Lisa Vaughn's Blog, page 9
August 31, 2011
Is healthy love ever wrong? A question to ponder...
Read The Gifted Ones, then decide. I'm anxious to hear your responses! 
August 30, 2011
Feel+Deal+Heal=Getting Real. The equation to forgive,let go,and move on.
The Gifted Ones is my journey of just that. Inspired by my mother's death came a memoir that set me free...for good. Maybe you'll see parts of yourself in my travels as well, as love is universal, any way you slice it.
August 29, 2011
August 28, 2011
The Gifted Ones~Losing My Soulmate To Find Myself:Real,Raw,Honest
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Find me and other indie authors on the Independent Authors Network (IAN)
Every genre for every taste ~ Cruise the bookstore and find your next read!
Find me and other indie authors on the Independent Authors Network (IAN)
Every genre for every taste ~ Cruise the bookstore and find your next read!
SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY! A Sassy Snippet from The Gifted Ones..
Selected sentences from Chapter 20: Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me
Obviously there are physical differences between being with a woman versus a man,but sex is sex,really. I mean,the act itself is very animalistic,so it's easy to go with your instincts. Even though I had never had the opportunity,before that night,to test the theory. Luckily alcohol,once again,guided me through the unknown,leading me to the other side."The Other Side",which ended with me sitting on the john the next morning,wondering, what the hell had just hit me? And what it all meant.
Obviously there are physical differences between being with a woman versus a man,but sex is sex,really. I mean,the act itself is very animalistic,so it's easy to go with your instincts. Even though I had never had the opportunity,before that night,to test the theory. Luckily alcohol,once again,guided me through the unknown,leading me to the other side."The Other Side",which ended with me sitting on the john the next morning,wondering, what the hell had just hit me? And what it all meant.
August 26, 2011
SWEET SATURDAY SAMPLES~Tasty tidbit from The Gifted Ones!
Excerpt taken from Chapter 20: 'Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me'
I awoke the morning after - with a pounding head,lying on a mattress,on the floor. I cautiously looked over to take a gander. Yes,it was real. Last night was clearly not a dream. I was actually lying next to 'The-man-in-tweed'. Only the tweed had long been shed. How bizarre had my life just become? How could it get any weirder? My bladder was about to burst,so quietly I found my way to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet,taking in the strange surroundings. Stark-white tiles screamed at me,attempting to blind my sensitive,hung-over eyes. Exceptionally high ceilings echoed every move,as if in a canyon. I focused on scads of Polaroids,erratically spaced around the room,tacked to the walls. Most were of an artistic nature,but some were of a girl - an older,plain-looking female - kind of matronly,actually. Certainly not the type of woman I would picture him landing. Surely it wasn't his mother,maybe it was his sister? But something told me she was a little more than just family. Did she live here? Where was she now? What if she walked in on us? That's all I needed at the crack of dawn - a cat fight! I would later find out her name was Fran. And yes,she was his on-again/off-again girlfriend. I guess this was the off-again period.
I sat there feeling like shit. Not only from my hangover,but for the betrayal I had just committed against my life-long partner. How could I have been so selfish? What was I thinking? What was SHE thinking? Was this a lame attempt to spice up our sex life? Or an attempt to rid herself of me? What was SHE doing while I was here? I hadn't thought of that. How sneaky would that of been? If THAT girl even stepped foot in MY house,both were dead meat! Was this how it was going to end between us? As it turns out,no. I still had some time left.
I awoke the morning after - with a pounding head,lying on a mattress,on the floor. I cautiously looked over to take a gander. Yes,it was real. Last night was clearly not a dream. I was actually lying next to 'The-man-in-tweed'. Only the tweed had long been shed. How bizarre had my life just become? How could it get any weirder? My bladder was about to burst,so quietly I found my way to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet,taking in the strange surroundings. Stark-white tiles screamed at me,attempting to blind my sensitive,hung-over eyes. Exceptionally high ceilings echoed every move,as if in a canyon. I focused on scads of Polaroids,erratically spaced around the room,tacked to the walls. Most were of an artistic nature,but some were of a girl - an older,plain-looking female - kind of matronly,actually. Certainly not the type of woman I would picture him landing. Surely it wasn't his mother,maybe it was his sister? But something told me she was a little more than just family. Did she live here? Where was she now? What if she walked in on us? That's all I needed at the crack of dawn - a cat fight! I would later find out her name was Fran. And yes,she was his on-again/off-again girlfriend. I guess this was the off-again period.
I sat there feeling like shit. Not only from my hangover,but for the betrayal I had just committed against my life-long partner. How could I have been so selfish? What was I thinking? What was SHE thinking? Was this a lame attempt to spice up our sex life? Or an attempt to rid herself of me? What was SHE doing while I was here? I hadn't thought of that. How sneaky would that of been? If THAT girl even stepped foot in MY house,both were dead meat! Was this how it was going to end between us? As it turns out,no. I still had some time left.
You may say I'm a dreamer..but I'm not the only one ~ The Gifted Ones
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction, and sometimes we can learn a valuable lesson from another's travels. Please see teasers, intro chapter, reviews, and links to purchase my emotionally charged memoir...whatever your situation is, or has been, I think you will find something to relate to within the pages of The Gifted Ones.
I'd love to hear what you think...please feel free to comment!
Happy Reading!
I'd love to hear what you think...please feel free to comment!
Happy Reading!
August 25, 2011
How far would you go to defend your beliefs? The Gifted Ones ~ My mission for acceptance
An emotionally charged memoir that will take you on a journey all to familiar to the unaccepted. This read will stay with you long after the last word has been read...
Read excerpts and teaser chapters on this blog, plus many 5star reviews!
Find purchasing links to Amazon and Smashwords on this page too.
Let me know what you think..and how it touches you.
Read excerpts and teaser chapters on this blog, plus many 5star reviews!
Find purchasing links to Amazon and Smashwords on this page too.
Let me know what you think..and how it touches you.
August 24, 2011
Tired of cookie-cutter reads?Take a chance on #indies..you'll be hooked!
Indie authors don't have publishers or agents telling them what they can and can't write about. There's no one around limiting our creative outlet, so we are FREE to BE! NO sensorship, as it should be, which only adds to your reading experience.
Please take a look at my memoir, The Gifted Ones - Synopsis, Reviews, and Purchase info can all be found on this blog. If I'm not your cup-of-tea, don't worry, there are plenty others to check out. For a list of talented authors, please visit The Independent Author Network where all genres can be found! Whatta ya got to lose? I'm willing to bet you'll find your next fav read!
http://www.independentauthornetwork.com/book-directory.html
Please take a look at my memoir, The Gifted Ones - Synopsis, Reviews, and Purchase info can all be found on this blog. If I'm not your cup-of-tea, don't worry, there are plenty others to check out. For a list of talented authors, please visit The Independent Author Network where all genres can be found! Whatta ya got to lose? I'm willing to bet you'll find your next fav read!
http://www.independentauthornetwork.com/book-directory.html
August 23, 2011
Who would write a memoir like 'The Gifted Ones' anyway?
I know what your thinking...a narcissist? Well, maybe perhaps, but sometimes it's much more than that.
As a reader, I have always enjoyed biographies and memoirs over any other genre, I just think reality is always more interesting than fiction. But before I wrote my own memoir, I never really thought..."Why"? Why would someone, who is not known or in the public spotlight, want to expose their most private thoughts and intimate details about their lives? And really, who would care?
Well, now that I am added to that list of 'narcissist', I can tell you, sometimes it's not about 'you' so much as a person...it's about 'you and the healing process', at least in my case.
I never set out to write a book..in fact that's the last thing I ever imagined. After my mother's death in 2005, I found myself dealing with a lot of 'unfinished business' I carried with me. In fact, I was shocked at just how much I still had! Through many long 'therapy walks' on the beach, with just me and my thoughts, I started to make sense of the scattered puzzle pieces, and I was surprised there were also 'others' in that puzzle as well. But not until one random afternoon, when oddly, I decided to confide my story to a friend, did she convince me through a tear-soaked face that I had a story the world needed to hear. Hum. Who...ME?
Yes, I knew my story was unique in many ways, but I never in 30+ years hinted a word of my experiences...where would I even start? Well, I started at the beginning, as they say. And once I jumped in, I swear the keyboard smoked! In less than two weeks I had my first (very rough) draft. Not only was it a chance to put it all in black and white, turns out it was a very cathartic, very necessary, part of my healing process. Not until I saw those words staring back at me did I realize the 'why' of it all.
And that's when I finally 'got it', allowing me to forgive and let it go...for good! Freeing my soul of resentment and anger, allowing me to see exactly why things happened and the reasons, but most importantly, making me realize ALL those supposedly 'negative' experiences made ME the person I see standing in the mirror today. And you know what? I truly like that person...now.
So here I sat with close to 300 pages of self-discovery...what next? Actually, it was a no-brainer...I knew it was my mission to get my message out there, and what better way than to publish a book? If I can help someone going through the same thing, or make a parent realize the damage they might be doing to their children unknowingly, then it's worth me having my face behind the message of acceptance. In fact, I'm very proud to be that messenger. Like they say, if I can help one person...it was more than worth the trip.
So, I believe THAT is why people write memoirs...or at least it's why I wrote mine.
Narcissist? Perhaps a tad, but hey, I'm a Leo, so I'm going with that...and the healing/helping thing too! lol
Lisa Vaughn
As a reader, I have always enjoyed biographies and memoirs over any other genre, I just think reality is always more interesting than fiction. But before I wrote my own memoir, I never really thought..."Why"? Why would someone, who is not known or in the public spotlight, want to expose their most private thoughts and intimate details about their lives? And really, who would care?
Well, now that I am added to that list of 'narcissist', I can tell you, sometimes it's not about 'you' so much as a person...it's about 'you and the healing process', at least in my case.
I never set out to write a book..in fact that's the last thing I ever imagined. After my mother's death in 2005, I found myself dealing with a lot of 'unfinished business' I carried with me. In fact, I was shocked at just how much I still had! Through many long 'therapy walks' on the beach, with just me and my thoughts, I started to make sense of the scattered puzzle pieces, and I was surprised there were also 'others' in that puzzle as well. But not until one random afternoon, when oddly, I decided to confide my story to a friend, did she convince me through a tear-soaked face that I had a story the world needed to hear. Hum. Who...ME?
Yes, I knew my story was unique in many ways, but I never in 30+ years hinted a word of my experiences...where would I even start? Well, I started at the beginning, as they say. And once I jumped in, I swear the keyboard smoked! In less than two weeks I had my first (very rough) draft. Not only was it a chance to put it all in black and white, turns out it was a very cathartic, very necessary, part of my healing process. Not until I saw those words staring back at me did I realize the 'why' of it all.
And that's when I finally 'got it', allowing me to forgive and let it go...for good! Freeing my soul of resentment and anger, allowing me to see exactly why things happened and the reasons, but most importantly, making me realize ALL those supposedly 'negative' experiences made ME the person I see standing in the mirror today. And you know what? I truly like that person...now.
So here I sat with close to 300 pages of self-discovery...what next? Actually, it was a no-brainer...I knew it was my mission to get my message out there, and what better way than to publish a book? If I can help someone going through the same thing, or make a parent realize the damage they might be doing to their children unknowingly, then it's worth me having my face behind the message of acceptance. In fact, I'm very proud to be that messenger. Like they say, if I can help one person...it was more than worth the trip.
So, I believe THAT is why people write memoirs...or at least it's why I wrote mine.
Narcissist? Perhaps a tad, but hey, I'm a Leo, so I'm going with that...and the healing/helping thing too! lol
Lisa Vaughn
