Friday, March 29, 2013

A Short Blogging Hiatus

As you've probably noticed in the last month, I haven't been around the blogosphere very much.  The truth is that I can't keep up with 2013.  No matter how hard I try.  Not at home, not at work, not on social media.  About the only thing I can keep up with is at least taking my prescription medication every day . . . and even that gets dicey sometimes.  I used to be able to do it all plus half of everyone else's shit.  Now I can't seem to  complete even a simple task.  I can't remember anything, and I'm at the point where I'm pouring my tea into my cereal in the morning because I'm just that distracted thinking of all the things I need to catch up on--that I never make a dent in.

I need to recharge!

I think I need to pare down the amount of things I'm trying to accomplish for a month or two and get back to the basics--like writing, which is the reason I'm here in the first place.  The first draft of my third novel has been languishing on my hard drive for months.  (Seriously, we're approaching a year.  There's just no excuse.)

Instead of desperately trying to catch up and never getting there, I'm going to give myself permission to just stop for awhile and come back in a month or two hopefully feeling refreshed and begin again.  

So one of the things I'm going to take a bit of a break from is blogging.  I think this is the perfect time for me because I will never survive the A to Z stuff in April.  I'm going to try to focus on my writing--finishing that third novel up and getting started on the fourth.  I'll still be around so, my fellow writers, don't hesitate to email me. I'll still be on Facebook and you can still reach me via Twitter.  As a rule, I try to always make time for my fellow writers. Even though I haven't been making it to your blogs every day, and will continue to be scarce in April, I will still make myself available to my fellow writers.  I'm just going to make writing my first priority until the summertime.  Then I hope to return to all forms of social media with renewed vigor!

Also, as you probably know by now, my second novel, Aberration is due out 6/6/13.  I'm thinking about hosting a blog hop during release week so stay tuned for that.  Once I've got the details ironed out, I will post in mid-May about that.

FYI, according to the Merriam-Webster online dictionary:

aberration:  the fact or instance of deviating or being aberrant, especially from a moral standard or normal state.  

Monday, March 18, 2013

Strength Blog Tour: A Guest Post by Carrie Butler

I'm thrilled to have my wonderful and brilliant friend, Carrie Butler over today for a very poignant guest post. I hope you'll read on because it's a good one . . .and stay tuned to hear more about the Strength Giveaway.

And if you haven't read the book yet, you really, really, really, really, really should cause it is beyond awesome!

And now to Carrie:

From My Lowest Point (to My Highest)

Thank you for having me over, Lisa. I'm going to share something personal today, because, well... March 19th is always difficult for me. The story is a little long, but maybe it will help someone who's found themselves in a similar position. :)

I completed my college courses a quarter early. There were still a few months left until the official graduation ceremony—which I would later skip to participate in Relay for Life—so I decided to spend that time getting a jump on job applications. My last day was March 19th.

It was a cold, windy Thursday morning, and I was scheduled to work my last shift at the campus bookstore. Naturally, I had mixed feelings about this. I loved my co-workers and the fun environment we'd created, but I couldn't wait for my "real" life to begin. So, I locked up my car and hurried through the parking lot.

That's when my phone rang.

My mom's voice was strained, and I froze dead in my tracks on the sidewalk—something was wrong. She said my uncle had a sudden heart attack, but that was all she knew. She would call me back as soon as she heard something. We hung up, and I stood there, letting people edge around me.

Our family was close, very close. In fact, I had just talked to my uncle a week or so before that, confiding that I was worried about finding work. "You'll find something," he assured me, in that ever-patient tone of his. "You will."

And I believed him.

So, with our last conversation echoing in my ears, I made my way into the bookstore. Everyone was all smiles for my last day, but I vaguely remember stumbling past them to talk to my supervisor. I asked if I could leave my phone on, and then I wandered into the back room in a fog...

Only to find myself the guest of honor at a surprise going away party.

My coworkers had outdone themselves. Cake, balloons, cards, etc. The whole nine yards. I tried to smile, I tried to thank them, but my mind was miles away. Thankfully, we had to do this "party" in shifts. Someone had to be out on the floor, after all, so I took my turn at the register.

I'm not sure how much time passed before my mom called again. I barely remember getting someone to cover the front so I could run outside. My mom was crying, I was crying, and I didn't even know what happened—though, there was no mistaking the feeling of dread that had settled into the pit of my stomach.

My uncle had died.

I went back to the bookstore a mess, stammering that I had to leave. While my coworkers packed up the cake, I mumbled apologies and struggled to find my keys. Finally, a friend passed them off with an apologetic look in her eyes, and I made my way to the car.

That was when it hit me. Tradition. The look she gave me. We always trashed the person's car who was graduating.

My sad little Plymouth—which most of you know had already been on fire, home to unwanted snakes, and knocked down a hill—was covered in toilet paper. And shrink wrap. Balloons. Glass paint all over the windows. I opened the door and colorful, star-shaped confetti flew everywhere.

I left my things on the driver's seat and returned to the bookstore. My friends were full of apologies, but I didn't blame them. They couldn't have known what was going to happen. So, I grabbed my favorite box-cutter, a wad of paper towels, and some Windex, and then made my way back to the parking lot.

Of course, that was when everything hit me—my uncle's death, graduation, my sudden unemployment. The next thing I knew, there were tears streaming down my face, and I was laughing like a maniac. A few people approached me, but kept their distance. I didn't blame them, either. If I came across a similar scene, I would've done the same thing.

It took a good twenty minutes before I was able to clear a spot on the windshield. I ran the supplies back inside, said quick goodbyes, and then made the long drive home. Broken.

The next week was a blur. Family camped out in my aunt's living room and passed around stories. Neighbors stopped by with food. Calling hours. Pain. Funeral services. Emptiness.

And it didn't get better. Weeks turned into months, and I threw myself into the job hunt, desperately seeking a distraction. Unfortunately, you all know this part of the story. Depression and unsettling thoughts followed. The point is, I'm here now, years later, and my uncle was right.

I did find something—this.

Writing became my passion, and now I'm doing everything in my power to make it my career. Things are in motion. My book is out, people are reading it, and I'm already hard at work on the next one. I like to think my uncle is proud of me.

Because I'm finally starting to feel proud of myself.

About Carrie:

Carrie daydreamed her way through college—until they thrust a marketing degree into her hands, slapped a summa cum laude seal on the corner, and booted her out into a less-than-stellar job market. Instead of panicking at the prospect of unemployment, she used her Midwestern logic to steer into the skid and point her life in the direction she really wanted to go: writing out those daydreams.



About the amazing book, Strength:

When college student Rena Collins finds herself nose-to-chest with the campus outcast, she’s stunned. Wallace Blake is everything she’s ever wanted in a man—except he can’t touch her. His uncontrollable strength, a so-called gift from his bloodline, makes every interaction dangerous. And with a secret, supernatural war brewing among his kind, there’s no time to work it out. To keep Wallace in her life, Rena will have to risk a whole lot more than her heart.


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Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Happy Release Day, Carrie Butler!

I'm super thrilled to celebrate the release of Strength by the lovely and brilliant Carrie Butler.  I'm neither a romance nor a paranormal fan and yet this book had me in its clutches.  You will love it!  So check it out!  And CONGRATS to the incomparable Carrie!

    Title: Strength
Series: Mark of Nexus – Book 1
Publisher: Sapphire Star Publishing    Category: New Adult (NA) Genre: Paranormal Romance (PNR) Release Date: March 07, 2013
Available at: Amazon, Kindle, Barnes and Noble, Nook, Sony Reader Store, iTunes Bookstore, Kobo, Diesel, and Baker & Taylor.
When college student Rena Collins finds herself nose-to-chest with the campus outcast, her rumor-laced notions are shattered. Handsome, considerate, and seemingly sane, Wallace Blake doesn’t look like he spends his nights alone, screaming and banging on the walls of his dorm room. Hell, he doesn’t look like he spends his nights alone, period. Too curious for her own good, Rena vows to uncover the truth behind Wallace’s madman reputation—and how two seconds of contact had left her with bruises. Of course, there are a few minor setbacks along the way: guilt, admiration, feelings of the warm and fuzzy variety… Not to mention the unwanted attention of Wallace's powerful, supernaturally-gifted family. They’re a bloodline divided by opposing ideals, two soon-to-be warring factions that live in secret among us. When Rena ends up caught in their crossfire, Wallace has no choice but to save her by using his powers. Now they’re really in trouble. With war on the horizon and Rena’s life in the balance, he needs to put some distance between them. But Rena won’t let go. If fighting is what it takes to prove her own strength and keep Wallace in her life, then that’s what she’ll do—even if it means risking a whole lot more than her heart.
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About the Author:
 Carrie daydreamed her way through college—until they thrust a marketing degree into her hands, slapped a summa cum laude seal on the corner, and booted her out into a less-than-stellar job market. Instead of panicking at the prospect of unemployment, she used her Midwestern logic to steer into the skid and point her life in the direction she really wanted to go: writing out those daydreams.
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Saturday, March 2, 2013

To Entice You . . . A First Chapter from a Friend

I've been given permission to post the first chapter of Michael Infinito's In Blog We Trust which is available now. This book had me turning pages all through the night so I'm thrilled to be able to whet readers' appetites with this chapter.

First Chapter of IN BLOG WE TRUST


           The crowd erupted into chaotic screams as Incorrigible, the world’s biggest rock band, made their way to the stage. Wasting little time, they picked up their instruments, immediately breaking into the song, “Are We Alone.”  With a bombastic riff behind his gravelly voice, Kirk Cochoran belted out the lyrics, eventually screeching the final lines.
            The candles and the stained glass
            Comforted my heart
            As the bitterness in my brain
            Tried to tear their world apart
            I am no one
            I am someone
            Isn’t life so odd
            I am no good
            I am so good
            A child of some God
            The audience went crazy as the feedback from the guitar Kirk was playing continued to hum, even after the song had come to a thunderous conclusion. He let the instrument hang from its strap, freeing up both of his hands. Kirk then grabbed the microphone stand and pulled it up to his skinny, five foot nine inch frame, almost as if he were humping it.
             “It’s great to be fuckin’ home!” he screamed, causing the crowd to cheer. “We’ve played all over the world, but I can tell you, Portland’s where the party’s at. This is also a special night for us. One year ago today, we released “Corporate Generation” as a single.”
               Tommy Hanes, the band’s bassist, and Carlos Russo, the drummer, began to play the rhythm section of the song, while Kirk tantalized the fans with his introduction to the decade’s biggest hit.
               “Tonight we want to bring it back to where it all started,” he continued, unplugging his fancy red Fender guitar and trading it for an old, worn out, black model.
                The feedback from the amplifier intensified as the old guitar came to life. The high pitched humming was so loud it brought pain to Kirk’s ears.  He immediately tried to turn it down using the control knobs on the instrument, but nothing was working. The unsettling noise became shrill enough that even the half-stoned crowd couldn’t take it any longer. Kirk reached down to unplug his line, and that’s when all hell broke loose. A surge of electricity made its way through the guitar and into the rocker’s body. He began to shake from the current ripping through him. Saliva boiled from his mouth as he fell backward onto the stage.
                “Cut the mother fucking power!” Tommy Hanes screamed.
                Security, roadies, and emergency officials stormed the stage. The electricity was cut off, but sparks still flew from Kirk’s gyrating body. By this time, the genius songwriter of his era was on fire. His eyes had exploded from out of his head, and cooking brain matter splattered the stage like popcorn from a popper. Security officers tried to spray him with fire extinguishers, but nothing could douse the blaze. The power was completely dead, and so was Kirk. The electricity that had settled into his body refused to leave. Blue sparks continued to fly as the pile of charred bone and flesh burned its way through the bottom of the stage and down to the next level of the building. Hoards of people soon pushed their way to the scene, hoping it was all some sort of tricky gimmick that had been perpetrated by the band. The sight of Tommy Hanes down on his knees, throwing up, and Carlos Russo bawling hysterically, should have been a clue to them it was no hoax. By the time the event was over, all that remained of Kirk Cochoran was fourteen pounds of cremated ashes and a rock and roll mystery for the ages.
To read more, the entire novel is available on Amazon, Black Rose Writing, Barnes and Noble, and Smashwords.  It is also available in both paperback and e-reader format.