Authors live for reviews. Especially new authors. I check my Amazon and Goodread pages every day, looking for reviews. (And if you’ve read my books and haven’t left a review, why not?)
So imagine my delight when I opened my email a few weeks ago and learned Night Owl Reviews had reviewed my first book, Moonlight Serenade. The review is now up. You can read it here. If you don’t want to do that, here’s what the reviewer wrote:
The scenes and details are well written and capture the imagination and the intriguing events certainly arouse the reader’s curiosity. The author has created a fascinating setting full of intriguing and sexy characters with some interesting elements. I was completely caught up in the story from the very beginning and I am looking forward to visiting with the Toke Lobo and the Pack band again.
Doesn’t that just put a smile on this face.
It’s NCAA Basketball Tournament time again. In years past, I would take the afternoons off from work; I would have a tuna sandwich bar party; I would watch men’s college basketball until I dropped.
That habit gradually changed. The tournament was no longer exclusively on broadcast TV (and Superman help you if you refuse to pay your local cable monopoly for the higher tier channels, and I’m cable-challenged anyway.) Last year, my team left the beloved conference (ruined by football), so that dampened my spirit. And this year, my “home team” isn’t in any post-season at all.
This year, all the madness of March means to me is . . . baseball is right around the corner!
I watched college basketball—it’s practically a law in Syracuse—but it was tiring. There was no space or time to breathe the way there was in baseball. Baseball was spiritual, like yoga.
I could really use some spirituality right about now.
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Writing is hard work. When you’re trying to fit it around a Day Job and family, it’s easy to lose track of the story.
Here are some of my tricks for staying in the story.
- My Day Job computer passwords are story related. Whether it’s the subject, the working title, or character names, every time I open a new program, I have to think about the story.
- I create a sound track for every book I write. It’s on a CD in my car, it’s on my mp3 player. Listening to those particular songs remind me of story nuances.
- I listen to RWA Conference Workshops on my mp3 player at Day Job. You’d be surprised how much a Chat with Nora Roberts can be inspiring.
- Sticky notes. I have pads of little sticky notes and when something strikes me, I jot it down and stick it to the back of my cell phone (I don’t have a smart phone). When I get home, I transfer the note from my phone to my desk or open up the Scrivener file and type in the idea.
Do you have any favorite tricks for keeping in the story when you can’t be at your desk?
My brother and his family frequently make comments about the Compton girls or the Compton sisters, referring to his three daughters.
Please. While they are lovely young women, they didn’t invent being the Compton sisters. That honor belongs to my sister and me.
But then I realized my father’s siblings were the original Compton sisters. I was lucky enough to get a photo of them together (with my sister and me) a few years ago. That’s Aunt Arlene on the left and Aunt Leona on the right.
Apologies to Uncle Roy’s daughters Denise & Erika, the only other Compton girls/sisters of our generation.
The next generation continues the Compton sisters tradition (in addition to my nieces): my cousin Bill’s daughters Jennifer & Jessica, my cousin Mike’s daughters Sarah & Nicole, and my cousin Gordon’s daughters Patience & Pearl. Also Kevin’s daughter Elaine, Pete’s daughter Rose, and Gerhart’s daughter Marisha.
Beyond that generation, I am clueless.
There are a lot of us “Compton Girls” around. We rock.
(Further apologies to anyone I missed.)
A few months ago, one of my friend’s teenage daughter watched While You Were Sleeping and snorted in disbelief because the heroine married someone she’d known for only a week.
One criticism I often hear about romance novels is the “unreality” of how quickly romantic relationships develop.
Short courtships don’t bother me. I believe in them. My parents knew each other 3 months before they got married–nearly 61 years ago. I started dating TV Stevie at the end of March; our wedding was August 8 of the same year. That was 27 years ago. But those were long relationships . . . compared to my sister.
On August 5, my sister met the roommate of a cousin’s boyfriend. On August 29, she married him. That’s twenty-four days.
While that is amazing enough in itself, you also need to know that in 1976, there was a ten-day waiting period from the time you bought your marriage license until the time you could actually get married in this state.
She lost him last month, suddenly and terribly. After 38 years of marriage, she loved him as much as she had the day she married him, if not more. The depth of her grief is unimaginable to me.
But the depth of their love for each other is the reason I firmly believe in love at first sight.
So to all the naysayers out there who don’t believe a week is enough time for love to take root , I give you this proof.
Here’s an update on my lawn reclamation project. As you can see, there isn’t much reclamation going on.
But it’s March now.
Somewhere, under all that snow, I know my crocuses (crocii?) are trying to sprout.
I grew up in the country: not suburbia, not truly rural, but somewhere in between. It was a “neighborhood” where everyone showed up to play ball, hide-and-go-seek, or whatever at our house. After 6pm, every night, my mom fielded phone calls from parents asking her to send their children home for supper.
There was a bit of woo-woo, though. My birthday is February 20. So was Terri’s–she lived in the next house down the road. And Brenda’s–she lived 7 houses up the road. And Sharon, who lived 7 more houses up the road, also was a February 20 baby.
None of us were born the same year. But four girls, in a one mile stretch, celebrating the same day was kind of weird.
The high points:
- And Jericho Burned is out!
- Author copies of Moonlight Serenade received!
- Moonlight Serenade is now available in paperback from both Amazon and Barnes & Noble (see links in middle column).
- additional steps taken on finding a home for my baseball books.
I’ve had a Fabulous February, career-wise.
A former co-worker posted a comment on Facebook that baffled me. He wrote, “Straight up Compton style.” While I liked his post (which was a video), I didn’t understand what Compton style had to do with the content. He explained: “. . . went rouge, gangsta or Compton . . .”
How cool is that!
I immediately posted this to the Compton Family Facebook page. So next time someone irritates me to the end of my patience, I can say, “Watch it or I’ll go Compton on you!”