My short story, The Tenth Life of Mr. Whiskers, is free today at Amazon. So grab your brand-spankin’ new Kindle and download it today. It’s a fun little story about a witch who needs to bring her boss’s cat back to life so she won’t lose her job. Of course, everything that can go wrong, does. It’s laugh-out-loud funny.
On another note, I hope everyone is recovering well from their Christmas holiday. The past couple days have been busy, but joyful. Now, as I gaze around my mess of a house—bits of wrapping paper and cardboard, half-eaten cookies, and pieces to new games scattered all over the floor—I just want to crawl back into bed until 2013. Let someone else clean it up. That would be a much appreciated present for this worn-out mom, although my Severus Snape replica wand is pretty cool. Too bad I can’t make it work.
One of the best parts of Christmas day was surprising my teenage daughter with her new iPhone 4. We had her convinced she wasn’t getting it. Then, right before dinner, we gave it to her. I had my sister-in-law sit next to her and answer the phone when I called from another room. She hands it to her saying “It’s for you.” Confused, my daughter answers it and I ask over the line “How do you like your new phone?” She went nuts. Tears in her eyes, she practically mowed me down giving me a hug. The huge smile that lingered on her face the rest of the night was the best gift of all.
What special gift did you give or receive this Christmas?
The short story I have been working on for the past 4 months, The Tenth Life of Mr. Whiskers, is almost done. Yay! The plan is to have it available by Christmas. Here’s the blurb:
Mr. Whiskers is dead—muerto—shuffled off his mortal coil.
All Laney had to do was watch the store and feed the cat. Too bad she hadn’t known there was a cat.
She has a plan, though. An obscure spell contains the power to grant life, only long enough to save her job, and her vacation in Paris. Just because she botches the simplest of spells doesn’t mean she can’t control complicated magic, right?
The mysterious new guy at school, Kody, goes along for the ride; providing emotional support and, well, let’s be honest, he’s just hot.
After struggling through the spell—when nothing seems to be going right—they find that giving Mr. Whiskers a tenth life turns out to be more than they bargained for.
I had a blast writing this story and my critique group enjoyed reading it. They laughed in all the right places, thank goodness. It always makes me nervous when I bring a submission in to my group, worried they won’t laugh when I want them to. Or laugh when I don’t want them to.
Writing is such a personal craft. Even with a work of fiction with a variety of characters and events, a writer still puts so much of themselves into every scene. Having other people read your work and then critique takes a lot of guts. But, that’s how we grow and learn and become the best writers we can. Though it is hard work, I’m loving the journey to the New York Times Bestsellers List. I’ll get there someday.
Now that our Little League’s Fall Ball season is over, so is my reading time. I was the mom sitting in the bleachers with her nose in a book, only putting it down to cheer when her son was up to bat. Or I read during the hour long practice every Tuesday evening, as long as I left the youngest at home. I also read while I waited in the car for my daughter to get out of marching band practice. But that’s over for the year, too.
Now that I don’t have an excuse to get away from my computer and out of the house like before, how will I get any reading done? I’m currently working on a short story I hope to have published by the end of the year, so taking time away from that is difficult. But I them I downloaded the Kindle app to my PC so I can read ebooks on my computer, WHILE I write. Whoo hoo!
Right now I’m reading Poetic Trash by my good friend, Kody Kline. As a woman, I find it extremely fascinating to get inside the mind of a 18-22 year old man. As it turns out, they’re not that much different from us. Who knew? The book is full of poems and thoughts full of angst and romance, anger and enlightenment. All beautifully written. One of my favorite poems is The Tattoo I Will Never Get. Here is an excerpt from that piece:
Red ribbon in her hair/Pale white skin softer than velvet/Ruby red lips never have I kissed/The rockabilly girl I’ll never be with/Slender frame with tattoos she calls her life/At the center of supple breasts is her broken heart/How it is I wish I could be the one to make it heal/She has fled to the night/I sit here and think/She’s the tattoo I will never get.
I think we all have that tattoo that we’ll never get, which makes it all the more beautiful. The only problem with my new set-up of reading on the computer is that I get sucked into whatever book I’m on that sometimes I forget to go back to my writing. Oops.
So, how do you make time for reading and what are you reading right now?
I’m very thankful for all the friends I’ve acquired over the years. From my writer friends who support me through the first, second, nineteenth draft of my manuscript, to the friends who not only bought my book when it was released but actually read it too, I’m so blessed to be surrounded by such wonderful people.
On the resolution front, I crossed another Alan Rickman movie off my list: Sweeney Todd: the Demon Barber of Fleet Street. Man, was that movie gross! But so tragic and hilarious at the same time. I loved Mrs. Lovett; such a savvy business woman. And Judge Turpin—what a disturbing man. Rickman portrayed him well, but I felt he could have been a little creepier. I’ll blame the director and editing. I wasn’t surprised that Rickman had a nice singing voice considering the man could seduce the most hardened woman simply by reading the phone book. He could make a killing reading audio books. I know I’d buy all of them. I wonder if he’d consider reading my book.
Also, don’t forget to enter my book giveaway on Goodreads. My goal is to reach 500 entries by Thanksgiving. Happy reading!