Lynn Kellan's Blog, page 11

Are you afraid?

We’re approaching Halloween.

Here is someone who is scared of everything:

Normally, dogs don’t scare me.

Until I saw this:

I’m NEVER going to that park EVER AGAIN.

And I’m never touching a door handle ever again.

Which is why I’m trapped in my house, unable to leave.

HELP!

How to take 20 years off your appearance.

Last week, I promised to blog about something “helpful.”

To boost my brain, I visited my daughter at college,

…whom I had when I was seven.

Anyhow, I kept looking for inspiration.

You know, a sign.

I bet you see these type of signs on every college campus.

Yep, college signs were everywhere.

Despite these signs, I was inspired.

So, I sat in the library and did some light reading.

I thought I fit right in.

Heck, I looked exactly like a twenty year-old.

And then it hit me – reading Nietzsche takes 20 years off your appearance!

This is extremely helpful information that I can share with my friends!!!!!!!!!

The campus police were very nice when they escorted me out of the library.

I told them I was a “college senior,” but they insisted I was a “senior citizen.”

And then I wept.

And then I wrote a lengthy letter of apology.

To my daughter. And to the librarian.

And to Nietzsche.

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Best things, EVER!

It’s about time we do a “Best Ever” post, right?

Here is something for the Art Historians in the audience:

After I saw the mer-horse-maid, I was inspired.

I ran home and made mashed cheese and cauliflower.

Which ended up being more awesome than the horse statue.

My husband was so grateful for the fabulous meal,

he gave me a fortune cookie.

‘Cuz I love cookies.

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Next week, I’ll try to share something helpful.

My husband sleeps in the garden.

I have a terrible problem.

I don’t think it’s weird to fantasize about a statue.

I mean, Michelangelo’s David is downright handsome.

Okay. Maybe this whole statue thing is weird, so I’m gonna switch topics.

For the first time EVER, I’m going to show you a picture of my husband:

He’s the strong, silent type.

Just the way I like ’em.

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Why my kids shouldn’t read my blog

If you are my child,

STOP reading my blog.

Because today I’m talking about

my addiction to porn.

Yes.

I. Love. Porn.

There. I said it. Don’t judge.

And you love porn, too.

Especially food porn.

And if I say “porn” enough in this post,

I’m going to get some really interesting spam.

Which will entertain me all afternoon when I should be writing.

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Because I haven’t embarrassed my family enough.

First day of school…

My high school kid started school today.

In honor of this monumental occasion,

I ate a ton of candy last night.

I can’t understand why my kid was so embarrassed

when I dropped her off at school.

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Lying to myself

“The second time will be easier.”

I kept repeating this lie.

Over and over.

But whenever I saw the college gear accumulating in the dining room,

I felt a sharp pang in my midsection.

The pain worsened when I realized that some of the school supplies

were the same ones we used to buy when she was in first grade.

There were also dorm necessities,

like fans and rugs and late-night snacks.

Stuff kids need when they move away from home.

Change can be painful and scary,

but good things will come from it.

Yet right now, we kind of feel like the dog does

whenever someone pulls out of the driveway and leaves her.

We’re forlorn.

We miss our college kid.

And we’re barking at the neighbors.

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Please tell our mothers that we’re just fine.

Closets are for eating.

A cookie told me that I needed a break.

I don’t know about you, but I ALWAYS obey cookies.

So, I grabbed the healthiest item I could find from the fridge…

…and I searched for the one spot no one would find me…

…and I ate the whole chocolate pie and took a nap.

I feel MUCH better now. And not guilty at all.

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FYI – my book is on sale for $0.99 until Friday (August 14).

Please tell your friends who like to read romance.

The last thing Mitchell Blake needs is another hot-shot consultant to “save” his glassblowing factory,

but this one is different. She is hiding something. If he can unearth Jaye’s secrets,

he might have good reason to fire her…or keep her forever.

** CLEAR AS GLASS is a 5-time Romance Writers of America award winning romance

and a finalist in the 2015 Book Buyers Best contest.**

Available at: Amazon, iBooks,

Google Play, Nook , Kobo and for all ebook readers

We’re having a .99 sale!

Good news:  my book is a finalist in the 2015 Book Buyers Best contest!

To celebrate, my publisher is putting Clear as Glass on sale for $0.99!

That’s over 350 pages of love for under a dollar.

What a bargain!!

The last thing Mitchell Blake needs is another hot-shot consultant to “save” his glassblowing factory,

but this one is different. She is hiding something. If he can unearth Jaye’s secrets,

he might have good reason to fire her…or keep her forever.

** CLEAR AS GLASS is a 5-time Romance Writers of America award winning romance **

Available at: Amazon, iBooks,

Google Play, Nook , Kobo and for all ebook readers

The $0.99 sale lasts until August 14, 2015.

If you know someone who likes reading romance,

please let them know!

Love,

Lynn K.

Where do I put the dead bodies?

I’ve got murder on my mind…

but I don’t know how to kill my victim.

My victim is a jerk.

She takes over EVERYTHING.

AND she loves to choke things to death.

Not only has she filled the flower bed,

she’s starting to creep into the back yard.

Certain members of my family are looking the other way…

…but I know this is a problem I’ve got to face.

Pretty soon, the ivy is going to grab hold of one of us.

So if I don’t appear some Wednesday, you know who to blame.

How do I kill her?

I’m desperate.

Please advise.

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