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Wacky Wednesday

Writer's Mission Statement And Coming In September

Yes, indeed. ~*~Coming In September

How Was Your Mother's Day?

So moms, how was your day? I trust it was wondrous.  I want to hear all about it.
I got to see the babies this weekend which is always good:) and went with their mom and the little ones to get their hair cut. The boy got his first 'boy' cut and he looks so cute. And got to see them Mother's Day. Later we hooked up with my bro, sis-in-law and her family. From there moved out to the porch recliner. All in all a good day.
  The haul. Note the (adult) coloring book. Grin.
~*~On a different front I've finished my first draft of  Love, Lattes and Angel, due out next April. YAY. After I get it cleaned up and shot off to my editor, I'm going to be working on a novella that will be part of a set put together by friend and author Julia Barrett.

Mother's Day

On Mother's Day, I historically post on Scarlet. To me, she exemplifies every sacrifice a mother can make for her young.
To all the wonderful Mother's out there and women who step in to fill that slot...hope your day is wondrous.
~*~'On Mother's Day I have written a poem for you. In the interest of poetic economy and truth, I have succeeded in concentrating my deepest feelings and beliefs into two perfectly crafted lines:
You're my mother,
I would have no other!'
Forest Houtenschil

~*~

It's The Weekend

Enjoy, Blogger Buds.

Ancient Forms of Punctuation

'Borrowed' from CJ's blog   Thanks CJ:)

IWSG Wednesday

Yup, it's that time again, IWSG Wednesday. The once a month post where we discuss our doubts, fears, struggles and triumphs. Today I'm posting on:
The Wonderful World Of CoversAs a writer and a reader I think covers are near and dear to us all. It's the face of our story, the photograph of our child. Covers may not be the deciding factor in whether a reader buys a book or not, but  it adds weight.  If  an individual likes a cover, he/she is more apt to pick up the book to find out what it's about. If the author is big enough, the cover is a nice bennie but its her/his name that's going to make the sale. And that's what every author strives for.  Unfortunately, we are not all at that point.
There's always a balancing scale when it comes to trad versus indie, but where covers are concerned the balance definitely tips in favor of indie. The author has complete control of his/her cover and can pick out the perfect portrait of his/her child. I've had publishing houses whose artists gave me exactly what I wanted and I couldn't have done better on my own. I've also been on the other end of the spectrum, where my cover ideas and CAF (cover art form)  were completely ignored and the final cover signed, sealed and delivered without any input from me. Have you ever had that happen? You look at a cover and wonder where's my story and the only option is to suck it up and deal with it.
I'm also superstitious about colors. I like a little red or purple in a cover. I think either color helps make the cover pop. There's also a color that I think washes out and leaves a generic feel, but since I am superstitious I'm not going to mention what it is, other than to say it's in some of my covers. Grin.
What about you? Do you have particular cover colors you like or dislike? Have you had a cover you didn't like and you felt it adversely affected your sales?
What do you think? How important are covers?
Interested in joining IWSG? Here's the link: http://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com/p/iwsg-sign-up.html

Summer Foot Wear

SIRIously?

I am probably the only person in the world that does not find Siri helpful. Though I occasionally find her amusing. I'm always hitting the button by accident then it takes me forever to make her go away. The last time I accidentally brought her up, I said "Siri, shut up." And while that's actually not polite, it's politer than what I really said.
Her response: "My lips are sealed."

Welcome May

Happy Friday to All and Welcome May!
~*~
 “I have a theory I’m trying to prove.”
“Which is?” I narrow my eyes and angle away from him.
“That a girl lurks beneath that getup.” He reaches for my glasses.
I slap his fingers hard enough to make him back up and shake his hand.
“Ouch. Why’d you do that?”
“The sun hurts my eyes.”
“It’s behind a cloud.” He points out the obvious.
“You have every other girl in school, isn’t that enough?” I storm,
panting.
“Apparently not.”