Monday, June 19, 2017

Plots smacking me in the head

I must have some sort of weird character magnet.  Once again, something strange happened to me.  I'm not sure if I mentioned a few things that have happened over the years, but here are a few--and these were all strangers:

* Random lady stops me in a grocery store to ask me how to make potato salad (I'm not a good cook)
* Strange man in pickup stops me on the street while I'm walking our dogs to take a picture of the dogs
* Priest is walking by our home while I'm mowing to ask me how to get to the Catholic Church a few blocks away.  (That one still disturbs me...what priest doesn't know where his church is?)

I get these types of encounters ALL the time.  I think I have invisible ink on my head that says, 'talk to me.'

So the other day, I was outside pulling up flags on our property from a failed city contract to redo a street.  I no sooner than grabbed about four of the MANY MANY flags when a neighbor pulled up and stopped in front of me to talk.  No big deal.  She and her husband stop all the time like that just to catch up on gossip.

We were talking when this car pulled in front of the neighbor's car, parked in front of our house, and the woman got out. She was a much older woman but wasn't smiling.  She headed right for me.  I said, "Do I know you?"

She said, "No, but you're hilarious how you talk with your hands."

She kept talking to us when our neighbor figured out who she was.  She's related to someone at the other end of the street and 'different,' to say the least.  The woman finally got back into her car and took off.

I told the neighbor this place is weird and I can't WAIT to move someplace normal.  She laughed because she and her husband would love to move to Florida.  I've been saying I want to move since we moved in, almost 14 years ago.

Anyway, this week, it's time to rethink how much stuff I want to move when my husband decides to retire in about 9 or more years.  One moving Pod.  That's what I'm telling my kids.  After that 'character' encounter with the old lady making fun of how I talk with my hands...it might just be sooner.  😎

Have a great week!
SweetTale Books

Monday, June 12, 2017

The Hook

When any writer starts to write a book, they learn about the 'hook.'  But what is it?




I like to think of it as in a television program.  The first few moments are exciting and makes you want to watch.  Right before a commercial, they leave you wanting more, so you'll come back.  That's like the beginning and ending of every chapter.

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Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Book #58!!! Questionable Job Security

Right on the heels of #57 comes this book, #58 for SweetTale Books.

Questionable Job Security, by Andie Alexander, is #6 in the Extreme Travel series.




Blurb:

Kes and two teams travel to Turkey for a two-fold mission—save a kidnapped child and investigate a murder of one of their own agents.  Thanks to her antics, Kes proves to be a force to be reckoned with, especially since she thinks her job's at risk.  It's time to up the ante and actually save the world.



Chapter 1:


Red and blue police lights lit up my rearview mirror, making me think it was going to be a rough Monday morning.

I was driving through the suburbs of Denver to get to work at our travel agency, and had even completely stopped at the stop sign just before I'd turned left. I wasn't speeding, but I was drinking a humungous delicious cup of coffee I'd just purchased at a coffee shop. I didn't think drinking coffee while driving was a reason to pull someone over, but I didn't keep up with any new laws or ordinances.

While watching the police car behind me, I pulled over to the side of the road. The radio was playing my favorite song, too, and I'd been singing along at the top of my lungs.

I turned off the car and flipped on my cell phone, laying it beside me on the passenger's seat just in case I needed to call for help.

As I watched the officer in the rear view mirror, I dug the license and registration out of my wallet. The man got out of the car, adjusted his pants, and put his billy club in his hand. I swallowed hard while trying to see the cop's face. His hat was low on his head, so I couldn't see his eyes. He yanked his handcuffs out of his pocket and approached my car. I was in trouble. Routine traffic stops didn't include handcuffs or a club. It made me wonder what I'd done wrong.

Even though it was a very warm mid-September morning, I wound my window up to about an inch from the top and locked all the doors. I thought my late-model four-door dark blue coupe sedan would be invisible to cops, since it was so generic.

"Good morning, officer," I said with a smile. "Nice day out."

The officer held his pad of paper high while he wrote, juggling his night stick and handcuffs in the hand holding the paper. "Do you know what you did wrong?" His tone was low and surly.

Wait. I knew that voice but couldn't place it right away. "No, sir," I said.

He lowered the paper and laughed at me as he lifted his hat a bit. "Gotcha."

My heart skipped a beat as my hand flew to my chest. "Doug? What are you doing, pulling me over? You almost made me wet myself. Very funny…not."

Doug was a CIA agent in the Denver office where I worked. He and his partner, Dave, were a very good team of agents, and some of the best in the nation. They were also gamblers and practical jokers, so I figured he was up to no good.

Doug glanced up and down the street before he spoke, as if he worried someone might be watching. "I had to stop you, Kes. I needed to warn you about something."

I lifted my humungo cup of coffee to my lips and took a drink before swallowing. "What?" I wasn't about to lower my window any more, in case I was to be the subject of yet another practical joke. I wouldn't put it past him to pull me out of my car, handcuff me, and make it look like he was going to use his nightstick, just to embarrass me. That was Doug's sick sense of humor.

I put my cup back into the holder and glanced up at his dark hair and dark brown eyes. "What did you want to warn me about?"

He was writing and had to concentrate. Men were so linear when they thought and really couldn't multitask.

"I had to write it down." He leaned closer. "You never know who's listening," he said in a low tone.

I sighed. Like my car would be bugged.

"Whisper it to me," I murmured.

"Nope."

He finished writing and pushed the paper through the crack in the window. I grabbed it just before it hit the floor. It said, 'Ian's looking for you for a physical. We're on a mission together.'

"I see." I nodded. "Thank you so much for the ticket."

"There's more," he said with a grin. "Look again."

I read the note again. He'd written something under the 'offense' section.

"Huh?" I asked. "Going too slow a stop sign? How is that even possible?"

"Twenty-five dollars, at the courthouse."

He laughed at his own joke and I shook my head. "You're not serious."

"Sure, Kes. Or, you can pay me now, if you want." He winked. "Red hair and green eyes are just my thing today."

"I'll pay you all right." I pointed to the note. "Who will be joining me?"

He pointed to himself and nodded. I was sure he knew I was talking about the mission.

"Lucky me." I sighed. "First time together, huh? Would you like a flying lesson when I'm with you…without a parachute?" I grinned and winked, because he knew I'd throw him out of the airplane on the mission if I had to. He might have the parachute, depending on my mood.

He swallowed hard. "Not really. I'll take that paper back if you want." He held out his hand for the ticket.

Instead of giving it to him, I laid it on the passenger's side of the car. "No, I think Wilson needs to see this one, and maybe I should show it to the Denver P.D." I laughed at his fearful face at just the mention of our big Washington D.C. boss and local cops. "Don't worry. I'll protect you."

"Thanks. Just think…together at last."

"What about James?" I was asking if my handsome husband would be joining us. James had medium-brown hair, light blue eyes, and spoke with a sexy slightly British accent. He also had a Ph.D. in Psychology.

"Of course." Doug moaned. "Someday, you know…" He winked in an exaggerated manner. I had to laugh at him, because many of the agents had a thing for me. It was almost a competition, even though they all knew I was devoted to James.

I shook my head. "It'll never happen. Hey, thanks for the ticket. I'm going to run some 'errands.'" I used my 'quotey' fingers so I could give him the male visual indicator. With men, I had to make things visual or they just didn't get it.

"Have fun on your trip." He walked away from me, got back into the police car, and pulled into traffic, almost cutting someone off. After flipping on his lights and siren, he took off down the street going about twice the speed limit. I chuckled at his actions while I chugged the rest of my coffee.

As I pulled out into traffic, my cell phone rang. I glanced at the caller id and groaned. Good old Ian, just doing his job. There was no way I'd let that guy get his ice-cold hands on me today. No way. He'd have to knock me out for it.

Ian had power. He was the highest-ranking agent in our office, so he was in charge. He was also good looking, with blond hair and brown eyes. Even though he had degrees in surgical medicine and computer science, I considered myself smarter than him, since I had street sense. Thus, his power meant nothing to me because I could out-think him when necessary.

The phone stopped ringing and I made a detour to the travel agency. One nice thing about being independently wealthy--whether married into it or not--is that I didn't really have to work. But if I wanted to get away, I certainly could duck into the office for a few hours and no one would know the difference.

James was the rich one. Because we were married, I got the same profits from all his investments, including the newspaper he owned, the travel agency we both owned, and all his stocks, bonds, and other investments I really didn't care to know about. I was only concerned with what I had to do, including writing an article for the Extreme Travel Division of his newspaper once a quarter every time we traveled with the CIA, and rewriting agency reports for the boss, Wilson.

I drove at least a half block from the travel agency and hid my car in a parking deck. Once I got out of the car, I headed down paths that weren't traveled much to get to the building. As I was ready to peek out at traffic from between two buildings, I noticed Ian's brand new little red sportscar driving very slowly down the street. I moved back a bit and just waited for him to pass. He was looking the other way toward the travel agency building, not realizing I was right beside his car but hidden out of his view.

As soon as he passed, I peeked out of my hiding spot and watched him turn the corner. Once he was definitely out of sight, I ran across the street and entered the travel agency from the back door. He wouldn't stop to find me here because my car wasn't in the usual parking spot.

I walked through the door and closed it behind me. The new girl running the place was seated at the front desk, working on the computer.

I checked the mail bin from the box, but it was empty. "Hello, Donna," I said. "No interruptions today, okay? I'm not even here." I had to take precautions, just in case.

"Sure, Kes." She didn't even look up from her work.

I used the bathroom first, after that huge cup of coffee, and then I entered my office. Once inside, I closed and locked the door and drew the shades so no one could see into the small room. I knew Ian would be looking for me, hoping he wouldn't find me in my office. However, if he called James, I was in big trouble. So, I hid. I knew it was childish, but I did what I had to do.

I opened the drawer to my desk and took out a great novel I'd been reading, turning to the marked page. After reading one sentence, I heard the front door open and close with a bang.

"Have you seen Kes?" It was Ian and he didn't sound happy. I'd know his mean voice anywhere. He shouldn't have stopped here and it frustrated me that he'd figured me out so fast. I made a mental note to find a new hiding place, like on a deserted island somewhere.

I closed my eyes and prayed Donna would listen to me. She was a temporary replacement for my real assistant, Maria, who was out sick. Maria was married to another CIA agent named Jerome, after meeting just two months earlier. She'd been really sick since Thursday, which was about four days of yuckiness. I just hoped I didn't get what she had or Ian would really be breathing down my neck, trying to cure me. I hated the thought.

Donna didn't answer Ian, so he said it again, but louder. "Have you seen Kes?"

"Who are you?" Her tone wasn't exactly pleasant. "Maybe you think you're Mrs. Hamilton's boss or something? I think not. I don't like your attitude either, buster, and you should know better than to come into my place of business and treat me like this."

I could mentally see Ian's mouth hanging open, making me stifle a chuckle. Donna was good. She was an ex-cop, but wanted an easier job with less stress. Ian had no idea what he was up against. He probably thought she was a pushover, because Donna was a beautiful woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. She was very neat and trim and always put together, but tough as nails. At first glance, someone might think she was just a dumb blonde, but she was all but dumb. Ian was about to find that out firsthand.

"What's your name?" he snapped. "And where's Maria?"

"If you have to know…" Donna's voice had gone up another decibel. "Maria's been sick for a few days, so I'm filling in for her. My name's Donna and I don't take any lip from people like you, got it?"

I was sure she was probably close to his face, and Ian's eyebrows were up as high as they got, with a blush covering every inch.

"Have you seen Kes?" he asked in a quiet tone, confirming my belief that he was blushing.

"Sit down," she ordered. "I'll call and see if I can find her."

I made sure my cell phone tone was off and waited.

The chair in the main room squeaked, knowing Ian had listened to Donna. Score one for the ex-cop, zero for the big-shot CIA agent. We were off to a great start. I crossed my arms and grinned. I really liked this game. I just wished I had popcorn for the entertainment.

"Nope, her cell isn't on." She then dialed my number in my office and I let it ring. "She's not in the office, either. You're out of luck."

"I'm sure she's in there," Ian said. "I have to talk to her. I don't have much time." As he spoke, I heard his voice get closer to the door and knew he was going to try to get in. I sat still.

"She's not there," Donna said.

The doorknob jiggled and heard Ian sigh. "Yes, she is. The door's locked from the inside."

How would he even know that, anyway? He was smarter than I gave him credit for, because no one would know that. Maybe he could peer through the walls or something.

He banged on the door. "Kes. I have to see you."

I looked at the back door in my office. I wanted to leave, but it was locked with an extra digital combination lock on it. James made sure I couldn't get out, because if he really needed to talk to me, he wanted me to stay put. He didn't seem to worry that I might be trapped in a fire. Oh no. His needs came way above my chance of burning to death.

"James, it's Ian. Your wife--"

Ian was now calling my husband. I had to escape. Now.

"Yes. Got it," Ian said.

I put my head on the desk. There was no way I'd get out of this situation any time soon. James had the key to the door, and even Donna had to obey him, because he and I were co-owners. So much for a day off.



Buy links (updated as they come in):
  Amazon
  Kobo
  Apple iBooks

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SweetTale Books

Monday, June 5, 2017

First Turning Point

If you've ever studied the three-act play, there's a crucial element in the first scene.  The main character has to decide if he's going to choose to get into the story or not.  That one choice decides the rest of the story.




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Markee

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Book #57 is out! 'Little Blessings'

'Little Blessings' by Eryn Grace, is out!  It's only 99 cents for a limited time, so hurry and get your copy!

I didn't want to put this one out, because I loved reading it over and over again, but it was time to share it with the world.

I hope you love it as much as I do!  Enjoy!




Blurb:

*** CHRISTIAN ROMANCE ***

Confirmed bachelor, Dr. Calvin Neal, lives next to Gran, an older woman who also goes to his church. This tiny street is about to hear the pitter-patter of little feet, thanks to Cal being willed Gran's two great-grandchildren. According to the mother's will, Cal has to marry in less than a month.

Jordyn Kelley, a single EMT, lives on Gran's other side, two doors down from Cal. She and Cal sing in the same church choir and are friends. However, she's dead-set against dating anyone in the medical field, thanks to her evil doctor father. When she meets the children, she takes on the role of helping Cal by babysitting and making his life a lot easier, just because she feels badly for the little orphans.

Since Jordyn doesn't want to date doctors, Gran decides to play matchmaker, so Cal can marry in less than a month. It isn't long until Cal realizes that Jordyn is much more of a catch than all the potential brides Gran has in mind. She's taken on the role of mother for these two children, which is endearing to his heart. With the help of Preacher Rich, Cal just has to convince Jordyn that he's more than just a friend and she's been chosen for the job.




Chapter 1:


The screen door slammed shut as Dr. Calvin Neal carried bags of groceries into Gran's small home. He told himself this was his good deed for the day for his neighbor. But if truth be told, he liked listening to her stories. The woman had done many things in her life, from being a nurse in the military to becoming a local veterinarian for years. She wasn't his grandmother, but everyone called her Gran. He didn't even know her real first name and was certain no one in the neighborhood did. If they did, they dared not use it or she would've put them in their place. Gran was hilarious and tough as nails, really fitting into Charity Lane in the tiny town of Honeysuckle, Texas.

Gran directed him through to the kitchen. "Did you get me milk?"

"Yes. Whole milk, just what you like." He plopped the heavy bags onto her table and helped her put things away.

She hobbled with a walker, but she was more agile than he figured she'd be. If he were to guess her age, he'd say upper 80s, pushing 90, probably.

"Who's the girlfriend of the week?" she asked him next. He knew it was coming, because she always asked him that question.

"No one. I'm married to my job." He put the butter in the refrigerator. "You do realize that'll be my standard answer even if I've been married for 20 years."

"Yeah." The old woman shot him a grin. "But I'm gonna keep askin' until you finally find some nice girl."

He put the bread into the basket on the side counter. "I've only lived in this neighborhood for four months. I'm definitely an outsider and don't even have that southern twang that's hard to understand. If I found a woman, could I even understand her? Nope. People don't usually come with subtitles."

"I'm sure there are some exceptions." Gran chuckled. "If you hang around here long enough and keep on singin' in the church choir, I know you're gonna find a nice girl who can cook." She winked, the wrinkles around her eyes deepening. "If you can find one that cooks, that's half the battle."

Cal had to laugh at her. Gran was a glass-half-full type of woman.

They finished putting things away, and as he folded the paper bags, he watched Gran fall into a seat at the table. "You're more tired than usual," he said. "Is there anything you want to tell me? I'm a doctor, so I've heard it all."

Gran shot him a grin, but it seemed forced. "It's not me that's ailin'. It's my great-grandkids."

Cal stored the bags in the pantry and sat down across from her at the table. Her eyes were filled with tears and she swiped them away. He'd never known the old woman to cry, because she was too tough for tears—or so she always said.

He leaned closer. "What's wrong?"

"Remember Susan, my granddaughter? Her husband, Doug, was a firefighter. He died while tryin' to rescue Susan's parents—my daughter and her husband—in that fire. It happened a year ago next week."

He'd heard all about what had happened from Gran, the neighbors that lived behind them, and the people at church. No one seemed to be able to accept the deaths of Gran's family. Everything in Gran's world fell apart on that day.

"Yes," Cal said. "I remember. Susan was alone with two small kids. She moved to be with her in-laws, up in Nashville."

Gran shook her head as if trying to will away the sadness. "Susan died yesterday. She had cancer and no one knew it. She didn't tell anyone until she was too far gone. Her in-laws knew it but didn't tell me since I live too far away."

Cal couldn't believe it. "Susan died? What about the kids? She had two, right? A girl and a boy."

Gran nodded. "Baylee's almost five and Jeffrey is going to be three next month. He wasn't even two when Doug died."

That was awful news. "I'm so sorry. Want me to put you on the prayer list at church?"

She took a deep breath. "That's not all the news. It seems that Susan left a will."

That made sense. "She left everything to the kids, I assume."

Gran reached out and touched his hand. "Yes, but she needed a guardian for the kids. Her in-laws are too old and frail to make sure they're raised right." She shook her head. "I don't like 'em anyway. They're not nice people."

Cal leaned closer. "She left them to you?"

Gran seemed to weigh her words. "Not exactly. She and I got to talkin' one day a few weeks ago and I told her about the neighborhood. She wanted someone young enough to put in her will in case anything ever happened to her. I didn't know she was dyin' at the time, but figured since Doug died, she wanted to be ready just in case." Gran studied Cal's face. "She left those two babies to you. She also wants you to marry before Baylee goes to school in the fall, so they have two parents at home. If you don't take 'em, they're goin' into foster care. Susan was adamant in the will."

All time seemed to stand still. Cal took a moment to collect himself before he said another word. "I can't take two young kids. I have a small home next door." He pointed toward his house, still not able to wrap his head around this. "I'm not even home that much because I'm an E.R. doctor. I have to work."

Gran patted his hand. "That's why Susan wanted me to tell her about the neighborhood. The kids can come here when you're at work and I'll keep 'em until you get home. Once you're married, then you can work it out between ya." Her eyes seemed to moisten again. "Calvin, you're the best option for those two babies. I know you can do it and God will be watchin' out for you and your new wife. The kids will be here a week from today. Susan's in-laws are bringin' 'em and they want to make sure you're gonna treat 'em right." She leaned closer. "Find a date before that and you'll be golden."

"A date and a new wife." He let the thought sink in. "With two kids in a week." He couldn't quite grasp the concept. "You do realize I'm a confirmed bachelor right now."

Gran nodded with a grin. "That's why I'm havin' a tea party on Sunday with a bunch of eligible women from church comin' here. I want you to date them all and take your pick. They're all fine women who can cook." And with that, she nodded as if this was a done deal.

Cal didn't know what to do, but he didn't want to upset his neighbor. This was only Thursday, so he had a few days to find a date before he'd probably be fixed up with some homely woman who needed her self-esteem raised. He was sure Gran would do that, too, to give him more than one project to deal with at a time.

He couldn't get out of there fast enough. This was a fate worse than death to him, so he prayed he'd be saved from these potentially disastrous situations—both the tea party and becoming an instant dad.



Web page:  ErynGrace.com/littleblessings.html


Buy links (updated as they come in):
  Smashwords
  Barnes & Noble
  Amazon
  Kobo


Have a great day!
SweetTale Books

Monday, May 22, 2017

Monday, May 15, 2017

Three Cross Faith: Edits and New Covers!!!

I just finished re-editing and giving new covers to my five Three Cross Faith books.  One reason to do so is that I'm working on #6, and needed to know what I'd written about Dylan, since the sixth book is about him.  Another reason is that I heard from one of my readers that #5 (Remember the Yellow Rose) was hard to understand, since Rosie talked about her work.  So I read over it, and sure enough, I can see why she had problems with it.

I edited all 5, to make sure they were all consistently edited, and to take a little bit of a softer approach to Rosie in Remember the Yellow Rose.

Thus, here are my five 'new' book covers.  I'm working on number six.






All of the books can be seen at http://eryngrace.com/threecrossfaith.html.  Enjoy!

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Monday, May 8, 2017

What is a Black Moment?




Have you ever watched a movie and noticed when the black moment happens?  In a romance, the love interest saves everything, but in other genres, it can be anyone.

We just went to see Guardians of the Galaxy, part 2 (loved it, by the way!).  I won't give any spoilers, but it was so well done, I didn't really notice when the black moment happened.  But now that I look back on it, it followed the three-part play setup, with the black moment right before the ending.

Have you ever noticed the black moment in a movie or in a book?  Romances are pretty easy to figure out when the black moment comes.  The main character (usually the heroine) loses everything, just to be saved by the hero.

Let me know if you've ever noticed it.  It'll give you more of a sense of satisfaction when things go right again at the end.

Have a great week!
Markee

Monday, May 1, 2017

Do You have a Hero Crush?


I have a hero crush for a LOT of my characters.  My male heroes are usually based on my husband, who's a beta male, a computer geek, and a lover of all things sci-fi.  He's good looking (to me, at least...and aging very finely even if he's going bald) and has a heart of absolute gold.  He never gets upset and takes things very logically.  I consider him to be the perfect male model for all male heroes, even if the heroes are alphas.  Why?  Because he's compassionate and looks at life with a 'glass-half-full' attitude.

Thus, I seem to have a problem.  I have this huge hero crush on a lot of my male characters.  They come alive in my head and live there, entertaining me with their wit and compassion until my husband gets home.  😊

Have a great day!  I'm off to think about James, Ian, Ben, Adam, Austin, Dylan, Andy, Eric, Sean...and a host of other hero characters from my books.  LOL!

Markee



Monday, April 3, 2017

Shareable Social Image: Inner Conflict

What is an inner conflict?  If you're a writer, you need to know this:




Have a great week!
Markee

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Woo Hoo! A Milestone!

I just finished re-editing all my Markee books (14 of those), and about 6 or so of my Eryn books.  I cleaned up any typos, and slowed the pacing a bit on some of them.  It took me about six months to do that, because I re-read them all at least 3 times.  I also 'retired' all my hard cover books.

I'm going to work on the rest at some point, but those books were the oldest and needed to get up to 'speed.'

Next up...I get to WRITE again!  YAY!!!  How exciting is that?  I'm thrilled!

Have a super day today!  :)
SweetTale Books

Monday, January 16, 2017

Singular and Plural Possessive

I'm re-editing a book of mine (Wishing on Mistletoe Mountain) and came across 'Rebecca sat alone in the living room of her parents' home, replaying the night's events in her mind.'

For some reason, parents' home stuck out.  Should it be parent's home instead?  Parents is a group of people.  A crowd's home would be apostrophe s, after all.  Or should it be with an s apostrophe since parents are plural?

Off I went to the Internet.  I found it should be s apostrophe.  That's when I had a revelation.


Parents' home is the HOME OF THE PARENTS.  Parents is with an 's' at the end, so it HAS to be an s apostrophe, like parents'.

Night's event is the EVENT OF THE NIGHT.  Night isn't with an 's,' so it's apostrophe s, like night's.


Wow.  That's not even hard to remember!

Have a great week!
SweetTale Books

Friday, January 13, 2017

Those Late Night Plotting Sessions are Brutal!

The other night, I woke up around 3:30 with a dog's four paws shoved into my back. I was facing toward the side of the bed and knew my bed real estate was diminishing.  I moved my leg...another dog had curled up around my foot and up my calf.  I was just waiting for the third dog to move on top of my head.  It'd happened before.

Usually, I just shove the dogs over to my husband's side of the bed, but this time, I lay there, trying to ignore the claws that were bound to make an appearance if the dog at my back started to dream.  I couldn't sleep, so I plotted.

Why is it the best plots happen in the middle of the night, but when you fall asleep and wake up in the morning, you've forgotten all of it?

I used to have this practice of taking a 'plotting nap' during the middle of the day.  I usually didn't sleep, but I'd close my eyes and get rid of all other thoughts except for the story I was working on.  Since I have other things to do during the day, my plotting sessions are usually brought on by snoring dogs with a hugging agenda.

Anyway, this time, I remembered a lot of the plot.  So a-plotting I go!  Lucky me!

Have a great week!
SweetTale Books

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Well I Learned Something New

Have you ever seen H/T or h/t on an article and made up words like here/there?  Well I finally looked it up.  H/T means 'hat tip.'  It gives a nod to someone who gave them the idea or information for the article.

Read more from Merriam Webster on H/T.

Very interesting!

Have a great week!
SweetTale Books


Friday, January 6, 2017

Friday Fun!


I love to have fun on Fridays.  That's the day we have things like pizza, subs, or French fries--in other words, foods I like to eat.

Today, I wanted to have fun but couldn't think of anything.  So I turned to the Internet and searched on 'Fun Things to Do.'

I found a bunch of things.  Up here in Green Bay, WI, it's tough to get outside in the cold and snow, so I'm thinking of inside fun things to do.

So if you want to have a fun weekend, consider any of the following:


  • play card games or board games and keep a total of wins.  The winner gets a prize.
  • go out for ice cream...even in the cold
  • try a new recipe
  • make a blanket fort and read by flashlight (fun to do, even as adults)
  • make a scrapbook
  • create a tourist booklet for your area for when people come to visit
  • rearrange the furniture in a room or clean a room--sounds daunting but it can be fun to organize everything in your house, starting with a room at a time
  • figure out what's on your bucket list
  • take a free online class for fun
  • set goals for yourself (typical for this week, huh?) for the year
  • go bowling
  • start seedlings from seeds inside, to plant outside later on
  • put together a jigsaw puzzle
  • bake cookies
  • learn how to decorate a cake
Let's see...I want to do all of these.  I guess I'll have to figure out what's best, huh?

Have a great week!
SweetTale Books


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Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Want Something to Do?

If you've never read any of my books (or if you have), I have trailers for all of them at YouTube.  They were fun to work on and I learned a lot by doing them.  First, I had to remember the plot of all 56 of my books.  That's a feat in itself.  Then I had to pick out pictures and music to tell a teaser for the story.  I used Paintshop, Paint.net, Movie Maker, and YouTube's video creator to make them.

If you're ever interested in making book trailers like this, I think you'll enjoy it.  It's not too bad, actually!

Have a great week!
SweetTale Books

Monday, January 2, 2017

Cutting Back

I had an inspiration for a book I've been working on for a while the other night, but didn't have time to work on it, because of everything else I have to do.

So I'm cutting back on blogging and social media, just to find the time to write.  Should be fun, so stay tuned!

Have a super week and have a WONDERFUL New Year!
SweetTale Books

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Happy New Year!!!

May you have a wonderful, healthy, and prosperous New Year!



Have a wonderful day!
SweetTale Books