Appreciating Help

I was searching for inspiration for my next book. By 'searching' I mean wracking my brain for a premise, or a character, or a setting, or a conflict; anything which would stir up my creative juices.

My thoughts were scattered.

The kernel of an idea started to take shape, but I was unsure.

I reached out to my critique partner/friend extraordinaire. She asked great questions, offered much needed insight and patiently listened as I worked through some of the details. Her suggestions, support and encouragement have again inspired me! My wip is now well on it's way, and my plan is to sub it by August 1st.

Have a great weekend!

Tessie

www.tessiebradford.com

What Was I Thinking? Oh That's Right I Wasn't Thinking At All...

This is Edvard Munch's masterpiece The Scream and it sums up my summer so far.
I'm going nuts. I have three books going at once, all have strict deadlines and I'm supposed to be doing final-line edits on one of them right now instead of blogging.

Writing three books at once is like driving three cars across country. I'm constantly stopping to jump out of one and run back for the other two. Progress is being made but it ain't easy.

The good news is I've arrived at a desperate enough place that it seems like a good idea to let my inner rebellious teenager run the show while I work.

That's right I'm allowing my inner teen to make the day to day decisions about all the little things that don't really matter. If she wants to paint our toe nails blue-black and add blue glitter I let her do it.

If I don't feel like making dinner because I can't stop, she makes healthy snacks and calls it dinner without complaining. My inner teen is a crazed rock-n roller and insists we play guitar heavy music while we work and indulge in crushes on rock stars. She actually surprised by me by introducing me  to gritty industrial goth rock and we found out that worked too. I think she's become obsessed with Trent Reznor and she's determined to pull me in too. She has all the energy in the world and is still naive enough to believe it will all work out for the best. 


(Shush don't tell her...)


My actual teen years were no utopia. They were hard but I do remember how good it felt to approach new or challenging situations without expectations. Back then I was open minded, optimistic and genuinely curious. I was always ready to give 100% to what I did without any guarantees. That's the part of me I want back. The part that gets excited and says yes to adventure without talking herself out of it of a little harmless fun.  


Is there anything from your past that is asking to be part of your present again?


XXOO Kat

Busy

I've been a bad blogger. I've been busy writing and well, chasing this little one around now that she's learned to crawl and climb. So I apologize...but she's worth the craziness. :)

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Need more inspiration?

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A Sheriff, A Hot Gal and his gun.

What’s a girl to do when she has the hots for the local sheriff—and he’s playing it cool? Mae Montaine knows the man has a gun in his pocket and he’s always happy to see her.

So why won’t he come over and see her sometime…for a date? A hug? A kiss? More?

West Farraday yearns for the All-American knock-out who lives next door, but Mae’s got problems and secrets. He’d love to help her out…of her problems. And her clothes. Then into his bed.

When timing seems right, West makes his move. He’s happier than a colt in clover.

Mae’s skeptical they can make it as a couple. After all, town gossip says the good sheriff is hard on the ladies.

But when three bad coyotes invade Mae’s life, West tries to prove to her that a man who’s hard in the sack can be easy to love.

Saturday's Scribe is waaay off schedule again...

I guess I am thinking of Snowbird again...

Being a lazy woman again...spent several days trying to figure out my new direction, and have stayed up waaay too late every night.  Getting to sleep at 5:00 a.m. is not a good thing.  Of course, it's not a BAD thing, either, but I sorta like getting up earlier than 2:00 p.m. each day.  Sigh.

I find that I need about 9 to 10 hours of good sleep a night to feel decent.  While I was working a regular job, I seemed to thrive on 6 to 7 hours a night, but now that I am free to stay up as late as I like, I find that I am unable to turn off the computer (or the Sega Genesis CD-X)  before the wee hours of the morning.  

You see, I became addicted to a battle game called "Dark Wizard" on the CD-X game system.  It's an old game...very hard to find and rare now.  I pulled it out a couple of weeks ago, cleaned the dust off, and started playing again.  Love it, but it plays hell with my sleep schedule...worse than the computer. 

So I think I will drive back up to Snowbird tomorrow, since it is only 25 minutes from my home, and spend a day walking in the trees and shade.  It's a marvelous 75 degrees up the canyon, while it is a hot, dry 95 down here.  It will be a great refresher.

You have a wonderful day, kiddies.

Hugs!

Fran Lee

http://www.franleeromance.com

 

Happy Summer Solstice!

Happy Summer Solstice! It the longest day of the year and I'm so busy it feels extra long! I'll have a real blog next week. But this week I'll just say enjoy the extra minutes of sunshine and have a wonderful day!
XXOO Kat

That's what I like about sheriffs, cowboys and Ranges.

http://www.amazon.com/Hard-Drivin-Man-ebook/dp/B004FV53VG/ref=sr_1_21?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1337811840&sr=1-21

These men are hard lovin' guys. Tough to lasso. Easy to love. But oh, so rewarding to tie down!
I know. I live in Texas and see them everywhere! The grocery store, be still my heart. The airport in their best duds, white Resistol in summers. (In fact, I know I am in the right gate waiting to fly home when I see all the men decked out in their white straws and pressed jeans. sigh.)
In Hard Drivin' Man, my Texan is a sweet guy who has loved one woman all his life.
But so did his brother.
And that was a darn shame.
To one person who tells me here in comments why they love cowboys, sheriffs or other such western dreamboats, I will giveaway a copy of HARD DRIVIN' MAN.
And for your entertainment, here are the reasons I love cowboys:

1. I love their humor. Quick. Pithy. Wicked. They are funnier than a one armed cheerleader at the championship game. Always. (Comes from trying to eek out a living pounding desert and rocks!)

2. I love their hats. Big. Black. White. Tall. Gambler. Stetson. Resistol. Does not matter. Every man looks good in a hat. Tanned. Hard. Pale eyed specimens of testosterone.  Most are just plain beeee-u-tiful!

3. I love their hips. Lean. Muscular. ‘Nuf said.

4. I love their Friday night pressed- for-the-dance-hall jeans. A man hasta look like he’s courtin’!

5. I love that they know how to dance! Hot damn! The men here know how to do the Two Step and line dance. Give me a man like that, puleese, for a few spins around the floor.

6. I love that they open car doors and other doors. They take their hat off to you and darn, if they don’t smile and say, “Howdy, ma’am.”

Howdy!

Get to know a few of my cowboys and sheriffs and ranchers, would you?

My newest is a ménage a quatre, ROPE ME IN from EC

Need a few more laughs, try Mae and West in IS THAT A GUN IN YOUR POCKET? 99 cents until July 6!

And if you want a female sheriff, try I CAUGHT THE SHERIFF.

Adios, Darlin’