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My Summer Pain

It’s been awhile since I blogged regularly, so I’m taking this slowly going with the things I missed about blogging. Mainly my What’s Playing Wednesdays. I’m a music hound, so of course I missed picking songs out for y’all to listen to.

Which brings us to today’s post. While I was laid up with the bad shoulder, camped out in the recliner and drugged out of my mind (those first few weeks), my cousin’s 11-year-old daughter came to spend the days with us. She’s a good kid and made the days fly by. But she’s also 11 years old which means she’d wait for me to pass out from the painkillers, steal the remote and put her shows on. It’s been a long time since I watched Nickelodeon all day long. But I did that this summer. Five days a week, six to eight hours a day. Sure, when I was on the medication I found it hilarious. Of course anything’s funny when you’re high as a kite. Later though, I realized she’d brainwashed me. Yes.

How do I know? Because she somehow managed to make my mind absorb the words to this song and remember them. And they’re engrained. Forever.

 If you’ve followed my blog for the last…I don’t even know how long I’ve been writing it. Four years? Five? Something like that,  you’d know that while I adore my music, bubblegum pop has never been my thing. I didn’t like boy bands when I was a pre-teen. While my friends were going nuts over Menudo when I was in elementary school or New Kids on the Block when I was in junior high, I was digging Duran Duran or Black Sabbath and Jethro Tull. I am not a boy band fan, never have been. But I know the words to this song. Why? Because we watched Big Time Rush nearly every day.

So that’s what this month’s theme is going to be. What I did this summer…as in what songs will forever remind me of my 11-year-old niece cornering me on my recliner and singing “Pink, fluffy unicorns covered in rainbows/pink, fluffy unicorns covered in rainbows!” while I cringed. CRINGED, y’all.

Now…sing it “It’s the only life you got/So ya gotta live it big time”.

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A Big, Scary Step

Hey y’all, I’m back!

Well, sort of. The surgery put me down a lot longer than I expected. It wasn’t just the surgery and the painkillers that brought me low, but the recovery was a pain in the ass. Sure, my physical therapist is downright cute. So is my surgeon. That’s what I thought the first couple of weeks of physical therapist. Now, 10 weeks in, I’m kind of like “meh, do you really wanna hurt me?”

But I’m finally to the point where I can move without too much pain, I only tap out during my physical therapy sessions instead of balling my fist with the intention of letting it fly straight at Jason’s cute face and my life is starting to get back to normal. Sort of. Still sleeping in my recliner, but at least I’m not in The Sling anymore.

Even better? I’ve been able to write. Yes! Nearly two months of attempting to write and having my hands swell or my shoulder ache thirty minutes means there was no way I could get more than a few hundred words down at a time. But the last couple of weeks have been better…and the better means I’m making progress on a story I have slated to finish by the end of August and finish a short story that I’m…are you ready for this? Self-publishing.

Freeze Tag comes out today and it’s my second non-paranormal story…or spoof ever. *frown* wow. It’s straight up contemporary with no witches, vampires, shifters, banshees, succubi…oh my. It’s part of a series I thoguht up called Crushes to Cravings where childhood crushes/first-loves turn into adult cravings. The stories are named after children’s games but I can promise you there’s nothing innocent about them.

It’s a scary thing taking that step into self-publication. You’re putting your stuff out there with no safety net. It’s just another step in my writing career. Maybe it won’t work out, maybe it will. Whatever happens, I’m very pleased with Dahlia and Foster’s story and the stories of those who are following. Not everyone finds the love of their life in a game of freeze tag at five years old, but Dahlia Flanagan did when Foster Blanchard caught her. Twenty years later he’s finally realized she’s the woman for him and everything is wonderful, until gossip of Foster’s infidelity rolls around the tiny town of Grand Terre, shattering Dahlia’s hopes for the future.

With her world crashing around her, Dahlia breaks up with Foster in the middle of Walmart and makes plans to leave her hometown. She’s heading for a new life, with a new attitude, which includes buying some sexy clothes to prove to herself no skinny skank has anything on her! But the therapeutic shopping trip takes an erotic turn when Foster shows up in the fitting room to convince her that when he tagged her all those years ago, he meant to keep her forever.

How has everyone been? Any good gossip going ’round? And if you could be so kind as to share the news about my short story, I’d be much obliged!

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Not everyone finds the love of their life in a game of freeze tag at the age of five years old, but Dahlia Flanagan did when Foster Blanchard caught her. Twenty years later, he’s finally realized she’s the woman for him and everything is wonderful, until gossip of Foster’s infidelity rolls around the tiny town of Grand Terre, shattering Dahlia’s hopes for the future.

With her world crashing around her, Dahlia breaks up with Foster in the middle of Walmart and makes plans to leave her hometown. She’s heading for a new life, with a new attitude, which includes buying some sexy clothes to prove to herself no skinny skank has anything on her! But the therapeutic shopping trip takes an erotic turn when Foster shows up in the fitting room to convince her that when he tagged her all those years ago, he meant to keep her forever.

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Surgery Day

I’m not actually here. I’m either in lala land, or halfway there as I prepare for my shoulder surgery. I’m relieved and ready to get this over with. A full year of pain and not feeling like myself will hopefully stop once they fix whatever the problem is today.

So in honor of the surgery, and because I’m weird that way, I’m going to be playing songs about cutting or surgery. I was going to use Like a Surgeon but I realized I played that one already. Instead, we’re going with Bryan Adams’ Cuts Like A Knife. Hello, you know you love this song! If you’re a child of the 80s you were a Bryan Adams fan. I know I still kind of am.

Any time I hear Summer of 69, I’m reminded of college. Not that I went to college in 1969. I wasn’t even born yet, but that song was always on play at the bar that was like a second home for me in my youth. Ah, that first line “I bought my first real six string”…yeah, it brings back memories. But Cuts Like a Knife was probably the first song I recall hearing from Bryan Adams and it didn’t hurt that I thought he was cute. Of course, I was like 7…but still, he was cute.

Enjoy the song and I hope to send drugged tweets and facebook updates at some point. But no pictures. Nu-uh.

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Same Old, Same Old

It’s so sad really. I have nothing new to report. Things have been going well, just not much has changed and I really hate to blog about nothing at all.

Okay, so a few things have happened. The surgery date is creeping closer and I feel a feverish need to have my next WIP written and submitted before that happens. Yeah, that’s not going to happen. Unless these characters shove me out of the driver’s seat and take over. Which they might do! I can hope they will at least. But I think I could probably be close to finished with the story in two weeks. If I can write 20k a week…yeah, we’ll see about that.

Next cool thing to happen is I learned a writer I look up to read Primal Song and “loved” it. I think my heart jumped in my throat because there is nothing more amazing than writers whose books you devour reading your working and saying “I really liked it” or something similar. It’s the ultimate compliment and one of the first I’ve had like that. I’m not going to say who she is, but just knowing she liked it is enough to buoy my confidence in the skillz of writing.

The other cool thing happened first thing this morning. My editor sent me an email saying she was accepting the third book in the Cajun Heat series, loosely titled Primal Flavor. Can we all say yay? Of course, part of me is thinking I need to keep my mouth shut. Oh those painful lessons learned when I was a wee writer have stuck with me. But for now, I’m going with optimistic. Yes, me. Optimistic. Amazing, isn’t it?

So yeah, I think that’s it. Really not that much to report. They’re all awesome things, well except for surgery, but that’s motivating me to get my butt in gear and handle up on this story which is a good thing. I have a plan…and enough books to last at least the next five years. Now if only I had won the powerball…

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