Show 2018 Who's the Boss! by Christine DePetrillo

I've decided I don't like the word "resolutions." The term isn't aggressive enough for me.  I feel as if you can let resolutions fall to the wayside too easily. I prefer "goals." New Year's Goals.

Yeah, much better. Now I feel as if I HAVE to meet them. I have to show 2018 that I'm in charge. I'm the boss. I mean business!

So here we go...

5. Release the rest of my Warrior Wolves series. I have the remaining three books written. They just need editing, cover art, and uploading. This should take me through the year pretty well as I usually release three books a year. I'll of course be working on another series, especially since I took the entire month of December off from writing as I usually do. I've got a series based on acts of kindness sketched out (with two books in that series written and plans for number three), so I have plenty to keep me busy. I look forward to inventing new book boyfriends.

4. Collaborate with other authors. I want to continue having a blast with author Amanda Torrey in our reader Facebook group, Small Town Hearts, and the two of us might just be cooking up some other fun. Stay tuned. If you're not a member of Small Town Hearts, come join us. We have such a cozy spot on the internet.

3. Achieve balance. With the above two writing-related goals, I must remember to also take time to... you know... live. I get so wrapped up in my pursuits that sometimes I forget to have fun. Okay, okay. I OFTEN forget to have fun. I must change that. I'm not getting any younger (and the search for a vampire to turn me has remained unsuccessful).

2. Stay physically active. As mentioned in #3, I'm not getting any younger so I feel the need to move more. I can keep time from catching up to me if I just walk and hike a little faster, a little farther. The dog will help me with this one.

1. Be happy. This is all about having a positive attitude because it makes all the difference. Happy people imagine themselves to be happy and then that becomes their reality.

What are your goals for 2018?

Toodles,
Chris
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Due to Circumstances Beyond My Control by Rolynn Anderson

Happy New Year! to all of you reading my blog entry.  Worry not that I will speak of resolutions to set for 2017.  Skip the guilt about missed opportunities in 2016.  Let’s have a little fun laying blame on circumstances beyond our control in 2016 and expect the same with 2017.  

This picture is me, my brain exploding at the surprises that hit me in 2016.  Here's my Blame Fest:

Foremost: the upending results of the presidential election.  I hadn’t planned on a political focus in 2017, yet already on my calendar is a women’s march Jan. 21.  New, as yet, mostly unnamed, activist tasks will turn up on my To Do list and I must put my time and energy into them.

I’d planned on releasing two books a year, which I successfully accomplished in 2015.  Even though I worked as hard as I could to unveil both Cezanne’s Ghost and Bad Lies by December 31^st, you won’t see them until 2017.  What the hell happened?  I partly blame the stunning National Parks.  The two-month journey my husband and I took to explore our country’s treasures robbed me of some writing time, and even when I carved out hours to write, distractions abounded in the tiny hotel rooms: where to set up the computer, how to keep the light and noise from bugging my late-sleeping husband; working while my husband watched TV.  You get the drift.  So many details I couldn’t juggle well.

Way out-of-control event: My website software wasn’t being supported/updated (dang those iWeb Mac people), so I had to start from scratch with a new website builder and host.  I was astonished how much time and effort that project took!

My editor’s available time sometimes didn’t jibe with mine; my beta readers wanted hard copy and the printer I’d taken along on the trip died, so I had to learn how to make copies at Staples.  Worse, my beta reader responses got lost in the mail.  What's up with the post office system?

Makes me chuckle about resolutions and goals.  So many circumstances beyond our control throw us curves…we give wry grins, straighten our spines and shoulder on!

So tell me, what blameworthy circumstances upended your 2016 and altered your writing plans?  Does 2017 look as challenging to you as it does to me?  Whew, thank goodness we’re in this together.  Happy 2017!

BAD LIES, coming soon (she said hopefully):

Italy’s haunted caves spell danger for an American golfer and a NATO geologist

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Sophie Maxwell is a late-blooming, unorthodox golfer, and mother of a precocious thirteen year-old.  Determined to put divorce, bankruptcy, and a penchant for gambling in her past, Sophie goes to Italy for a qualifying golf tournament.

Jack Walker turned his back on a pro golfing career to become a geologist.  As a favor to his ailing father he’ll caddy for Sophie; off hours, he’ll find caves on the Mediterranean coast, suitable for NATO listening posts for terrorist activity.

Someone is determined to stop Jack’s underground hunt and ruin Sophie’s chances to win her tournament.

On a Rome golf course and in the Amalfi coast’s haunted caves, all the odds are stacked against Sophie and Jack.  In their gamble of a lifetime, who wins?

Six Suspense Novels Spiked with Romance

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Making & Breaking New Years Tradition by Amber Leigh Williams

 

Okay, confession time. I don’t have a New Year’s resolution. When it comes to resolutions, I’m strange. The year before my son was born I vowed to learn how to cook. One year, one bouncing baby boy, and another chorus of “Auld Lang Syne” later, I finally got around to that cooking business. This year, I studiously ignored the whole New Year’s resolution thing and decided to do something different….

Years ago when I worked in my local bookshop, I had to work the New Year’s Day shift. I was re-shelving misplaced titles in the children’s section when I saw a fellow employee wearing day clothes instead of work attire, surrounded by her young children. I greeted her and noted “Of all the places you come on your day off, you bring your kids to work?” She told me something I’ve never quite forgotten. She told me about her New Year’s Day superstition – that every year on New Year’s if you did the things you loved most, you would do them for the rest of the year. Instead of working through New Year’s, she took the day off to spend more time with her children. She brought them to her place of work because reading is something she wanted them to do every day.

I thought this theory was sound. Even if you don’t believe in superstition, doing what you want to do for the rest of the year on New Year’s Day can be healthy and habit-forming. It sets the tone for the next day, the next week, the next month, potentially the whole year. This New Year’s, I finally decided to put this practice to the test by doing everything I loved doing and wanted to continue doing in 2016.

Sleep

It seems simple, but these days sleep is a foreign concept here at mi casa. While 3-year-old Young Skywalker has mostly settled back into an appropriate sleep schedule for someone his age, he’s still occasionally wakened by night terrors. Or his baby sister’s two o’clock holler makes him fidget himself awake, throwing him and the rest of us off the sleep grid. Our eight-month-old Baby Ewok recently went through a growth spurt which meant fussy days and restless nights. I write between the hours of eight p.m. and two a.m. with a seven o’clock alarm clock in the form of early-rising Young Skywalker. This makes for some bleary-eyed mornings and heavily caffeinated afternoons. The hub being off work for the bulk of the holidays helped tremendously. He rose early with Young Skywalker while me and Baby Ewok tried to sleep in. On New Year’s Day, however, me and the boy slept in until ten in the morning. This never happens. Not only did I wake up feeling completely rested, even rejuvenated (a rare thing), he was able to stay awake all day without a nap, leading to more play.

Play

“Be present. Be here now.” These words are vital nowadays. Case in point: at the New Year’s Eve party we attended, I saw two teenage girls sit in the same chairs at the kitchen table from seven to twelve. They hardly spoke to one another though they sat hip-to-hip. They didn’t associate with anyone else. Their smartphones were in hand the entire time and their eyes were glued to the screen, their thumbs tapping and swiping almost in unison. Another example comes from our first 2016 family trip to the park. The weather was in the forties so there weren’t too many parents or children on the playground. There’s always that one mom or dad sitting on the bench while their children play, completely removed from the youngsters’ actions or anything else on the playground, for that matter, because he or she is completely engrossed in their tablet or cell phone. As a hands-on parent, this is so terribly frustrating to witness. I’ll admit that even as a hands-on parent, it is easy to get caught up in the rush of technology, the necessity of it. I don’t go anywhere without my smartphone. My work revolves around my computer and often my tablet which I use to communicate with my agent, my editor, my readers via Twitter, Facebook, and email. So one of my chief goals for New Year’s Day was to Be Present. Be Here Now in the moment with my children. And it was as simple as getting down to their level, copping a squat on the floor or in their playroom and engaging in whatever captured their interest. My son ended the day surrounded by both me and the hub, playing Construction Site with MegaBloks. This was after a long day of catch, keep-away, coloring, and other indoor activities (solely because it was too cold and wet to play outside). When the hub asked him if he was ready for bed, he did something he never does. He grabbed his Mickey Mouse and a bedtime read, took the hub’s hand and led him to bed. Parenting isn’t easy. Rarely do you squeak through a twenty-four hour period without the typical fuss, whine, tantrum, even throwing and/or yelling. It’s difficult to know for certain whether you’re doing it right, particularly with your firstborn. When the hub returned from putting Young Skywalker to bed, we both sat on the couch and glowed a bit because it was one of those rare nights we felt, as parents, we couldn’t have done better.

Laugh

Again, so simple. It’s easy to take something as basic as everyday laughter for granted. I set out on New Year’s Day to laugh much more. Whether through tickle fights with the kiddies or teasing the hub, our house was abundant with laughter. The belly-deep kind of laughter that turns faces flushed and brings on toothy grins and a twinkle in the eye. New Year’s Day was the first time I’ve made both of my children laugh simultaneously. If that’s the lone takeaway from the first day of the year, I’ll tuck it away in my memory box and hoard it for a lifetime.

Learn

This was more to do with the kiddies than us adults since the hub and I spent much of the day unplugged from our routine devices. Through bathtime sing-song, Young Skywalker began to croon his “ABC’s,” something new and exciting as he’s only just recently begun to memorize familiar tunes and mimic them. He began including the number four in counting again after several months of “One, two, three, five, six, nine.” He even did something so grown-up, I woke up the following day convinced I’d dreamt it. He used an adult potty for the first time. It’s been a struggle to get our tough guy potty-trained, mostly because communication was difficult for him until Baby Ewok’s birth. Not only did he potty and flush, he acted very grown-up about it indeed, as if it were an everyday occurrence. Not that he refused the Skittles we offered him afterward....

Cook

Ever since that delayed resolution from 2012, cooking has become something that I look forward to. Nothing pleases me more than feeding the mouths of my family, immediate and extended. Going back to the superstition part of New Year’s Day, I think it’s good luck to eat from your home pantry on the first day of the year. After sleeping in, I cooked a full brunch with bacon, eggs, and toast. Later that night, I browned and seasoned meat for our favorite bi-weekly meal tradition: Taco Night! The hub made his yum-yum hummus. Simple meals, full happy tummies. I recently came across this quote. It resonates:

Centuries of secularism have failed to transform eating into something utilitarian. Food, the act of eating, is still treated with reverence. A meal is still a rite - the last natural sacrament of family and friendship, of life that is more than 'eating' or 'drinking.' To eat is something more than to maintain bodily functions."

- from "For the Life of the World" by Alexander Schmemann

Read

Young Skywalker’s favorite book is a tattered old version of I Spy I received as a gift from my fourth grade teacher twenty-er-some-odd years ago. I love it because it’s not something he prefers to flip through himself. He brings it to the hub or me, pointing out objects, searching for others, counting like items, and tracing shapes. Another reason I like it is because he enjoys it so much when he’s done spying, he turns to other books looking for the same wonder and excitement I Spy gives him. Baby Ewok mostly likes turning board books pages, but she’s growing attached to a recent library addition, Touch & Feel Farm, a sensory play book that uses different textures to show how farm animals feel to the touch. Fluffy chicks, furry doggies, wooly sheep, even bristly piglets. With a new set of deadlines approaching coupled with the demands of the holiday season, it’s been especially hard to find time for my own TBR pile. The hub sneaked around online for Christmas and bought me a hard-to-find title I’ve been rattling on about wanting on my shelf forever. When the kiddies hunkered down to sleep, I stayed up with a mug of hot tea and a blanket and read to my heart's content!

Write

I broke the no-working rule on New Year's. Writing isn't just my occupation, though. It's something that I love. (And did I mention those deadlines??) However, instead of turning on my computer and burning through the midnight oil, I turned to the oldest, most comforting writing form - pen and paper. I wrote notes on an old passion project, the book of my heart as I finished off my tea.

 

Quality Time

There’s no better time than New Year’s to appreciate those around you. I had lovely conversations with both my mother and my father. The hub and I spent the entire day inside with the kiddies. The quality family time was wonderful, but we saved our cuddles until after both kiddies went down for the night. We watched a new movie, very rare for us indeed, and we talked. Really talked. It’s easy to get swept away in the busyness of everyday life. It’s our goal every day to take at least ten minutes to reconnect, to hold each other, to converse while making eye contact. It may sound simple again, but we’re convinced if more people did this with their partners, their parents, their friends, their children, they could solve problems more easily. The world might even be a better place for it. As he began to nod off after a while and I started to reach for my book, it hit me. I gasped in horror. He jerked awake. “What? What? What?” he asked. “Oh no!” I cried. “I FORGOT TO MAKE BLACK-EYED PEAS!”

Those Trusty Black-Eyed Peas

We have a tradition here in the south. In my family, it goes back further than I can remember, before I was born. Eating black-eyed peas on New Year’s Day is a requirement. It’s good luck. Why black-eyed peas are lucky, I have no idea. In recent years, I’ve forgotten to buy black-eyed peas and the year’s gone by just fine without them. I do know that for most of my life, I ate them once a year, January 1st. If I turned my nose up at them as a willful child, I was forced to eat them anyway, even if it was just one bite. This year while shopping for Christmas meal staples, I passed by the legumes. The black-eyed peas sat on a shelf at eye level. They stared at me. I stared back. “What the hey?” I said, tossing them into my shopping cart. On New Year’s Eve, I spotted the bag in our pantry and instructed the hub, “DO NOT let me forget to cook those tomorrow.” We made a plan to do them with tacos. We then quickly forgot this plan on New Year’s Day until ten p.m. The hub went into the kitchen to boil some water. “How long could it take?” he asked. “We’ll eat a bite before bed and the rest tomorrow.” He grabbed the peas from the pantry. His face settled into a frown. “Babe. You bought hard peas.” My experience with peas is limited. If they aren’t canned or frozen, I don’t know what to do with them. So my response was, “Yeah, so?” He groaned. “These are going to take hours.” He read the packaging and laughed. He laughed loud and sour. “These are going to take FOUR HOURS.” “What!?!” I snatched the peas from his hand and read for myself. After consulting with my mother the next day, I learned belatedly that the best way to cook black-eyed peas is overnight in a crockpot. “Oh, no,” I said again, head in my hands. We clearly weren’t having black-eyed peas on New Year’s—again. I should note that the hub think superstitions in general are ridiculous. He was raised in Alabama just like me, but he doesn’t believe in voodoo, juju, wawa, or anything outside reason. He believes in ghosts. He might even believe in aliens. He likes reading conspiracy theories. But other than that he’s a trusty cynic fixed in his ways who’s slowly learned to live with my more open-minded approach to all things luck and superstition. He saw how disappointed I was about this culinary misfortune. He tore the corner off the bag of hard peas and shook out a small handful. He handed me half and stuffed the rest in his mouth. It was like chewing rocks but still. We ate our black-eyed peas. Or, as the hub so eloquently put it, “If the year sucks, it’s not our fault. We’ve got luck now, right?” “Mm hm,” I agreed, still chewing. “And no teeth.” He smiled, close-mouthed, and said, “Happy New Year.”

It’s your turn, Rose readers! What’s your favorite New Year tradition? Here’s hoping 2016 brings you much joy and many blessings!

Happy New Year's Eve!

I hate to be predictable, but a post on New Year’s Eve just has to be about resolutions, doesn’t it?

Five of My 2016 New Year’s Resolutions:

1. Talk less, act more. I talk about doing stuff – learn to play the guitar, write something different, go ziplining, raise dwarf goats. I think 2016 needs to be the year to do instead of just talk about doing.
2. Get involved in animal welfare. I often read about people who volunteer/work at animal sanctuaries. I find the work fascinating and want to get involved more than cutting and mailing a donation check. I’d love to spend some time at a big cat rescue or a wolf sanctuary. This might be the year to make more solid plans in this area.
3. Write, write, write. I put this on my list every year as a reminder to keep at it. Writing doesn’t always offer huge rewards, but I generally feel good about doing it. As long as that is true, I won’t give up telling tales.
4. Move. I’m fairly certain it’s time for a location change. I’ve done the suburban thing for the past forty-one years and it’s getting a little suffocating. I’d like to give the woods thing a go. I’d like to not see any neighbors for miles. I’d like to become a hermit. Being in nature always makes me feel great.  
5. Have fun. I’m super task oriented. I whizz around knocking things off my To Do List, but I would really love to have a To Have Fun List. It’s about time I let myself slow down enough to enjoy my family, my friends, and new activities. I don’t need to always be watching the time and making every damn minute productive. I could sit back now and then, with a glass of wine, and really take a time out instead of guzzling it because I’m too worried about what I have to get done. Things will get done when they get done, and that’s okay.  

So naturally there’s about four billion other things on my list…because I love a To Do List as you’ve already read, but these are a good sample. I hope to make some headway on them in 2016 and start living more completely in the now.

The past is done. The future isn’t a guarantee. Now is where living happens.

How will you live in 2016?

Toodles,

Chris

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THE NATURE OF WRITING: TAKING STEPS BACKWARD AND FORWARD by Rolynn Anderson

I’m kicking off this month's theme: Backward and Forward.  We writers forge boldly forward on our manuscript in the morning, then cringe and take steps backwards that afternoon.  Some days we cut out whole scenes; other days, we add a brand new character, a villain, perhaps, and we have to revisit and revise the first half of the novel to properly weave the turkey into our ever-changing plot.

I suspect that part of my problem might be in my nature: a pantser.  But even you linear, ultra-outliners probably suffer the backwards/forwards problem when you find your pacing isn’t quite right, or your growth arc for a certain character turned out too flat.

Sitting on my desk right now is a novel I thought was finished…needed polishing, but not much more.  Was I ever wrong, according to my editor.  She wants me to collapse two villains into ONE!  Tear your hair out with me, please!  This means major plot and character changes from page one to the final scene.  If I didn’t believe in my editor and the tiny voice coming from my head that says: ‘The editor is right…the story would be tighter and the heroine would look stronger if she faced this one terrible villain.’

Heavy sigh here.  Writing is ALL about backwards and forwards.  Commitment time:  I’m starting on page one on Jan. 1 and moving forward on that ding-dang manuscript.  

Happy 'Moving Forward' New Year to you all!  Rolynn

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When Is Your Own New Year? (And book giveaway)

By Glenys O'Connell

I gave up on New Year's resolutions years ago. Good Heavens, I can disappoint myself any old time, why set myself up for more pain and humiliation by failing to live up to those nice, shining New Year's vows?

Mind you, I am attracted (like the moth to the candle flame) to all the hoopla that goes with the idea of a nice, shiny clean slate to start the year. Like the moth and the flame, the attraction has frequently ended badly.

Like the 25 extra pounds that still sit in all the wrong places, despite many diet resolutions. Like the exercise plans that have fallen by the wayside, nudged out of mind by pressing deadlines. The always tidy home? Regular notes to distant friends and family? The solid two hours a day of uninterrupted writing? Ha! All sunk without trace.

Being a bit of a contrarian, though, I've tended to celebrate two New Beginnings each year. Yes, you heard right - TWO New Beginnings a year. In September. And March.

September was when our four kids returned to school, leaving behind a summer's worth of chaos. The farm harvest was pretty well in, the garden produce jammed, jellied, frozen and canned, everything winding down to winter. Time to clean house, return to my job (journalism and freelance writing), catch up with friends, complete the house renovation projects, plan, dream....

Then March - Spring about to burst on us, pregnant with potential. Summer clothes out of storage, a cornucopia of new fabrics for little girls' summer dresses and fabric art. The camera primed and ready to catch the images that warm us in the winter months. And the seed catalogues - the excitement and anticipation of the new arrivals in the mail! Oh, my - the possibilities of summer!

Somehow, the conventional New Year's always seemed to pale by comparision to the fresh starts offered by September and March.

 
I have to confess, though, that this New Year's has been a little different. My very first Indie fiction publishing venture, The No Sex Clause, a romantic comedy, was released just before Christmas - and what a wild ride that's been! And on New Year's Eve itself, Crimson Romance published my Canadian set romantic suspense, Saving Maggie. After what seemed a long drought in fiction work, I was back in the game and loving it!

So what's up for the coming year? Two new romance books and a couple of non-fictions. Also, the Indie re-release of three books that are now out of contract with a publisher.

And I'm planning to return to practice as a counsellor and life coach.

Redecorate my home. Do some travelling. Dust off the sewing machine and quilting frame.

And oh, my - that pile of seed catalogues on my desk is positively glowing with happy thoughts....

So, there's my confession. What about yours? Does your new year really start on January 1st, or is there another time that gets your anticpation and creative juices flowing?

Leave me a comment, and I'll gift your choice of an ebook copy of Saving Maggie or The No Sex Clause to the one I like best!

Glenys O'Connell is currently frozen in place  by record breaking low temperatures and snow. She'll emerge briefly in February, like the groundhog, to test whether Spring is imminent or not. You can learn more about her and her work on www.glenysoconnell.com or  Amazon page