I Feel Like Somebody

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I got a delivery of paperbacks yesterday. WITH MY NAME ON THEM :D

I was an author before this, but now I feel like an AUTHOR. There’s physical evidence, proof right there in my hand. Like some might say, “And what do you do?” And I will take out my book and say, “I am an AUTHOR. See? I wrote this.”

They smell good. They feel nice on my fingers. They have a good weight in my hands. They don’t taste very good, but I only licked the cover once, accidentally, while smooching it.

I am an AUTHOR :)

SPLINTERS on Amazon

So Amazon went a little early. Oops. Since it’s already selling, I’m just gonna go ahead and tell you all right now.

I SOLD MY FIRST BOOK!! :D

eBook cover (click to embiggen)

eBook cover (click to embiggen)

Buy Links

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:star: CreateSpace Paperback

Description

Waking up in a strange place isn’t a first for model and actor Allan Seville, but discovering himself alone and bound to a rough plank in the middle of an open Texas range certainly is. With no memory of who did this to him or why, panic sets in, until rescue comes riding up on a big, brown horse.

There’s more to Duke Walters than a handsome face and sexy drawl. In the arms of this rugged cowboy, Al discovers a peace and safety he never knew he needed, and now doesn’t want to be without.

But someone wants Al out of the way and drugging him during a movie junket in Houston is only the beginning. A world of differences may separate this cowboy and diva, but when danger strikes again, Duke might be the only one who can get them out alive.

I wrote a book. It's buyable now. I'm gonna go relax.

I wrote a book. It’s buyable. I’m gonna go relax now while you read it.

OMG One More Day

In the past few days I’ve felt a little bit like a glittering rainbow unicorn romping through the forest…with a basket full of vibrating scorpions poking at dynamite strapped to my butt.

This shit’s about to get REAL 8O

But through it all, there have been some really wonderful parts. Like you guys being so supportive with your comments, tweets, and facebook shares. It might seem normal out there because that’s what you do for authors you like and your friends when something’s going on that’s big in their lives. But right here, with me, it’s support and love and help. <3

By the way, my Rafflecopter winner? That would be Carey :) It’s possible she’s already read the whole book since she threatened to send her son to bed early last night so she could get to reading ;) I hope you liked it, Carey!

And THANK YOU to all of you who told me you’d still buy a copy of SPLINTERS, even if you won the giveaway, just to support me. That means a lot <3

Tomorrow is the big day. OMG and Yeehaw! :)

Grams Reviews SPLINTERS (sort of)

I have an app on my phone that lets me record and transcribe things. Usually, I use it for class lectures, but this time I used it to capture Grams’ answering questions about my book. I did have to make a few edits that the transcribing thingy didn’t quite get correct, but it’s mostly exactly what happened. I’m in bold.


So?
Buttons.

Grams.
What?

blushing smileyHow was it?
You’re very talented, Sunshine.

That’s it?
Well, I have questions.

Oh. OK. Um, go ahead.
How did you learn to write like this?

I don’t know. I just wrote it like I was Al. The first draft was nothing like this. I had a lot of help prettying it up.
I see. So Al is you. I thought so.

Well, you know, not completely.
He’s taller and older.

Yeah, but—
You could model.

Well—
But you can’t move to New York unless you take me with you. And Eggy.

{That’s Edgar.}

I’m not going to m—
You’d look marvelous on a catwalk.

Thanks, but how about we talk about the book? Did you like it?
Oh, yes. I didn’t know you had it in you to write like this, sweetie. It was very sexy. Jazz was particularly titillating.

Jazz wasn’t in there.
Really? Well, he was blond and didn’t have the beard, but we both know that was him, honey.

I— Well, no, ‘cause— Oh, fine. Duke was sort of Jazz, but mostly made-up and not Jazz.
I think you were thinking of him for those steamy love scenes. No wonder he’s always smiling.

{blushes}
I can deep throat Eggy.

can't listen smileyOh, Jesus, Grams.
What? Talking about sex is healthy now. They say so on all the talk shows. And it’s very important to talk to your partner. Of course, at his age, the talk we had was more geared toward whether his heart could survive me. But, in this one, strong The Force is.

OK, Yoda, thank you.
Word.

Are you watching MTV again?
Sunshine, that was slang before you were born. And some of those videos in there are better than porn. Have you seen—

SPLINTERS, Grams. Can we talk about the book?
The other love scenes were very well done. That backwards one really got my—

Thanks! I’m glad you…liked those. What did you think of the rest of it, though?
Oh, you have such a way with words, honey. You really do. Just a couple lines and I saw a Texas prairie like I was there. And emotional! I cried when Duke left Al standing there. I really felt what Al went through, honey, so you did a very good job with all of that. I don’t know how you can imagine those things — you’ve never had your heart broken — but you did very well with all of that.

Thanks, Grams. I think I just get it from reading and watching movies, I feel it then, and kind of mimic it.
Thank God you weren’t writing a horror story. You’d have nightmares. Remember how long you slept on the foot of my bed after watching Gremlins? And you were fifteen!

Um, yes, well… What did you think about the sort of mystery parts?
I’m sorry, but I did see that coming.

That’s OK. It wasn’t supposed to be a real, crime-solving mystery.
Alright then. I thought [name removed] was the one doing everything, but there were plenty of little misdirections that added doubts. Poor Elsie! You really did a number on that girl. But she was tough too. Finding out why [name removed] did it all was the best part. That was interesting. There are so many names for things now. We used to just call everyone crazy.

You know, that’s not accurate or nice now.
What can I say? I’m old.

You’re really not.
Have another cookie.

{munches}
Are your bloggy people going to read this?

The book? I really hope so.
Why the wince?

Because it’s a big deal putting a book out there and I’m trying not to freak out every day. What if they don’t like it? I mean, they can and I’ll live, but what if?
Oh, pish. They’ll love it.

I hope so.
Did you fill that prescription?

Oh. Yes.
You take it if you need it, baby.

Yeah, I know. I will.
Have another cookie.

You’ll make me fat, Grams. {takes cookie}
You’d have to eat the whole bakery for that to happen. What’s a rim job?

cookie smiley{chokes on cookie crumbs}
I assume it’s something to do with sex since Al was naked at the time. Does it have something to do with the butt? He did bend over.

Um, yes.
Mmm-hmm. If you don’t explain, I’ll just ask that cute boy who works the front desk [of the retirement community]. I’m pretty sure he’s gay.

Grams, he’s straight. Trust me.
The redheaded one.

Oh. Him, I don’t know. Maybe. Don’t out him or something, OK?
I won’t. He just blushes worse than you. It’s adorable.

You’re kind of evil.
{cackles}

So, was there anything you didn’t like about the book? {he asks to stealthily avoid the rim job explanation}
Oh, no. You did very well, honey, don’t worry. It had funny parts and sad ones, all that sex, and a happy ending. Hopeful and happy. That’s very good. You might want to think about a sequel. That would be nice.

Oh. Well—
You know I’ll just ask Alec what a rim job is. He’s not shy about sex talk. Remember that drawing he did for the prostate discussion? I thought for a moment there he was going to drop his pants. I wouldn’t have said no to that show! I bet he knows what a rim job is.

speechless smileyGrams…
Let’s call him.

Aw, God. Fine. It’s licking and sucking on the asshole.
Huh. I suppose that requires cleanliness. You must have the most squeaky clean little butt in all of creation, then, don’t you? And to think I used to have to bribe you to take a bath!

{dies}
Oh, stop. You know, I certainly hope if Jasper’s doing that for you, that you’re doing it back. It’s only fair. Of course, with all his hairiness, you probably need a comb and a flashlight to find his lick-pucker. But I’m sure it’s worth it, right?

I— Um— Don’t worry about Jazz.
Alright. Take it easy. Your hair’s going to catch fire from all that blushing. So do you have more of these books?

That’s my only one.
Well, get to work, sweetheart. And find me somebody else’s to read in the meantime.

Oh, Lord. OK. Thanks, Grams.
Of course! Have another cookie. Has anyone else read it yet?

Jazz and Alec. My critique partners and beta readers — that’s all people helping me write better. And there are reviewers out there who might be reading it right now.
Stop fretting. I’m sure your friends all loved it or you wouldn’t be doing this. You’d just give it away if you thought people wouldn’t buy it.

Oh, crap! I should do a giveaway.
Like a contest? There, do that. You’ll make people very happy.

You’re kind of brilliant, Grams.
Kind of? No more cookies.

:D


So in honor of my very brilliant Grams, please click here to enter my Rafflecopter giveaway for a copy of SPLINTERS! It’ll end on Sunday evening, and I’ll announce the winner on Monday and email the winner their copy of the ebook.

I Can Laugh About It Now

Like the title says, I can laugh about this now and, since that’s significant to me, I’m going to share this story with you.

Some veterans have a problem with fireworks and I’m one of them. My issue has always been loud noises and especially unexpected ones. If I’m going to a fireworks display, I’m basically OK with what’s coming. It’s having someone set one off in the neighborhood that messes with my head. Their sound going up is very similar to the sound of the bomb coming down to hurt me and mine. There’s an instinct to duck and cover in me when I suddenly hear that noise and, this time, I took Carter to the ground with me.

You should’ve seen his face when I tackled him. :-) I don’t think either of us ever imagined I could. It was funny. Well, is funny now, but it wasn’t then because after the fear wore off there was a crushing weight of embarrassment for overreacting. The family’s good about helping me let that go, but it still stings and I’m reminded of who I am and what I’m going through all over again.

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Thorny shared that image with me and I think I’m going to make one for next year. I am in no way against people using fireworks to celebrate our independence, but I’d welcome knowing you’ve got some and plan to set them off after dinner. I might still flinch, but I’ll be a lot less likely to go any further than that. Might even stop by to watch with you. It is a courtesy and that’s all I’m asking for.

That I was able to laugh it off and a few hours later instead of a day or more is significant because it tells me I’m recovering. Maybe it’ll never stop, but it does get better. It’s something I can cope with now and joking about it afterward makes me laugh instead of wanting to punch someone because I feel weak and baited. So despite this incident, I had a good holiday weekend and enjoyed watching some fireworks. Planned ones. ;-)