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Coming March 5th!

The official release date for Sheltered by Love is March 5, 2020!

I'm so thankful for my readers who have been patiently waiting for me to finally finish this book. It's been a bit of an up and down road in the writing process, but I'm pretty happy with this story, and I hope all you like it. The story has drama, animal rescues, and a slow-building romance.
Here's the blurb that will hopefully pique your interest in the story:
Suzanne Jericho let her anger get the better of her, with the result being two hundred hours of community service at the Humane Society’s animal shelter. Chrissy Stein is working at the animal shelter as a vet tech so she can help her beloved animals. 
Jericho, as Suzanne prefers to be called, comes from a rough around the edges, hardworking family. Chrissy comes from an uptight political family with whom she doesn’t fit. 
Although these two young women come from different backgrounds, they have a lot in common. They both love animals, their parents used to date, and they have both been hurt and used by past girlfriends. 
The attraction Jericho and Chrissy feel builds slowly, as does their friendship. Only time will tell if they will give their romantic feelings a chance to blossom into full-blown love. 

There will be giveaways that follow it's release, so please watch out for those. And, of course, those of you on my "First to Know" email list will get a special giveaway just for you. If you haven't signed up to one of the "First to Know" here's the link: http://eepurl.com/dx_rMT  

Consistently Inconsistent

If there's one thing I can say honestly about myself, it's that I'm consistently inconsistent partially because my life is always in a state of uproar. If you've been following me for any length of time, you know that my partner, Rosa and I are raising three of my grandchildren.

We have a 15-year-old boy, Jacob, who is a pretty good kid. He's in band and JROTC. He's spoiled and a bit bossy, but other than that, a pretty good kid.

We have a 13-year-old girl, Jazmyn, who is turning out to be a lot like her mother, and that's not a good thing. We're continually having to worry about her getting into trouble at school and with boys. The sad thing is that she had the potential to be a good kid, but has chosen to follow a harder path.

And then we have Julian. He's six, and he's really good at it. For the most part, he's a really good boy. We've chosen to homeschool him based on all the bad things we've gone through with our local school system and the other kids. Plus, Julian is very hyperactive, and I'm afraid he'd be grouped with other kids that are considered special needs. Not that there's anything wrong with special needs kids, it's the way this school system deals with them that is the problem.

Anyway, this is just part of our life.

On top of dealing with the kids, which Rose has taken over since she's been retired, I work at a public library. Now, most people would think that would be the perfect job for a writer, and there was a time when that would have been true. Not today, not at our library. I work in the reference department where I spend 30 percent of my time helping patrons, and 70 percent babysitting adults who often don't know how to follow the rules, which is probably why the majority of them are homeless.

This problem is taking a toll on my nerves, which is affecting my writing and my home life. The daily fear of what might happen when I go to work is keeping me on edge. Most of the homeless population we have is okay people just going through a rough patch. The others are mostly drug addicts and drunks that think they can come to the library and sleep until the homeless shelter opens for the evening. Or, they are dealing their wares, assuming we don't know what they are doing. Unfortunately, without proof of what they are doing, there's nothing we can really do to stop them as long as they don't break the other library rules.

For several months now, I've been having a hard time concentrating and suffering from severe stress headaches. It's affected my ability to work on my writing. There's very little downtime for me to relax and focus on my craft.

Rose and I decided to buy a camper that will hopefully allow me to have the time I need to focus on my writing. A place where I can shut out the world for a little while and create new lesbian romances that my fans will love.

I want to thank everyone who has been patiently waiting for my next book. I'm in the last editing phases, and if the writing gods are willing, it will be out next month. And thanks for letting me have a little rant on here. I've been frustrated with the direction of my life and my inability to get any writing done. Hopefully, that is all going to change starting next month after we get the camper. My new home away from home.

More Beautiful for Having Been Broken

What's Going On?


Last weekend, my partner, Rosa, and I traveled with our oldest grandson, Jacob, and our Chihuahua/Shitzu mix dog, Ruby, to Winston-Salem, North Carolina, to see the Nicole Conn's new film, More Beautiful for Having Been Broken. When we made plans to go, we didn't know that Nicole would be there for the Out At the Movies Film Festival where the movie was shown. I can't even tell you how over the moon I was at the thought I would finally get to meet Nicole in person. And, it was even more wonderful of an experience than I expected. Nicole is a very warm and kind person, and she was excited about meeting me too. We'd been conversing online for years. I have been a part of the group promoting this movie ever since Nicole first started putting it together, and it was going by the title of Nesting Doll. 
We also got to meet Lissa Forehan, the movie's producer. She was super nice. I'm glad Nicole has wonderful people like Lissa helping her get this movie in front of audiences around the world. 
I've been telling people about Nicole's films ever since I first saw Claire of the Moon more than 24 years ago. As far as I am concerned, she is the very best lesbian filmmaker, independent or otherwise. Rosa has even called her the Steven Spielberg of lesbian films. 
My current project, besides reworking my next adult lesbian romance under the working title of Nature of Love, is getting More Beautiful for Having Been Broken screened in Bowling Green, Kentucky, or the surrounding area. I've sent an email to a professor at Western Kentucky University about having the film shown there, and I'm on the search for other places and groups that might be interested in showing the film. 
I'm also going to be working with other Nicole Conn fans to get More Beautiful for Having Been Broken on Netflix. Nicole's film, A Perfect Ending is already available on Netflix. So if you haven't seen that yet, I hope you'll check it out. All of her other films are available on Amazon. You can even get the entire romance collection in a set that is very reasonably priced. 
My Review of More Beautiful for Having Been Broken
Although this film is about three women whose lives intersect at a lakeside resort, I found the movie to be more about the special needs boy, Freddie. His contagious positivity and charism draws out the very best in people and brings them together. 
Here's my review of the film:
Kintsukuroi is the Japenese word that means; more beautiful for having been broken. A beautiful word with a beautiful meaning for a beautiful movie. I'm not sure where to begin my review of Nicole Conn's new film More Beautiful for Having Been Broken: the gorgeous women, the adorable little boy, the beautiful scenery, cinematography, choreography, or the heartwarming story. All of these were interwoven into an expertly directed film that will warm your soul.

I think I'll start with the little boy, Freddie, played by Cale Ferrin. Besides being incredibly cute, this little man grabs you by your heartstrings and never lets you go. You will think about Freddie and how well Cale portrayed him long after the last credits of the movie have played. His strength and fierce determination will make you wish you had him as a champion in your life. He makes us realize how precious every minute we share with the people in our life is, and why it’s so important to let love be what guides us through life.

Freddie’s vibrant charism makes people want to be in his company. Even the stoic McKenzie, played by Zoe Ventoura can’t resist Freddie, despite her best efforts to ignore him. Freddie’s ability to see to the core of everything around him gives him the sense that McKenzie needs to be loved. She is as drawn to him as he is to her by the magical forces that bring people into our lives when we need them. This is definitely the case for these two people who become friends even though Freddie is a young boy with special needs, and McKenzie is a disheartened FBI agent. Two very different people from two very different worlds who find each other at the right time.

The ability to see the deeper meaning of things also helps Freddie see a connection between McKenzie and his overprotective mother, Samantha, played by Kayla Radomski. Both McKenzie and Samatha have built thick walls to protect themselves. The two women’s love for Freddie ultimately brings them together, even though their histories try to tear them apart.

Nicole’s films are usually about love stories between two women, but they always include more than just the romance. That is definitely true of this film. While the story contains the romance between two women, that is not the defining theme of the movie. This movie is about the power of love. How it can overcome fear and bring people together with an enduring bond that will last a lifetime.

All of the actors in this film were wonderful, including Nicole’s daughter, Gabrielle Baba-Conn. I felt the actors really connected to their roles, and that brought out really great performances. The cinematography captures the beauty of the landscape where the movie was filmed. There are some really fantastic sunset scenes that just take your breath away.

Kayla Radomski not only plays Freddie’s devoted mother, but she also choreographed the dance scenes in the movie. The art of ballet is interwoven throughout the film. It accentuates the love between Freddie and his mother, and between Samantha and McKenzie.
This film has already won several awards at film festivals around the country, including the following awards given by the International Independent Film Awards:

Best Actor - Cale FerrinBest Actress - Zoe VentouraBest Supporting Actress - Kayla RadomskiBest Choreography - Kayla RadomskiBest Narration for a Feature - Henry J CarrBest Original Score - Nami MelamudBest Editing - Nicole Conn & Dave EichhornBest Picture - Nicole Conn & Lissa ForehanBest Directing - Nicole Conn
The film is still out at movie festivals. Upcoming showings are listed below:
Desperado Film Festival in Phoenix, AZ October 12, 2019 at 5 p.m.
La Femme in Los Angeles, CA October 17-20, 2019 TBA

Where Is The Fall

What's going on!It's not as quite as bad here in southern Kentucky as the picture above, but it feels like it. It's been weeks since we've had rain and the average temperatures have been in the low to mid-90s. It's fall for Christ's sake. Where are my cool mornings? It's supposed to be in the 50s in the mornings and high 70s in the afternoons. Our days have been starting in the upper 70s. It's just crazy. It may or may not be global warming. We missed the record high of 98 degrees for today, set back in 1953, by one degree. 
For those of you going through menopause, or perimenopause, you know what I mean when I say this heat is killing me. I can't be outside for more than a few minutes. That's really bad for someone who is naturally an outside person. But, I've been sick this last week, so I wasn't going outside anyway. One of the joys of working with the public (I'm a librarian) is that you get exposed to everything that's going around because people don't have enough sense to stay home when they are sick. 
I have gotten the print book of Avalanche of Love closer to being available. Just a little tweaking to do. It's a bit bigger than I usually make my print books, but the print's also larger for those of us who struggle with tiny print. Hopefully, that will be done by the end of the week. 
Facebook PromiseFor those of you who follow me on Facebook, you might have seen a post where I was talking about the trouble I was having with the first chapter of this story I'm reworking. I started writing it last year and have more than 78,000 words of it written, but I wasn't happy with it. It's had a couple of different working titles, including "By the Ocean." That should give you a hint as to where it takes place. Well, part of the story takes place by the ocean. 
Anyway, I promised I post the reworked first chapter. I got some really great advice from other writers, and I put it to good use. So I'm going to post that chapter in the blog post. 
What I'm ReadingI'm still working on Courtney Stevens' "Dress Codes For Small Towns." It's not the type of story I would typically read, but I've recently met Courtney and decided to check out her work. It's a cute story. 
I'm almost done with "Moonlight Avenue" by Gerri Hill. This a mystery with a little romance in it. I've had a hard time putting it down. Work and life keep getting in my way, but I expect to have it finished tomorrow. 
Here's the Chapter!I'm posting the chapter below. I hope you'll visit my Facebook page and let me know what you think. https://www.facebook.com/metudorwriter/
Chapter One
The wind whipped Paige’s short dark brown hair across her face as the ocean breeze picked up with the impending storm. The local weatherman said the storm should be rolling in by midmorning. Paige was glad she had time to get her morning run in because it was supposed to rain for the next three days. That would regulate her run to her treadmill. She would much rather run along the beach. It was more strenuous but more relaxing. 
As a bank manager for a busy branch of a national chain, Paige needed as much relaxation as she could get. Some days were simple, and some days were horrific. Yesterday had been the latter kind of day. She’d had one angry customer that she feared she was going to have to call the police to have them removed from the bank. Days like that made her wish she didn’t work with the public. 
Paige adjusted her earbuds and pulled her phone out to turn the volume up on one of her favorite Nickleback songs. Picking up her pace, Paige ran to the hard-rocking beat of the music hoping to shake off the negative mood that was still plaguing her since yesterday’s ugly customer left the bank. 
Up ahead on the beach, Paige saw a woman lying at the edge of the surf. The long auburn hair made her think of the woman she’d seen sitting on the beach staring out at the water the past four mornings. Paige was pretty sure the woman was a tourist. She seemed very melancholy. Her expression was always pensive, even when she had turned to look at Paige the first morning she had been out here there had been no happy good morning greeting that most tourists usually gave, especially on their first day of vacation.
Alarm bells went off in Paige’s head as the woman didn’t move and allowed the waves to splash over her. What if she was dead? Paige changed direction and started running toward the woman. She was still a few minutes away when she saw the woman’s hands move, and she began to push herself up on her elbows. 
A massive wave was making its way toward the woman and would probably knock her back down if she didn’t move. “Hey!” Paige called out.
The woman probably couldn’t hear her with all the waves crashing around her. Paige called out again, but it was too late. The wave hit the woman and knocked her flat on her back, hitting her head hard on the packed sand. The woman tried to get up, but another wave crashed into her throwing her off balance. She fell face-first in the water. The wave pushed her down, and then pulled her further into the water as the surf pulled back into the ocean
Paige ripped her earbuds out and was about to throw her phone on the beach. She paused, deciding she’d rather strip off her shorts and keep her new iPhone safe in her pocket. She was wearing black bikini underwear and a sports bra, so it wasn’t like she was naked if she tossed the shorts. 
After discarding her shorts, and pitching them high up on the beach away from the water, Paige ran into the surf and grabbed the woman around her waist. 
An older man appeared next to her and helped her pull the unconscious woman up the beach and away from the water. An older woman that Paige assumed was the man’s wife, approached them with her phone to her ear. Paige could hear her talking to a 911 dispatcher, telling them where they were and what had happened. 
Paige’s years as a lifeguard kicked in and she began to examine the woman and check her vitals. The woman wasn’t breathing. Paige made sure nothing was blocking the airway and then started giving the woman mouth to mouth resuscitation. It only took a few attempts before the woman sucked in a breath and started to cough. Paige rolled her to her side so she could spit up the water in her lungs. She noted the taste of tequila on the woman’s breath. She’d probably been drinking and passed out on the beach.
When the woman rolled onto her back, Paige noticed a large knot on her forehead. She must have hit her head hard on a shell or something when the wave was tossing her around.
Pushing the woman’s long auburn hair away from her face, Paige confirmed that she was indeed the woman who had been out here the past four mornings. The woman opened her eyes and stared up at Paige with large hazel eyes.
“Are you a mermaid?” the woman asked in a rasping voice.
Paige chuckled. “No, I’m not a mermaid.”
“You’re very pretty,” the woman said and coughed again.
“Thank you,” Paige said and looked up at the older man who was kneeling next to them. 
“I think she might be going into shock,” he said and nodded in the woman’s direction. 
He was probably right, Paige thought when she looked down at the woman’s eyes. Her pupils were not the same size, and she was starting to shiver. “Do you happen to have a blanket or towel?” Paige asked the older woman. 
“No,” the woman shook her head. “We were just out for a walk.”
Paige noted their attire. Both were dressed in white shorts, short sleeves, shirts, and barefoot. The woman was holding both of their sandals in the hand that was not holding her phone. The woman’s clothes were pressed and pristine white, where the man’s were now soaked and covered in light brown sand. 
The man took off his shirt and put it over the woman’s upper body. “It’s a little wet, but it’s better than nothing,” he said.
Paige nodded. “Thank you.” She turned to the older woman who still had the ambulance dispatch on the phone and was telling them about their concern that the woman was going into shock. “Do they have an estimated time of arrival?”
The older woman asked the dispatcher about the ETA just as they heard sirens approaching and Paige saw the beach patrol’s truck racing toward them. “Thank God.” She turned back to the woman they had pulled from the water. She had closed her eyes. Paige gave her a gentle shake. “Ma’am? What’s your name?”
Those large hazel eyes opened and stared at Paige. Finally, the woman rasped, “Mermaid.”
“I’m not a mermaid. What’s your name?” Paige gave her another shake when she tried to close her eyes again.
“My sister won’t believe I met a mermaid.” 
“What’s your sister’s name?” Paige asked thinking that the sister must either be here on vacation with this woman or live here.
“Ann,” the woman said and tried to close her eyes again. 
Paige shook her again. “What’s your sister’s last name? Does she live here?”
“Cavanaugh. Birch street I think,” she said. 
Benny Garcia, one the beach patrolman, walked up to their group. “What you got here, Paige?”
Paige knew Benny from her lifeguard days. “She was lying at the edge of the surf when a couple of big waves came in. She tried to get it up, but the water took her down. I was on my morning run when I saw her lying there and became concerned when she wasn’t moving. I’d started to head in her direction and called out to try to warn her about the wave headed toward her, but she couldn’t hear me.” Paige pointed to the older man. “This gentleman helped me pull her out of the water.”
The older man said, “My wife and I were walking on the beach when we heard this young lady calling out to the woman on the beach. We saw the waves take her down when she tried to get up. I ran out to help.”
Benny was standing over Paige and the man as they both gave the auburn-haired woman gentle shakes to keep her awake. 
“My head hurts,” the woman said when Paige shook her again.
“I bet,” Paige said and turned to Benny. “There’s alcohol on her breath. I think she may have passed out on the beach.”
“I didn’t pass out,” the woman said, bringing Paige’s eyes back to her. “Just wanted to see a pretty sunrise.” The woman’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and lost consciousness. 
“Oh shit,” Paige said and tried to wake the woman again. “Ma’am! Wake up!”
The sirens drown out anything Paige was saying as the ambulance raced up to their location on the packed sand. The EMTs hopped out of the ambulance and started getting the equipment out of the ambulance. 
Paige and the older man moved out of the EMTs’ way. A police car had also arrived and a firetruck. The firemen helped the EMTs load the woman on a transfer board and put her on the ambulance while the two policemen took Paige and the older couple’s statement. 
The couple, Walter and Helen Bamberger, were visiting from Ohio. They, too, had seen this woman on the beach for the past four mornings. She’d arrived the day after they did and they suspected she was staying at one of the three condo buildings that shared this stretch of the beach. 
“She said her sister’s name is Ann Cavanaugh and she lives on Birch Street?” one of the officers asked Paige. 
“That was my understanding,” Paige said. “She never did give me her name.”
“Okay. We’ll search for an Ann Cavanaugh in this area,” the policeman said. 
“She’d been drinking. I could taste the tequila when I gave her mouth to mouth,” Paige said. 
The officer looked down at Paige’s underwear. “Do you always run like that?”
Paige blushed. “No. My shorts are over there,” she said, pointing to the blue pile of cloth on the ground. She went and retrieved her shorts, putting them on before returning the officers. 
The older couple had already started walking back to their rented condo. The ambulance was gone, but Benny was talking with the policemen when Paige rejoined them. “Did you need anything more from me?” 
“No, Ms. Cummings,” the officer who had done most of the talking said. “We appreciate all the information you were able to get. Hopefully, we’ll be able to find the woman’s sister and reunite their family.”
The two officers walked backed to their patrol car leaving Paige and Benny alone. “I need to get going,” Paige said, looking at the time on her phone. “I’m going to be late to work.”
“But you’re the boss,” Benny said with a laugh.
Paige rolled her eyes at him. “Yes, and I’m supposed to lead by example.” 
“Well, you did a good thing this morning. I’m sure your employees will understand,” Benny said and waved as he headed back to his patrol truck. “Call me, and we’ll go out for a beer sometime.”
“Will do,” Paige said and started jogging back in the direction toward her house. She only had forty-five minutes to shower and get to work. Thankfully, she didn’t have to be there for the bank to open. 

Where Does The Time Go

Being A Super Busy
I started writing this blog post on July 19th, and here it is September, and I'm just now getting back to finish it. I'm changing things because the original information is outdated. 
I spent the summer working on my new young adult lesbian romance, working, and trying to spend time with my grandkids. I have three grandsons who live in Colorado, so I only get to see them during the summer. This summer was so crazy that I didn't get to spend much time with them, which sucks, but it's the way things go sometimes. 
The grandkids my partner, Rosa and I are raising are back in school and doing lots of school stuff. My oldest grandson, Jacob, turned 15 this summer. I can't believe it. He's almost 6 feet tall and in marching band. My oldest granddaughter, Jazmyn, is 13 going on 23. Just praying all of us survive her being a teenager. My other grandson, Julian, that Rosa and I are raising is 6, and we are homeschooling him. Socialization has not been a good thing for the other kids, and as crazy as things are in our local schools, we're going to keep him home.
What else is going on?
Today, I wrote "The End" to the story I mentioned earlier. It's a little over 75,000 words that I'm putting on the shelf for a few weeks while I start editing a story that I started last year during NaNoWriMo. If the editing muses are in a good mood, maybe both books will come out before the end of the year. 
I still haven't finished making Avalanche of Love available in print. Amazon and I are still at odds about the formatting. Hopefully, things will slow down long enough for me to get the formatting right.
I'm also planning to publish both of the plays that I've written. They are both 10-minute, one scene plays. Last year "Is She or Isn't She" was performed at the Emerald Theater Company in Memphis, Tennessee. This year my play "She's My Sister" didn't get picked to be performed, but that's okay. But, I thought some of my fans might be interested in checking them out. (I wrote that back in July. Still, haven't done it yet.)
I also have a very short story that I hope to publish soon, so keep a watch out for that. 

What I'm reading!
I finished Annette Mori's book "Artist Free Zone." It was an enjoyable story. It made me feel sorry for Rosa having to deal with this flaky artist. Thank God she loves me.
I read "Finding You" by Emma Nichols. I really enjoyed this lovely romance that takes place in London and Paris and some other places in western Europe that I'm not very familiar with. (Finished this and the next book in the series "Remember Us." I liked them both a lot. Going to start the third book in that series soon.)
I'm ready Courtney Stevens' book, "Dress Code for Small Towns." It's starting out to be a cute story. I haven't gotten very far, though. I've also got Gerri Hill's "Midnight Avenue" on my shelf to read next.

What's New
I just rejoined Myspace, and I'm going to start creating mixes for my books from the songs that I've listened to a lot while I was writing. Music plays a significant role in my life, and if it does in yours too, you might like to know what songs inspired me during the writing of each book. You'll find a lot of overlap, especially with my romances. 
I'm going to stop here to make I get this posted tonight before something happens and I don't get it done. (Waiting on the granddaughter to come home after lying about her ride, going to be one of those nights.)

Highlight of My Week! Maybe My Year!

For the very first time ever, one of my books was a #1 New Release in Lesbian Romance!
Granted, it only lasted 3 days, it was still super nice, and it might make it's way back up the list.




What else is going on?I'm over 10,000 words into my new young adult lesbian romance. I really need to finish my play, but haven't gotten around to it. I've used some different avenues for promoting Avalanche of Love, and that seems to be paying off. I've gotten 5 reviews on Amazon, and 5 reviews on Goodreads and the book has only been out 14 days. 

Amazon and I are still not in agreement with the print version of the book, so hopefully, I will get that resolved this week. But, most of my sales come from digital. I mostly do the print books for family and friends.

How's Life?I went to Owensboro this weekend with my oldest, Jessica and her son, Jacob to see my other daughter, Michelle and youngest granddaughter, Deborah. ( I have 7 grandchildren. 5 boys and 2 girls from 15 years old to 2 years old.) We made tacos together to celebrate Mother's Day. We'll let me correct that, Michelle and I made tacos while Jessica texted with her boyfriend and everyone else watched TV in the living room. Typical Mother's Day. 

Last night Jacob and I went to see the band, Shinedown at the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville. It was Jacob's first real rock concert (he's almost 15), and we had a blast. It was a great show. I'm exhausted and can't wait to go to bed soon. 

Trips in the Works?A little less than 2 weeks until I got to Colorado with Michelle to get her boys. I'm really excited about the trip. On the way back we're going to stop in St. Louis and take her three boys to the St. Louis Zoo and the Arch. 

I've purchased the plane tickets for the trip to Florida to see my brother with Jacob over Father's Day. I booked a nice hotel close to the beach and have made plans to do some research reconnaissance for another book that I'm working on. 

As you can tell, not much has changed over the last week, except I finally made it to #1 New Release in Lesbian Romance, not to be confused with the #1 selling book in Lesbian Romance. Avalanche only made it to #2 so far, but that's still the highest I've been in that category. It was also #11 in Action & Adventure Romance where it is sharing the top 20 with the likes of Janet Evanovich.  
That sums it up.Those are the highlights of my week. If you like hard rock and get a chance to see Shinedown in a small venue like the Ryman, do it! You may not be able to hear the next day, but it's totally worth it.

It's Here!

Available on Amazon!

It's Here!Avalanche of Love is now on Amazon Kindle. If you don't read on Amazon Kindle, but would like a copy of the book, contact me directly at metudor.com@gmail.comI'm still working on the print version. Amazon and I have not come to an agreement about the cover, but I hope to have the print version available by the first of next week. 
What else is going on? Well, I'm writing a new young adult book. It's in it's earliest stages, so there's not much to tell yet. I'm also working on a play for the Emerald Theater Company's contest. I've written the basics of the play, but I need to edit it, and fine tune it. 
How's life?My partner, Rosa retired a few weeks ago, and I could not be happier for her. She spent a lot of years working and truly deserves this time off. Of course, she has taken over dealing with my three grandchildren we are raising, so she hasn't had much downtime. She has been able to work on her craft projects, and we're getting several ready for the flea market. She's going to be at the FleaLand Flea Market here in Bowling Green on May 25th with her son, so if you want some cute crafts, stop by and see them. 
Trips in the works.I love to travel, so I'm very excited to have two trips coming up. Labor Day weekend I'm driving to Montrose, Colorado with my daughter, Michelle. We're going out there to get her three boys. Colorado favors fathers in custody cases, especially if the father's family knows the judge, so Michelle's ex got custody of the boys. Grrr. Anyway, they come to Kentucky every summer, so we're going to get them. 
I used to live in Colorado, and I miss it, so I'm always excited about getting to go back to the mountains. 
The other trip will be in June. My grandson, Jacob and I are flying to Orlando, Florida to see my brother. We're all that's left of our immediate family, so I try to get down there at least once a year. I'm not that excited about going to Florida in the middle of the summer because it's going to be very hot, but my brother lives relatively close to the beach, so we'll get to cool off there. 
I'm going to use the trip as a research opportunity. A story I was working on last year takes place in this area, so I'm going to check some things out so I can make my story more authentic.
That sums up what's happening with me right now. I hope you'll check out Avalanche of Love and leave a review to let me know what you think. And visit my page on Facebook so you can keep an eye out for upcoming giveaways. 
Have a great week ya all!

Good Morning from the Midst of Chaos

Good morning!

I borrowed this picture from a blog called Patchwork Reflections because it could have been taken down the road from our house. I've seen many sunrises like this one here in south central Kentucky.

Ironically, the blog the photo came from hasn't been updated since 2013. It hasn't been quite that long since I updated this blog, but it has been almost four months. I'm not sure how many people actually read my attempts at keeping this blog up, but for those of you who do, thank you.

If you've been following me for the little over eight years I've been posting this blog, you know it's been quite the journey. I didn't even realize I've been posting that long. I'll have to go back and read some of my old blog posts for kicks.

So what have I been doing the past four months that have kept me from posting? So much! I dug out an old story that I posted on The Royal Academy of Bards site at least ten years ago and reworked it. If you're not familiar with The Royal Academy of Bards, it's a Xena-Gabrielle fan fiction site with a lot of great free works to read. I used to post stories there before I was published and you can find some of my rough originals there.

Besides reworking my story, "The Outfitter," which has become "The Avalanche of Love," which will be released May 1, 2019, I'm working on a new play and a YA story amid our life of chaos. The chaos is caused by kids and pets. Even this morning, as I'm trying to write this, our new Australian shepherd mix kept nudging me until I finally got up to let him out to go potty.

Yes, we have a new dog, and we needed one like a hole in the head, but we got him the same way we ended up with three grandkids to raise. My oldest daughter, whose kids we have, gave her loser boyfriend this puppy when he was three months old. The boyfriend, who I could describe in the most colorful of terms, was not taking proper care of the dog and when they temporarily broke up decided he didn't want the dog. The grandkids had already grown attached to him, and he really is a sweet dog, so we took him. Now we have a Shih Tzu/Papillon/Chihuahua mix, who is not happy about the new dog; two cats, and three kids in our small three bedroom house.

For those of you who are just getting to know me, I used to be married to a man, as did my partner of twenty years, Rosa. She had two sons (her oldest passed away a few years ago due to diabetes complications). I have two daughters. Between us, we have eleven grandchildren from 14, almost 15, years old to 2 years old. 

The three we are raising are Jacob, the almost 15-year-old, Jazmyn, who might make it to 13 if she straightens up, and Julian, who is 5 and very good at it. All three are my oldest daughter, Jessica's children. Jessica had drug problems when Jacob and Jazmyn were babies and no maternal instincts. She still doesn't have any motherly instincts. Fortunately for the kids, Rosa has motherly instincts in spades. I do too. I don't have the patience she has.

Rosa just retired. Like, yesterday was her very first day of retirement. She'd worked for over 45 years, doing a wide variety of jobs. The last one was at a car parts factory for the past 15 years. Now, her job is taking care of the house and kids, especially the teenagers who need to be watched more than the 5-year-old does.

We planned for over a year for Rosa to be able to retire. Things will be tight money wise, but I was happy I could let her have this time of doing what she wants.

Earlier you may have noted that I said I was working on a new play. I wrote one last year that was performed by the Emerald Theater Company in Memphis, Tennessee. There is nothing like watching other people interpret your words and bringing them to life. You can check out the video of the dress rehearsal of the play "Is She or Isn't She" on YouTube.

As you can imagine, life stays pretty busy for us, and I haven't gotten to be online as much as I used to, and every time I think I'll get to do more work online, something else comes up. So, no promises about how soon I'll be able to post again. I hope you will stop back occasionally to see what new craziness is going on in my life. With teenagers in the house, you know there will be more craziness to report. 

I hope you have a fabulous day and are up early enough to catch a sunrise. I'm going to do some writing while it's still quiet in the house.

A Letter To My Fans

I would say that I'm surprised that I haven't posted since July, but that wouldn't be true. I'm not surprised. This fall has been absolutely crazy, and the beginning of winter hasn't fared much better. Especially after I almost took the tip of my left pinky off with the car door.

I have been mostly an optimistic person, but there have been a few really rough patches this year when my depression just about overtook me. I know a lot of you out there can relate.

My partner, Rosa and I are raising my oldest daughter's three children. Jacob,14; Jazmyn, 12; and Julian, who is 5 and very good at it. Jacob is bossy and controlling. Jazmyn is a drama queen and hanging with the wrong people. And Julian is busy, busy, busy and making these two middle-aged women tired.

We get no help from their mother, financially or otherwise, and that's my fault for being too loving of a mother and not enough of a bitch. Rosa's son and his wife help us as much as they can, but it's pretty much just us and the kids.

The lesbians we know, even the ones who have kids of their own, are not social with us because we don't fit into the social or economic class.

Rosa is going to retire in 2019 so she can take care of the kids full-time so; hopefully, they won't turn out to be the jerks their mother and aunt were when they were teenagers. Again, my fault, you can't beat or love genetic assholeness, and those two got it in spades from their dad and me.

So, I've taken on a part-time cleaning job, I work full-time as a librarian, and try to write as often as I can. You can imagine the challenge. But creating a good story and getting feedback from my fans is totally worth every minute I spend spinning my tales.

I have several unfinished stories that I will either complete this coming year or delete forever (well probably not). Anyway, I've set some pretty high goals for myself, and I hope you will all stay tuned for the stories to come.

Have a safe and Happy New Year's Eve and New Year's Day.
Love, M. E.

The Wrap-up of Finding Jenna's Chapter Summaries

This is the last chapter summary post for Finding Jenna. I hope that those of you who have followed this blog journey are as excited about the release of this book as I am. There are thirty-three chapters and an epilogue filled with excitement, courage, and love.


Chapter Thirty-two
Elliot takes his mother to Sandy’s restaurant in Morehead where Darlene and Terry get to meet Sandy. Everyone at the restaurant are excited to see Elliot and happy about the prospect of him possibly coming back to work there. Cara’s mother, Caroline, her grandparents, Ralph and Valerie meet there at the restaurant for lunch. Cara shows up with her new girlfriend, Bonnie. Elliot is disappointed and hurt that Cara doesn’t seem to be able to have the same feelings for him that she did for Jenna, but he knew if was a possibility from the beginning of his transformation.

You didn't think I'd give the whole story away, did you? I hope you'll get your copy of Finding Jenna to find out if Elliot and Cara work things out, and to find out what the final verdict is for Michael Matthews.

Thank you for following this story.