Being An Introvert

I am an introvert. What that means is that being around a lot of people in the midst of a lot of noise with a lot of things happening complete depletes me. Even after my local RWA Chapter meeting–when I’m with my tribe–I usually spend the next day trying to recover.

Here are some facts about introverts:

  • We’re not shy. We just don’t like hanging out for the sake of hanging out.
  • While we may not have a lot of friends, we have a few close friends, and that’s enough.
  • We need quiet/down time in order to be healthy.
  • We’re individuals, not part of a group. Some employers think we’re not team players. Maybe society puts too much emphasis on teams and not enough about nurturing the individual.
  • We’re observers. We notice the little things.
  • Many of us thrive online. It’s not intrusive, like the telephone or unexpected company. We get to think about what we want to say.

Lists: 5 Favorite Aromas

Here are five of my favorite aromas:

  • Earthworms after a spring rain: You can smell the soil and in my part of the world that usually means winter is finally over.
  • Lilacs: The fragrance of lilacs means spring. Sometimes it can be a touch overwhelming, but I love walking outside on a late May morning and having the scent greet my nose.
  • Thanksgiving Dinner (including dessert) being cooked: What’s to explain?
  • A bonfire on a chilly autumn evening: Reminds me of sweatshirts, jeans, and friendship.
  • Sausage, pepper, and onion sandwiches (without green peppers): nothing says summer like the smell of sausage, peppers & onions on the grill. Except green peppers. They smell (and taste) nasty.

 

 

Snarky Sunday: Saying Good Morning

My Day Job is in the corporate world. I have co-workers and colleagues (unlike my writing job, where I have Facebook & Twitter).

Not many of those co-workers/colleagues say good morning, unless prompted.

I don’t get it.

I think starting the work day out on a cheerful note tries to set the tone for the work day.

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So GOOD MORNING!

New Release: Masks of October

The last thing caterer Skye Schuyler needs is for her crush on sexy baseball catcher Tag Gentry to develop into something more. She craves stability and a home base. Falling for a guy who thrives on road trips will only lead to heartache. But fate isn’t following her line-up. When his team hires Skye to feed him while he recuperates from a severe leg injury, Skye struggles to remain out of play for him.

 Tag’s World Series dream is shattered along with his leg and possibly his career. His only pleasure comes from flirting with Skye. He’s the one who usually calls the plays, but he can’t tell if she’s shaking him off or going for the pitch.

When Tag learns Skye is catering a Halloween party for the team’s notoriously sketchy owner, he steps up to the plate to keep Skye’s involvement from going foul. He doesn’t like batting clean-up, but he goes for the assist because sometimes a player has to sacrifice for the good of the team. And he and Skye have formed a team.

The trick now is convincing the sexy caterer hooking up can be a treat.

Masks of October by MJ Compton

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The Purse Project: J. Lynn Rowan

I kind of hate purses. This aversion goes back to my college years, when I felt it necessary to separate myself from the less-than-adorable purses my well-meaning relatives tended to gift me around holidays and birthdays. I had one of those itty bitty college wallets, embossed with my school’s logo, that didn’t hold much behind my official ID, driver’s license, and five bills. And if I could get away with not carrying even that tiny, relatively useless thing, I’d do it.

Supposedly, the contents of a woman’s purse can reveal things about her personality and lifestyle. You’d have to take the contents of my purse in tandem with the contents of whatever larger bag it’s usually being carried in to really get a sense of who I am.

Purse + work bag = teacher who keeps procrastinating about grading papers.

Purse + diaper bag = mom who really wishes her kid would figure out how to use the potty so we can downsize said diaper bag.

When you narrow it down to just my purse, though, it’s pretty basic.

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A wallet. Yes, it matches the purse (and diaper bag). I like things to color coordinate.

  1. Smartphone. Because connectivity.
  2. Gift cards that may or may not have money left on them.
  3. Lip balm of some sort, usually Blistex. My lips always seem to be chapped.
  4. Lipstick and lip gloss, specifically Mary Kay because that’s the only brand of lip color I’ve purchased in the past ten years. The only reason it’s even in there is because I went to a wedding a month and a half ago, and still haven’t remembered to take the lip color back OUT of my purse.
  5. Business card carrier, because you never know when someone might ask about your books and you want to send them easily to your website.

Interestingly, I rarely carry my keys in my purse, unless I’m out and about without one of my larger bags.

I guess I’m still a minimalist at heart.

At least when it comes to my purse.

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Marissa O’Brien has sworn off long-term relationships. But all her rules fly out the window when she grabs the attention of a sexy, international stranger during her weekly Girls’ Night Out.

Josh Mattingly has spent the last two years trying to turn over a new leaf. In Asheville, North Carolina, on business, the last thing he’d planned on was getting involved with a local girl. But one encounter with Marissa has him hooked.

Marissa recognizes a playboy when she sees one and tries to keep her attraction to Josh under wraps–until they share a passionate kiss that leaves both of them singed. Now Josh has to prove to Marissa that she can trust him with her heart.

The One I’m With is available at Amazon.

About the author: Lynn Rowan started writing stories as a small child, usually starring her favorite cartoon characters. Most of her work through middle and high school was filled with typical teenage angst and melodrama, and usually mirrored the books she loved to read. But eventually she found her own author’s voice and decided to seriously pursue a writing career.

Historical fiction remains J. Lynn’s “first love”, but she has enjoyed the journey to becoming an author of romance and chick lit. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, the Central New York Romance Writers, and the Historical Novel Society. She is also a teacher who tries to instill a love of learning, reading, and writing in her students.

When she’s not writing, J. Lynn enjoys travelling, gardening poorly but enthusiastically, studying various topics in American history for her own expertise, and channeling Julia Child every time she steps into the kitchen.

A native of Oswego, NY, she now lives in Charlotte, NC, with her own Romantic Hero of a husband and the most adorable toddler on the planet.

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