Hold On Till May

on May 1, 2013

MTB PROMO CARDHow could it possibly be May already? I’m not ready for May. It was April 1st just ten minutes ago. I had well over six weeks the last time I looked at my watch. Now I have less than three until the release date for MEANT TO BE and I’m getting that same overwhelming feeling I had when giving birth to my daughter was imminent.

Thankfully, this birth will be less painful (even if the labor lasted more than a year rather than 14 hours.) Then again, I had really good drugs for the last one. Is there such a thing as an author release date epidural??

Maybe I will pick up that bottle of cake flavored vodka tonight. I don’t actually drink, but anything cake flavored is worth making an exception for.

Oh, this just gave me an idea. Someone should throw a new book shower for authors. We could register at places like Staples and Vistaprint, then guests would just fill the orders and we’d have all the pens and notepads, magnets and doo-dads we’d need. Who’s going to throw me a shower? Anyone? Bueller?

Fine. So it’s May and I have guest blogs to write and interview questions to answer and today kicks off a new giveaway over on Goodreads. Between now and release day (May 21) you can enter to win one of five signed copies of MEANT TO BE. No purchase necessary, just click and you’re in. Easy peasy.

Mustn’t forget our newsletter winner for the month of April. Thanks to, Rebecca Rankin is the lucky winner of a $25 Amazon gift card and a signed ARC of MEANT TO BE. Congratulations, Rebecca, and if you didn’t win, there will be more chances to come. I’m giving away another $25 gift card for May, along with a signed final copy of the book. Then I’m thinking June will be jewelry. (I’ve been on Etsy today. Good stuff!)

I’m going to apologize now as there is no doubt I will be completely useless, and possibly highly annoying, by the 21st of this month. My brain (or what’s left of it) has already taken off for warmer, less stressful climes. Don’t even mention the stress eating. On a good day, I float through on a sea of denial. On a bad day, I want to crawl out of my skin and burst into tears.

Here’s hoping for more good days than bad days. (As I’ve yet to receive my first review, it could go either way.)

PS: This title of this blog is for my daughter. It’s the name of an awesome Pierce The Veil song that you should check out here.

PPS: Book 2 in the Anchor Island Series, UP TO THE CHALLENGE, is now available for preorder on Amazon. Release date is Jan 21, 2014. 

Look How Slowly I’m Twitching

on July 20, 2012

I’m not typically a spastic person. In fact, most people would say I’m the opposite of spastic to the point of being annoyingly laid back. I’ve attended the RWA National conference on three previous occasions, always with the joy and excitement of getting to hang with my friends for four or five days, but never the manic condition from which I’m currently suffering.
My conference binder!
I’ve shot past subdued excitement, crossed through mild nausea, and landed in full on monkey brain (to steal a term from my conference roomie.) To compensate, I’m organizing to the Nth degree. I have a binder. A BINDER! I’ve never created a binder before. (Reminds me, I need to put the loose leaf paper in the binder.)
I did a pre-pack trial run and spent the last week planning how the final pack would go. (Anal much?) Then last night the actual packing began, but it’s like the rough draft of packing. I see much revisions and re-packs in my future.
I’ve created a schedule in Word and Excel, printed a version of each for the binder, and then printed smaller versions of the Excel file to slip into my badge each day. I’ve created a packing list that details every piece of clothing I’m taking, as well as toiletries and incidentals.
I’ve watched packing videos, read countless blogs with conference tips, and even have a map of the area surrounding the hotel. (In the binder, of course.) Tickets for Disneyland have been purchased (thank you, Mo!) and at this point, I think I’m ready.
Then I remember I’m pitching and my hair is too short and I plan to wear my contacts but I know they’re going to kill me and I’m meeting my agent for the first time and editors and holy crap when am I going to sleep???
Really. I’m fine. It’s just another conference, right?
How you doin’ this week? Anyone else looking for a place to hide?

Realty Check

on February 21, 2008

Did you know that when you buy a house, there’s no more landlord to pay for busted water heaters and failed compressors? No more handy man just a phone call away? No more maintenance guy that takes care of every little break, snap, drip and squeak? What is this world coming to?!

You might have figured out by now I’m contemplating the big plunge into home-ownership. And I’m getting better about it. I only hyperventilate like two or three times a day. Trust me, that’s much better than I was the day I signed all the paperwork for the pre-approval.

Have you ever seen the amount of money that is involved in these things? It’s just crazy. Who came up with this brilliant system? Whoever he is, and I’m sure it’s a *he*, he’s one rich bastard, let me tell ya. I’d like to get a my hands on him and squeeze until his….errr….nevermind.

So, I’m pre-approved and I have my little letter to carry around that says so. It’s like walking around with a ton of money in your pocket only not. And it’s by no means a guarantee this is ever going to happen. You wouldn’t believe how many pieces of this puzzle have to fit together for this to work. Basically, the stars have to align perfectly, the seas all need to flow in the same direction at the same time and I have to have a perfect hair day seven days in a row. Hell, I can’t even pull off that last one for more than two! (Makes note to schedule haircut for this weekend)

But, I’m remaining optimistic. Or trying to anyway. I can do this. Sure I can. Just like I can write a book. Oh God, I’m in trouble….

Tell me about your happy home buying experiences. Tell me how fun this is and how it will all be ok. In other words, LIE!