I’m pleased with this photo. I like to think that it captures the essence of my writing journey – being like a determined, hearty, little weed pushing through concrete barriers to ultimately emerge victorious in the sunlight. You’re feeling it, too, right?
The fact that I accidentally caught this when putting my phone back in my purse doesn’t change the sentiment. Maybe it’s just the rest of the story.
This determined, tiny, slip of a shoot didn’t let anything get in its way. It was going to bask in the sunlight that it richly deserved. It was going to be seen by the world in all of its splendorous, weedy glory, “That’s right, bitches. I’m a weed. Deal with it.”
Then one day, while lazing in the warmth of our closest star, happily reaping the rewards of its efforts, fate stumbles in, takes its picture and…a legend is born. Behold! The mighty little weed.
Did this wee sprout ever hope to be the subject of a blog update, an Instagram post or a blur on a Twitter feed? I doubt it. But now this courageous, hell-bent-for-glory weed serves as inspiration to tens of people who are tenaciously pushing through to realize their dreams. Rock on little weed. I salute you.
Let us paint the world With our wayward words From fingertips and tongue.
Letters mixed and swirled Trilled by mockingbirds – Poet, not poem, unsung. ~~*~~ Written for World Poetry Day 2019, this little verse gave me a reason to switch hats from novelist to poet. And now, I’m switching once again from poet to blogger. I know. I know. I’ve been lax in updating this blog.
However, that doesn’t mean I haven’t been busy with writing projects. Because I have!
Thanks to my small but fierce team of beta readers, I’m 80% done with rewrites, edits, and whatnots of The Call. The plan is to have the entire manuscript polished by the end of the month. Incidentally, The Call was a finalist in the Sexy Scribblers contest and a partial manuscript (the first 14 chapters) is being read by an Editor at Carina Press who promises feedback. If liked, they may select it for publication, too. Fingers crossed.
Now it’s time to put on my laundress headwear before I get back into novelist-mode. I’ll save you the suspense and let you know that tomorrow’s attire includes both housekeeper and novelist. A writer’s life is so sexy ain’t it?
Guess who has a story in there? Yes, really. I want you to guess.
No, not her.
No, not him either. Guess again.
Yup. I do! I have a naughty little tale in this steamy anthology. It is called Fluidity.
“Cool title. What’s it about?” you ask?
Well, I’ll give you a hint.
Fluidity is a gallery that draws an audience with very specific tastes. The management caters to those preferences with an ever-revolving selection of art offerings exclusively for those with a refined appetite for the heightened pleasures that flow like sweet honey – thrilling, expensive and utterly intoxicating. Tonight’s Valentine’s Day theme is Living Art for Lovers.
Want more details? Buy the book!
But, wait. There’s more!
From dancers at a masquerade ball to Olympic ski medalists to bakers to lovers from out of this world, there is something for every romantic to savor in this sexy collection! Erotic adventures include:
The Crazy Chick from Valentine’s Day by Cameron Allie The Huntress and the Hawk: A Masquerade Club Story by Kim Allred Lower: The Real Fling #1.5 by Lyla Bellatas Flame’s Burning Valentine by Trinity Blacio Accidental Cupid by M. Jane Colette A Jinx, a Journal, and a Juliette by Jane Colt Just Friends by Cynthia W. Gentry Fluidity by Moxie Malone<—This is mine! The Masquerade by Katherine McLellan Forever Valentine by Kathleen Samuels Valentine Cookie Magic by Cadence Vonn
All profits from sales will benefit the American Heart Association and ProLiteracy. So, click a link to get your copy.
Also, I’m a finalist in the Sexy Scribbles contest for my entry of The Call. It’s a story about…oddly enough…a phone call. More details about that story can be found on this site on the “Coming Soon” tab. Feel free to click it right after you click the Amazon link to get your copy of the Passionate Hearts anthology.
I survived NaNoWriMo and am proud to announce that I knocked out 50k words in 29 days, even with family visiting for a week during the Thanksgiving holiday.
Speaking of Thanksgiving, I would be remiss if I didn’t give thanks to the many people who helped speed me through the month-long challenge. Most of you were enthusiastic cheerleaders and partners in crime. Some of you were unwitting accomplices who may recognize your contribution in the final product.
Of particular note are:
The wonderful staff and volunteers at NaNoWriMo who manage to pull off this event annually. It’s no small task! I’m especially grateful for the opportunity to connect with other writers around the globe to attempt the impossible – which magically becomes possible. Please take a moment to check them out and possibly support their ongoing efforts.
My fellow RWA – Passionate Ink Chapter members who helped keep the momentum going with word sprints, friendly competition and unending encouragement. You can learn more about the Passionate Ink Chapter of the Romance Writers of America here. If you are a writer or aspiring writer, please join us.
Andrew A., Lizzie W., and Stacey G., for your unfailing moral support, input, feedback and for being my go-to sounding boards. Oh! And, I mustn’t forget Adam W. for providing soundtracks, laughs and a sympathetic ear.
You who have shared a path with me for a spell, crossed my path for a moment or just plain crossed me. By being your glorious self, you’ve ensured that something heartwarmingly marvelous or unspeakably terrible will befall a character that reminds you of…someone you know. <Insert evil laugh here>
Readers and followers. Thank you for reminding me that there is an audience for the stories that I tell. You motivate me to keep writing even when my muse takes a ridiculously long coffee break.
Truly, I couldn’t have done it without you.
Beyond NaNoWriMo, since many have asked, the answer is, “Yes. While I do write fiction, it is often *inspired by the people, places and events that are familiar to me.”
*Pursuant to the insistence of my lawyer, I direct you to the word “inspired” and its definition. I further point out that any resemblance to events, locales, or persons – living or dead, especially the dead (trust me, no one wants to piss off the dead) – are either products of my imagination, used fictitiously or are coincidental.
So, If you recognize a location or a similar experience in any of my stories, it may be loosely based in reality. Likewise, if you think you’ve spotted something of yourself in any of the characters that make their way onto the page, consider it a compliment. If you are certain that it is uniquely you, that means you are very vain or, at the very least, memorable and may have taught me a life lesson or ten. Most likely, there was something about you that I fell in love with – the glint in your eye, the flicker of your impish grin, the color of your hair, a tiny endearing gesture or even a wicked turn of phrase.
You probably tickled me in some way and made me laugh, smile or squeal with delight. You might have filled me with hope or left me in awe. Maybe you made me shiver or curled my toes. Oh, baby! You possibly scared the living daylights out of me. What’s wrong with you? Don’t do that! You could have even broken my heart and left me a tear stained mess. Again, what’s wrong with you?
In any case, if you did any or all of those, know that I remember you. Of course, I remember. I remember in exquisite detail. Usually, the experience filled me with unexpected joy. On the rare occasion when I was not fully appreciative in the moment or even at this particular moment, I’m confident that in the greater scheme of things, I will be grateful for the experience in the very near future. Or down the road a bit. Or a long, long time from now. Or maybe in the next life.
Conversely, it’s possible – even probable – that I dredged up all of the bits and pieces from the depths of my depraved imagination. Who knows?
Actually, I’ve been home for a couple of weeks with every intention of posting an update about my summer adventures, but…
There’s always a but! But, I’ve had a gazillion interruptions. Well, maybe not a gazillion. Probably, a million. Possibly, just a thousand. Most likely a dozen. Stop judging me! The important thing is, here’s the quick and dirty on the past couple of months.
I celebrated my birthday in August by attending a writing conference, Author You Extravaganza 2018, in Breckenridge, Colorado. My wonderful family had champagne, chocolate covered strawberries and assorted goodies waiting in my room upon my arrival!
On the first day of the conference, I participated in a pitch session with 16 other writers and was awarded $1,000 toward publication of Unlocked Diaries: Dirty Little Secrets. Woohoo! Many thanks to the event sponsor, Thomson-Shore and their representative, Tamra Tuller, as well as the other judges.
One of those judges was the delightful and brilliant Barb Wilson, Word Slayer and Editor. If you ever get the chance to work with Barb, do it! Between sessions, I got to hang out with Barb, her other half, “Big Guy” and my bestie, Stacey G.
Did I mention that I exposed myself? It’s true!
This would be a much more interesting story if it was about riding naked on horseback in the Rocky Mountains. Alas, I’m speaking of something far tamer. My exposure was limited to relevant and timely publishing information (and maybe a few minutes of ill-conceived, champagne-induced nudity on a hotel balcony, but the details are a bit fuzzy. Though, I can now sing all of the lyrics to Trap Beckham’s Birthday Bitch)
The next leg of my “Birthday Tour” took me from Colorado back to New Orleans where I stayed long enough to do laundry and repack my suitcase. Then I was off to Sunny South Florida – where it rained every.single.day. Still, it was a marvelous, albeit wet, visit with those nearest and dearest to my heart. In summary, lots of love, laughter and too much food.
I returned to New Orleans long enough to unpack then found myself repacking an overnight bag for an unplanned road trip to Mississippi where Stacey G’s mom was in the hospital. Thankfully, she’s on the road to recovery.
In between and during my stays, I was drafting and editing a short story that will be included in an upcoming anthology. Now I’m back home doing re-writes and more edits. Some of that might have been done while naked. I like to think of it as exposing myself to the arts.
No. I’ve not written a knock off of the E.L. James’ series. I’ve been painting -The living room. The dining room. The hallway. The office. Whew! Who knew there were so many shades of beige?
While standing atop my ladder, inhaling paint fumes, it occurred to me that the painting process is similar to the writing process. It starts out messy; at times the stench is pungent enough to clear a room; few can appreciate what the final outcome will be, including the creator and the only way to get to the end is to keep working at it. Then suddenly, miraculously, it’s done and you realize that all of the work was worth the effort.
Pardon the mess! I was hoping to get dolled up before y’all got here. Yup. I’m bringing the sexy for your viewing pleasure.
Migrating from blogger to this fancy schmancy new site was a bit more work than anticipated. The good news is, it appears that all of my blogger posts made it here. The bad news is, formatting is a bit wonky. Fear not. Things will be tidied up shortly.
I just need to get the rollers out of my hair, squeeze into the Spanx, slip into the little black dress and put on some lipstick. We’ll be ready for a hot date in no time.
Before I sign off, I want to send out happy birthday wishes to the man who saw a writer and called her Moxie.
Wow. I can’t believe the last time I updated here was when I posted the Bootleg XXXmas album link. I swear I did not run away with Santa…or did I?
I mean, when you think about it, what do we really know about what that guy does after December 25th anyway? Does he hook up with a naughty girl or two…or ten and vacay in sunny South Florida? Maybe the big guy takes the Mrs. and elves to Disney, perhaps? And, why is he really so jolly? For that matter, what do you actually know about me and my potentially nefarious encounters with jolly men who bring me sacks full of goodies?
Now, I’m not saying that I actually ran off with St. Nick to South Florida…and Disney. I’m not even suggesting that he and I used fast passes to “ride a banshee” at animal kingdom in a way that ensured my spot on the 2018 naughty list, but I would like to show you my new writing chair. Coincidence?
Okay. Okay. I will admit that I was in south Florida and I did go to the Magic Kingdom. I’m just not saying I was there with Mr. Claus. Who knew that some elves are attorneys capable of writing brutal, iron-clad non-disclosure agreements?
Anyway, I returned home to beautiful New Orleans just in time for snow. Snow! Of course, we also had Mardi Gras season and it all just recently culminated on Valentine’s Day…and I’ve run out of the distractions (excuses) that have kept me from posting here. So, you can expect more frequent updates… at least until March 17th when the whole city becomes Irish. Erin go brah!
P.S. I can also be found on Facebook and Twitter. Stop by and say, “hi.” I don’t bite…too hard.
A soupy thick fog enveloped her;
lost with no bearings, disembodied, unfamiliar voices beckoned, “Come to me.”
“No! This is not how it ends.”
(140 hazy characters)
Yours truly has been a teeny bit absent without leave. In a nutshell, I’ve been tending to family illness, licking a wound or two of my own (which is not as much fun as it sounds) and travelling to exotic, foreign destinations (which is every bit as fun as it sounds.) It’s been a case of life intimidating art…but, now that I’ve managed to stumble my way out of my writing fog, it’s back to work!