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October 29, 2012
Binding Secrets Release Delayed!!!! ***UPDATE***
As you all know, we were shooting for an October 31st release, but we've run into some technical issues that may not be resolved in time for Wednesday. Ahhhh!!!
If the issues are not resolved by Friday 11/2, then we will release Tuesday 11/6!!!
I apologize to those who are waiting for the release and hope you all can stay with me! We've been working diligently to get any and all issues resolved, but some things are just unavoidable sometimes. I'll keep you all posted as soon as the book is available. Remember, you can always check the status on Twitter, Facebook or My Website.
Sorry guys!! :(
If the issues are not resolved by Friday 11/2, then we will release Tuesday 11/6!!!
I apologize to those who are waiting for the release and hope you all can stay with me! We've been working diligently to get any and all issues resolved, but some things are just unavoidable sometimes. I'll keep you all posted as soon as the book is available. Remember, you can always check the status on Twitter, Facebook or My Website.
Sorry guys!! :(
Binding Secrets Release Delayed!!!!
As you all know, we were shooting for an October 31st release, but we've run into some technical issues that may not be resolved in time for Wednesday. Ahhhh!!! It will only be delayed a few days, at most, so it will still be coming this week, likely by Friday.
I apologize to those who are waiting for the release and hope you all can stay with me! We've been working diligently to get any and all issues resolved, but some things are just unavoidable sometimes. I'll keep you all posted as soon as the book is available. Remember, you can always check the status on Twitter, Facebook or My Website.
Sorry guys!! :(
I apologize to those who are waiting for the release and hope you all can stay with me! We've been working diligently to get any and all issues resolved, but some things are just unavoidable sometimes. I'll keep you all posted as soon as the book is available. Remember, you can always check the status on Twitter, Facebook or My Website.
Sorry guys!! :(
October 25, 2012
October 23, 2012
A little about life - Indie Author Network {Guest Post!!}
A little about life - Indie Author Network
Most days are the same. We go through the motions at work or school to reach the end goal, which is pretty much the same for everyone: happiness and comfort. So what does it mean when this doesn't happen?
Here's a snippet into my life...
When I was seventeen, I became pregnant with my first child. I busted my tail to finish high school, and did so just weeks before delivering. That's right, I got my diploma! Right before my nineteenth birthday, my son's father and I were married and he left for basic training for the Army National Guard. I was a proud wife and mommy. Despite the early start, our little family was starting to go somewhere...I thought.
After my husband came home, I became pregnant with baby number two. We struggled a bit at first, but we had plans of buying a house were moving on from our tumultuous past (which I don't feel necessary to divulge- just know it was typical of high school relationships). Again, I thought wrong. At five months pregnant and our one year wedding anniversary, he told me he was leaving me. My world tumbled, crashed and burned.
Click to read more!!!
Most days are the same. We go through the motions at work or school to reach the end goal, which is pretty much the same for everyone: happiness and comfort. So what does it mean when this doesn't happen?
Here's a snippet into my life...
When I was seventeen, I became pregnant with my first child. I busted my tail to finish high school, and did so just weeks before delivering. That's right, I got my diploma! Right before my nineteenth birthday, my son's father and I were married and he left for basic training for the Army National Guard. I was a proud wife and mommy. Despite the early start, our little family was starting to go somewhere...I thought.
After my husband came home, I became pregnant with baby number two. We struggled a bit at first, but we had plans of buying a house were moving on from our tumultuous past (which I don't feel necessary to divulge- just know it was typical of high school relationships). Again, I thought wrong. At five months pregnant and our one year wedding anniversary, he told me he was leaving me. My world tumbled, crashed and burned.
Click to read more!!!
October 21, 2012
October 18, 2012
Drowning in books and Michael Jackson
As most of you know, I've been working feverishly to finish up
Binding Secrets
for its Halloween release and busting tail to make sure there aren't any loose ends. In the mean time, I've been gearing up for what I hope to be a great Halloween with the kiddos this year. The boyfriend and I have decided to dress up as Roman people and we're pretty into Halloween so hopefully we can give it a good go. I'll definitely post some pics of our family outing that we're planning so you all can see the craziness.
Speaking of Halloween and costumes, my five year old son is obsessed with Michael Jackson. When I say obsessed, I mean this kid lives and breaths MJ and constantly sings Thriller and Bad. Last night, he and his brother were singing Smooth Criminal so loud, it was ridiculous. Of course, I can't help but sing right along considering the songs are from when I was a kid. I remember singing with my sister on our karaoke machine and trying to mimic MJ's classic vocal "oh's" and "he-he's". It's equally as entertaining to watch my five year old bust out the moonwalk (or something close to it) and other classic moves. I can't help but laugh at his quirkiness.
On another note, my children are book reading machines. Between a school book fair, Scholastic books from the classroom and Books-A-Million, I've spent A LOT of money on books over the last few weeks. Not to mention a neighborhood boy gave them about ten other books. I'll need to find us a sturdy bookshelf! While my books are primary on my Nook or Kindle App, I did keep some of my favorites in print simply because I couldn't part with them. Some books just mean that much to me (yes, I know I'm a nerd!).
Well, I'll be heading to do some more work on Binding Secrets . I'm on a very tight schedule and need to get it done for you guys. Talk to you soon!!!
Speaking of Halloween and costumes, my five year old son is obsessed with Michael Jackson. When I say obsessed, I mean this kid lives and breaths MJ and constantly sings Thriller and Bad. Last night, he and his brother were singing Smooth Criminal so loud, it was ridiculous. Of course, I can't help but sing right along considering the songs are from when I was a kid. I remember singing with my sister on our karaoke machine and trying to mimic MJ's classic vocal "oh's" and "he-he's". It's equally as entertaining to watch my five year old bust out the moonwalk (or something close to it) and other classic moves. I can't help but laugh at his quirkiness.
On another note, my children are book reading machines. Between a school book fair, Scholastic books from the classroom and Books-A-Million, I've spent A LOT of money on books over the last few weeks. Not to mention a neighborhood boy gave them about ten other books. I'll need to find us a sturdy bookshelf! While my books are primary on my Nook or Kindle App, I did keep some of my favorites in print simply because I couldn't part with them. Some books just mean that much to me (yes, I know I'm a nerd!).
Well, I'll be heading to do some more work on Binding Secrets . I'm on a very tight schedule and need to get it done for you guys. Talk to you soon!!!
October 14, 2012
Pitch Slapped!
So my boyfriend and I went to see Pitch Perfect tonight. It was epically funny and witty as well as incredibly entertaining and catchy. Brian and I are HUGE movie buffs and we're behind on some of the flicks that have come out over the last few weeks, but I'm so happy we decided to see Pitch Perfect first.
There wasn't really an aspect of this movie I didn't like. I thought the love/hate thing between
And who doesn't love
So, I couldn't help but to say something about this movie. If you haven't seen it yet, you need to! Got get Pitch Slapped...it's a good thing!
There wasn't really an aspect of this movie I didn't like. I thought the love/hate thing between
And who doesn't love
So, I couldn't help but to say something about this movie. If you haven't seen it yet, you need to! Got get Pitch Slapped...it's a good thing!
October 12, 2012
Face Palm...
Again, I've been a bum and forgotten to write my blog that I, yet again, promised at a certain time. One of these days I'll learn to schedule things a bit better so they don't overlap. (I'm really bad about that!)
So, here I am at 1:22 AM trying to find the right scene to include. There have been so many "deleted scenes" it's almost impossible to pick one that is polished enough to post without being embarrassed! Most of my scenes are extremely rough, as I write things down before I forget, and I hate to put unedited work out there. However, sometimes you just gotta do whatchya gotta do!
So here's a deleted scene. I'm not sure which book it was from or what changed to make me exclude it. When the characters talk, I listen...
Deleted Scene from Legacy of Secrets {unedited}
He
took my hand and led me up the wooden stairs and, for the first time, I was
able to appreciate the beauty of his home. I’d spent most of my time wandering
around so much I could find my way in the dark, yet I never realized how large
the house was. He kept it free of dust or clutter, but it was clear that most
of the items were never touched more than they had to be. Pictures donned the
walls of the long hallway; some of family and other of beautiful landscapes and
waterfalls. Pretty autumn colored wreaths wound in the spaces where the wall
might show. Small nick-knacks were positioned neatly on cascading shelves
beneath the pictures. It all looked as if it were from a magazine rather than
ever being lived in. Everything had its place and Christian made a point to
keep it that way.
“This
house really is beautiful. This is the type of home people dream about you
know.”
“Well
my father worked very hard to give my mother everything she wanted. While he never
faltered from his vows to her. He was the type of man everyone wanted to be but
was too afraid to admit it. The type of man I hope to be one day.”
“You’re
lucky. You can remember your parents. I’m having a hard time with that these
days. I’ve spent so much time ignoring the pain that I’ve ignored the pleasant
memories as well. The worst part is that I don’t know how to get it back. Am I
terrible for that?”
“No,
you’re not terrible. You’re in pain. That pain will never really go away but it
will subside. It’s all about how you mourn and what you choose to celebrate
about their lives.”
“Celebrate?
How could I ever possibly celebrate what happened to them?” I asked bewildered.
I winced as the mental pictures fluttered through my mind. I often dreamt about
the night they died and nothing was more frightening than reliving that
horrible night.
“Silly
girl…not celebrating what happened to
them, celebrating their lives.
Granted they were short, but great things came from them and those things
should be celebrated. That’s how you remember the good things and the bad
become less relevant.”
“I
can’t remember much of what they had done. I was thirteen when they died. I
want to remember, but it’s hard. I’d like to know what accomplishments they
made.”
“Lia,
you’re missing my point” he had led me to a room at the end of the hall and
still held my hand as he spoke softly; a smile playing in the corners of his
mouth. Breathlessly
I answered his challenge, a bit annoyed. I hated it when he danced around the
subject.
“Well what is it then? I’m not a mind reader.”
“You
may not remember them, but the greatest thing they did is staring at me.” He
laughed briefly yet deeply, clearly amused. “I don’t think you realize how
adorable you are when you try to be angry with me. If you weren’t absolutely
frightening when you were furious, I might have tempted you one day” he laughed
aloud and all I could do was melt into his laughter with my own.
“Well,
I think you’re a bit biased. I’m no catch. Besides, how can I celebrate myself?
That seems a bit conceited don’t you think?”
“Happiness,
Lia. Celebrating is about happiness. Indulge in what elates you and your
possibilities could be endless. I indulge myself with you, which is incredibly
selfish, but you are my happiness” he kissed my fingers that were wound in his
and my heart fluttered.
His lips were soft and warm on my skin and an
unexpected burst of rippling joy exploded through every pore on my body. I’d never felt that before and I wasn’t sure how to control it. Instead
of focusing on an object or a way to channel, my attention was only on him. He attempted to tell me how he felt, but didn't quite succeed. But when he spoke to me sincerely, without guard, he didn't have to say a word.
I couldn’t take my eyes away from him and I could feel my joyous bubble
growing larger which each beat of my heart. The only thing I could see was
Christian and I never wanted him to let me go. This wasn’t the same passion as
the night before, not quite as raw. I knew then, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that
he was my rock; my bread and water; my air. Soft, happy
tears to fell freely as I used the fingers he was kissing to turn his face toward mine. I didn’t think that he could feel the bubble, but he was instantly
on guard when he saw me. Before he could say anything I blurted, “I love you."
So, here I am at 1:22 AM trying to find the right scene to include. There have been so many "deleted scenes" it's almost impossible to pick one that is polished enough to post without being embarrassed! Most of my scenes are extremely rough, as I write things down before I forget, and I hate to put unedited work out there. However, sometimes you just gotta do whatchya gotta do!
So here's a deleted scene. I'm not sure which book it was from or what changed to make me exclude it. When the characters talk, I listen...
Deleted Scene from Legacy of Secrets {unedited}
He
took my hand and led me up the wooden stairs and, for the first time, I was
able to appreciate the beauty of his home. I’d spent most of my time wandering
around so much I could find my way in the dark, yet I never realized how large
the house was. He kept it free of dust or clutter, but it was clear that most
of the items were never touched more than they had to be. Pictures donned the
walls of the long hallway; some of family and other of beautiful landscapes and
waterfalls. Pretty autumn colored wreaths wound in the spaces where the wall
might show. Small nick-knacks were positioned neatly on cascading shelves
beneath the pictures. It all looked as if it were from a magazine rather than
ever being lived in. Everything had its place and Christian made a point to
keep it that way.
“This
house really is beautiful. This is the type of home people dream about you
know.”
“Well
my father worked very hard to give my mother everything she wanted. While he never
faltered from his vows to her. He was the type of man everyone wanted to be but
was too afraid to admit it. The type of man I hope to be one day.”
“You’re
lucky. You can remember your parents. I’m having a hard time with that these
days. I’ve spent so much time ignoring the pain that I’ve ignored the pleasant
memories as well. The worst part is that I don’t know how to get it back. Am I
terrible for that?”
“No,
you’re not terrible. You’re in pain. That pain will never really go away but it
will subside. It’s all about how you mourn and what you choose to celebrate
about their lives.”
“Celebrate?
How could I ever possibly celebrate what happened to them?” I asked bewildered.
I winced as the mental pictures fluttered through my mind. I often dreamt about
the night they died and nothing was more frightening than reliving that
horrible night.
“Silly
girl…not celebrating what happened to
them, celebrating their lives.
Granted they were short, but great things came from them and those things
should be celebrated. That’s how you remember the good things and the bad
become less relevant.”
“I
can’t remember much of what they had done. I was thirteen when they died. I
want to remember, but it’s hard. I’d like to know what accomplishments they
made.”
“Lia,
you’re missing my point” he had led me to a room at the end of the hall and
still held my hand as he spoke softly; a smile playing in the corners of his
mouth. Breathlessly
I answered his challenge, a bit annoyed. I hated it when he danced around the
subject.
“Well what is it then? I’m not a mind reader.”
“You
may not remember them, but the greatest thing they did is staring at me.” He
laughed briefly yet deeply, clearly amused. “I don’t think you realize how
adorable you are when you try to be angry with me. If you weren’t absolutely
frightening when you were furious, I might have tempted you one day” he laughed
aloud and all I could do was melt into his laughter with my own.
“Well,
I think you’re a bit biased. I’m no catch. Besides, how can I celebrate myself?
That seems a bit conceited don’t you think?”
“Happiness,
Lia. Celebrating is about happiness. Indulge in what elates you and your
possibilities could be endless. I indulge myself with you, which is incredibly
selfish, but you are my happiness” he kissed my fingers that were wound in his
and my heart fluttered.
His lips were soft and warm on my skin and an
unexpected burst of rippling joy exploded through every pore on my body. I’d never felt that before and I wasn’t sure how to control it. Instead
of focusing on an object or a way to channel, my attention was only on him. He attempted to tell me how he felt, but didn't quite succeed. But when he spoke to me sincerely, without guard, he didn't have to say a word.
I couldn’t take my eyes away from him and I could feel my joyous bubble
growing larger which each beat of my heart. The only thing I could see was
Christian and I never wanted him to let me go. This wasn’t the same passion as
the night before, not quite as raw. I knew then, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that
he was my rock; my bread and water; my air. Soft, happy
tears to fell freely as I used the fingers he was kissing to turn his face toward mine. I didn’t think that he could feel the bubble, but he was instantly
on guard when he saw me. Before he could say anything I blurted, “I love you."
October 9, 2012
Another day...another 500 words
It seems every time I sit down to write, something stops me dead in my tracks. Tonight, I had a lot of things to do for the kiddos so everything else took second place to that. One thing I pride myself on is that even if I'm busy, I'm still a mommy first and that's my most important job. Next is, of course, my regular job than my writing and school probably tie. But I digress.
A measly 500 words was all I managed to pump out thus far. I'm about to lay down and do some hand writing to see what I can come up with. The only bad part is I have about two weeks to finish this book and some parts that haven't been configured yet. Woohoo! I'm starting to sweat!
I'll be posting my progress throughout the process of finishing Binding Secrets in hopes that you all might share some of my enthusiasm. Check back tomorrow for something completely different. A DELETED SCENE!!!
TTFN- Lisa <3
A measly 500 words was all I managed to pump out thus far. I'm about to lay down and do some hand writing to see what I can come up with. The only bad part is I have about two weeks to finish this book and some parts that haven't been configured yet. Woohoo! I'm starting to sweat!
I'll be posting my progress throughout the process of finishing Binding Secrets in hopes that you all might share some of my enthusiasm. Check back tomorrow for something completely different. A DELETED SCENE!!!
TTFN- Lisa <3
October 8, 2012
First Convention/Event...Success??
Being fairly new to the publishing scene, it's hard to determine what is a success and what isn't. Some dictate that success simply means you were about to hand out business cards and yell your name over the crowd, while others pose success as so much more. I haven't had enough experience to gauge success, but I'm getting there...I think.
This weekend, I participated as a vendor at the Handmade & Bound Nashville event. It was an arts festival/convention and they promote a little bit of everything. Although self-publishing doesn't constitute me making the books myself, I pretty much have done everything else, so I said what the hell and there I was. My wonderful and supporting boyfriend, Brian, toughed it out for the six hours we entertained a few people with the new learning experience.
I sold a few copies, put the bug in many ears and ultimately got a feel for what I need to do from here on out. It wasn't incredibly fun, as work is work, but it was more fun than my desk job!! I got to meet some really nice and talented people all while promoting each other and listening to some good music.
Overall, for the very first event I think it went fairly well. Hopefully, I'll be a little more in my element next time. Here's a few photos that we were able to take :)
This weekend, I participated as a vendor at the Handmade & Bound Nashville event. It was an arts festival/convention and they promote a little bit of everything. Although self-publishing doesn't constitute me making the books myself, I pretty much have done everything else, so I said what the hell and there I was. My wonderful and supporting boyfriend, Brian, toughed it out for the six hours we entertained a few people with the new learning experience.
I sold a few copies, put the bug in many ears and ultimately got a feel for what I need to do from here on out. It wasn't incredibly fun, as work is work, but it was more fun than my desk job!! I got to meet some really nice and talented people all while promoting each other and listening to some good music.
Overall, for the very first event I think it went fairly well. Hopefully, I'll be a little more in my element next time. Here's a few photos that we were able to take :)
