Bridget Allison's Blog, page 3
December 5, 2013
Bridget Allison, author of Maid for Mayhem, Maid in the Shade
Well I am awfully glad to have Maid in the Shade out. I have to confess I was finished with it long before I uploaded it. I won't do that on the third. Although #3, Maid in Waiting certainly starts with a bang you will find more of the humor you enjoyed in the first book in the Maid for Murder series. Although it is a series I do not want to make it very predictable and of course I'm Southern and Irish so we can find humor in the bleakest events. Above me there on this page you'll see my husband's foot and a squirrel I rehabbed. "Kiddo" was almost dead when we got her, ten days later she was ready to go. I've raised animals from the "pink and blind" stages who weren't as attached to us as Kiddo has become. I started putting food out for her now and again at one point when she lost most of her tail to a fox. She lost her boyfriend too (men). Now it has grown back, a little crooked but she has a fellow again. It probably doesn't hurt that we continue to leave a few nuts at the front door.
Anyway, I do look forward to hearing from you about Maid in the Shade. You can find me on Amazon or email me at ballison1st@aol.com! Amazon has me in the KDP Select program, so unfortunately I won't be able to sell either book through BN or ITunes for a few weeks. If you have trouble getting a copy email me and we will figure out a quick fix for you.
January 11, 2013
Bridget Allison, author of Maid for Mayhem, Blog of the Day
My favorite text from client today: "So what are they checking my well for?" Me "fecal matter."Him: "So basically they are looking for s**t?"
Me: I hate that word, it's so coarse. Now stop texting me so I can call the fucking seller with the results."
Hi, glad you are back, or here for the first time. I apologize to all of you who have asked when, oh when will that second book in the series Maid in the Shade, A Gretchen Gallen Maid for Murder Series" be ready? February 15th. I'm just editing at this point. Please do not accidentally buy the author who copied my cover and title and the setting (hey I designed the cover and never thought it was that great) she just changed the color and sort of hijacked a few of my characters and made it free for awhile to get her numbers way up.
Well, look for my author name. I listened to your reviews and I thank you! Great insight and I want to be sure this will not disappoint you. Gretchen the crime scene cleaner is heading your way again (with Lucy, Mona, Jackson, Dallas & OF COURSE Jared and Ben with all the complications they add! Cannot wait to hear from you again online at amazon or email me at ballison1st@aol.com!
October 25, 2011
Bridget's Blog
Death and Saxes
I've been to a number of funerals lately and I have decided, because of the unpredictable hodgepodge of family and friends who would attend, that I want a stranger to eulogize me when I go. I don't want wild tales told about leaving my coffee on the roof of my car so often that when a car honks at me I coolly open the sunroof & reach around for the mug. Or that I say "excuse me" to dogs if I cut in front of them, or when I was 17 my panties got caught in the jeans I was trying on & after a determined struggle I hung them BOTH back up on the rack & went home commando. I want someone to describe a cold, pragmatic and efficient woman: I am the human equivalent of a whirligig.
My father had his own unconventional plans for a funeral. BEFORE he died, or had even taken ill, he had hoped we would host an Irish Wake for him in a pub.His plan was to lie there peacefully as live music played softly in the background, his eyes closed, while mourners, gripping the odd pint of Guinesses, passed by; complimenting him on his lifelike appearance, how good he looked. "Then", he said "when I really go, just stick a bone up my ass and let the dogs carry me off." Ever since I was a teenager, I have had an appreciation for the ridiculous, mostly that which pertained to my large family but I never spare myself. I used these (unfortunately true) adventures in my "Maid for Murder" series and of course in my facebook account bridgetallison2. After posting anecdotes from my life for over a year, and the constant barrage of distressed comments I receive when I skip a daily post, I've been convinced to take up blogging, bearing in mind that I have no idea what I am doing yet.
My father had his own unconventional plans for a funeral. BEFORE he died, or had even taken ill, he had hoped we would host an Irish Wake for him in a pub. His plan was to lie there peacefully as live music played softly in the background, his eyes closed, while mourners, gripping the odd pint of Guinesses, passed by; complimenting him on his lifelike appearance, how good he looked. "Then, he said "when I really go, just stick a bone up my ass and let the dogs carry me off."
I trust you'll stick with me while I stumble through life and and enjoy my foibles as much as I do! My twitter account is @foralark, my facebook is bridgetallison2. Join me and hopefully I can add some humour to your day or at least a fresh perspective on just about everything.
I've been to a number of funerals lately and I have decided, because of the unpredictable hodgepodge of family and friends who would attend, that I want a stranger to eulogize me when I go. I don't want wild tales told about leaving my coffee on the roof of my car so often that when a car honks at me I coolly open the sunroof & reach around for the mug. Or that I say "excuse me" to dogs if I cut in front of them, or when I was 17 my panties got caught in the jeans I was trying on & after a determined struggle I hung them BOTH back up on the rack & went home commando. I want someone to describe a cold, pragmatic and efficient woman: I am the human equivalent of a whirligig.
My father had his own unconventional plans for a funeral. BEFORE he died, or had even taken ill, he had hoped we would host an Irish Wake for him in a pub.His plan was to lie there peacefully as live music played softly in the background, his eyes closed, while mourners, gripping the odd pint of Guinesses, passed by; complimenting him on his lifelike appearance, how good he looked. "Then", he said "when I really go, just stick a bone up my ass and let the dogs carry me off." Ever since I was a teenager, I have had an appreciation for the ridiculous, mostly that which pertained to my large family but I never spare myself. I used these (unfortunately true) adventures in my "Maid for Murder" series and of course in my facebook account bridgetallison2. After posting anecdotes from my life for over a year, and the constant barrage of distressed comments I receive when I skip a daily post, I've been convinced to take up blogging, bearing in mind that I have no idea what I am doing yet.
My father had his own unconventional plans for a funeral. BEFORE he died, or had even taken ill, he had hoped we would host an Irish Wake for him in a pub. His plan was to lie there peacefully as live music played softly in the background, his eyes closed, while mourners, gripping the odd pint of Guinesses, passed by; complimenting him on his lifelike appearance, how good he looked. "Then, he said "when I really go, just stick a bone up my ass and let the dogs carry me off."
I trust you'll stick with me while I stumble through life and and enjoy my foibles as much as I do! My twitter account is @foralark, my facebook is bridgetallison2. Join me and hopefully I can add some humour to your day or at least a fresh perspective on just about everything.
June 8, 2011
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