Wednesday Update

I’m re-doing parts of the house. Taking a break and then I’ll finish everything but touch ups and the very top edging near the ceiling. West will have to do the top edging.  I want the glitter ready to go up on the walls by tomorrow.

I’m covered in Enchanted Violet or whatever it is called.

The 10 buck desk I salvaged from Goodwill is painted. I found a 4 dollar office chair today that Bella and I will recover.

So far I’ve bought the paint, glitter, and the bed at full price. I picked up the rest second hand or already had it. I try to be frugal. I think this little bedroom make over will be around 700 dollars or less. The bed took the majority of that as I wanted one with storage. If I had gotten a different bed, then it would be around 300-400 dollars.

I’m taking pictures and will post them later after everything is done.

Major writing is on hold.

I’m working edits for the short story. Meeting my writing friends Leigh, Donna, and Emery tomorrow.

I’ve sent in author info to DKC. I’ve got my own page there! I’m working through the contract and first round of edits starting tomorrow.

 

I’m trying to adopt Bella which is not a fast or smooth process. At the same time I’m trying to get her into school here even though I’m not her legal guardian. It is so much fun.

This sudden event is taking up almost all of my time. It’s a time for all of us as we adjust and make room for her. She comes first and I squeeze in everything else around her. I’ll figure out how to work in my writing time later. Right now it isn’t happening.

Oh and I’m taking at least one class. Maybe two by the end of the month.

 

 

Um…I’ve got a contract.

Yesterday:

Coffee in hand, I do my daily ritual of checking the messages on facebook. Nancy, Taylor, and Mishka and I keep in touch almost daily there. I am greeted with overwhelming optimistic and chipper messages. These are extra cheerful. I honestly have no idea what I’d do with out them there.

I grumble. It’s too early for me to be all smurfy.

Later I’m out and decide to check on my followed blog posts. It’s been tough for me to keep up and the only reading time I have lately is when I’m not home.  Scrolling down I see this post from Dragon Knight Chronicles.

Blink.

Blink again.

West is beside me and I tell him “I won.”

I’m not going to edit what I said…you deserve to know the truth.

“I can’t believe someone liked my crap writing. I got first place.”

Insert West telling me my writing is not crap. Mind, he’s only read a tiny bit of my writing. He’s being a great mate and saying all the right things as usual because he’s Mr. Perfect. I don’t even recall exactly what he said. I do remember something about celebrating with a steak dinner.

I think as writers in public view we’re supposed to be very positive about our writing and pretend it comes effortlessly. It doesn’t and I’m not very positive about my writing.  I’m just starting out and while my poetry got cheers and raves, I’ve never showed my fiction until this year. I’ve never edited my stories. I’ve never tried to polish them. So, I’ve never gotten feedback until the first quarter of this year.

I went into DKC cold. I bought their last publication but haven’t read it yet. A writer friend suggested I submit something to them. So I did. For experience and practice in rejection. Er, I mean for practice in submitting my work.

I never wrote fantasy and all I’ve been reading and writing lately are romance. Kooky odd romance, but none the less…not fantasy.

As was and probably still is a trend of mine, I wrote my own take on the prompt. I doubt it was what they were expecting and I anticipated it getting squashed. It only vaguely fits the high fantasy genre. It isn’t Lord of the Rings or Song of Fire and Ice.  Nothing like it. As a child I colored in the lines, but the grass was purple. The sky was yellow.

I wanted a different perception. I like turning stories on their heads.  Or I attempt to turn them anyway.

It’s humbling and encouraging all wrapped in one little email and blog post. Kathryn knows fantasy. She is an avid fan and writes it. For her or any of the judges to think something positive of what I submitted is…

It’s a lot of good stuff that I can’t put words to at this moment. Seriously, I’m in shock that I even placed. Maybe I’ll think of some words of thanks to them for giving me this writer high.  Right now, I’m dumbfounded. All I got is…Hey, DKC you’re worth a steak dinner celebration!

It’s my gold star. A bit of validation that I was looking for…

So, if  you’re curious as to the reaction of most writers when a publisher digs their work…

WhoooHooo! And then disbelief quickly follows on the adrenaline. It took me about 2 minutes to reach the disbelief  stage.

 

Status:

I literally just got the notification email, so I have to give them all my private personal information. Work up a Bio and whatever else they need.

I’ll keep you updated on this process.

Then life goes on and the real world demands attention…It doesn’t care that you are about to become a published writer and have a contract pending. It doesn’t have time for all that.

 

I celebrated by wiping down bedroom doors with a bleach solution and magic eraser. Windexing the window. I think I’ve ruined my favorite grey work out shorts.

I got tipsy on coffee. I ate left over chicken and mushrooms. I solved one of the questions of the universe. The orange stuff squished in my carpets seems to be goldfish crumbs.

Now that the pressing mystery is solved, I’m finishing the night with a little stress knitting.

Tomorrow I get to set up paper work and such, get questions answered on some personal stuff going on in my life. Glitter goes up on the purple walls tomorrow if I’m lucky.

 

If you’re interested DKC has a Half-Blood prompt centering around a battle for this submission call. I have to bow out of this one. I can’t squeeze in anything right now. Besides, my fight scenes suck. Or hey maybe they don’t…never know. I’ve got a killer Half-Blood character though.

 

Now…I’m waiting to hear back about the Heroes for Hire story I submitted. Keep your fingers crossed.

The Elements have Spoken…and our Winners are

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Can you believe it?

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Congratulations to our Winners

1st Place

“Tiera: Earth Elemental” by Winter Bayne

2nd Place

“Fire and Ice” by Kyle J. Lawson

3rd Place 

“The Otter King” by Deborah Jean Anderson

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Please congratulate them on a job well done. There names have been added to the site but they are under construction till I receive our winners biography’s. Look for late September to early October for your short introduction to these talented writer’s stories.

The editing process has begun for our next cycle of our book contests. Stay tuned for our cover reveal it will be exciting.

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TV Spot

I’ve got some hope in a TV show that is out now. It’s called The Strain.

I’m very picky over my TV shows. I’ve already rejected Penny Dreadful. It’s okay, just a bit too predictable and cliché for my precious time.

I gave The Last Ship a try. It failed to grip me with the first episode. West likes it. I’m sure I’ll be catching bits of it when he watches it.

I currently was watching The Bridge, which I enjoy because of all the odd and complex characters. It’s gritty, edgy. If you like serial killer, who dunnits then I recommend watching the first season which is streaming, probably on demand, and certainly on disc by now.

However, I just watched the first episode of The Strain. It’s got me.

I don’t even know what genre to really place this story in right now. It’s listed as a thriller, fantasy. It has bits of body snatchers, outbreak, vampires, zombies, and a parasite? It’s interesting. The creators took a mishmash of scary traits and combined them.

Tossed in a bit of antiquity, prophecy, lore, and legend. A potential romance. A double crossing, but seemingly good sidekick. The cranky old grounds keeper from Harry Potter and it works.

So far. I try to give a show at least three episodes before I claim it is a keeper for the season. If this show delivers like it did for the first episode, I can’t see where I won’t be a fan.

Time will tell. Have you seen it on FX yet?

New Release: Loss of Control

loss-of-control (2)One of my word count buddies has a new book out! I’ve been running around a bit with my personal life so I’m behind on posting this.

BUY LINKS:

Ellora’s Cave / Amazon / Barnes & Noble

Ellora’s Cave: http://www.ellorascave.com/loss-of-control.html

Amazon: (with affiliate link) http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00L91AZNG/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00L91AZNG&linkCode=as2&tag=denagarcom-20&linkId=6FEN67HII3AGSZGS

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/loss-of-control-dena-garson/1119872710?ean=9781419992148

All Romance eBooks (ARE):

Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/loss-of-control-1

 

Jeanie’s lousy boss has sent her on yet another business trip. At least this one has a bonus—she gets to work with “Steve the Stud”, the office hottie who makes all the women weak-kneed, for the whole week. When she finds him to be smart and fun as well, she has no clue how she’ll finish the trip while staying professional.

 

Steve got burned the last time he dated a coworker and has vowed to never put himself in that position again, no matter how much he can’t stop thinking about Jeanie and her freckles. When Jeanie finds evidence of fraud, Steve works more closely with her than he imagined. It’ll take all his control to maintain his promise while Jeanie struggles with an ethical dilemma.

EXCERPT:

 

For the fifth time in less than two months, Jeanie Madison found herself sitting hip to hip with about fifty strangers in a crowded airport terminal. Her cell phone rested between her shoulder and ear and she made appropriate “I’m listening” noises.

“Girl, you are crazy for going on another one of those trips,” Trish Stratford ranted at the other end of the conversation.

It was the umpteenth time Trish had told Jeanie the same thing in the last month, so Jeanie held her tongue, knowing it would do no good to interrupt her tirade. Being a best friend meant she had a right and a duty to say something when her friend was screwing up.

“You know you’re doing Frampton’s job for him! And he’s getting paid twice what you make.”

“I know, Trish. I know. But just think about the experience that I—”

“Experience! Who gives a crap about experience when you’re struggling to make your car payment each month? That no-good boss of yours is driving a company car and leaving early every day while you work your butt off.”

“I can put all of this on my résumé. Then I’ll have the satisfaction of telling him to stuff it when I find another job,” Jeanie said.

“Uh huh. You’re way too nice to do that.”

“No, I’m not. I could quit.” She wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince, herself or Trish.

“You’ll give that slimeball two weeks notice and just tell him you’ve found another opportunity with growth potential. You know you won’t tell him off the way he needs. You’re too nice.”

Jeanie pushed a piece of paper that was lying on the floor with the toe of her shoe. “You’re right. I won’t. But I like to think about doing it.”

“Yeah, well. You need to do more than think about it,” Trish grumbled.

“I know,” Jeanie sighed into the phone.

“Attention all passengers. Flight 2498 to Chicago with continuing service to Indianapolis will begin boarding in just a few minutes. Standby passengers should check in at the desk.”

As soon as the announcement came on the overhead speaker, Jeanie grabbed her purse and the paperback she was planning to read on the plane. “Hey, I better run. I need to grab some coffee before we board. I’ll call you later.”

“Okay. Call me immediately if you come across anything interesting on this trip.”

Jeanie laughed at Trish’s emphasis on the N in the word “interesting” that hinted at her desire for something more exciting than a normal workday. “I will. And don’t forget about GT. You know he gets in a snit if he doesn’t get his loving during the week. And the brat isn’t picky about who he gets it from.”

“I’ll make sure that overindulged cat of yours is taken care of.”

Jeanie disconnected their call then gathered her things to head to the café. She stopped when a deep, somewhat familiar voice floated through the raised newspaper across the aisle.

“Most men would get in a snit without their weekly loving.”

Unsure if the disembodied voice was directed at her, Jeanie tried to peer over the newspaper to see who it was. One corner of the paper folded down to reveal the face of one of the auditors from the company Jeanie worked for. He was the “cute one” all the girls talked about. She racked her brain, trying to think of his name. Steve something.

Relieved she sort of knew who was speaking, Jeanie said, “Well, yes, I would think so.” She slid her purse strap over one shoulder and stood. “But GT is especially demanding,” she added with a lift of her chin, surprising herself with her audacity.

Steve’s gaze scanned her from head to toe. “I see.”

She willed herself to not blush or squirm under his scrutiny but her pale skin immediately registered the slightest change in body temperature. The quick but appreciative light in Steve’s eye made her even warmer. She prayed her ears weren’t turning bright red or, if they were, that her hair would hide that fact. Looking like a sunburned radish wasn’t what she was going for now that she’d finally met “Steve the Stud”.

“The Stud” folded the paper and laid it across his lap. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your conversation but I couldn’t help but overhear that last part.” He pulled on one earlobe. “It sounded a little odd to ask someone else to, uh… Well…”

Jeanie stifled the laughter bubbling up from seeing Steve uncomfortable with his own line of questioning. All because of a cat. Although Steve wouldn’t know GT was a gray tabby. Whatever. That fact made the thought even funnier.

“I suppose that did sound a little strange.” Jeanie smirked, not worrying if she sounded like a doofus. “By the way, what is your name? We’ve been passing each other a lot this month but I’ve never stopped to ask.”

“You’re right. We never have met officially.” He stood and offered his hand in greeting. “Steve Waltman. Audit.”

Jeanie shook his hand and looked into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. That had to be one of the reasons the girls in the office were all smitten with him. Not only did he fill out his jacket nicely but the sandy-blond hair and blue eyes were a traditionally lethal combination. And so far he seemed to be a nice guy, with a sense of humor to boot.

If she wasn’t careful she could be in serious trouble.

“Jeanie Madison. I’m in Accounts Payable,” she said, letting her hand linger in his a little longer than usual.

“Jeanie. It’s nice to put a name to a face. We have been coming and going at the same time these days. Where are you off to this morning?”

“Indianapolis. What about you?”

“Same.” Steve tucked his folded newspaper under his arm. “You going in for the transition?”

“Yeah. You too?”

“Afraid so. Looks as if we’ll be hanging out together this week.”

A little flutter started somewhere deep in Jeanie’s belly. She wasn’t sure if it was from hunger or nervousness at the thought of being in the same location, probably even the same hotel, as Mr. Hottie for a whole week.

“Guess so.” Erotic images of Steve and herself in a hotel room triggered another burst of heat through her body. A little distance might be best before her cheeks burst into flame. “I was just going to get coffee.” As a second thought she added, “I’ll make you a deal. If you’ll watch my bag and save my seat, I’ll grab some for you too.”

Steve checked his watch. “That would be great. Black coffee with a couple of creamers and a sweetener.”

He reached for his wallet but Jeanie waved him away from it. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it.” She pushed her suitcase up against her vacated seat then turned to make her escape.

“Thanks. I’ll buy next time.”

“All right,” she tossed over her shoulder as she picked her way through the somewhat crowded aisle.

It was just a short walk to the café but it gave her time to settle the butterflies in her stomach. However it wasn’t long enough to halt the naughty thoughts rolling around in her head. As she waited in line she watched the girl behind the counter decorate the top of someone’s drink with a mound of whipped cream and a swirl of chocolate.

In Jeanie’s mind that mound of whipped cream belonged on Steve’s bare chest.

Or perhaps lower.

With a cherry on top.

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