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Wednesday, 4 March 2009
Caitlyn Hunter
Mood:  special
Now Playing: Dames of Dialogue Interview
Topic: Dames Dozen (interviews)
1. Give us your "elevator speech" about your latest novel, Snow Shadows.

Oh, lord, this is always so hard for me, but here goes...Average, ordinary Betty Sue Corn goes to Eternity Mountain after being suspended from her job. While there, she meets Marcus Tassel, a man who's anything but ordinary. She's smitten, but Marc does his best to resist her advances. He's a shape shifter with psychic powers and he's been having visions about her for a long time, visions that always end with his death. Betty Sue isn't willing to let him get away just because of a dream that may or may not come true. She wants her happily-ever-after and she's willing to do whatever it takes to get it, even risk her own life.

2. How did you end up in the North Carolina mountains?

I’m originally from East Tennessee but spent quite a bit time in the North Carolina mountains as a child because my dad’s family is from this area. In 1999, my husband and I moved from Knoxville to Maine where we lived for almost 8 years. When we decided to move back to the South to be closer to our families, we settled on western North Carolina because I always loved it here and as a child, that’s where I wanted to live. So he concentrated his job search in the Asheville area and we moved into an apartment in Arden while we looked for a house. Asheville, like Knoxville, was a little too "big city" for us and my dad suggested we look in Hendersonville. We did and ended up finding the perfect house for us.

3. Tell us about your experience with e-books.

When I finished my first "grown-up" novel, a sensual romantic suspense, I sent it to my sister who read it and urged me to submit it. Being something of an introvert, I resisted until she suggested I try some of the e-publishers that were popping up on the Internet back then. I submitted Death by Indifference to five e-publishers and got offers from two of them, the first from a company just starting up and the other from the prime of the e-publishing world at the time. I decided to go with the new one, StarDust Press, thinking I could grow with them. Unfortunately, they didn’t make it and closed their doors less than a year after my book came out. They were, luckily for me, very professional about the closing, letting the authors know as soon as they could and sending out rights reversion letters for each of the works they’d contracted for—I had signed another contract with them for my first paranormal romance, Snow Shadows, shortly after my romantic suspense was released.  When I got the rights to my work back, I submitted the paranormal to a small press, L&L Dreamspell, it was accepted and released in both print and ebook last September.

During that time, I had also entered a novella, Unwilling Angel, in a writing contest with another new e-publisher. I won the contest but by the time my book was released, it was obvious there were problems and they weren't wasn’t going to make it. Unlike my first publisher, this one wasn’t very professional about closing their doors. It took a while, but I did finally get my rights to the book back and once I had that, I submitted it to another e-publisher, Red Rose Publishing. It was accepted and re-released this past December.

So, I’ve had my share of successes with e-publishers and a few failures too. If someone asked, I would still recommend going with e-publishing if, and this is a huge if, the author carefully researches them first and looks for the red flags that usually indicate problems. Read everything you can find about the publisher and the owner(s), email a few of their authors to ask how they feel about the publisher, and most important, pay attention to all the author warning sites and blogs out there.

4. When's your best writing time of day and year and why?

I don’t have a best time of year, but the time of day that works best for me is late morning to early afternoon, after I’ve been sufficiently caffeinated for the day. Oh, and it helps if the sun’s shining too—rainy days bring out my lazy side.

5. How did you get started writing?

I’ve always wanted to write but never was quite serious enough about it to sit down and write an actual book. When I finally did get serious, I wrote mainly poetry and books for younger audiences, but I never thought any of them were good enough to actually get published so I just left them on my computer and played around with them every once in a while. Then in 2005, I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and that was the kick in the pants I needed to finally make me take writing seriously. Well, that and my sister, Christy, who was my lifeline during that time. Like most people who are diagnosed with MS, I went through a period of depression and Christy told me to sit down and write about what I was feeling. I wrote a lot of poetry during that time and then one day while I was waiting to see my neurologist I found a quote from Anais Nin in a magazine, "I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live." So, long story short—I know, I know, too late for that!—I sat down at the computer and took Christy’s and Ms. Nin’s advice, I wrote about a character who was dissatisfied with her life and I created a world in which she and I both could live. I ended up with my first romantic suspense novel, a slew of not-very-good poems, and thanks to my dad, who sent me a book about Cherokee history, an idea for my first paranormal romance series. And if you’ll pardon the cliché, the rest is history.

6. What's your favorite southern word or phrase?

I actually wrote a blog entry about this a while back while I was doing research on southern sayings because my sister and I are writing a book about our great-aunt’s life growing up here in the North Carolina mountains. I have a lot of favorites, but the one I like the best is, "That girl’s just naturally horizontal."

7. Of the minor characters you've created, who's your favorite and why?

Oooh, tough question! It changes with each book, so right now I’d have to go with Candice Corn, the sister of the heroine in Storm Shadows, the book I just finished. Candice is the direct opposite of the heroine, Betty Sue, and is, as my favorite southern saying goes, naturally horizontal. I’m having a lot of fun with the differences in the two sisters and Candice, needless to say, causes problems for Betty Sue in the book, but she does the right thing in the end.

8. Other than writing, what do you enjoy doing?

I love to garden and am so happy that my husband and I finally found a house with a big backyard so I can have a vegetable garden and multiple flower gardens this year. I like to can the vegetables I grow and make jams and jellies when the local fruits come into season. I’m really looking forward to apple season this year! I knit, crochet, do counted cross-stitch, and have even tried my hand at quilting. And of course, being a writer, I love to read; mostly fiction, but recently I’ve found myself doing a lot of non-fiction reading for research, and surprisingly enough, I’m enjoying it. Other than that, I’m an avid baseball fan and boy, do I miss living in Maine during the season. There always seemed to be a Red Sox game on NESN, and since the Red Sox are my team of choice, I loved being able to watch their games.

9. Does music play a part in your life? If you were Karaoke Queen, what song would you sing?

Oh, definitely, music is a big part of my life…except when I’m writing. If there’s music playing while I’m writing, I find myself getting lost in the song, singing along, or sometimes even typing the words to whatever’s playing at the time. If I were Karaoke Queen—and believe me no one wants that to happen because I’m the worst singer ever!—the song I would choose to sing would change depending on the day because my favorite song changes from day to day, as does my favorite artist. But I have to say, it would probably be something by John Mellencamp or maybe Bob Seger. Then again, I could go with Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers or Van Morrison or early Elton John. Anything, as long as it’s not country!

10. If you could travel anywhere, where would you go and why?

I’m a homebody so I’m not much into traveling, but I’ve always wanted to go to Ireland…or maybe Italy…or maybe Alaska…or maybe I could just stay right here at home and read a book about those places.

11. Is there anything you struggle with when you’re writing?

Head-hopping, I have a really bad tendency to switch POVs numerous times in one scene. That’s a big no-no for authors—or it is for newer authors. I’ve seen some of the better known authors do it and get away with it, but if you’re just starting out, like I am, you have to mind your p’s and q’s. Plus, the authors who do that successfully are much more skilled than I am. Hopefully, I’ll reach that point one day and be able to seamlessly switch POVs within a scene without jerking the reader out of the story.

12. What is the hardest part of writing your books?

I don’t know why, but I always hit a slump when I get to the middle of the story. The beginning usually flows really fast for me then at the mid-point, it slows down. Once I work my way through the middle, everything picks up and starts to flow again. Wish I could figure out why that happens so I could fix it!

http://www.caitlynhunter.com/


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Tuesday, 3 March 2009
Snow Shadows
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: Caitlyn Hunter

Miracle of miracles!  It snowed here yesterday!  We actually have about six inches on the ground--the most I've seen since my husband and I moved from Maine--and surprisingly enough, since I'm something of a snow-lover, I'm more than ready for it to melt and be gone because I am anxious for spring to arrive.

Oh well, it'll get here soon enough, I guess, and while I'm waiting, I can take myself off to spring on Eternity Mountain.  I'm working on revising the second book in my Eternal Shadows series, Storm Shadows, which takes place in lovely, wondrous, warm spring!

While I'm waiting for warmer weather, I thought I would put up an excerpt from Snow Shadows, the first book in the series.  This excerpt is right after the hero, Matt, rescues the heroine, Ellen, who'd gotten herself lost in a blizzard then fainted when she thought she saw a bear.

Matt held Ellen suspended over the tub, hesitating before he put her down, questioning his plan.  Should he try this?  Or would it be better to warm her gradually with his body heat?  Hell, he didn’t know.  He’d never had to bring a human back from the edge of hypothermia before and just because he thought the best way would be to submerge her into a tub of warm water, that didn’t mean a thing.

He thought of contacting Jon and asking him then shook his head.  If Jon found out what had happened—what Matt had allowed to happen—to this woman, he’d probably morph into an eagle, fly all the way from Asheville in this awful snowstorm and peck Matt’s eyes out—or worse.

The woman snuggled into his chest, seeking his warmth, and he cradled her closer.  Maybe sharing his body heat with her would be better and safer.  With a sigh, he turned away from the tub and walked back into the living area of the cabin to lay her down on Jon’s sofa.

“Don’t go anywhere, city-girl.”  Pulling the afghan from the back of the sofa, he tucked it around her then went in search of more blankets.  In the bedroom he stripped the down comforter and a quilt from the bed then, noticing the cold fireplace, he dropped the items and took a few minutes to kindle a fire.  He really didn’t want to bring her to the bed—way too much temptation—but if he closed the door, the small bedroom would warm up faster than the living room.

Resigned to his fate, he went back to get his charge and carried her to the bedroom.  He laid her down, covered her with the heavy quilt and comforter then stripped off his clothes and climbed beneath the covers with her.

She turned in his arms and cuddled against him like a cub seeking its mother’s warmth.  He wrapped his arms around her, settling her close to his side.

When she sighed, he moaned.  Wouldn’t you know she was a perfect fit?

 

 

  


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Friday, 27 February 2009
Review of THE VANISHED MAN by Jeffery Deaver
Mood:  rushed
Now Playing: Christy Tillery French
Topic: She wrote what? (Reviews)

  

A music school student is murdered and the killer flees into a locked classroom with no way out. When the police break down the door, the killer has vanished. Criminalist Lincoln Rhyme and his partner Amelia Sachs are called in to investigate. It doesn’t take them long to figure out the police were duped by the killer, whom they name “the conjurer” due to his magical feats in escaping. The conjurer leads the police on a meandering investigation as he continues on his killing spree, leaving behind bits of evidence which they eventually learn are clues to deliberately misdirect them. Rhyme can’t help but be impressed by the conjurer’s skills at illusion and magic. With the aid of Kara, a student illusionist, Rhyme and Sachs attempt to catch their killer through their own planned misdirections.

Deaver writes an exceptional series with outstanding characters. Rhyme is a brilliant man frustrated with his physical disability who relies on Sachs’s skills at gathering evidence and investigating onsite. The two make for one powerful team, aided by detectives within the New York Police Department. Kara is an intriguing character, a young woman talented in magic who despairs over the mental health of her mother and sacrifices much for her welfare. As always, deeper, underlying layers of Rhyme’s and Sachs’s personas are subtly unveiled. Deaver leads the reader through a complicated mystery, filled with twists and turns, the final one which the reader won’t see coming.


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Wednesday, 25 February 2009
First Scene of Chapter 1, Chasing Secrets
Now Playing: Christy Tillery French
Topic: She wrote what? (Reviews)

Chapter 1

     Warm, sticky fluid seeped into her clothing, saturating her upper chest. With a repulsed shudder, Rowan closed her eyes and willed herself to calm down, her breathing to return to normal. The man's weight crushed her, creating the panicky sensation she could not get enough air into her lungs. But she didn't have the energy to shove him away. Finally, she could stand it no more. She wormed her hands beneath his shoulders and pushed up. His large body moved slightly, then settled back over her, feeling heavier than before. She expelled a frustrated breath. If she didn't get this guy off, he would surely suffocate her.

 

 

     “Zeus," Rowan croaked. She listened for a response, but couldn’t hear anything over the loud ringing in her ears. Perfect. If she didn’t pass out from lack of oxygen, she would probably stroke out. She gathered as much air into her lungs as she could but was only able to produce a weak, "Zeus."  Although she needed his help, she was thankful she had put him in the back yard. He would be dead by now if she hadn't. She craned her neck and could see a muddy snout pushing against the screen door in the kitchen.  He’d been digging underneath the shed again. That explained why he hadn’t heard all the commotion going on inside. "Come here, boy."

 

     The Weimaraner nudged the screen door open and bounded into the living room. He stopped short when he saw the man, baring his teeth in a fierce growl.

 

     "Help me, Zeus."

 

     Zeus moved close and sniffed the side of Rowan’s face. As his nose tracked toward the man, Rowan pushed up with her arms, showing the dog what she wanted. "Pull him off, Zeus."   

     

     Zeus snagged the man's jacket sleeve and tugged. The body barely budged. He dug his claws into the floor and pulled back.

 

     "Good boy," she said, when the heavy torso shifted. She twisted her upper body as she jostled against the man and inhaled deeply after Zeus dragged him off her chest. It felt good to be able to breathe normally. She pushed the corpse off her lower abdomen and legs, then sat for a moment, eyes closed, body shaking. Zeus positioned himself between Rowan and the man, and nudged her shoulder with his nose. She hugged the dog, saying into his fur, "You're a good boy."  Zeus solemnly licked her face.

 

     Rowan scooted away from the body and lunged to her feet. The man lay on his stomach, his face turned to one side. A knife, pooled in blood, protruded from the back of his neck. She and the dog stared down at one open eye, looking blankly at nothing. She forced her gaze away and willed her mind to focus on the problem at hand, not what had just occurred.

 

      Rowan hurried to the front windows and peeled back the edge of the curtain, searching for anyone who might be waiting for the man on the floor. The only thing out of order was a large, gold-colored Cadillac in front of her drive, its golden rims gleaming in the sun. She swore to herself. The damn vehicle blocked her in; she wouldn’t be able to take her car. She glanced back at the dead man and decided the glitzy Caddy probably belonged to him; those pretentious rims matched the bright suit he wore. She closed the curtain and crossed over to the other side, tugged the heavy cloth away from the window, and studied the street. No one appeared to be inside the vehicle or lurking about, something she found disconcerting. The guy on the floor looked the sort to have a driver, and in her experience, these people always traveled in pairs.

 

     After Rowan locked the front door, she rushed to her bedroom closet, where she worked a couple of loose floor planks free. She withdrew her emergency backpack and took a moment to check inside, make sure her fake ID was there along with enough money to get her to another location.

 

     She grabbed the dog's leash and clipped it on. "Come on, Zeus. We've got to get out of here."  At the door, she turned around and looked at the dead man. Tears welled in her eyes but she blinked them away. She had just killed her would-be killer.

She walked back to the man, pulled her foot back, and kicked him in the side. "You (expletive delted)."


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Updated: Wednesday, 25 February 2009 12:39 PM EST
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Tuesday, 24 February 2009
"Perfect for Framing" by Maggie Bishop - Prologue
Mood:  suave
Now Playing: Maggie Bishop
Topic: She wrote what? (Reviews)

PROLOGUE

Petula rose from her lover’s bed, paraded naked to the vanity mirror, and finger combed her hair so it fell over one eye.

"Your bruises are almost gone," the man said.

She smiled at him then studied herself in the mirror. "The lipo doctor did a thorough job. He took six pounds and three inches off my mid-section. I wish these numb spots would go away."

"Give it time, Pet. Your face is almost healed." He propped himself up with her pillow and reached for his cigarettes.

"I hope I’ll look better than this soon," Pet said, still studying herself in the mirror. "I thought you gave up those things."

"After this one. I’m down to a couple a day. Besides, you said the same thing after your face lift – no more plastic surgery."

"A lady has a right to change her mind," she called as she stepped into the shower.

By the time she was dressed and had put on makeup, he had his jeans back on. "I’m still mad you let someone buy that lot I wanted to build on," he said as she emerged from the dressing area in her guest house. He pulled on a crumpled polo shirt.

"Don’t you worry. I’m in the perfect position to make their lives miserable. Didn’t I make it too tough for the last owners to build? I wasn’t President of the POA a couple of years ago when you wanted to put your modular on that lot. Now I have the other homeowners in my grip. If you can’t build there, no one can."

He dropped the butt into the beer can and hugged her, resting his chin on her head. He said, "Revenge can be so sweet. Maybe you can bankrupt the POA with a lawsuit." He let her go and sat down to tie his sneakers. then asked, "What are you doing with that situation with your husband? Any progress?"

"Don’t you worry about that either. I’ll end up with the house and a big alimony settlement. Then it’ll be just the two of us."


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Monday, 23 February 2009
Historic Downtown Hendersonville
Mood:  chillin'
Now Playing: Caitlyn Hunter
Topic: Escape to where?

I spent much of this past Saturday walking around downtown Hendersonville.  It's a beautiful little town with lots to see and do; great restaurants, tons of quaint and charming shops and...bears!  Yes, that's right, there are bears in the streets of downtown Hendersonville.  Okay, they're not real bears, they're only statues which have been painted to match the shops and are a part of Hendersonville's Bear-footin' on Main Street program.

I love those bears, they never fail to get a smile out of me.  Well, except for the one wearing a New York Yankees uniform, I could do without that one, but hey, at least they painted him in a baseball uniform instead of football or basketball.   

Anyway, beyond the history of the town itself, I also have something of a personal history with this area.  Once upon a time, long before I was born, my dad's family lived in Hendersonville.  The family later moved to Hot Springs where my great-grandfather was a constable, a carpenter, a blacksmith and a tax-collector in the lates 1800's.  My great-aunt Bessie graduated in 1899 from Dorland-Bell Institute, an Appalachian Mission School located in Hot Springs.  The school has quite a history of its own and was showcased in the book, The Season of Dorland-Bell by Jacqueline Burgin Painter, who is a distant cousin of mine.  There is a picture of Aunt Bessie's diploma in the book, dated May 12, 1899.  There's also a picture of the town officials which shows my great-grandfather John Daniels in all his handle-bar moustache and silver-star-on-his-chest glory.

So, I'm living in the town where my ancestors lived long ago, and it's a comforting feeling knowing they were a part of this place...sort of like a warm hug and a friendly "good to see ya'!" from people who contributed a share of their blood to make me who I am. 

 I feel like I've come full-circle and am finally where I was always meant to be. 

 

 

 


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Friday, 20 February 2009
Escape to Boone, NC
Mood:  cool
Now Playing: Appalachian Adventure Series
Topic: Escape to where?
Escapes come in all sizes, prices, time requirements, destinations, athletic requirements, and energy needed. By far the easiest escape is in the mind by reading and co-creating an experience with the author. More active, in-person escapes abound in the North Carolina mountains.

My first impression of old town Boone was uplifting because people were on the sidewalks and in the shops in the evening and at night. Sure, the town has Appalachian State University and the usual student hang outs. Many of those who walk in the town are under 25. Since ASU was the division champions in 2006 and 2007, fall football season brings in alumni from all over the world.

It also has tourists of all ages. "Escape to the mountains" is a refrain spoken by many low landers. The seasons and weather are magnified up here. Boone sits at an elevation of 3,266 feet and covers just under six square miles. Nearby are three ski slopes (Sugar Mountain, Beech and Appalachian Ski Mountain) and one huge tubing run (Hawk’s Nest). Hiking trails, camp grounds and scenic overlooks dot the Blue Ridge Parkway. Watch out for those riding bicycles. Pisgah National Forest is close. White water rafting and canoe trips run the New River, which flows North. Rock climbing and caving tours are available. Horse back riding is a favorite. Of course, the Blue Falls Ranch in my Appalachian Adventure Mysteries is pure fiction. In town are the Daniel Boone gardens and the Byway Getaway, a walkway along the banks of the South Fork of the New River. Footsloggers even has a climbing wall in old town Boone. Mast General Store sells old-fashioned candy by the pound to go along with the outdoor wear and equipment.

The town population is 13,843 but the university adds another 12,245 full-time students. In addition are part-time retirees and others with second homes who frequent the art galleries and attend the visiting author and concert series performances. Horn in the West is an outdoor drama performed each summer.

Boone is a small town but offers a wide range of experiences. Next time you’re in the South, stop by and enjoy the fresh air and long range views.


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Wednesday, 18 February 2009
February 18, 2009
Mood:  cheeky
Now Playing: Christy Tillery French
Topic: She does what? (Move)

First, a big thank you to Maggie Bishop for setting up this website and blog. I'm sister to Caitlyn Hunter and have known Maggie for several years, and both are awesome writers. Like Maggie, I have "crossed over" from romance to mystery. I live on what's called a mini-farm in Powell, TN with my husband and three dogs (Weimaraner, black Lab, Australian blue heeler). Our son and daughter also live on the property, and my son has a Weimaraner and my daughter has two Weims and one black Lab. Needless to say, we're debating calling this Weim Ridge. All of our dogs are rescue dogs and we tend to spoil them rotten.

Aside from writing, I review for Midwest Book Review and am a volunteer with Wolf Creek Weimaraner Rescue. Wolf Creek has a big fund raising event coming up in March and I'm excited that Dean Koontz has contributed autographed books for our auction. I know what I'm going to bid on! Last year, I had a tad too much wine and bid $475 on a blown-up black-and-white picture of a Weim pup with a stick in its mouth. Was mortified to learn I owned it and had to cough up the money. Yikes! So, needless to say, this year, I am staying away from the live auction. But it was fun and if you're going to be in or around Knoxville, TN or March 14th, come on over to St. Geoge's Greek Orthodox Church for gourmet hors d'oeuvres, wine, beer, soft drinks, and really great music from Randy Webb and "Blues No More". And, oh, yeah, I'm calling first dibs on bidding for Koontz's books.

 


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Monday, 16 February 2009
Where Angels Fear by Sunny Fraizer
Now Playing: Maggie Bishop reviews
Topic: She wrote what? (Reviews)
Read More...

(Christy Bristol Astrology Mysteries)

ISBN 978-1-892343-57-4, Oak Tree Press, March 2009

Psychic-astrologist Christy Bristol sometimes gets the details wrong in her "eyelid movies" but she leads the reader through fog and U-turns while following red matchbook clues looking for a missing man. She links his disappearance to three men who died from apparent heart attacks and agrees with one detective, a newcomer from New York, who thinks they’ve been murdered in the small California town. Christy’s job as a clerk in the sheriff’s department helps and hurts her investigation, especially when Christy and her best friend Lennie explore the world of leather and sex clubs. Sunny Frazier’s distinctive voice in Where Angels Fear echoes with humor and rings true with procedural details. This mystery begs to be read through to the end in one sitting. Highly recommended.


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Friday, 13 February 2009
Friday the 13th in my writer's world
Topic: She does what? (Move)

First, I'd like to thank Maggie for starting this group and offering to let me join in.  There are three of us at this point, Maggie, Christy Tillery French, and myself, Caitlyn Hunter.  Maggie and I live in the Blue Ridge mountains of North Carolina and Christy lives in the foothills of the Smokies in Tennessee.

My husband and I just bought a house which we share with two dogs; a black Lab mix named Des and a beagle mix named Fletcher (for my great uncle).  We also have a cat--a fat one!--named Bessie (for my great aunt).  I'll probably talk a lot about Bessie and Fletch, both the animals and the humans because my sister (who just happens to be Christy, see above) and I are working on a book based on Aunt Bessie's very interesting life growing up here in the mountains of North Carolina.

Most of the time, I write romance, but I've also written several children's books, a couple of young adult, and quite a lot of poetry--all of which are currently gathering cyber-dust on my computer.  My first published book was a romantic suspense, then came a sweet fantasy romance and finally, a sensual paranormal romance, the first in a series of four based on an ancient Cherokee legend.

I'm part Cherokee.  Actually, Christy and I are both what's referred to as a Twinkie, someone who has Cherokee blood but has no documentation to prove it.  All we have are the stories our great-aunt Bessie used to tell us. 

And...that's me in a nutshell.  I'm new to this blog-sharing thing and don't want to take up too much space so I'll wait until a future post to include the links to my personal blog, my website, and probably the buy links to my books.  Just call me the newbie-on-the-block who's reluctant to push her luck, especially on Friday the 13th.

Oh, that's another thing about me, I'm superstitious.  Chalk it up to being a diehard, avid, sometimes rabid baseball fan.  And on this unluckiest of unlucky days, you just never know what's going to happen!  In fact, I hesitated to even post anything today and as for working on one of my WIPs...um, well, no, not even going to go there.

But that's just me.  Do you have anything you're not doing today?  


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