In honor of my son’s birthday, I’ve decided to give COURAGE away today. I think it’s the perfect occasion for it. I wasn’t going to make a post about it since I will advertise throughout the day on Twitter, but a lot of you don’t follow me on Twitter and I would feel terrible if you wanted it and missed out.
This will be for today only and after today it goes back up to regular price, so don’t wait!
For those of you that are thinking I’m an out of touch, evil, cruel mother – No, this isn’t his birthday present. He’s twelve and he doesn’t want a romance novel (why would he?). He’s getting something really awesome that he’s been wanting and doesn’t think he’s going to get. 🙂
I’ll be back later to do Thief Cat Chronicles (you thought I forgot, didn’t you?).
So, I finally clicked that little button that says “Publish” on Amazon (I know, it’s earlier than I said). Those of you who have already done this probably know how excited (and nervous) I am. It’s quite a rush! Of course it’s a slightly muted rush since it takes a while to actually be up and available on the site. It’s still pretty exciting though!
Providing everything is approved on schedule, it should be up sometime in the middle of the night (I planned that well didn’t I? Fail). Hopefully it will be up tomorrow (fingers crossed!). If it is, first thing in the morning I will make a new post and link to it (and probably act like a fool) so any of you who are so inclined can find it easily.
Either way, I appreciate the amount of support you’ve all given me and look forward to going on this journey with you. The number of people who come here every day is mind-boggling to me and I am thankful for every one of you.
I was supposed to tell you something you don’t know about me on Monday. With the Boston Marathon bombing, I couldn’t do that, so I’m doing it today.
Last Monday we discussed my past life working with animals and today I thought we’d talk about one of my hobbies. I knit. And crochet. Sound weird? Are you suddenly picturing me as an elderly woman in a bathrobe? I hope not, but that seems to be the general response I get. People wonder (aloud) how my life could possibly be so boring that I’ve resorted to working with yarn *shudder*.
So, I’ll put it out there for everyone. My life is not THAT boring. I have 2 kids, 2 dogs, a crazy cat, and a (slightly less crazy than the cat) hubby. I have cleaning to do, books to write, episodes of NCIS to watch. We go places, we do things. Honest.
Sometimes I just want to make a blanket for my kids. Often, my children and hubby are begging me for another pair of hand-knitted socks. I’ve found that it’s a relaxing pastime, one that has the added benefits of keeping my hands and fingers limber so I can write more, and I get to have something usable when I’m done. I even have an account on Ravelry, which if you’ve never been there, you should go. There are so many amazing patterns available it will make you wish you could knit. Trust me, it happened to me (though I admit my sister had been harassing me for years). The community there is incredibly helpful and there are even a lot of things that can be bought there. It’s a fantastic place (even if you don’t like playing with yarn – yet).
It’s not as ridiculous as it will sound to some of you. And I could definitely buy some, or impose upon my sister (who knits incredibly beautiful things) to knit something for me. And I might even get it within the next two years (she’s that busy). But there’s nothing so rewarding to me as doing it myself (and I honestly don’t believe I’d be able to type for as long as I do in one sitting without it). The satisfaction I feel when I bind off a knitting or crochet project is almost as good as writing the words THE END when I’m finished a book. They’re more similar than you think.
Today we’re a bit further into the book, and I’m dropping you into the middle of a… conversation… between Chance and Alex. I wonder what she did?
“No. I’m not finished. You’re going to let me finish, Alex, because I haven’t made a single decision since you got here without consulting you or thinking about how it affects you and Cadan. Because we’re friends, because I value your opinion, because I’d never do anything that would make you feel like you don’t matter. I’ve been so careful, but now you’ve gone and made this huge decision that changes my life, to do what’s best for me, and you never even thought to ask me. So now you’re going to listen.” He’s come closer and closer, and he’s too close now. I can’t breathe.
“You do all the things I said, and so much more, Alex. You make me want to come home. Do you know I hated this house before you got here? I couldn’t figure out what the hell I was thinking, buying this big ass house, when all it did was give me more space to be alone in. I hated coming home. Now I count the hours, the minutes, until I can come home to you. You make me laugh, you make me hurt, you make me be me again. Or at least a version of me I actually like.” He rubs his hands over his face, frustration, pain, and hurt so evident on his face tears well in my eyes and I have to fight to keep them from falling.
“Dammit, Alex, don’t say you’re sorry. I fucked this up the other night, but I’m going to say it all now, whether you hate me for it or not.” He takes another step forward and my back is literally against the wall.
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I’ve decided to throw out a teaser from my book, Courage.
The door slams and I am immediately awake. My heart skips as I struggle to control my breathing. In, two, three, four, I count in my head. Out, two, three, four. Slow. Steady. The thunk,thunk of boots on carpet reaches the door and I continue to count each breath to be sure it remains even. I concentrate hard on all of my muscles, starting at my face and working my way down to my toes, to be sure that I appear to be asleep. I am relaxed, two, three, four. Calm, two, three, four.
His breath sounds labored and uneven as he enters the room, and I know his sea green eyes are boring into me. I force the fear down into the darkest parts of my mind. He shifts suddenly and, somehow, I manage to keep my trembling internal, where it can’t be seen.
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