A to Z Blogging Challenge: Theme Reveal

If you haven't yet heard of the Blogging A to Z Challenge, you're missing out. The idea is that bloggers, all different kinds of bloggers, sign up to write 26 posts in the month of April, one per day (excepting Sundays), one for each letter of the alphabet.

It's not required that you have a theme, but having a theme is fun. Last year, I did evocative words. I know, I'm a word nerd (and I love it!). I read lots of others I really enjoyed, and made some blogging friends that I still visit online today.

I'm extra excited about Blogging A to Z this year because April is book launch month for me! My debut novel, Going Through the Change: A Menopausal Superhero Novel, comes out on April 23. So, this year, all my postings are going to be about my book and my journey writing and publishing it. I hope you'll come by and read about it.

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You should also check out the other blogs participating. Bloggers bring creativity and passion to the posts they do during this time and you can find some great new writers to follow. In fact, here's the link to the list of other bloggers announcing their themes today. I hope you find something to spark your interest!

Guest Post: Developing the Winchester Brothers: Nat Hobson

I'm happy to bring you a guest post from Nat Hobson, author of Addy's Choice and the newly released Heart of Fire. During this blitz, Addy's Choice is free at Smashwords, with the code: TM47S. 

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Developing the Winchester Brothers

I always knew I wanted to base my story in and around Winchester in the UK. It’s a beautiful place, one I visited often when I lived in the south. I never intended the story to become a series, but my characters influenced the decision, as they so often do.

The story began with Adrienne Baxter, and I had a strong image of her in my head. Sebastian’s appearance was unexpected. I approach a new project in a variety of ways, but it’s safe to say I’m a pantser. The level of planning varies. Sometimes I have an outline, and sometimes I don’t. In the case of Addy’s Choice, I knew Adrienne worked for a radio station, could hear her voice in my head as she presented the early morning breakfast show. But that’s the only planning I did. Initially. I let Addy tell me about her life, and introduce me to the other characters who would later shape her journey.

I was drawn to Sebastian Davies immediately, and spent a little time with him before I continued with the story. He shared his background, his family, and his friendship with Chris Martin. This piqued my interest, so I wrote a little dialogue between the two, allowing them to converse in a natural way and gaining an insight into their relationship. I was amused by their experiences at university, and discovered they earned a nickname from their peers – a name they later used when they opened their first (and subsequent) restaurants. That name, and the name of the series, is The Winchester Brothers.

Guest Post: Z.R. Southcombe

I'm pleased to introduce you to one of my writing friends: Z.R. Southcombe. Please enjoy this guest post from her and check out her newly released children's chapter book! -SB

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Work-life balance is a (seemingly unattainable) term that’s tossed around a lot these days. It’s easy to understand why – we all need a roof on top of our heads, and we like to live comfortably so work is important; however, our family & friends are equally important, as is our own well-being.

But what does it mean? Are we trying to spend the same amount of time on each? Is it about leaving work at work and enjoying me-time or social-time in the evenings and during weekends? Is it about having our dream house?

In a chat with another writer friend, I expressed concern that I was becoming a workaholic – she said a better way of describing it is ‘driven and passionate’. I started seeing work-life balance in a whole new light.

For me, balance has become about my priorities and the things I love doing. My priorities are my own well-being, making a contribution and lifting up people around me. I love art-making, story writing, music and the outdoors (hm, maybe I should have been born a bit earlier!).

With this in mind, I choose to spend my time on the things I love doing, the things I don’t love doing, but enable me to do my art & writing (like bookkeeping enables me to publish my work independently) and healthy, restorative activities (like going for a walk, or listening to good music).

I choose to spend time the people I love and the people who get as excited about books and reading and art as I do. I especially love people who are enthusiastic, open to learning and give things a go, because just a little push in the right direction gets them going. It’s bread and butter for my soul to see people shine the way they were made to.

And so, balance might be working stupid hours on writing, marketing and *shudder* accounting, while making time to meet with friends old & new, but it’s all stuff I love, and stuff I believe in.

What does balance mean for you?  

Z.R. Southcombe is a children’s fantasy writer and surrealist painter, but no matter what project she is currently working on, Z. R. is usually accompanied by a cup of tea.

If you found this article interesting, you can read more about writing, marketing and life on her personal blog, zeesouthcombe.com. Her children’s chapter book The Caretaker of Imagination will launch with fanfare on the 21^st of March 2015. You can join the party at zrsouthcombe.com.

Cover Reveal: A Shade for Every Season: Chad. A. Clark

Cover Art by D.S. George-Jones

I'm happy to announce the release of a new collection of short stories from my friend Chad A. Clark, releasing on March 27, 2015. I was a fan of Chad's first collection (here's a link to my review on Amazon), and I expect to enjoy this one, too!


Description:

Photo by Clymer Photography

Explore the confines of your imagination with this new collection from Chad A. Clark. A Shade for Every Season consists of over seventy tales, reaching into the horror and science fiction genres and beyond. The stories may be short, but the impact is not. Take a stroll through the dark and the macabre. Read of revenge, snatched back from beyond the grave, and monsters that will thrill and scare you. Travel into the furthest reaches and isolation of outer space. See what lies down inside the darkness, where sometimes doors are best left unopened. Experience the thrill of the narrative ­- in the time it takes to finish your morning coffee.

Bio:
Storytelling has always been one of Chad A. Clark’s passions. Every week, he puts pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) and spins a new yarn, which is then published on his blog, The Baked Scribe. This book collects the entire first year’s worth of these stories. For more on Chad’s work, go to bakedscribe.net. This is his second book.

Spring Fever

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Ah, spring fever. Time to fall in love, and walk hand in hand in the sunshine singing sweet songs. At least, that's how it should be in my mind.

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Unfortunately, my spring fever has looked more like hay fever this year. Tree pollen is high in North Carolina, so this girl was low. I spent all of last week wheezing and coughing, exhausted by little things like climbing the stairs of my own home.

But, yesterday, I finally started to feel better. I guess my Claritin ramped up enough, or my body just started to deal with it.

Even through the haze of cold medicine and kleenex, I can't help but feel the poetry inherent in the season, though. Spring is undeniably a time of rebirth and growth, of beauty and wonder. It's something about the light returning and the excitement that elicits in the soul, something that whispers, "Almost."

Here, Emily Dickinson said it better:

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.

Game of Love cover reveal

Today we’re revealing the cover for Game of Love, a new sports romance from Ara Grigorian! Check out all the fun details about this sexy romance and enter his fantastic giveaway!!   Title: Game of Love Author: Ara Grigorian Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance Release Day: May 4^TH About Game of Love: Game of Love is set in the high-stakes world of professional tennis where fortune and fame can be decided by a single point. Gemma Lennon has spent nearly all of her 21 years focused on one thing: Winning a Grand Slam. After a disastrous and very public scandal and subsequent loss at the Australian Open, Gemma is now laser-focused on winning the French Open. Nothing and no one will derail her shot at winning - until a heated chance encounter with brilliant and sexy Andre Reyes threatens to throw her off her game. Breaking her own rules, Gemma begins a whirlwind romance with Andre who shows her that love and a life off the court might be the real prize. With him, she learns to trust and love… at precisely the worst time in her career. The pressure from her home country, fans, and even the Prime Minister to be the first British woman to win in nearly four decades weighs heavily. As Wimbledon begins, fabricated and sensationalized news about them spreads, fueling the paparazzi, and hurting her performance. Now, she must reconsider everything, because in the high-stakes game of love, anyone can be the enemy within… even lovers and even friends. In the Game of Love, winner takes all. Preorder today!!!   Exclusive Excerpt: “We are made strong by the difficulties we face, not by those we evade.” ~Author Unknown Gemma’s security flanked her, their grip tight on her arms. Bedric, her coach, rushed ahead, slamming open the hotel’s glass doors to the roar of the French paparazzi―a cacophony of questions, comments, and insults. Gemma moderated her breathing, prepared for another three-second spurt of chaos. Three... “―What happened in your hotel room?” They knew. Dozens of cameras from all directions chirped and flashed. She kept her eyes trained on her goal: the awaiting car. Two... “―Mademoiselle! Gemma! One smile.” The paparazzi bore in from her right. Only a few more steps. A knee rammed into her thigh. That one would leave a mark. A bruise that the papers would dissect and analyze gratuitously. One... “―Why were you hiding for four months? Were you going to quit tennis?” Don’t react. Say nothing. Bedric forced the car door open, giving Gemma the opening she needed to squeeze in. He followed. Zero. The door slammed behind them, and the sounds of commotion lowered to a gentle hush. Black tinted windows offered a veil of privacy. Bodies, camera lenses, and faces smashed against the glass. Only inches separated her from the paparazzi. There had been a time when she used to move to the center of the car, creating as much separation as possible. But now she knew better. Distance was a mere illusion of safety. The locks engaged, and the car accelerated away. She didn’t like surprises―particularly on game day―but in this case, her security lead’s demand to move her to another hotel had been spot- on. It was one thing for the paparazzi to gather outside. It was quite another when one found his way into her hotel suite... while she slept. The French paparazzi were setting a new standard. “This is not good,” Bedric said in stoic English. She eyed her superstitious coach, who was always concerned with deviations from routine. But the concern etched on his face wasn’t about superstition. He didn’t want a repeat performance of the Australian Open months earlier. “You have not rested,” he continued, “and you have yet to get breakfast.” “We’ll be fine. We are fine,” she said, nearly believing it herself. “As for breakfast, we’ll grab something at the new hotel.” The car swerved as the driver made a temporary effort to lose their tail. Memories of another car chase months earlier inched its way into her throat. “There will be people. You don’t need more distractions.” “More distractions?” She had woken to the sound of an intruder in her suite, and now she was rushing from one hotel to another on the morning of her quarterfinal match. How much worse could it get? “We’ll be discreet. Run in, eat, and we’ll be off.” The car’s tires screeched as the driver took another quick turn. It was happening again. Another chase just before a critical match. Only this time, the driver wasn’t drunk. From her bag, Gemma removed a tennis ball and twirled it in her hand. One point at a time. She focused on the soft texture. Familiar. Calming. Poking out from inside her bag, the newspaper article from the day before mocked her. Inch-tall letters above her picture: The Great Hype―Five Years and Still Waiting. She squeezed the tennis ball over and over again until her fingers went numb. She dropped the ball back inside the bag, then closed her eyes, hoping to salvage some sleep. She crossed her arms and tried to control her shivering. No, she wasn’t cold. She just wanted five minutes alone with the bastard who had violated her space. Gemma almost wished the coward hadn’t bolted when she charged him, tennis racquet in hand.     About Ara Grigorian: Armenian by heritage, born in Iran, lived in Barcelona, and escaped New York until he found his home in Los Angeles, Ara’s first eleven years were both busy and confusing. The fruit salad of languages would slow down his genetically encoded need to tell stories. Until then, an alter ego would be required… He received an engineering degree from California State University Northridge and earned his MBA from the University of Southern California. Today, he is a technology executive in the entertainment industry. True to the Hollywood life, Ara wrote for a children’s television pilot that could have made him rich (but didn’t) and nearly sold a video game to a major publisher (who closed shop days later). But something was amiss until his wife read him the riot act. “Will you stop talking about wanting to be a writer and just do it?” So with her support (and mandate), and their two boys serving as his muse, he wrote stories. Fascinated by the human species, Ara writes about choices, relationships, and second chances. Always a sucker for a hopeful ending, he writes contemporary romance stories. He is an alumnus of both the Santa Barbara Writers Conference and Southern California Writers’ Conference (where he also serves as a workshop leader). Ara is an active member of the Romance Writers of America and its Los Angeles chapter. Ara is represented by Stacey Donaghy. Website | Facebook | Twitter | Blog | Goodreads   Enter Ara’s Giveaway: a Rafflecopter giveaway

My Daughter Will be Driving

My eldest daughter turned fifteen on me a few months ago. That means we're in the downhill slide into getting a license. It's no longer this "when she grows up" thing. In fact, she goes to the driver's ed part of things here in just a couple of weeks.

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That's not her in the picture, but that's very much how it looks in my head when I imagine it. In reality, she's 5'9", that kind of fifteen-year-old who looks seventeen--so grown up and gorgeous that it's amazing to think that such a creature sprung from my loins. But, she is and always will be my little girl, too.

Like every parent who ever arrived at this moment (I suspect), I am both excited and terrified by the prospect of my girl behind the wheel. It's another one of those big moments, like when she learned to walk, or lost a baby tooth, or took off her training wheels, or performed her first solo, or got her braces off, or fell in love. In every one of these moments, I've reacted the same way. Part of me has wanted to cry and cling to the younger version of her and rail against the heavens for letting her grow up too fast. Part of me is proud of her, and anxious to see what this next phase of life brings us.

I know I'm lucky in that my daughter is an intelligent and capable young woman, with common sense and a good sense of self-preservation. I teach middle school, so I know a lot of teenagers. Some of them are complete flibberty-gibbets and I worry about them riding bicycles, let alone operating vehicles with engines. My girl is not one of those. She'll handle it well.

The question is, will I?