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Weekly Paranormal-Scope & the Contest

While I’m not qualified in any way to read neither stars nor planets, I am intimately linked with the paranormal in the world.  In many ways, so are you.

The week ahead for:

Aries

There’s a new vampire in town.  Things are going to get exciting.

Taurus

A minotaur brings a new dish to your party.  Experiment with new things.

Gemini

An elf will deceive you.  Be watchful in business dealings.

Cancer

A shapeshifer thinks you’re warm and fuzzy.  A new relationship could bloom. Go out and buy something new.

Leo

A mermaid lures you to enjoy a pleasant evening.  More is in the offering.

Virgo

Thunder is coming your way.  Take cover and let the storm pass.  The dragon that remains will be a friend.

Libra

A were panther is dark and mysterious.  One had just crossed your path.   A little mystery can be fun.  Enjoy!

Scorpio

A dragon roars your name and invites you for a ride.  Take a chance on love.  New wonders are around the corner.

Sagittarius

Mermaids invite you to a beach party.  Get your dancing shoes on.

Capricorn

Aslan the Lion is here to offer his support.  Be brave and start new endeavors this week.

Aquarius

Gnomes know how to pack to leave room for souvenirs.  Consider traveling and seeing something new.

Pieces

Hobbits are great cooks.  Get together with friends to share a meal and laughter.

–Susan

Susan Hanniford Crowley

http://www.susanhannifordcrowley.com

P.S.  I am running a contest on the News page of my website.  For details, please, go visit.  Remember to enter your secret word “rattle.”

Filed under: Susan Hanniford Crowley, Weekly Paranormal-Scope

Writing More: Enthusiasm

Memorial on top of Dundee Law

by C. Margery Kempe

Not long ago I wrote a piece for another blog about my basic rule for writing more, in which I gave my standard advice to myself: shut up and write. I can say that to myself. I long ago gave up any expectation of politeness from my brain; on the plus side, it rewards me in other ways that are useful, so a little rudeness, I can live with. But that’s only the beginning of the advice.

A friend of a friend (attempting to motivate said friend) linked to this piece from SFWA by Rachel Aaron about how she went from writing 2K a day to writing 10K. Yes, you read that right.

I know some of you who will fall over with a clunk sound contemplating 2K a day. It’s not really about the numbers (although, wow, eh?). It’s about getting more of the writing you want to do done and not standing in your own way.

I had a friend stay with me in Galway who needed to get some writing done for a deadline. She regularly wrote about 10K/day on average the entire weekend. It can be done. It does require, as Aaron suggests, that you know where you’re going (i.e. outline) but how you work with that knowledge will vary. I’m going to concentrate today on the side of the triangle Aaron calls, “Enthusiasm.”

There are at least a couple of strands to the discussion here: as Aaron notes in one of those lightbulb moments,

If I had scenes that were boring enough that I didn’t want to write them, then there was no way in hell anyone would want to read them. This was my novel, after all. If I didn’t love it, no one would.

She’s got a point.

There are always lulls. It can actually help your story to give the reader a moment to catch her breath. But if you find yourself plodding along, just trying to bump up word count, chances are you’re not going to keep your reader’s attention any more than your own. It’s time to stop and figure out what you need to accomplish (some exposition? character building?) and how you might better do so in order to hold your own interest and your reader’s. Be creative! That’ll get your enthusiasm back. Need to establish some back story? Don’t just have the messenger Exposition arrive and say “Your sister, whose death by unknown hands torments you to this day, grew up in the same house you did as a child with a pond in the back…blah blah blah.” Figure out a surprising way to fill in that background. Maybe you need to do it earlier or in smaller chunks. A photograph falls out of a book: it’s your sister by the pond — happy smiling. Build from there!

The other strand of course it the ‘long project doldrums’ which affect most of us. Like long-term relationships, novels can feel as if they’ve got into a rut. The solution is the same in both cases: shake things up! Surprise your characters. Have they been bickering back and forth, unable to work out their differences? Maybe they need a break from each other! LOL, not that they have to go out and have affairs (well, depends on the book you’re writing ), but maybe a little time with someone else will remind them (and your reader) why they should try to work things out.

Robert Frost wrote, “No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.” Don’t settle for any less for yourself or your reader!

Filed under: C. Margery Kempe, inspiration, Kit Marlowe, What inspires you?, Writer's Life, Writers Conferences, Writing Topics

Waiting for Penelope

I’ve been waiting for a very special person to arrive.  She finally did on Thursday, July 5, 2012 at 5:26.  Under that hat is fine strawberry blonde hair.  She has blue eyes.

It took her parents a long time to find her name.  I was surprised when my daughter wanted to look at Greek names.  Being part Greek, she’s always loved the mythology.  One meaning of Penelope is loyal.  Penelope was also a great queen of Greece.  She was Queen of Ithaca, a Greek island.

When Penelope was a princess, she was in court when all the kings and princes of the city-states were vying for the most gorgeous princess Helen.  But Odysseus saw Penelope and was captivated by her instead. He asked her father for her hand in marriage.  Penelope’s father set a difficult task for Odysseus, but he did it and won her as his bride.  He left his home to go to her home in Ithaca and became his Queen’s King.

The king that married Helen had a lot of trouble.  When she was kidnapped by Prince Paris of Troy, he called upon the other kings of Greece to help him get his wife back.  That’s how the Trojan War started.   Odysseus didn’t want to go.  By that time he and Penelope had a little son.  They were very much in love.  But he went, and after years of fighting talked the other kings into an idea of his that would end the war in their favor.  He had them build a huge wooden horse that would be left as an offering to the Trojans.  Of course, he and many soldiers would be hiding inside to climb out and take the city as the Trojans slept.   Then the other Greeks would return and find the city gates open.

Back home in Ithaca, Penelope waited for the one she loved, watching the horizon every day for his ship.

Odysseus had a terrible time trying to get home over the course of many years, but no matter what happened all he could think about was getting home to Penelope.  Queen Penelope saw that other kings had returned home but no one knew what happened to Odysseus. Some thought him dead.  Then the suitors came and encamped in her throne room.  Each one thought he should be king.

Penelope knew she had to buy time.  She told her suitors (a rather nasty bunch that ate her food and drank her wine and refused to leave) that she could not marry until she had finished a tapestry (some say it was a shroud).  Every night she unwound her work of the day.  When she was betrayed by a maid, the suitors demanded that she choose a new husband.  Being as smart as her husband, she challenged the suitors to accomplish the same task Odysseus did to win her hand.

At this time, Odysseus had finally come home.  But he was older and dressed in rags, and she did not recognize him.  When it came time for the suitors to try the task, he stepped up also.  He won and then massacred the men who had  been tormenting his wife and son.  Finally loyal and clever Queen Penelope had her Odysseus home.

The Romans called him Ulysses and his story is Homer’s epic poem “The Odyssey.”

Well, our Penelope has finally arrived and we’re so glad she’s here.  Her journey has just begun, and I am so honored to be here for her as her grandmother.

–Susan

Susan Hanniford Crowley

P.S.  There’s still time to enter the contest on the News page on my website http://www.susanhannifordcrowley.com

and your secret word is rattle.   Please, read the directions there.  Good luck!

Filed under: Susan Hanniford Crowley, What A Writer Needs, Writer's Life

The Waiting Game by Marian Lanouette

Life sometimes seems like a waiting game. Don’t you think? Here’s a list of things or events I can remember waiting for that seem to take forever to happen in my life.

Christmas, ah, Christmas. As a kid the waiting started on Thanksgiving Day. Each day, my excitement built until it peaked like a musically to a crescendo. I don’t know how my parents with ten children lived through that month each year.

Waiting for school to end so summer vacation could begin. Summer, the lazy hot days of summer where I could just grab a book of my choosing and sit under a tree and read the day away.

Guessing games young children played trying to rush their youth away. Will I marry? Have kids? Or more important at that age, will I be asked to the prom?  Waiting for the phone to ring to be invited to parties, graduations, proms, you get the picture.

One event took twenty-one years to happen. You see, I always wanted to be twenty-one, which in my eyes signaled adulthood. Twenty-one took forever the get here then the next thirty years flew by.  I don’t know where they went.

I thought as an adult the waiting games would be over.  I now realized it is continuous. I am now waiting on my very first book cover with bated breath. The promised date has come and gone while I sit on my hands trying not to make a pest of myself. My goodness, will the day ever come?

The anticipation is killing me. Does the artist see my characters the way I do? Is it hot? Will it draw a reader inside its cover with the promise of more?

Each day I don’t receive the preliminary artist rendering of the cover, the more I feel like the kid who got coal in their stocking. As an accountant dates and deadlines are important to me. My sister, the artist, laughed at me on the twenty-fifth, telling me you can’t rush genius or your muse. I guess she’s right—but we all know that wise proverb, “Patience is a virtue no man possesses and few women”

Share here today, the longest wait of your life?

Filed under: romance

Classic Books & Movies by Gerri Brousseau

It was Wednesday night, it was late and I was flipping through the channels when I saw “Gone With The Wind” was on.  I had to watch it.  No matter how many times I have see that movie, I find myself draw to see it yet again.  I’m sure I’m not the only one who would like to slap some sense into Scarlett … with a man like Rhet she’s pining over that pasty wimp, Ashley Wilkes.  And I know Rhet isn’t going to change his mind and sweep Scarlett up off her feet at the end, rush up those steps and ravish her.  He’s always going to say, “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”  But still, I just have to watch it.  It doesn’t have a happily ever after ending and it never will, but still … there is something about this great epic that continues to draw audiences over the decades.

I started to think about this and realized there are quite a few movies I find I can watch over and over again.  Some of them are, “Casablanca,” “The Wizard of Oz,” “The Sound of Music,” all the Harry Potter movies, “The Notebook” and honestly, there are too many to mention.  Last Sunday (7/1) Katy Lee (Writing Secrets of Seven Scribes) blogged about having her children read the classics … I couldn’t help but wonder about them too.  Why is it we never get tired of Mister Darcy (~sigh~) or Rhet Butler (double sigh)?  Is it that the story was so well written or was it that Hollywood portrayed it so well?  We all want Elsa to stay behind in Casablanca … we’re all happy when Dorothy gets back to Kansas, and we are overjoyed when the Von Trapp family escapes Hitler’s forces … so maybe it’s a combination of the two; a wonderfully written book  adapted to a fabulous screenplay that can withstand the test of time.

What movies can you watch over and over and what do you think makes a book/movie adaptation become a classic?

Filed under: romance

Favorite Things about July 4th

Another year gone by and July 4th has rolled around again. I was flying through Miami a couple days ago and had to smile at the impersonator (of whom I have no idea) dressed in a red, white and blue vest and tights as well as a lopsided “powdered” wig. I wonder what Thomas Jefferson, John Adams and Benjamin Franklin would say about our impersonator dancing to the techno version of U2’s With or Without You. Probably not what they had in mind when they thought of future generations celebrating our nation’s independence. Still, it was entertaining as long as you can keep a light sense of humor about it.

 

In celebration of today, I’d like to share a few of my favorite things about July 4th:

 

1)      Pride – We’ve had our ups and downs as a nation, doing things at times that not all of us are proud of. Still, July 4th is representative of a momentous period in history and that is something we as a nation should be proud of.

2)      Family – I can’t think of another holiday so synonymous with barbecues, warm weather and a great time with family.

3)      Fireworks – Who doesn’t love them? I can remember many a summer sitting on the roof of my cousin’s house to watch the fireworks go off in the distance.

4)      Celebration – Can you say hotdogs, hamburgers, soda and beer? What about good ‘ol Bruce Springsteen, AC/DC, Bon Jovi… goodness I haven’t even scratched the surface. But you get the point and this is a great day to celebrate it all.

5)      Independence – Last but definitely not least. It isn’t always remembered, but this nation is a wonderful one, based on great ideals and formed by brilliant minds. July 4th is representative of our independence from Britain and the Declaration of Independence.

Happy 4th of July to you all and happy writing this week!

Filed under: Toni Kelly, Writer's Life

10 Reasons to Buy 31 Flavors of Kink

If I was smart and had more time, I’d be really clever and do 31 reasons to buy 31 Flavors of Kink but I’m not and I don’t. Besides, I don’t think you’d stick with me for such a long list. So here’s a plain ordinary list of 10.

 

1. It’s a true story

The idea is laughable. Nick wielding a paddle? He’s more likely to cross-dress and pierce his nipples than mercilessly paddle my ass. Nick is the nicest man I’ve ever met. It’s why I married him.

I sigh in frustration and push my fantasies away. The dog jumps at the door. Nick rolls over. His voice is groggy. “Honey. The dog wants to go out.”

“I know.”

Welcome to real life.

2. It’s funny

Vibrators in every shape and size. Fat ones, skinny ones, and some so big they make me squirm just looking at them. Realistic-looking phalluses in every ethnic color. Something that looks disturbingly like a dolphin with whirly things coming off the side. My God. Do they light up and sing songs too? I’m picturing Marvin Gaye singing “Let’s Get It On” between my legs.

3. It’s heartwarming

Inside is a generic message, but underneath, written in his handwriting, it says:

You know I’m not great with words. But you should know my feelings about you have never changed from the moment I said “I do.” And I would say it a million times over no matter what. I love you. Nothing in this world can change that.

A tear slides down my cheek.

4. And sometimes heartbreaking

I turn on my side and curl up in a ball under the blanket, hiding this horrible wrongness clawing at my soul. He climbs in beside me. If he hugs me, I’ll cry.

“I love you, honey,” he whispers in my ear.

I hate myself.

I fall asleep with the salty taste of tears in my mouth.

5. It’s honest

On the surface, I can say easily he won’t hurt me, but when I think of being physically exposed and helpless, a small part deep down, in the darkness of my soul, panics. It turns me on, yes, but I can’t stop that tiny thirteen-year-old voice whimpering, what if he does hurt me? What if he betrays me? Nick, the one stable influence in my life. My rock. My one and only love. If I test his trustworthiness and he fails, I think it would kill me.

6. It’s kinky

My giggling and wiggling return as he lays a series of fiery smacks all over my butt. There will be marks left, I’m sure. By the umpteenth smack, I’m going hazy, and I arch my back, seeking that odd fusion of pain and pleasure that sits there waiting for me.

7. And sexy

He scowls and yanks the crop from my hands. “So little faith. I don’t need a book to tell me what to do with my woman.” His grin reappears as he swishes the crop through the air. The menacing whistle chills me to my bones at the same time as warming me between the legs.

8. The characters look like you and I

Suddenly I’m self-conscious of my hanging parts and cellulite. I pull a blanket over my belly but try out my best flirty smile. He looks at me, then all the toys on the bed.

His eyes widen. “Whoa.”

9. It features a brand new, but sexy, Dom

I look down at his text. Basically you want me to take control?

Now he’s getting it. But I should clarify.

In the bedroom, yes.

His text comes faster this time. I can do that.

My heart leaps, and I grin like an idiot. Another text comes through.

But I’m gonna make you regret saying that.

10. Did I mention it’s funny?

A crack in the pavement has caught my heel. I wobble and almost topple over on my fuck-me shoes until he steadies me. I rename them fuck-your-ankle shoes.

31 Flavors of Kink is now available on all e-readers!

 

 

Filed under: romance

Patriotic Weekly Paranormal-Scope & P.S. Contest

This week is filled with energy.  Two great countries are celebrating.  Sunday, July 1st was Canada Day and Wednesday July 4th is the day the wording of the Declaration of Independence was approved by the Second Continental Congress.  They took a chance and the United States of America is glad they did.  Let’s see what all this energy will bring.

While I’m not qualified in any way to read neither stars nor planets, I am intimately linked with the paranormal in the world. Change is coming our way. In many ways, so are you.

The week ahead for:

Aries

A pixie is singing your song and it will bring a smile to your lips.  Enjoy music more this week as it will enliven your spirit.

Taurus

A vampire will bring you the cool night breezes and a different viewpoint that will benefit you.

Gemini

A flying elephant will not only bring you to a new height of accomplishment but will lend you her wisdom.

Cancer

Vampires cherish the few hours of summer night to play.  Cherish your playtime too!

Leo

A dark shapeshifter will come your way.  They cannot stay, but their visit will give you new energy.

Virgo

It is bad to follow the fairy lights into the woods.  Invite new friends into the warmth of your life instead, and watch the magic happen.

Libra

Okay.  You’ve had one elf too many.  It’s time to cut your losses and get out while the getting’s good.  New opportunities show themselves.

Scorpio

A mermaid sings your praises and water carries sound.  Unexpected people in power have heard of you.

Sagittarius

One gift from a werewolf is enough to give you warm and fuzzy thoughts.  Good for you.  The weres have their cuddly side.  Enjoy.

Capricorn

The elves think you’re special.  You’re going to find a grace in everything you do this week.  Go ahead with new prospects.

Aquarius

Aslan walks the land in triumph.  It’s going to be a week filled with adventure.  Keep good friends close, and extend your hand to a new friend.

Pieces

Gnomes love creating.  Be creative and share your gift with others.  It’s your time!

–Susan

Susan Hanniford Crowley

http://www.susanhannifordcrowley.com

P.S.  I am running a contest on the News page of my website.  For details, please, go visit.  Remember to enter your secret word “rattle.”

 

Filed under: Susan Hanniford Crowley, Weekly Paranormal-Scope

Interview with Elizabeth Delisi

by C. Margery Kempe

I’m delighted to have fellow Tirgearr author Elizabeth Delisi drop by for a chat. Her mystery Fatal Fortune has just come out and it’s generating lots of buzz. Here’s the blurb:

No one in Cheyenne, North Dakota believes in Lottie Baldwin’s psychic abilities; especially not Harlan Erikson, Lottie’s boyfriend and Chief Deputy in the Sheriff’s Office.

When a friend’s husband disappears, Lottie can’t leave it to Harlan to discover what happened to Harry.

Armed with her courage and her tarot cards, Lottie tries to solve the mystery herself, regardless of who attempts to stop her: Harlan, her friend—or the criminal.

Welcome, Liz! Let me ask you a few things.If you were a book, what would your tagline be?

“Let the Sun Shine In”

What inspired Fatal Fortune?

A combination of two things was my inspiration. First, my book club magazine advertised a deck of tarot cards. I’d never seen tarot cards in person, so I purchased the deck and really enjoyed working with them. Second, I saw a TV interview with a psychic who was consulted by the police on missing children cases. That made me think, “What if a psychic who used tarot cards knew something about a crime, but she couldn’t get the police—or anyone else—to believe her?

What started you writing romance?

I love to read, and naturally romance is a big part of my reading list. One of my early favorite authors was Victoria Holt, so that led me to want to write romance.

How did you develop your craft?

Oh, gosh. Reading, writing, reading, taking writing classes, reading, studying how-to-write books, reading, working with critique partners, and reading.

What makes a great heroine?

Strong but with a little vulnerability. Smart. Kind, thoughtful, not willing to be walked on. Always there for family and friends. Generous, fun to be around.

What’s sexy?

Tenderness, love, willing to take “no” for an answer, empathy, a gentle touch, a quirky smile, comfortable in one’s own skin, not being in a rush, listening.

What makes you laugh?

My family. Friends. Favorite comedies. My parakeet’s antics. Kittens and puppies. Toddlers. Joy!

Do you ever incorporate real people/events into your stories?

Not directly, though they can be an inspiration, a jumping-off point.

How do you balance writing with the rest of your life?

My husband puts in many hours on his job, and since our kids are grown, I try to get all my work done during his working  hours. I rarely write during the time he’s home.

What’s the most common mistake people make about you?

People think because I’m soft-spoken and a peacemaker, I don’t have a temper. Trust me, I do. It just takes the right trigger to bring it out.

What ambitions do you have ahead of you?

I hope to keep writing for many, many years—“retirement” for me will just mean more writing time!

What’s the best advice you ever received?

Never give up. You can only fail if you quit.

If money were no object, what would be your ideal vacation?

Fear of flying would have to be no object, too. If so, I’d love to go to Egypt, see the ancient ruins, spend days in the

museums, maybe ride a camel. It would be a dream come true.

What’s next for you?

I’m working on a sequel to Fatal Fortune, called Perilous Prediction.

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The World According to Liz

Excerpt:

November 10, 1980

Harry Larson turned into the rough dirt clearing surrounding the old Cheyenne water tower. He drove in a wide, slow arc, facing the car in the direction he’d come. He wanted to be ready to leave in a hurry.

The headlights shone through the rust-covered legs of the tower, casting an eerie shadow like a huge, misshapen spider waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting victim.

He turned off the lights and killed the engine. Darkness enveloped him. There was no moon tonight.

As he waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, he strained to hear a noise. The roar or a motor, perhaps, or the crunch of tires. But there was nothing; not a sound.

At last he was able to discern vague objects: the silent water tower humped above him; the withered stalks of a November cornfield on one side of the tower; the nameless, leaning tombstones of an ancient cemetery on the other.

Then he saw something familiar in the far corner of the lot. A bulky shape, boxy and squat. It was a car. How long had it been sitting there? He hadn’t noticed it when he pulled into the cemetery or when he’d backed into the spot where his car now sat.

Harry squinted, trying to see better. He thought he could make out a dark figure sitting on the hood. His heart thumped in his chest.

He chuckled nervously, running his hands through his thinning brown hair. His errand was serious, no doubt of that; but he was letting the overgrown cemetery influence him too much. Next, he’d have the figure flapping a monstrous set of bat wings and flying off into the night. Ridiculous.

He opened the car door. The cold North Dakota wind rushed in and surrounded him. He got out and slammed the door, trying to retain some of the heat. His eyes never leaving the still figure, he walked away from his car, his cocoon of safety, into the overgrown back corner of the lot.

He felt the figure watching him as he approached, waiting for him to come close.

Harry was within fifteen feet now. Twelve. Ten. He could still turn and walk away—run, if he had to. He didn’t have to go through with it. If he didn’t say anything, no one else would ever find out.

He thought of Janet. Sweet wife. What would she think of him if she knew? Would she want him to close his eyes, to pretend he didn’t see what was happening right under his nose? Would she put personal safety above integrity?

Then, there was Laura. When she grew up, would she be ashamed to discover that her daddy had been a coward?

Harry squared his shoulders. He’d do what he’d set out to do. He would stop the thing before anyone got hurt.

He stopped in front of the car where the figure remained on the hood. Having decided his course, Harry plunged in. “I know what you’ve been up to. I know all about it. Did you really think I wouldn’t find out? You didn’t cover your tracks very well.”

The figure grimaced. “You have more intelligence than I gave you credit for, I admit.”

“You can’t believe you’ll get away with it. If I found out, then other people will, too. Sooner or later, you’ll be stopped.”

“I don’t think so.” The voice was thick with conceit. “I have, as the saying goes, friends in high places.”

“Do you think they’ll go out on a limb for you? Jeopardize themselves, their careers and reputations, to protect you?”

“Yes. They have to. They’re in no position to do otherwise. I have certain…information about them. Information that could be very embarrassing, to say the least, if it were to come out.”

“I see.” Harry rubbed his hands together in the frigid night air, stalling for time. “That still leaves me. You can’t possibly have anything incriminating on me, and I don’t intend to back down.”

There was a short silence. “We’re both reasonable people,” the figure said at last. “I can make it worth your while to keep this quiet. Think of all the things you could do for your family with a large ‘bonus.’ You’ll find I’m very generous with my friends.”

Harry waved his hand. “No deal. You can’t buy my silence.”

The dark figure clenched its fists, raising them to chest level. “Then, you give me no choice. You can’t stop me.”

“Oh, can’t I?” Harry shook his head in disgust. “When you asked me this afternoon to meet you here, I hoped you’d had a change of heart, and I was willing to support you. I would have stood by you all the way. Obviously, I was wrong. I’ve been a fool.”

He turned away and started back toward his own car. The night air was crisp in his nostrils; a light snow was beginning to fall. Though disappointed at the outcome, he felt shaky with relief that the ordeal was over.

He heard a sudden, furtive noise behind him. Harry jumped, started to turn. Before he could see the source of the sound, face his foe, he felt a crushing blow on the back of his head. A million hot sparks exploded behind his eyes as he sank down toward the frozen ground.

For a moment, Harry lay motionless. The quiet night air was full of unwonted sound: heavy footsteps; muffled rustling; the jingle of keys. The car door slammed and tires spun. Above it all, he heard his once pounding heartbeat slowing as his body relaxed. The last thing he saw was the car’s red tail lights fading into the distance. And then eternal blackness overcame him.

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Filed under: C. Margery Kempe, inspiration, Interview, Kit Marlowe, Mystery, mystery romance, paranormal, paranormal romance, romance, Romance suspense, Suspense

A New Facebook Twist, Waiting for Baby, & A Contest

First off, you may not know this but Facebook has given everyone with a profile page a new email address, a Facebook email address.  If you previously put an email where you’d like people to contact you, it may now be hidden from the public with the Facebook address being your default.  If you don’t want this, then click on About, then Contact Information.  Click Edit.  You will see little symbols with arrow downs next to the email address.  Scroll over them.  If the one you want is “Hidden from the Timeline”, click on it and change it “Shown”.   If you do not want the Facebook email address, then click on the “Shown” symbol and change it to “Hidden.”  Yes, this is new in Facebook.  I got a new Facebook email and received no notice about it.  How about you?

Second off, one of my daughters is having a baby… soon…very, very soon.  We’re on pins and needles here waiting.  I also injured my back again this week.  I am recovering but my first priority is seeing my first grandchild.  We’re all excited about this and in order to accommodate the waiting couple, I’ve put a lot of things on the back burner.  I’ve been told I’m not on Facebook much.  Well, now you know why.  As soon as I know, I’ll post an announcement!  Can wait to meet the new tiniest member of the Passionate Crew!

Last off, I’m having a contest to celebrate the baby.  I’m starting it on July 2nd on the News page of http://www.susanhannifordcrowley.com

You will have to go there and follow the directions.  Only readers of Nights of Passion, my newsletter readers, and my private Fans of Susan Hanniford Crowley group are eligible.   Each group will be given a secret word equal to one entry in the contest.

The secret word for the wonderful readers of Nights of Passion is “Rattle.”

Don’t forget to enter on Monday, July 2nd!

–Susan

Susan Hanniford Crowley

http://www.susanhannifordcrowley.com

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