Ryshia Kennie's Blog, page 35

And the Grief Goes On

If it plugs into a wall this week I want nothing to do with it.  That goes for computers, TV's and any other electronic device including those that allege that batteries aren't the same as plugging directly into an electrical outlet.  They're from that family - that family of gadgets that has caused me nothing but grief these last few days.

In fact I'm so annoyed I might just consider using a pen or at the very least, a good old-fashioned typewriter!

After wrestling with the computer, I decided to record a show for later.  And another wrestling match ensued when record refused to comply.  Not even dire threats of bodily harm would change its little electronic heart.  I finally realized that I have the upper hand and disconnected it from the wall.  It's amazing what a good old-fashioned jump start will do.

Boa Constrictor - SingaporeBut the biggest annoyance of all this week was my blog.  Blogger had me yanking my hair out - maybe not literally but I sure was considering it.  I imagine it was rather like wrestling with an uncooperative snake?  What happened?  Well, I took a risk.  You can't get anywhere if you don't take a risk and sometimes if you take a risk, you can't get far.  The risk I took wiped out my sidebar information and half my post.  Not good when hosting an author on book tour.  With traffic for the day higher than normal I didn't risk reposting - after all considering the day so far - who knew what might happen next.  So I made do with a temporary patch and limped through the day.

Electronics and me this week are on the outs.   Although I'm pleased to report that today we've returned to speaking terms.  The blog is up and running - properly.  I discovered that a complete wipe out and retype of the last post combined with a deletion of the post just prior, which proved to be the originating problem - only an hour or two or three or... of work and research - solved the problem.

What I've learned from this fiasco - besides the fact that sometimes a fix really is a case of luck and a jump start.  The one big lesson - never trust code you didn't enter yourself and never trust the fact that just because the post looks great on one browser that it looks good on them all.  A lesson learned the hard way. 

Now it's Saturday, blistering hot and with the problem that irked me for so many hours resolved, its time to kick back and enjoy the rest of the weekend. 

The question is do I dare hit publish on this post - or would that be pushing my luck too far?

Guess what - I'm going for it.

You - what do you do when it looks like luck might be waffling?

Ryshia
www.ryshiakennie.com

The Innocent Witness - Virtual Tour (Duplicate of Original)

Author Terri Reed.
This is a duplicate post in an attempt to fix problems viewing the original post with a number of browsers.  Some of you can read the original - depending on your browser, some not.  No worries if you commented on either post.   Sorry for the inconvenience, technology - sigh!  Ryshia

Today I'm welcoming author Terri Reed. Terri is here as part of the tour for her new release "The Innocent Witness."  
Terri will be giving away a  $25 Visa gift card  to one lucky commenter over the course of this tour.  So if you haven't commented yet, start now and follow the remainder of the tour and up your chances of winning!  I'll post the remaining tour sites and dates at the bottom of this post.  But now on to Terri.
"Thank you for hosting me on my Virtual Book Tour,"  Author Terri Reed.
"Happy to have you here Terri.  It's always fun to showcase an author and a new great read and "The Innocent Witness" looks like it will deliver just that."  Ryshia

Let's start things off with Terri's answer to this teaser - the only requirement I threw in was that her answer must be about a trip, of course, that trip could be as mundane as a trip to the local grocer.  
Here's what Terri had to say in regards to:
Life Hasn't Been Quite the Same Since… I was eighteen. The summer after high school I went to live in Italy for three months as an exchange student. I stayed with a lovely family in the town of Fabriano, in the province of Ancona, located in the Marche region of central Italy.  The town is famous for the art of paper production. Of course at the time I had no idea what that meant.  Now, I realize the specialness of the town and history of the area.
That summer was the first time I was away from home by myself without friends or family. I remember stepping off the train in Fabriano and feeling utterly alone.  It was the strangest sensation and one I will never forget. The beauty of the town and the countryside overwhelmed me.  It was nothing like the west coast of California where I was raised. The Italian family I lived with welcomed me with open arms and I quickly felt comfortable as I acclimated to my new surroundings.
There was as daughter my age who spoke English and she taught me enough Italian to get by.  She and I and couple of her friends took off and toured the country. It was a summer of fun and adventure as we explored Italy from the Adriatic Coast to Venice to Florence. It was exciting and scary all at once.  And it started in me a love of travel that has never ceased.

 Blurb for The Innocent Witness: Faith sustained Vivian Grant through her horrible childhood and loveless marriage, but how much more can she take? Her husband has been killed. Her autistic son is the only witness. And someone is twisting the evidence to place the blame on her. Viv has no one to trust—and danger is closing in.

A failed protection detail cost former Secret Service agent Anthony Carlucci his job—and his self-confidence. He's not going to fail anyone under his care again. Anthony will risk anything to keep Viv and her son safe…including his heart.
Excerpt from The Innocent Witness:        Probing, coffee-colored eyes assessed her from beneath lashes most women would give their eyeteeth for. A roman nose and blunt jaw completed the face that could rival Michelangelo's David. The stranger was dressed in a black custom-tailored suit, if she wasn't mistaken, with a crisp white dress shirt and a thin black tie. Ray Ban sunglasses hung from the breast pocket of his suit jacket.
        He had broad shoulders and a trim waist. His black slacks hung just right over his polished black dress shoes. He looked like he'd stepped out of an advertisement from the pages of a GQ magazine or was the poster boy for the federal government. Like Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones in Men in Black. The two agents who'd taken her for a ride last night had nothing on this guy.
      Viv narrowed her gaze as suspicion and wariness infiltrated her  mind. She didn't trust anyone right now. "Dad, you called the feds? After what they did?"
      "What? Oh, no, no. Not to worry, my girl. You'll be in good hands. Carlucci's no longer with the government."
      Carlucci arched a raven-colored eyebrow ever so slightly. He held out his hand. "Anthony Carlucci. I'm with Trent Associates. Your father has apprised us of the situation."
      Her gaze flickered to his outstretched hand then back to his face.
      "The situation being that I found my husband murdered and then fake FBI agents drove me to a secluded place where they were going to do…who knew what?"
      "Exactly," her father said. "Trent Associates specializes in personal security. Mr. Carlucci has intimate knowledge of Washington politics and law enforcement."
      "Really." She couldn't keep her doubts out of her tone. Just how was this going to play out?

About Terri Reed: Award winning, multipublished author Terri Reed discovered the wonderful world of fiction at an early age and declared she would one day write a book.  Now she is fulfilling that dream and enjoys writing for Love Inspired. She is an active member of both Romance Writers of America and American Christian Fiction Writers. She resides in the Pacific Northwest with her college-sweetheart husband, two wonderful children, and an array of critters. When not writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and friends, gardening and playing tennis.You can write to Terri at P.O. Box 19555 Portland, OR 97280 or visit her online at www.loveinspiredauthors.com or email her at terrireed@sterling.net or leave comments on  http://ladiesofsuspense.blogspot.com/ or http://craftieladiesofromance.blogspo...Want to follow the remainder of Terri's tour? 7/15/2011: Theresa Stillwagon 7/18/2011: The Cottage Bookshelf  

The Innocent Witness - Virtual Tour

Author Terri Reed.
Today I'm welcoming author Terri Reed. Terri is here as part of the tour for her new release "The Innocent Witness."  
Terri will be giving away a $25 Visa gift card to one lucky commenter over the course of this tour.  So if you haven't commented yet, start now and follow the remainder of the tour and up your chances of winning!  I'll post the remaining tour sites and dates at the bottom of this post.  But now on to Terri.
"Thank you for hosting me on my Virtual Book Tour,"  Author Terri Reed.
"Happy to have you here Terri.  It's always fun to showcase an author and a new great read and "The Innocent Witness" looks like it will deliver just that."  Ryshia

Let's start things off with Terri's answer to this teaser - the only requirement I threw in was that her answer must be about a trip, of course, that trip could be as mundane as a trip to the local grocer.  
Here's what Terri had to say in regards to:
Life Hasn't Been Quite the Same Since… I was eighteen. The summer after high school I went to live in Italy for three months as an exchange student. I stayed with a lovely family in the town of Fabriano, in the province of Ancona, located in the Marche region of central Italy.  The town is famous for the art of paper production. Of course at the time I had no idea what that meant.  Now, I realize the specialness of the town and history of the area.
That summer was the first time I was away from home by myself without friends or family. I remember stepping off the train in Fabriano and feeling utterly alone.  It was the strangest sensation and one I will never forget. The beauty of the town and the countryside overwhelmed me.  It was nothing like the west coast of California where I was raised. The Italian family I lived with welcomed me with open arms and I quickly felt comfortable as I acclimated to my new surroundings.
There was as daughter my age who spoke English and she taught me enough Italian to get by.  She and I and couple of her friends took off and toured the country. It was a summer of fun and adventure as we explored Italy from the Adriatic Coast to Venice to Florence. It was exciting and scary all at once.  And it started in me a love of travel that has never ceased.

 Blurb for The Innocent Witness: Faith sustained Vivian Grant through her horrible childhood and loveless marriage, but how much more can she take? Her husband has been killed. Her autistic son is the only witness. And someone is twisting the evidence to place the blame on her. Viv has no one to trust—and danger is closing in.

A failed protection detail cost former Secret Service agent Anthony Carlucci his job—and his self-confidence. He's not going to fail anyone under his care again. Anthony will risk anything to keep Viv and her son safe…including his heart.  Excerpt from The Innocent Witness:        Probing, coffee-colored eyes assessed her from beneath lashes most women would give their eyeteeth for. A roman nose and blunt jaw completed the face that could rival Michelangelo's David. The stranger was dressed in a black custom-tailored suit, if she wasn't mistaken, with a crisp white dress shirt and a thin black tie. Ray Ban sunglasses hung from the breast pocket of his suit jacket.
        He had broad shoulders and a trim waist. His black slacks hung just right over his polished black dress shoes. He looked like he'd stepped out of an advertisement from the pages of a GQ magazine or was the poster boy for the federal government. Like Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones in Men in Black. The two agents who'd taken her for a ride last night had nothing on this guy.
      Viv narrowed her gaze as suspicion and wariness infiltrated her  mind. She didn't trust anyone right now. "Dad, you called the feds? After what they did?"
      "What? Oh, no, no. Not to worry, my girl. You'll be in good hands. Carlucci's no longer with the government."
      Carlucci arched a raven-colored eyebrow ever so slightly. He held out his hand. "Anthony Carlucci. I'm with Trent Associates. Your father has apprised us of the situation."
      Her gaze flickered to his outstretched hand then back to his face.
      "The situation being that I found my husband murdered and then fake FBI agents drove me to a secluded place where they were going to do…who knew what?"
      "Exactly," her father said. "Trent Associates specializes in personal security. Mr. Carlucci has intimate knowledge of Washington politics and law enforcement."
      "Really." She couldn't keep her doubts out of her tone. Just how was this going to play out?

About Terri Reed:
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Pry My Hands From the Keyboard - Now!

Today I should not be at the keyboard.  You know one of those days when you try to catch up on that boring admin stuff and all you make is piddly, stupid little errors.  It doesn't matter how many cups of coffee I drink, the errors continue.  Little things that mean a lot.  You know the days when you know it's the month of July but your fingers insist on typing June?  When your brain insists that it's the 12th of July even though your computer is burning a hole in your screen with the actual date - July 13. 

What's with that?  Could it be that yesterday I declared that if today was hot it would be a vacation day?  Today is hot!

[image error] And here I sit at the computer preparing a post for tomorrow which is a visit by an author on a book tour.  Note:  this isn't one of the boring admin duties to which I referred.  I actually love doing this!  It's fun for me and helpful to other authors - everyone wins.  So, in case you haven't caught what's going on tomorrow, I'm featuring author Terri Reed and her latest, "The Innocent Witness."  Which, I'm sorry Terri, but I managed to post that as The Silent Witness" and couldn't get that name out of my head.  I've corrected that now - another case of, it's one of those days. 

One of those days - why now?  - why today? 

I'm sensing my subconscious at play here demanding that promised vacation and playing havoc with my fingers' connection to my brain.  Ah well, as far as tomorrow's visit, everything is posted correctly and ready to go. 

Now I'm looking at the mailing list update for my newsletter and thinking - nope, opening an excel spreadsheet right now would be fatal.  Who knows who I might be sending an e-mail to.  Even my computer seems to be a little off its game as it spins one unresponsive script after another.  And I gave up research on the current WIP a few hours ago.

What do you do on one of those days?   Me, I think I'm raiding the fridge for an early lunch and heading out into the sunshine.  I've created enough havoc for one day.  Fortunately, so far it's all been correctable.

Ryshia
www.ryshiakennie.com

A New Day

Wascana Park
There's something refreshing about the early morning hours.  That quiet time when even the occasional bark of a neighbourhood dog is absent.  When the only sound is the roll and gurgle of the coffee maker.  Summer is here and you can almost taste it in the air.

Warm air.  Lots of people gripe, it's too hot - the air conditioner doesn't work.  Me - it's only three months and I'm enjoying every moment of it.  Keep your hand off that air conditioning I warn hubbie.

So this morning - I take the dog for a walk before the it gets too hot.  The dog - at just turned eleven is still full of spunk but he's not quite as tolerant to the heat as he used to be.  So before 7:30 a.m. I'm home and pouring the first cup of coffee for the morning.  With coffee in hand, the day can really begin.

A prairie road into a farm field.I'm doing something insane these days.  I'm writing two stories at once.  Both fiction but one that shadows real-life events.  It's one of those stories that just has to be written and while it won't affect the deadline for my romantic suspense it seems to be writing parallel and on a similar deadline.  What will happen when I'm finished?  I'm not sure.  Can an author write romantic suspense and women's fiction or... ?  They are questions that play through my mind and I don't have the answer.  They're questions I know need to be thought out and discussed.  Just not now - maybe further on into the story.

The story in question is strange, foreign to me.  But I feel an odd connection even though the story and characters are entirely fictional.  No matter what comes of it I feel myself stretching with its writing from using first person, a vast deviation from my comfortable third, to the fact that for the first time in almost two years I'm writing something that's not a suspense. 

Interestingly enough, the new story doesn't steal room from the other instead it seems to give it room to grow without being forced to progress through unneeded words and meaningless word count.  Instead the original story rests and then proceeds, a sort of jump start method that finally has gotten it on track.  I think it was suffering a case of too much editing in the beginning.  But the diversion of two stories seems to have put the spark back in a story that, because it became the focus of an award suffered a case of too much editing.  That editing seemed to dampen the spark, remove the direction and the story waffled.

So I'm back on track in these quiet early morning hours.  And then the phone rings.  It's nine a.m.   My mother-in-law has just a quick question for hubbie - I transfer the phone to him and try to begin again where I left off.  Thirty minutes later the doorbell rings, this time it is a pair of young ladies.  They're familiar solicitors.  A pair that I hadn't had the heart to give an outright no to the last time they'd visited.  I know what they want, even though they have not yet asked the question.  This time I take the cowardly way out and don't answer the door.  Maybe next time I'll give them that long awaited no.

Feeling slightly sneaky about the door dodging event I return to my well-aged coffee and my ever-patient story.  It's a good day and despite the interruptions I've written a twelve pages.  I'm just thinking that another page or so and this might be a good stopping place when the door opens and a friend emerges unexpectedly.  The door was unlocked and so with a hi in my direction he heads off to find hubbie and the continual saga of our basement renovation.

And that was my morning.  Did I mention it's my quiet time?  This morning seemed busy but when I think back it's really more typical than anything.

Any quiet moments in your day?

Ryshia
www.ryshiakennie.com

July 14    I'll be hosting Terri Reed on her virtual tour with her new book "Silent Witness."Stop by to find out about this author's exciting new release.  One commenter over the course of the tour will win a $25 gift certificate to Amazon! 

Chaos

Once Upon a Time... there was Get Smart and the notorious gang that threw a wrench into all the good guys plans called Chaos.  Now, I don't have a phone shoe like Max but I have found a bit of Chaos in my life.  Especially lately.  In fact, a phone shoe would come in handy about now so that I can be reached at a minutes notice in case Chaos makes an appearance.  No remembering to take that cell phone.  Nope, the thing is attached permanently to my foot, assuming I were a one pair of shoe kind of girl.


Chaos.

If you have people in your life, you are guaranteed from time to time to have Chaos. 

The Chaos started this time on a stormy wind-whipped night and followed into a wild search for someone gone missing.  A relative who has serious memory issues had gotten lost, in the dark and inclement weather.  I don't know if even Chaos could replicate the terror this situation creates.  It turned out good in the end, the lost was safely found, but the uneasiness seemed to carry through the weekend.  Different issues, smaller problems they migrated from one person to the next and all  of them solvable to one degree or another, it was still enough to create...

You guessed it, Chaos in my life. 

But in the midst of that Chaos something amazing happened.  My writing will came back.  Not to say in the last few weeks that I wasn't writing.  I was, but the urge to park and write was on a small holiday.  Now with the phone ringing and a crisis it seems every other day or so, the urge to write has parked its chair molded butt down and is here for the long haul.  There's never been a time before when two stories have been open on my computer at the same time and both received equal attention.  Two very different stories but that's, shall we say - another story.

I may have to ban Chaos from my life for apparently it's pushing my imagination into overdrive.  I hear another story hammering at the wings and I have to tell it to be quiet.  There's really no time right now.  I'll rough draft the idea and then it's going to have to shut the door and settle down - for now.  And with any luck, the Chaos will do the same.


Ryshia
www.ryshiakennie.com

Canada - Party On

SaskatchewanIt's Canada Day today, the country's birthday, 144 years old today, and I have that feeling of a kid left out of a birthday party. 

Why? 

British ColumbiaI'm not in Ottawa where the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, aka Wills and Kate, are spending day two of their Canadian tour.  It would be a chance of a lifetime to be in the nation's capital on July 1 at any time never mind with the newly wed second to the throne in attendance.  The city has gone all out for the event.  And just to be part of that excitement would be unimaginable.  But I suppose we do have news feeds.


So after a brief glimpse at a video or two I realize that whether I'm in Ottawa or not, it's a beautiful day outside and there's celebrations planned across the city.  It's time to get out and appreciate what the country has given me and generations of those that came before me.

But before I close - here's a recipe for those of you with a culinary bent - another recipe for rhubarb - apparently a truly Canadian plant.   Click here for rhubarb muffins.  

Happy Birthday Canada!  

Ryshia
www.ryshiakennie.com

Fishing or Phishing

You know I like fishing, just not phishing.  At least I used to like fishing until I began to intellectualize or was that over-analyze the whole process.  But of course, that's a post for another time.  And this post really isn't about fishing anyway but more phishing.  You know that unwanted mail that arrives in our inbox unless we take measures to guard against it.

And it's not just phishing - although maybe they are too, I haven't taken a close enough look at them.  But what's with numerous pitches for watches and sex-enhancement medication - I don't get it.  How many watches can one person wear?  And as far as the other, let's not even go there.

Lately, I've been inundated with requests to retrieve money.  A recent fave was an e-mail that suggested that I must be familiar with a certain African dictator who was deceased and had left a fortune to his family.  And with just a little of my help they'll be able to access millions of dollars which of course I would profit from being the one to help them and all.  Yeah, right.

The text had a grade school element to it.  But worse than just being badly written, it was written in slightly staccato English taking any morsel of believability away with the bad phrasing.  There wasn't even a morsel of believability that I could see.  Which leads to another question - why is it all badly written?  Not that I should complain, that makes it all easy to detect. 

So what inspired today's post?  Well, I've just been informed that my bank cancelled my tax transaction.  The e-mail assures me that the money was sent from my checking account and thereby cancelled.  Apparently it's a payment to the Internal Revenue Service and if I just hit that lovely executable file button - well, it will be all over - literally.

Internal Revenue?  Dead foreign dictators?  Glitzy Watches.  Okay back to the latest e-mail - the cancelled check and the Internal Revenue.  For one, get the spelling correct people - I don't mind American spelling but not when it involves my bank account - chequing not checking.  And the Internal Revenue?  Hey, I have enough worries filling out my Income Tax Return for Revenue Canada.

I know, get a decent spam filter and I can quit complaining.  But if I'd done that - you'd never have had this post. 

But speaking of fishing or phishing - while sending out a line for a new story idea I tripped on the unexpected.  A slight veer in the path, but isn't that what writing is all about?  A story so close to home I almost scraped my knuckles reeling in the general idea of it.  And the beauty of it is it's just a little veer in the path and just a bit of phishing from the home front.  Phishing - maybe it's not so bad after all.  At least as a good method of obtaining a story.

And fishing - the last time I did that I fell asleep in the boat without even a nibble.  You, any fishing stories?


Ryshia
www.ryshiakennie.com

Author's Echo: Life After Rejection, or How to Pick Yourself Up Again

Author's Echo: Life After Rejection, or How to Pick Yourself Up Again

Summer Solstice Contest

Today is the last day to enter the Summer Solstice contest because; well all good things have to end some time and, tomorrow is Summer Solstice.  Contest closes at midnight CST today.  For those recent followers of my blog, I hope you stick around after the contest.  I've enjoyed the run and getting to meet you all.  Hope you feel the same. 

For all my followers,  make sure if you want an extra entry into the contest that you dropped me an e-mail to let me know of the follow ryshia@ryshiakennie.com.   Those of you that already have e-mailed me no need to repeat, I have your second chance to win recorded.

Good luck all!

Ryshia
www.ryshiakennie.com