?”
It didn’t take long for Jeremy to come up with several examples of situations when he’d been less than honest with his ex-girlfriends. “No. I haven’t always been honest.”
“Why not?”
After giving it some thought, Jeremy realized the fundamental reason was always the same. “It’s easier that way.”
“How do you mean?”
“I told you how it is with people in this industry. They’re not with me because of me, and even if they are, it’s a small part. Mostly, it’s the mystique of dating a musician or someone famous, or a hope that they’ll elevate their own careers. With people like that, there’s inevitable disappointment because what they came into the relationship wanting and what they end up getting aren’t the same thing. The last thing I need to do is add to that frustration and resentment and guarantee some tell-all exposé. So instead of being brutally honest, I spew the garbage they want to hear.”
Reg cleared his throat and licked his lips. “Uh, JJ, I don’t think what you’re describing is a real relationship.”
“What do you mean? Sure they are. Some people stick it out longer than others, but usually we stay together for close to a year at least. That’s a decent length of time for a relationship.”
“I know. But like with my brother and his wife, they fight and stuff, but they’re in it together. It’s not about what they can get from each other. Even my parents, before my dad died, they were like a team. Do you get what I’m saying?”
In theory, Jeremy knew, but that wasn’t his reality. “It’s not like that when you live your life in the spotlight.”
“I’m sorry,” Reg said, and he looked sad as he said it. “That must be really hard and lonely.”
“It’s fine.” Jeremy shrugged. “It’s all I know.”
Reg squared his shoulders and narrowed his eyes. It was his determined stance. Jeremy had seen it whenever the man was about to embark on a challenge nobody else would dare try. He had seen Reg dive off a bridge against the advice of the bungee-jump operator because his cord was so long that most of his body dipped into the lake underneath, face included. His expression had looked exactly the same when he had jumped off, and when he had bounced back, he had been smiling from ear to ear.
“Not anymore,” Reg said.
“What do you mean?” Jeremy asked.
“You’re with me now, so that won’t be all you know.”
“Uh, I don’t under—”
“I’m going to show you what it means to have a real relationship, JJ.” Reg paused and grinned. “Even if it is pretend.”

Have a terrific week!

CC

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Making Time for Reading




“I don’t really read anymore.” I’ve seen several writers say this. And every time, readers and other writers gasp in outrage. HOW can you be a writer if you don’t read?! And I gotta say, I understand the confusion. It’s weird to think of writers not reading. I couldn’t imagine being that writer. Until it happened to me.

My face when writers say they don't read.
 The more I write, the less I read. And that’s not to say I don’t read at all. I do. But I don’t read nearly as much as I used to. It’s partly because there are so many other ways to occupy my free time these days. There are a billion and one things to binge on Netflix and HULU. The Marvel Cinematic Universe has a new movie every week. My dogs want to go outside for walks. And Twitter has some sort of unholy hold on my attention span.

But the other part of it is that I spend so much time in my head, coming up with plot bunnies, outlining, and actually writing, that when I do have free time books are no longer the first thing I reach for. I sort of feel like I need to take a break from the pictures in my head – and yes when I read I do see it as scenes in my head – and let someone else do the work of entertaining me. Hence, the Netflix bingeing. Also, I tend to write so late into the day, that when I settle down in bed or on the couch to read, guess what happens. If you guessed I fall asleep and wake up hours later with my face smushed under my Nook, you guessed right.

Or, I’ll sit down to read and then remember that I have to answer an email or approve a cover or update my website or write a blurb or drop a giveaway prize off at the post office or, or or. So much to do! And all of it takes away from my reading time.

But I still love reading! That won’t ever go away. Except now, I have to purposely make time for it. I started Saturday Relax Day a few weeks back as a way to stop working for one day out of the week. I fell into a pretty unhealthy habit of working and writing seven days a week. No wonder I was so stressed!

Giving myself that day to chill and do something fun means I have dedicated time to read. I spent this past Saturday reading comic books. (Check out Marvel’s Iceman. I believe it is their first major LGBT character with his own series) Next week I’m going to dive into one of the unread titles waiting for me on my Nook. My Goodreads status update has shown I’m reading Sam B. Morgan’s Love By Design for about three months now, so I’ll read that one first.

Since I’ve been a binge reader for practically my entire life, it probably won’t take me long to fall back into the habit. I’m just glad I noticed how far away I’d drifted from my true love before it got too out of hand!

So for all those writers out there who say they don’t read anymore, I understand where you’re coming from now. I feel your pain and I hope you can get back into the habit. Writers, have you noticed this happening to you? And readers, what do you think? Do you hate me now for admitting I don’t read as much as I used to? I’m still one of you, I promise! So when I come knocking at the club house door, asking for book recs, be kind and let me in.

Thanks for reading!

Love,
Christa

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Saturday, September 16, 2017

Growing as an Author by SC Wynne


Morning all!

I'm rereleasing a book this month, Guarding My Heart, and as I was going over it, it occurred to me how much I've grown as an author. It was a pleasant surprise actually. I've learned so much at every publisher I've worked with. I've worked with many, many editors over the years and each house had something new to teach me.

I had editors over the years who would love my stories, but they'd say things like "Dig deeper!" I had no idea what they meant until I began rewriting this story I'm rereleasing. I had a habit of saying something meaningful, but just leaving it there. I wouldn't expand on that thought. Now I get it. But I think it takes time to learn to be a good writer. You have to have talent, but all the nuances that take you from newb to quality, can only come with time.

I look forward to many more years of sharing my stories and learning more and more. I hope I always keep my desire learn so that I can write better and better as the years continue.

SC
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Friday, September 15, 2017

A Happy New Year by Felice Stevens


Next Wednesday night is the start of Rosh Hashana, the Jewish New Year. It's a time for celebrating with family and a wish for peace in the world. There is a belief that the Book of Life is open at this time and your coming year is inscribed inside.

As common with many if not most of our holidays, food is heavily involved. Except for Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, where we fast. But I refuse to  discuss that any earlier than necessary.
At Rosh Hashana, friends and family gather to eat apples dipped in honey and foods made with honey and sugar, all in hopes that we will be granted a sweet year.

In Learning to Love, I created the characters of Gideon and Rico, two chefs who specialize in kosher foods. There are recipes inside as well, including brisket, and chicken soup, also traditional meals at the holiday time.

All or Nothing, my next release in early October is Rico's book and we again return to the kitchen, but this time it's Rico who shows off his prowess in the kitchen...as well as the bedroom. I thought to celebrate I'd give you all a new recipe, one I'll be making. It's called Tzimmes. It can be made with meat, usually by adding pieces of short ribs to the mixture. I make mine meatless.
As an aside, the word "Tzimmes" means a 'Big deal", or a "big to do." in Yiddish.

2 cups of pineapple jiuce
3 pounds of carrots, cut into chunks
3 pounds of peeled sweet potatos
2 cups pitted prunes and apricots
1/2 cup of sugar-you can use less
1/4 cup of honey
1 teaspoon cinnamon

In a large Dutch oven place pineapple juice and carrots and add water to cover. Bring to a boil. Decrease heat to low and simmer 30-45 minutes until tender.
Pre heat oven to 350 F. All the rest of the ingredients to the Dutch oven and mix. Uncover and let cook at least two ore hours, stirring occasionally. The longer you cook it the richer it tastes.
The finished product:

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Thursday, September 14, 2017

Being a Writer by Riley Hart



In one way or another, I've always wanted to be a writer. I've loved writing for as long as I can remember. I won my first writing contest in elementary school--Tomorrow's Leaders on the Move--and my second not long afterward.

You know how it goes with dreams sometimes though...we lose sight of them. Or they feel too out of reach. Or life happens. All of those things happened to me. How could I ever be a writer? It felt like being a movie star or president, LOL. Something that would never happen. My backup plan was a child psychologist. How's that for a "backup" plan? hahaha.

But then...yes, life. I got married young and had a baby young-ish. I forgot about my dreams because we had responsibilities and bills to pay. I worked at the hospital in the ER and though I loved it, it wasn't my dream. I was just getting by.

We moved to California after that. I went from a small town (98 kids in my graduating class) where I knew everyone, to Southern California where I knew no one (other than hubby's family). It wasn't easy at first. I was lonely and sad, but it ended up being the best decision I could have made. It's where my love of reading was reignited which flamed my love of writing.

It was a long road for me. I started writing in 2005. I didn't really make any money until 2012. LOL. When I say that, I don't mean that money is what's important, because it's definitely not everything to me. Yes, I obviously want a career out of writing, which means I need to make some of it, but writing is my heart too (it's tough when your heart is connected to your livelihood). But it was hard to continue to "excuse" the time I spent writing, hours after work, and money on classes and organizations when I wasn't making money and was just getting rejections. I have folders FULL of rejection letters from editors and agents (back then that was mostly the only way to go). And though they hurt at the time, I'm thankful for them. I learned about the industry and myself as a writer from them. I learned how to take rejection from them too. I studied my craft. I took a romance writing course. I joined my local RWA chapter which was a critique group. There were a lot of tears--God were there a lot of tears. I almost gave up. There were two agents, close calls, flat out "no's" and so many comments about "my little hobby".

It was all worth it though. I look back at my journey and smile. It makes me even more thankful for where I am today. I will never take for granted what I do, or take readers for granted.

I'm not sure where all this is going today. I think I just ran across the above quote (I'm a quote fiend) and it made me think about all the blood I've shed--both at the computer, bleeding for my characters and their story--and within the industry. When I started writing, I don't think I realized how much we bleed for this thing we love so very much, for this piece of our soul that we couldn't live without.

I'll continue to bleed for it until there's nothing left in me :)

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

BA, Julia, Sean and Kiernan say oops


hey y'all

BA is still in the hospital. We're scrambling to get anything done, so we were short a post this week. In its place, I offer a puppy nose.

XXOO

Julia