My Friend

I’ve spent the last few months wondering where a new friend right here in good old Tucson would come from. My long time bff moved away, a sad and revealing time, and my mind found that the loss of my close buddy left an empty spot.

So…I’ve started looking around in all the places prospective friends might linger and discovered most of the peeps I’m close to don’t live near me.

Is it me?

But then, out of the blue, someone I went to school with made contact with me on Facebook. What’s interesting is I didn’t remember this person from high school. High school was no picnic for me. I went to one high school for the first two years, then the last two years at another. Made it hard to connect with people who had gone to school together all of their lives. I was an outsider. No fond homecoming or reunion moments for me.

Back to the friend. What has been special is that she has sought me out and we have had fun connecting. I won’t say re-connecting since no connection was ever made. Yet it is there, and she is a very interesting person. We have lunch planned for Thursday. Yay!

I will keep you posted.

Cheers!

-N

Crazy and fun weekend!

Last week, hubby and I rented a very cute and fuel efficient Ford Focus to drive to So Cal for our grandson’s second birthday festivities. We left Thursday early afternoon and arrived in the San Fernando Valley that night. We managed to hit Phoenix I-10 gridlock, but missed LA traffic. Our bed was adequate, not perfect, but it would do. Thankfully I remembered to bring an Ambien to ward off the sleeping in a different place insomnia. Hubby and I were tired and ready to relax.

Ha!

My daughter told us there were 52 humans who had RSVP’d!! I looked at my daughter with gaping mouth. She said of the 52 she expected 14 children. OMG!

Friday morning we got up early enough to see Charlie before he went to daycare and then the rest of the day was spent taking care of some legal stuff on our part for the foster/adoption thing and birthday party prep.

Did I say she expected 52?

Chuck was tasked with making a cut out frame for party selfies, a birthday banner, a bean bag toss game thing, and putting stickers on cups. I made 72 cupcakes. Red velvet, chocolate, and vanilla, with frosting. I also made a small cake for Charlie to demolish as is the custom with birthdays for little humans.

Melissa and Charlie got home and we had fun hanging with the munchkin. Gosh he is so cute and he has elastic arms so we spent a lot of our time keeping him out of the party stuff. At one point we gave in and took a bunch of bags to the cars for safe keeping. After he went to bed we opened a bottle of wine for the girls and a beer for hubby and proceeded to fill a crap load of goodie bags! Bed time for big humans.

Saturday. Party day. Chuck made a bunch of pigs-in-blankets so they would be warm for the party. We loaded the cars with pigs-in-blankets, cupcakes, goodie bags, selfie frame, bean bag game thing, Charlie, and headed out by 9am to do set up. My daughter’s good friends and landlords brought the helium and balloons, we got busy setting up and managed to be mostly ready for the first arrivals at 10am.

I did say she expected 52, right?

The party was held at the private school where my daughter teaches, just outside her classroom. There was a great covered area with tons of tables and next to it a huge grass lawn for little humans to run. Happy Birthday was sung, candle blown out, and Charlie was properly covered in chocolate after eating fistfuls of thickly iced cake. He looked like he had a beard, and was thoroughly happy and on a sugar buzz.

We were cleaned up and gone by 1pm. I was impressed. My heart was warmed by the wonderful friends of my daughter who are there to support and encourage her and Charlie in this life adventure of theirs. She is a fantastic person and it is obvious by the long-time good friends she has. We headed back to her place to unload and open gifts-what a haul! I took off and got us Cavaretta’s deli sandwiches for dinner. Yum!

Sunday morning was departure day for us. We got our stuff together though, as I found out after we got home, we left several things there. Breakfast was at Weiler’s, us, Melissa and Charlie, then it was time to come home.

It was fast and furious-Vaughn style.

Cheers!

-N

 

I got this!

I am so proud of my sister.

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Reading my last blog, even I got a little depressed.  I recall feeling that way but fortunately time has been my friend.  Each day is getting a little bit easier.  I have good days and not as good days.  I’ve conceded that this is my new norm; frequent blood work to ensure my T4 (thyroid talk) levels are what they should be.  I’m hopeful that my two remaining parathyroids (thyroidectomy talk) will begin to function on their own and calcium supplements won’t be a part of my daily routine for the rest of my life.  Again, part of my new norm.  Another part of my new norm is knowing that I will no longer fear the growths on my thyroid are cancer and also, the realization that I cannot survive without my meds, that I am fortunate to live in a country where I can easily obtain the medication necessary…

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Tumbling Dice

Mick Jagger and Linda Ronstadt both did great versions of this rocking song.

…This low down bitchin’ got my poor feet a itchin’,
Don’t you know you know the duece is still wild.
Baby, I can’t stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumblin’ dice.
Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry,
Don’t you see the time flashin’ by.
Honey, got no money,
I’m all sixes and sevens and nines.
Say now baby, I’m the rank outsider,
You can be my partner in crime.
But baby, I can’t stay,
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin’ dice

These lyrics have been running through my mind the last couple of days. That feeling of running, hiding my head in the sand, looking for a jolly holiday yet I can’t afford one. Most humans need and want stability. You know-this is me, this is who I am and where I am.

No, I don’t go there.

Climbing out of a barrel, digging out of a hole, pulling oneself up off the floor.

Hubby and I have to regroup and retrench. The man is my security. We made a big change this weekend. It was a hard one for me personally, but the necessity was absolute. It also hearkened back to a place and situation in my life where I lost control of my circumstances and was in an unavoidable emotional spiral. As these feelings surged through me I found myself sharing with Chuck a time in my life no one on this blue planet knew of except my father. I had buried the pain and shame of it deeply.

Now here I was, doing what was best, even though I felt totally responsible for the negative situation we found ourselves in and the old baggage floated to the surface. I controlled myself for the most part, giving in to the tears that fought painfully in my throat for release, and adulting my way through it.

I am better now, but this taught me a further lesson. The past is never truly buried. It can reach up and grab me, like the hand in the grave from the movie “Carrie” and scare the shit out of me, again.

Yep, the rank outsider; running and ducking, weaving and bobbing, headed for the Emerald City y’all.

Cheers!

-N

Self-Publishing: Five Time-Saving Tools

Great information for novice self publishers like myself.
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A Writer's Path

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by Hope Ann

A writer’s life is filled with so much more than the mere creating of stories. There is editing and proofreading. Marketing and newsletters. Blogging and graphics. We can take any help offered, and here are five free tools which have helped me save time and work the best I can.

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Using social media

Aside from spreading the word about my writing, I am using forms of social media more as an outreach and to market myself and my work. This blog is a favorite form of connection. I also have a Facebook author page, Amazon author page, Twitter, LinkedIn, Discus, and Instagram accounts.

I am curious about other bloggers and writers use of social media, and what success people have had with a personal web page. How have others been effective in marketing? What options and venues have been most productive?

I can’t really afford to pay a professional web designer. Has anyone found a good tutorial I can get about doing the process myself? I get tweets about promoting my book or getting followers for a fee and I wondered if anyone has experience with this?

There have been good results for me using Facebook boost for posts about new work or special deals I’ve run with Amazon KDP, and the cost is manageable for me. I’ve linked the author page to this blog and my Twitter so the word gets out.

So I just keep plugging away writing and blogging, having fun with all the new followers, and hearing what’s happening in the world of words.

Cheers!

-N

I’m learning

This self-publishing thing is kinda crazy for a person like me who’s brain is always going hundreds of directions and a hundred miles and hour.

I published my first book on Amazon KDP first as an ebook, then published it as a paperback on Create Space and learned the hard way that it’s full of pitfalls in linking them. I did the next novel through Create Space as a paperback first and then converted it to an eBook – but there were still things I missed.

Create Space and Amazon KDP support have both been awesome. They have cleaned up things for me and clarified processes, so now I have made a check list for myself as I go through this process for the next book which will be out this year.

I have also read lots of tips from other self published authors and I have two writing coaches who offer help with wonderful tutorials and webinars that give me confidence in my efforts and confirm I am not the only writer facing these issues.

I am wondering if other writers have used sites that offer to market your work? Some are through Twitter and Facebook, and others through their own websites. Another question is about selling rights to a group in China who will release my book in that country. Is this legit and why would I need to do this to sell in China? If I sell the rights to them does this eliminate my ability to sell in any other country? It sounds very iffy.

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Cheers!

-N

 

 

 

New book release!

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A dangerous job and a red haired beauty are setting Jacob Severn’s world up side down. 

http://www.amazon.com/Holder-My-Flame-Tremaines/dp/1539552896

Excerpts:

            “May I have this dance?” he asked, making her aware of the others around them. She looked at the gloved hand he held out to her.  She thought to herself that dancing would mean she would have to get up and she didn’t know if her legs would hold her.

            “I’m afraid I don’t waltz very well,” she responded meekly.

            “Well then why don’t we make fools of ourselves together?” he responded, leaning near her, his black eyes gleaming.

            She looked from his twinkling eyes to his gloved hand. She gave a brief nod, placed her hand in his and rose. He tucked her hand in the crook of his elbow and together they approached the dance floor.

            As she placed her hand on his shoulder and he put his arm at her waist everyone else in the room faded. They began to move to the seductive strains of the waltz, swaying and twirling, staring into each other’s eyes moving together as though they had been partners, dancing together forever.

            “You’ve mislead me,” he remarked. “You are a marvelous dancer.”

            “I fear, sir, it is my partner who excels in dancing,” her eyes dropped to the buttons of his shirt and she blushed slightly. “You are very easy to follow.”

            They smiled at the mutual compliments.

* * * * *

           The raids took place every two days and yesterday had been a day off, so he expected to participate in the next raid. Each of the men was paid from the bounty they stole while terrorizing the homeowners. After dressing, Jacob headed down the alley to the stable, it was likely he would need his horse to be ready. He didn’t want to hold up anyone or bring any unwanted attention to himself or Horace. He hoped this would be a routine job completed quickly. The sooner this job was over the better as far as he was concerned.

            He looked up at the bright morning sky and inhaled deeply. As he exhaled his mind raced with scenes of a beautiful, golden-eyed, woman, he had caressed, held and kissed. He allowed himself to think of her for a moment knowing he would have to block her out when he became a criminal.

            He found Horace waiting for him at the saloon, seated at a table with Seymour, a large, husky man with a bushy black beard that matched his thick hair and eyebrows. His eyes were dark and deep-set with his ruddy cheeks adding to his menacing looks. Jacob’s intense gaze swept over the two men. He noticed Horace had dropped the foppy gentleman and become a bearded, restless saddle bum, just in it to make enough money to move on. Watching Seymour, Jacob’s eyes took in the scroungy apparel and the gleaming brand-new Colt 45’s resting on each hip. The man’s priorities were clear, and he knew Seymour a smart man. They looked up as Jacob approached pulling out a chair, he carelessly dumped himself in it and ordered coffee.

I am very excited to share that my new book is out in paperback and eBook.

http://www.amazon.com/Holder-My-Flame-Tremaines/dp/B01NC0DBNE

Cheers!

-N

A chance to show off my skills

My daughter is a fan of Cons. You know those big events like Comi-Con, Gallifrey, etc. She is a big sci-fi fan, especially a certain regenerating character, so for the next one she is attending, she and her son are going to dress as Dr. Who and companion! It will be so cute, since Charlie will be two.

I have been tasked, willingly, to make his Doctor #10 and #11 costumes. I’ve never done anything like this. I am making a pajama pattern I’ve used before, so I’ve had to make adaptations to the pattern top to make it look like a suit jacket.

My daughter obtained the fabric in a pin stripe (#10) and tweed (11), and I have cut out the pieces and will start on it today.

I’m excited to see how it turns out.

I hope it fits!

Cheers!

-N

What makes a friend?

What makes one human appealing as a friend? Are there certain characteristics and behaviors that attract others and draw them into a circle of friends?

Because my father was military we moved a lot when I was young. Consequently my friendships were very transient.  I believe this made it difficult for me to form lasting friendships.  My sisters and I are close, but they now have their own families to concern them. I had no real idea of what a lasting friendship looked like.

Until I met Kristen. For some reason she wanted to be my friend.

We met at work in 1985 and are still friends to this day, although she now lives in  St. Louis. We connected immediately, even though she was ten years younger than I. She would call me and want to hang out, would invite me to join her for a weekend at Rocky Point, Mexico. She thought of me when she was going somewhere and would often get me a small gift. She would drop in with a rose bush or small tree for my yard. She spent weekends with Chuck and I and the kids, she liked being with us.

She taught me how to be a friend. When she married I actually was a bridesmaid, not the wedding singer I usually was (although I did sing a song too), which felt very special. We spent lots of years enjoying our families together.

Her move made me realize I didn’t have a network of friends.

The people I know don’t seek me out. I would love to have a couple of girlfriends to do things with yet, I hesitate. Maybe I’ve become the kind of human that others say “Hi” to but I offer nothing to motivate them to be buddies. Perhaps I need more self reflection to know what is about me that keeps acquaintances from getting closer. I see pics on social media of people getting together, making the effort to connect, enjoying human interaction, and it gives me pause.

I know writing and sewing are solitary activities, but I love talking and laughing at happy hour or at my house with the music playing and a bonfire fire going and sharing a bottle of wine with friends.

Is it me?

Cheers!

-N