Thursday, January 31, 2013
Today, I’m in bed. Was yesterday, too. Low blood pressure and fatigue have come for a visit again, but it doesn’t keep me from writing or perusing the blogosphere. You all keep me going…your blog posts and your progress in your writing lives and the fact that you all share REALBIE things… it keeps the depression that creeps up on me at bay.
Yesterday, Tinkerbell, the daughter that struggles with a strong addiction to Oxycodone and Zanax, called me in tears. She’s really struggling with the withdrawals. Depression has been at her back door to the point she doesn’t want to be around the Glowstick. She asked, “What can I do, mommy?”
I said, “Find something you like to do even if its eating a pint of your favorite ice cream, walk, watch a funny movie, but don’t curl up into a ball and be alone.” I take my own advice everyday since I wrangle with depression. Wished my daughter could find a group of peeps like all of you.
Anyway, while perusing this morning, I found a fellow blogger with similar thyroid issues to mine. She posted about what she’s going through. And I wanted to share just in case someone else is feeling blue, fatigued, nauseas, dizzy, achy, foggy, etc..Marta pleads with every woman to get their thyroid checked. It could save your life or at least help you to cope.
Marta, thanks for being a REALBIE. Hugs and chocolate to you and to everyone else!
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
I thought I would share this wealth of info with all my blogger buddies. From time to time, I've complained about my own issues with Hashaimoto's. The food we Americans buy have a lot to do with how our immune systems function. If we eat and drink improperly, it will wreak havoc on us. Autoimmune disease is one way out bodies retaliate. Like I tell my daughters, if you don't take care of your bodies, there will come a day when we will need them and they won't be able to take care of us.
Hugs and chocolate,
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
HB: Yup. Time for some really good nosh. I’m hungry.
SPAL: You’re always hungry, stupid, no matter what Mummsy feeds you. Anyway, this post is to help show of new and Indie authors’s published and even their unpublished work.
HB: You’re always hungry too, pansy-boy. Who’s coming today?
SPAL: Someone who likes Hot Tamales and Mummsy says is the Santa Claus of the blogosphere. His name is Alex J. Cavanaugh. He’s everywhere on there. And knows the goods on everybody.
HB: Santa Claus? Well, he better bring something good to eat. Especially if he knows the goods on everybody. He oughta know that I like treats. Lots of them.
SPAL: Anyway, here he comes. You better behave.
HB: ***runs up to him and jumps*** Hello, nice man. What do you have in your pock … I mean, what do you like to snack on when you’re writing? Please tell me why you like it.
AC: I snack on Hot Tamales. They are both sweet and spicy.
SPAL: It doesn’t sound like something you would like, stupid. ***he walks toward HB and Alex*** Is this treat crunchy or soft?
AC: Somewhere in between – more like chewy.
HB: How about salty or sweet?
AC: Sweet but with a hot kick! Might be too much for you guys.
HB: But I like sweet things.
SPAL: Yeah. But I don’t think you’d like spicy. Spicy made my bum burn once a long time ago. It was almost as bad as swallowing a whole pair of Mummsy’s pantyhose. That was a very bad day. ***he frowns***
HB: Awe man! Every week I’m told practically the same thing. Nothing is good for me.
SPAL: I bet Hot Tamales gets you creative juices flowing.
AC: The zing of hot cinnamon certainly wakes them up.
SPAL and HB: Do you have any fur or feathered-peeps you like to share your nosh with?
AC: Sorry, no other peeps in the house besides my wife. And I’d be happy to share my Hot Tamales with her, but she’s not crazy about them.
SPAL : Awe. That’s too bad.
HB: Then who is your muse?
AC: My guitar is probably a better muse. Maybe if a box of Hot Tamales lasted longer…
SPAL: Did any kind of fur peep help you publish books?
AC: No pets helped, but I do have two published books:
CassaStar by Alex J. Cavanaugh – Amazon Best Seller!
Science fiction - space opera/adventure
Print ISBN 978-0-9816210-6-7 $15.95
EBook ISBN 978-0-9827139-3-8 $2.99
Links to purchase:
Barnes and Noble - http://search.barnesandnoble.com/books/e/9780981621067/?itm=1&USRI=cassastar
CassaFire by Alex J. Cavanaugh – Amazon Best Seller!
Science fiction - space opera/adventure
Print ISBN 978-0-9827139-4-5 $15.95
EBook ISBN 978-0-9827139-6-9 $2.99
Links to Purchase:
Barnes and Noble - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/cassafire-alex-j-cavanaugh/1034742568
And the third book, CassaStorm, will be out September 2013!
Thank you Sir Poops and Hair Ball!
Alex J. Cavanaugh
Alex J. Cavanaugh has a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree and works in web design and graphics. He is experienced in technical editing and worked with an adult literacy program for several years. A fan of all things science fiction, his interests range from books and movies to music and games. Online he is the Ninja Captain and founder of the Insecure Writer’s Support Group. The author lives in the Carolinas with his wife.
Hey! don’t go yet. We’ve got some announcements to pass along.
E.J. Wesley is going on a blog tour starting February 4th until March 4th. You can go HERE for more details.
Diane Wolfe has released her new book, How to Publish and Promote Your Book Now! and is giving everyone an opportunity to be a winner between February 5th through the 8th. Go HERE for more information.
And Mummsy has finally set a date for her blog party to cheer on Lila, the run-a-way bride. There’s three days of partying, free ebook copies of Secondhand Shoes, two peeps could win 15 dollar Amazon cards, along with two peeps receiving a free autographed copy of Mummy’s novel in paperback.
Save the dates: February 19th through 21st.
Lots of licks,
Sir Poops and Hair Ball
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
I want to thank The Writing Nut today and ask you all to go visit. Especially if you’re nosey about how other writers may live. I am. I love her Wednesday posts on other writers’ workspaces.
Hugs and chocolate,
Going to take a nap now.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
HB: Yup. We’re looking for nosh, peoples. Nosh.
SPAL: No we’re here to help promote authors and their works.
HB: Yup. For nosh.
HB: Yeah. I’m free! I’m free! Look at me. ***he shakes his head*** The cone is gone. ***He takes off running in a circle***
SPAL: ***sighs***Anyway, today we’ve got Mari Collier with us.
HB: ***still running in a circle*** I’m free! I’m free!
SPAL: Hello, nice lady.
HB: ***stops running in circles***Hello, nice lady. ***he jumps up and down***I’m free! I’m free!
MC: Well, hello, thanks for greeting me. Aren’t you two just the most adorable little things? Come sit on my lap and we’ll be all nice and comfy. There, isn’t that better? Now ask away.
SPAL and HB: ***HB plops in her lap*** and ***SPAL snuggles beside her***
SPAL:***sniffs at Mari*** You smell like cookies.
HB: ***sniffs, too**** You smell purdy, Nice Lady.
SPAL: We’d like to know what you like to snack on when you’re writing? And why.
HB: Yeah. ***he licks his chops***
MC:I usually don’t snack while I’m writing. I don’t want crumbs in the keyboard. If I do snack on anything it’s a handful of peanuts on a small plate.
HB: I like the ones in the shell. They’re more crunchy that way.
MC: Yes. They are more crunchy.
HB: I like the shells but Mummsy says they get stuck in my bum when I go to take my poops.
SPAL: ***elbows his brother and whispers*** We don’t talk about poop in an interview. ***he looks at Mari*** Are your peanuts salty or sweet?
MC: The peanuts are neither salty or sweet. I like the dry roasted ones.
HB: I wonder what dry roasted tastes like?
SPAL: ***looks at HB*** Like dry roasted, stupid. ***he looks to Mari**** Nice lady, does it get your creative juices flowing?
MC: No, the snack would be to keep me going, not start something.
HB: Oh. ***scratches his head***
SPAL: Do you have any fur or feathered peeps?
MC: I used to. I wished they were still with me.
SPAL and HB frown.
SPAL: Did they ever help you write like we help our Mummsy write? She says we’re her muses.
MC: They once did. Felina, a little collie-mix, and Bear, the shepherd, would nap on the floor by my feet while I wrote. Technically, both Bear and Felina helped me with Gather The Children.
SPAL: Nice lady, what are your published books?
MC: Gather The Children can be found at Amazon and Barnes & Noble. It is in print form.
Before We Leave is an E book at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and at iBookstore.
Please share an excerpt from your work in progress if you haven’t published anything yet.
My newest work, Earthbound, is with a publisher and will be published next year. This is from Before We Leave, an E book that you’ll find online and available for all E readers.
And below is an excerpt of something I’m working on:
Antoinette didn’t think other children learned as rapidly as her first and last born. She wasn’t sure a governess would be sufficient this fall. Miss Ambrose was to return in September. Lorenz had mentioned he would look for a teacher after the drive. One was needed. Antoinette felt the Rolfe children would benefit as much as her own. It seemed Marty Rolfe was the only one receiving any instruction and that was in the ways of the wild from his grandfather. She shuddered at the thought.
The clatter of hooves, gunfire, men’s shouts and women’s screams interrupted her thoughts. Randall looked up at her, and his eyes widened.
“Mama, do y’all want me to find Pawpaw’s rifle? It’s danger.”
Antoinette looked out the huge front window and saw six horses. Two were heading for the house and four were racing for the barn and bunkhouse area.
“No, come with me both of you!” She picked up Melissa and ran to her bedroom and put Melissa and Randall in the closet.
“Don’t move. Randall, take care your sister. Be still, very, very still. Shh. Don’t come out of there until I say it’s all right!” Her voice was stern, insistent.
There wasn’t time to grab one of the larger guns from the office and she pulled her derringer from her purse and ran to the rocker by the window. From the table beside the rocker, she picked up her embroidery and covered the derringer with the linen scarf she was working on. Thank goodness the bed is made ran through her mind. She heard the man coming up the porch steps and wished she had had time to be sitting in the parlor. She did not want Randall to come out to protect her. Thank God it was Randall in the closet and not Kendall. Kendall would be arguing with her.
The man didn’t really knock at the door. He kicked against it and walked in. Julia had been in the kitchen, but must have run.
Antoinette walked to the open bedroom door with the linen strewn with a field of pink and blue flowers draped over her right hand and the needle in her left hand.
The man was clad in denims and a dirty, sweat-stained calico shirt. His grey hat was wide brimmed and two guns hung on his hips. Obviously, someone had told him the men were gone. He needed a bath, and Antoinette stilled a gag from the stench of him.
“Hallo, pretty lady. Greet the new man of the house. We’re taking over…”
Antoinette pulled the trigger.
MC:Thanks again for having me. It’s been so much fun. I’ve brought a little treat for you if your Mummsy agrees. It’s the one I give to my daughter’s friend when she brings him over.
HB:***claps his paws and wags his whole body*** Mummsy will.
SPAL: Oh thank you, nice lady.
Don’t go yet. We thought we’d show off Lorelei Bell’s new book cover to her third book in the Sabrina Strong Series. It’s cool don’t you think?
And Mummsy’s novel, Secondhand Shoes is now on Kindle. She just has to put together some things and decide when she’s doing the blog party.
Lots of licks everybody,
Sir Poops and Hair Ball
Kisses are yummy, too!
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
HB: Yup. And I’m doing it today since I’m sporting an annoying head cone. Daddy-o nicked my eyelid the other night when he attempted shaving me. Mummsy’s hands bother her and so…well..the Daddy-O butchered me a good one.
SPAL: You need to remember, this is not about you. This is to help promote the new and Indie author. This is not about you having ouchies and getting treats by no means. I want to see excerpts from current WIPS and what our authors have published. You wear me out, stupid. It’s the same argument every Tuesday.
HB: Whatever, pansy-boy. I’m an injured pup and I deserve some justice. A nice treat would fix me up real nice.
SPAL: If you would’ve held still you’re eye would be okay. And if you keep fussing when Daddy-O goes to put the drops and salve on your eye, it won’t get better either. Which means you’ll have to go to The-Land-of-Lots-of-Torture where the evil, green-king lives and get a big shot in your butt. ***shrugs and then faces the audience***Today, I’d like to introduce, Mark Hunter.
HB: ***sticks his tongue out at SPAL before turning toward Mark***Hello, Mr. Nice-Man. Do you think you could spare some---
SPAL: ***elbows HB and smiles at Mark*** What do you like to snack on when you’re writing? Tell me why you like it.
MH: Bit O’ Honey, in the package of bit-size candy: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bit-O-Honey
It’s low in fat and sugar and high in awesomeness: Plus, it’s chewy, so I don’t eat too many too fast.
HB: I hear honey is good when fur peeps are sick. ***he coughs and then sniffles*** I hear its good for a fever.
SPAL: **rolls his eyes*** Is it crunchy or soft?
MH: Hard in your hand, soft in your mouth. Wait, let me rephrase that …
HB: Huh? I thought you were talking about honey. Not bones. Although, a bone would be nice.
SPAL: ***shh!*** MR. Nice-Man is it salty or sweet?
HB: ***licks his chops*** I’ve never heard of a sweet bone before.
SPAL: ***whispers to Hair Ball*** He’s not talking about bones, stupid. ***He turns to Mark***Does it get your creative juices flowing?
MH: I never really thought about it … not really – it just keeps me from rummaging through the house for something even worse.
HB: Like the garbage can?
SPAL: ***whispers to HAir Ball ***turns to look at Mark***Do you have any fur or feathered-peeps you like to share your nosh with?
MH: Baeowolf the giant dog, and Lucius, the cowardly ball python … although Lucius is more my wife’s pet. And has no fur, or feathers.
HB: Ewwwwwe. You have a snake? Oh…that’s not good. One of those things got me one day while I was outside to take my whiz.
SPAL: Yeah. Because you whizzed on his head, stupid. You need to watch where you point your whizzer. ***he looks at Mark*** Don’t pay any attention to my stupid brother. He always messes up the interview. My apologies, Mr. Nice-Man. Shall we continue. Do your fur and slithery peeps help you write like we help our Mummsy write? She says we’re her muses.
MH: Not really … although we’ve only had Bae for a few weeks, so we’ll see.
SPAL: Do you have any published books out there that your pets helped you with?
MH: Emily and I are definitely discussing doing a book with Bae!
SPAL: I’d like to write my own book, too. Could you please share an excerpt from your work in progress if you haven’t published anything yet.
“In those days, the entire population of a town would turn out to give what help they could at the call of ‘fire!’ In some communities the law stated everyone had to own at least one bucket. As the alarm spread, people would throw their buckets out the window, where they’d be grabbed up, until everyone formed bucket brigades to splash water on the fire.
How many concussions resulted from fallen buckets hasn’t been documented.“
-- Smoky Days and Sleepless Nights: A Century Or So With the Albion Fire Department
You can also find two of my books over at Amazon:
SPAL: Thank you for sharing, Mr. Nice-Man.
MH: Awe. Thank you. My pleasure.
HB: But I’m really sick. I think I’m catching a fever and in need of some honey.
Don’t go yet. Gail Baugniet has released her book, With Jealous Intent.
Also, Mummsy has been selling her paperback on her own and doing insy-winsy silent book signings at Starbuck’s and behind her salon chair. And currently, she’s been wrangling with the ebook format. Any day now and she will announce when she’ll do the blog party.
And too, we’re looking for peeps to interview. If interested, let us know. Right now, we have no one in February. That means Boy-Toy will be around. And I have no clue what he’s all about either. I’m almost afraid to find out. Mummsy’s been keeping it a secret and laughs this wicked laugh when we ask her. it even has Daddy-O on edge.
Lots of Licks,
Sir Poops and Hair Ball
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
William Kendall, at Speak of the Devil, has posted a review. It brought tears to my eyes. Go here to read
Having the novel out there, even in paperback, is surreal. Personally, I’ve sold almost every book I’ve bought at cost. I started out with thirty-two and now have ten left. My marketing plan is to plant seeds without shoving it down peoples’ throats. So I’ll be doing some fundraisers within the next couple of months. Next month, I’ll be hosting a book party at Sweetman’s little eyewear shop. And once I know when for sure it will be up for the Kindle, I’ll be having a blog party and giving away free ebooks.
Let me know if any of you are interested in helping out. Just say so in the comment box. Hoping to have a date soon.
Hugs and chocolate,
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
HB: And we survived the Glowstick.
SPAL: And we’re back today to bring you a treat.
HB: What about out treats?
SPAL: We’re here to support the Indie and new authors out there, stupid.
HB: For nosh, pansy-boy. Don’t forget the nosh.
SPAL: ***rolls his eyes*** We’re here to show off what they’ve published or what they’re working on.
HB: Yeah. But for the nosh.
SPAL: Anyway, today we have Cynthia Bagley. Hello, nice lady.
HB: Where’s the no…I mean what do you like to snack on when you’re writing? Tell us why you like it.
CB: My two favorite snacks are all types of chocolate and biltong. Chocolate lovin' needs no explanation, but biltong, well, is a jerky-like treat that I was introduced to when I lived in Johannesburg, South Africa in 1983. Biltong is like jerky, but it is moist strips of meat. I have eaten ostrich, wildebeest, and antelope biltong. My favorite is wildebeest. Now that I live in the US, I can get beef biltong.
HB: ***his ears prick up*** Meat? I love meat. Is it crunchy or soft kind?
SPAL: ***he elbows Hair Ball*** Meat is chewy, stupid. Chocolate can be either.
CB: They are both fairly soft. With loosing teeth recently, I do better with less crunchy treats, which is too bad. I used to love crunchy treats and potato chips.
SPAL: Mummsy says potato chips are bad for you, too. Okay. Since it’s jerky, is it salty or sweet?
CB: The biltong is salty and the chocolate is sweet. My mother used to make hot carob when I was growing up. It doesn't taste as good as hot chocolate, of course.
HB: Did you say chocolate covered jerky?
SPAL: ***he looks at Hair Ball***Shh…Does this biltong get your creative juices flowing?
CB: Actually it gives me a boost when I am slowing down like when a scene just won't finish properly. I get up, walk around, and eat a treat.
HB: Treats help me finish things, too.
SPAL: Do you have any fur or feathered-peeps you like to share your nosh with?
CB: Sadly, I don't have furred peeps of my own. However, I am an aunt to some Chihuahuas. I met Tequila after she was weaned. She moved into the gardener's apartment. We see her every few days when she goes out for her walk. When Tequila sees (my hubby and I), hears, or smells us, she runs as fast as she can to us so that I'll pick her up. She gives me a lick or two and then falls asleep in my arms.
SPAL: Awe… that’s so sweet.
HB: Yeah. Do they help you write like we help our Mummsy write? She says we’re her muses.
CB: I am not sure if Tequila is a muse. She does give me lots of love, which helps me to write better. She also taught me that you don't have to like everyone. She growls at other dogs and protects her people even though she is so small. I have learned to use that fierceness in my writings.
HB: I don’t like everyone, either. And I don’t like cars, skate boards, roller skates, or strollers. They make me crazy. And I don’t like men in suits or those hoodie things. They’re scary.
SPAL: ***elbows Hair Ball*** This is not about you. Nice lady, do you have any published books out there that a fur-peep helped you with?
CB: I have written a lot—so not sure which one you'd like, boys. My most recent is Ghostly Glimmers III, a short story collection.
SPAL: Please share an excerpt from your work in progress if you haven’t published anything yet.
CB: This link has my Perchance to Dream novel that I am putting up as a serialized novel.
SPAL: Thank you for sharing today, nice lady.
HB: Yeah. But where’s the chocolate covered jerky?
Don’t go away yet. We’d like to share tow more things. One is Sheri Lakey’s book tour.
And Elle Garret is having a cover reveal for her new book, Passing Time.
Nine dark fiction stories that may just give you nightmares.
A man lives to regret Passing Time. A father will do anything to save his son inExpiration Date. An author finds out her worst nightmare is back in The Devil’s Song. A woman gets more than the claim fee when she takes out vampire insurance in Luna Black.
In Dining in Hell, the Death Valley Diner becomes the wrong place to stop.
A serial killer wants to add another file to his collection in The Vegas Screamer. In Eating Mr. Bone, an undertaker could meet an unfortunate end. A con man meets his first ghost in Land of the Free. And will truth be set free in The Letter?
Publication date: February 11th, 2013
You guys, have a nice day!
Lots of licks,
Sir Poops and Hair Ball
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Today, is the day for Alex J. Cavanaugh's Insecure Writer’s Group to express their insecurities or encourage each other. And I’m late, I know. I got called into work so my world got a little shaken this morning. But I’ve decided for 2013 I’m not going to stress. When things get done, they’ll get done.
I know this blog has been on vacation. But some family business needed to tending to. Glowstick and Tinkerbell are currently doing much better. But I’m always on call for my grandsons and daughter. What are moms for? Right?
While on my hiatus from blogging, I’ve been doing a lot of reflection about my time. Mostly the time to finish my newest novel.
Sir Poops and Hair Ball will keep their posts going, What’s Your Nosh Tuesdays. And I have a new guy who will be posting when the boys don’t have a Tuesday filled. His name is Boy Toy. That’s all I will tell you for now because his mission or missions are top secret until he posts. So I’m cutting down on my posting time, guys. I really need to.
In the past, I’ve ranted about my health issues. And I really don’t want to do that here. I’ll stick with the Insecure Writer’s Group every month. And I may do the April A to Z blogging thing. ***shrugs*** Don’t know though. That all depends on whether or not I finish my newest project.
Anyhow, I really don’t know how some of you do this blogging thing. Some blog three to seven days a week. I admire all of you that can keep this kind of schedule up. Really, I do.
I know a lot of you work other jobs, have kids, and have the same mundane chores that I do. Plus, you’re all working toward your dream of being accomplished and published writers. All of you are so amazing!
You all blow me away. Really. I hope this New Year brings you all one step closer to your dreams. Keep running your race! You’ll get there eventually.
Hugs and chocolate,
E.J. Wesley’s, Witch’s Nocturne, is up on Amazon, for 99 cents. I’ve already got my copy. Stop by and check it out. It’s Book II to his Moonsong Series.
Secondhand Shoes is now in paperback on Amazon only. The ebook should be ready by the end of the month. I’m thinking party time by the beginning of February. I don’t want to overload anybody.
Hugs and chocolate again!