Thursday, August 7, 2014

August IWSG (Belated)

I had every intention of posting yesterday. Really, I did. However, my husband had other plans. Yesterday morning, he announced we were repainting our wraparound porches. That's 960 sq. ft. of porch. Two coats. Didn't get much else done, but they look great!

Find out more about the Insecure Writer's Support Group (IWSG)
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So that I didn't completely flake out this month, I decided to go ahead and do a quick, belated post. Hope all is fabulous with everyone out there. Me? Still waiting on a few beta reads of my novel. In the meantime, I'm working on yet another pass & tweaking as I go. 

Debbie Ohi's comic seemed fitting for today's post. Enjoy!





Used with permission from Debbie Ridpath Ohi at inkygirl.com

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

July IWSG: Mixed Feelings About Finding Your Book in a Thrift Shop

First of all, do you buy it? Of course you do! But then the round of questions begin. Who bought it and then gave it away? Why did they not want it anymore? How come they didn't ask me to sign it? Did they absolutely hate it? (Yeah, that must be it.) 

On one hand, it's quite thrilling to find my book on a thrift store bookshelf, but on the other hand, it's quite sad, too. My hometown is a map dot of a town in Texas, so the chance that this person who bought and gave away this copy knew me, is HUGE. So again, why didn't they tell me and ask me to autograph the copy?

I know. Cry me a river, right? Life could be much worse.

I guess the one big positive is my book was for sale (even if only .99) along with tattered copies of popular children's picture books. For once in his tiny, acorny life, LITTLE A. was shelf buddies with a copy of DON'T LET THE PIGEON DRIVE THE BUS!

Yes, in an odd way, Little Acorn's feeling positively giddy right about now. Me? I guess I'll go ahead and scribble this one down in my accomplishment book. 

Write on, folks!

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Have you heard? There's this fabulous group known as the Insecure Writer's Support Group. Once a month, writers around the world meet online to express their fears & insecurities. The best part is support! You're not the only one out there. We're all in this together. :) A huge shout out goes to Alex Cavanaugh, our fearless ninja leader and his co-hosts this month:  Krista McLaughlin, Kim Van Sickler, Heather Gardner, and Hart Johnson.









Tuesday, June 10, 2014

PLUMB CRAZY Release Day Book Blitz!!!


IT'S HERE, FOLKS!!!

I won't waste your time with a bunch of blah, blah, blah from me, let's get to the good stuff!!!

PLUMB CRAZY
Release Date: 06/10/14

Summary from Goodreads:
Small town country girl Elva Presley Hicks is about to attend her five-year class reunion with her best friends, Shay and Margarett.

The discovery of an old fanfic manuscript stirs up memories of her summer job as a plumber’s helper in Houston the summer before senior year. She earned a lot of money that year, but was lonely as heck.

It's not like there weren't any suitors back then. Elva could have chosen between Chase, the obese pig farmer, and Wyatt, the plumber with wandering hands. But Elva yearned for something more, and found it that fateful summer, with electrician, Mitch McCall.

It was magical. Mitch wasn't turned off by Elva's name or fan fiction writing, and Elva didn't lose interest in Mitch after he cut off his nose at work.

Trials and triumphs followed including a friendship implosion, world-wide fanfic humiliation, and goat salvation. It would go down as the most memorable summer of high school.

But as these things sometimes do, the summer romance fizzled and Elva moved on to life after high school. And while she's ready to reminisce, she is unnerved when she runs into Mitch at the reunion. Can they give it another go after so much time has passed, or are they too different now to even try?


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Excerpt:

Elva munched the last fry as they entered the plumbing shop parking lot. She licked her fingers. A man in his twenties straddled a gold Harley outside the dull metal shop building.
He wore a Stetson, but it didn’t hide his chiselled face—a GQ God, sculpted, perfect. Elva climbed out of the truck, and he gave her “the look,” the honest to God “checking you out” look.
Let him look, she thought. Her double D boobs weren’t one of the most common sights in the universe.
A very short man, even shorter than Papaw, scurried out of a corrugated metal garage door.
“Get your damn butts to your damn jobs on time, damn it. I damn sure don’t want to lose any more damn money. Damn it all to hell.”
Everyone nodded, so Elva obliged by nodding too.
“Mr. Bob, what about my gal?” Papaw asked.
“Elva Presley?” One man snickered and ‘damn’ man, Mr. Bob, laughed out loud.
“Damn, I didn’t think your damn granddaughter would show, damn it.” He put his hand on his head and shouted with laughter.
Elva tried to smile but instead stretched her lips over her teeth like a Rottweiler rubbed the wrong way. What had she thought it would be like?
“The gal gets one damn week trial. Elva’s assigned to Yves’s damn team today,” Mr. Bob said. “At the damn valve company.”
“Should we start Elva out on industrial?” Papaw asked.
“You said she could do the damn work.”
“She can, but, hell, it’s an industrial job.”
“I can do it.” Elva stepped forward. “Who’s Yves?” She surveyed the group of men standing in a semi-circle.
“I’m Yves.” Another short man answered. He was maybe thirty with thinning hair and hazel eyes. Elva stuck her hand out, and he stared at her with a halfopened mouth. Not a good first contact situation, but he finally took her offered hand.
The GQ God stepped up and smiled at her. “I’m Wyatt.” His fingers wrapped around her hand. Warmth shot up from her stomach to her face like water bursting from an artesian well.
“You look pretty sturdy.” Wyatt leaned toward her, smiling. How did he get his teeth that white? He smelled forestry-like and clean, and she couldn’t help taking a deep whiff.
“I’m Elva.” Her face turned hot.
“Pleased to meet you.” Wyatt doffed his hat and placed it over his heart.
Elva ducked her head. “Likewise.”
“We’re with Yves. Follow me.” He headed to a nearby plumbing truck.
Elva paid particular attention to his backside. Wyatt had bulging muscles and skin-tight Levi’s.
They all climbed in the pick-up and sped away from the shop, taking side streets. Yves was driving, and Wyatt had pulled his hat over his eyes. Elva sat in the middle, smashed up against Wyatt’s leg. She wished for a cell phone so she could call Shay and Margarett and covertly describe every delicious Wyatt detail.

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 Molly Blaisdell's first crossover YA/NA romantic comedy, Plumb Crazy, is forthcoming from Swoon Romance. She is also the author of 30 books for children, including Rembrandt and the Boy Who Drew Dogs (Barron’s), The Truth About Unicorns (Capstone Press) and The Big Fuzzy Coat (MeeGenius!). She's written hundreds of articles for many internationally known publishers, including MSN, Scholastic, eHow, Hasbro, and Penguin's Author Learning Center. Molly is a Texan and a graduate of Texas A&M in Chemistry. She is a long-time member of SCBWI, and is a former Regional Advisor of the Western Washington region, a Blueboard Moderator Emeritus and a recipient of the Martha Weston Grant. She formed her first fan fiction group in junior high school and is still a huge fan gal of all things space, Star Trek, anime and blockbuster movies. She's the mom of four, and currently lives under the wide open skies of College Station, TX with her husband Tim. Her interests include fine art, folk art, and Texas music.

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