Quiet and Busy

Yes, my blog has been quiet lately. But I promise I’ve been busy.

If you haven’t already, check out my posts at the Diamond State Romance Authors’ Blog. In Summer Reading our authors shared their recent reads and Outside Your Bubble we discussed the need for empathy in writing. I’ll be blogging at DSRA again October 8th about Strength (which segues nicely into my next topic).

I answered a short story call for submissions for Hot He-Men, the everyday heros who could boil the blood in our veins with a sultry gaze, with the story of Special Response Team leader, Donovan Wolfe’s lust for the Detroit PD’s lead crisis negotiator, Paige Cline. It’s super hot and will hit the editor’s e-mail inbox today! Fingers, toes, arms, legs and eyes crossed for its sizzling reception.

I finally worked up the guts to submit For All to See, my baby, also known as novel 1 to it’s first writing contest, Launching A Star. Finalist will be notified by November 12th. So, once again…fingers, toes, arms, legs and eyes crossed. The bright side to this contest is regardless of the outcome (finalist, winner, loser) I’ll receive critique/feedback on my manuscript from industry professionals, an editor and agent.

I arranged some family time, on a quick trip to Mississippi. 🙂

I’ve also been working on editing For All to See, beta reading for the Wild at Heart Anthology Volume 1 (My short story, Fierce Wild will be featured in WAH Volume 2.), keeping up with my three year old, working on a nursery for the gymnast in my belly, cooking, cleaning, working out, entertaining our now THREE dogs and squeezing in some QT with my honey. I’ve even read a little in the midst of it all: Black Dagger Brotherhood Series by J.R. Ward, Smoke Screen by Sandra Brown and Evil at Heart by Chelsea Cain.

Suddenly, I’m feeling tired. Nap? Yes, please!

What fun, crazy, overwhelming, wonderful things have you done this summer?

Dreams and Devilish Nightmares

In the last week I’ve gone into labor, been shot by a madman, crushed by a derailed train, dropped my brother from a high banister because I couldn’t hold on any longer (Sorry Lou!), and dodged my mother who kept trying to run me down with a jet ski (Thanks Mom!).

Non of these scenes were plot points for a story. They were all nightmares.

Imagine the horror of running as hard and as fast as you can, desperate to dodge the tons of metal threatening to squelch the life growing inside you. Tears were involved once or twice upon waking to a dark bedroom and pumping anxiety.

But alas, these things were not reality. They were a mixture of neurons firing off in my subconscious mind. Why? We don’t really know, yet.

My husband, in an attempt to calm my worry about all these nocturnal dramas, told me to check this video out about why we dream. It turns out the YouTube channel vsauce has tons of neat topics worth checking out when you have free time (I know, what’s that?) like what if everyone jumped at once, how high can you build, why don’t animals have wheels, and my personal favorite, why is yawning contagious.

So tell me, any fantastic or ghoulish dreams lately? Read any books that made you lift your eyes from its pages in reminder that it wasn’t real, only words on a page?