A Blue Christmas


Welcome to Flash Fest December!

I have some author friends who have joined me in this challenge, and are contributing to the prize baskets!

This week’s prize basket:

  • $5 Amazon gift card
  • Free e-book for Red Wine & Roses
  • Swag bag
  • e-book of Protected By His Grace

This is how the prize giveaway will work:

Leave a comment throughout the week on any blog post, whether it’s the blog hop, flash, guest spot, or weekend writing warriors. I will select one of the commenters through Randompicker and post it on Monday’s post. That person can contact me on Facebook or email me at: l.e.mcatee@gmail.com.

The challenge is to write a flash piece, 500 to 1000 words based on a Holiday tune as a prompt. The author was given the option to select their own or I would assign one. Trust me,  my list of holiday tunage is anything but traditional!

Blue Christmas by Sheryl Crow

Blue Christmas

by

Nina Valdez

“Noel? Is that really your name? Oh my Gosh! That’s so festive!”

Yea, yea, yea… My name is Christmasy, I know. I Don’t want to be a Scrooge. It just seems like starting December 1st, I start getting triggered like crazy.

I smile at the cashier but I’m sure it looked more like a grimace because she kind of turned red and whispered, “Sorry.”

Red. I picked up my bag of every blue glittery ornament I could find. It was a bit of a splurge but Cobalt Blue is my favorite color, glitter just makes me happy, Aaaannd… I may or may not have had a bit of a breakdown last night and all of our red decorations stashed in my parents’ attic that I had collected so carefully fifteen/ fourteen/… up to ten years ago mysteriously got broken… I realized I was smiling sadly standing in the snow, freezing my butt off!

I chuckled and threw my bag over into the passenger seat so I could scramble into my little Toyota pickup and get that heater cranking! Here’s the deal, I have been imagining the perfect man for me since I was two. Yes, two. Also, I am a touch love language so not having a significant other in my life has been literally excruciating throughout my life. So naturally, I have been looking forward to and saving little trinkets etc. here and there, for when I got married.

When I finally got together with my ex eleven years ago, I could have sworn He was the one. He was literally ninety-eight percent perfect on paper. He didn’t have tattoos and he wasn’t in the same industry as me. That was the only things off. Or so I thought.

Did I mention that I’m a Model and Actress? Plus Model, I guess I have to specify.

*Insert eye-roll here.*  Most people still look me up and down like, “Yea, O.K…”

But I know who I am. So anyway, I was like – dang! Ninety-eight percent Is probably the best I’m going to find right?

Our first date was on December third. My life literally went straight from heaven to hell in about an hour that followed. We stayed together till December first, about three years after that. Thank God though. I could finally breathe without being contradicted and sleep without… bad things happening.

I snapped out of my reverie to realize I was idling in my driveway with no idea how I had gotten there. That’s not good. I mean, the store is less than a mile away but, Geez!

I have got to get my life together! So I grabbed my bag and picked my way around the slippery bits of the walkway to my camper. One day it will be a legit tiny house, but for now, my little pink and white 1954 Arrow was home. I shivered as I climbed in the door. Thank God it was still cozy and warm with the last embers glowing in the mini wood chip stove I had put in last summer. I tossed a few more pine cones in it and pushed them around a bit till they lit up nicely.

Ooh! The tea kettle was still nice and hot on top. Tonight my soul needed a good cup of hot cocoa! And a movie, something hopeful. You know how people say they are “hopeless romantics”? Well, despite all my baggage and trigger-happy anxiety issues, I prefer to call myself a hope-full romantic.

There is this thing in the Bible where Paul is talking, and he calls himself a “Prisoner of Hope…” There could be no better description of me.

So I crank the carols up on the radio while I slather every bit the of less than 100 square feet of my home in twinkle lights and blue glittery things. When everything was finally swagged to my satisfaction, I opened my little kitchenette cabinet to grab the cocoa mix and a mug and… I was out of cocoa mix.

Ya’ll don’t understand. I know you are thinking, just have tea. Or a nice decaf latte, or Chai, or something. Because in the sliver that is my kitchenette at least half my cabinet space is indeed taken up with every kind of drink mix… Hot drinks may or may not be my drug of choice. But no. I NEEDED that hot cocoa. On a night like tonight, with a cheesy movie and the lights twinkling off of every shimmery piece of Christmas cheer in my cozy little world. After a day like today, and a month like this month. I needed my chocolate!

So I was off to face that cashier again with my face burning this time. And as I was rounding the corner to the Coffee/ Tea/ Hot Chocolate aisle Blue Christmas came on the store radio and, “Ooof.” I Ran straight into a slightly less than a solid brick wall. I looked up into the biggest gray-blue eyes I have ever seen set off by the dark blue dye job on his mess of curly hair. The wall steadied me, gently gripping my arms and to my surprise, I found myself gripping his rugged ink enhanced forearms. I’m pretty sure all those blue snowflakes that they were talking about on the radio melted when he didn’t let go.

It’s been a couple of years now. He still hasn’t let go. Decembers have not been the same since that night.

Did I mention that Blue is my favorite color?

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About the author:

 

 

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Don’t forget to leave a comment and show Nina appreciation for her wonderful story as well as be entered into the drawing for this week’s prize!

Write on my friends, write on.

 

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That’s A Win!


Welcome to Flash Fest December!

I have a few author friends who have joined me in this challenge and are contributing to the prize baskets!

 

This week’s prize basket:

  • $5 Amazon gift card
  • ebook for Red Wine & Roses
  • Author Swag bag
  • ebook of Protected By His Grace by Grace Augustine

This is how the prize giveaway will work:

Leave a comment throughout the week on any blog post, whether it’s the blog hop, flash, guest spot, or weekend writing warriors. I will select one of the commenters through Randompicker and post it on Monday’s post. The winner can contact me on Facebook or email me at: l.e.mcatee@gmail.com.

I apologize for not getting it posted on Monday, it’s been a rough couple of days.

The challenge is to write a flash piece, 500 to 1000 words based on a Holiday tune as a prompt. The author was given the option to select their own or I would assign one. Trust me,  my list of holiday tunage is anything but traditional!

I am still posting for the MFRW blog hop on Fridays and the WEWRIWA on Sundays. The comments on those posts count as well!

MFRW blog hop week 50 – My Biggest  Accomplishment.

You know,  just when I think I got this in the bag,  they throw a wrench into my gears.

Uh, give me a few minutes to figure this one out.  Have a cup of coffee, a few snacks while I fish out the wrench.

I was going to post this animated short about a guy trying to fix an engine and tossing all sorts of parts around,  but then I saw Harry and well. . . I’m partial.

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I think that my biggest accomplishment, pertaining to being an author was getting my first book published. It was the barrier that I just couldn’t seem to break through, then a small print publisher showed interest in me. I was over the moon ecstatic!

I’ve learned a lot about the business of writing, about publishing, marketing – got a lot more to learn on the marketing front. I will always be grateful that they published me!

Fast forward, the small publishing house and I have parted ways, and I’ve published 2 more books.  Most of what I learned through this experience, helped me have the confidence to publish the others. There is definitely some satisfaction in each one,  but getting past that first barrier . . . well, I spent years submitting my work to multiple publishers, large houses and small, and I was on the verge of quitting and shelving my dreams permanently.

In my personal life, you already know what I’m going to say. You knew it was coming so I’m just going to lay it out there –  I beat cancer! So far! I am 7 months cancer free, but they won’t say a survivor until you’ve been clear for 3 years.  I have 2 years and 5 months to go! This year has changed my life profoundly, it would take an entire year to tell you every aspect that has been affected by this diagnosis.

It helped me sort my priorities.  I made myself a priority – something that was foreign to me as a mom and caregiver. I had neglected me for many years. I made my health a priority.  I’ve lost 42 pounds so far this year. I guess there is hope that I might squeeze in a few more for the year, but I count that as a win also.  I eat a healthy diet now that is cancer patient friendly. Very limited in carbs, zero sugar, (not counting fruit –  I eat fresh fruit), and packed full of phytonutrients.

My skin is clearer than it has been for years.  My hair,  well I have hair, hallelujah!  It’s a different look for sure,  but . . . I’m cancer free.

This picture was taken in 2015 at my sister’s wedding. Doesn’t the hubs look sexy as hell in a suit????  We both clean up pretty good on occasion.

 

 

This was the back. I miss my long hair.

 

 

 

 

 

Then cancer treatment took over my life:

Still adjusting to this new look. Sorry for the no makeup shock – I guess there should have been a warning!

OH, and if you were wondering what to get me for Christmas,  ear muffs, sock caps, hats, and those crochet bands that cover ears would be great! I’m not used to my ears being exposed. I don’t know how guys do it!

I’m exercising regularly.  Not running marathons or anything super strenuous,  I’m doing an aquacise class and loving it.  45 minutes of cardio a day for four to five days a week. It was one of the things recommended for cancer patients,  that is easy on the joints.  I haven’t talked about it too much,  but the tamoxifen causes joint pain.  There are days I’m nearly in tears. It’s a constant reminder for me to drop the excess weight and continue on a healthy road and to eat right.

I’ve eliminated environmental toxins from our home, from our food, from anywhere that I can control. I don’t eat processed foods – no sausage, bacon or anything with carcinogens. No lunchmeats, hot dogs, bologna, processed cheese, or Doritos. ( Yeah, I even gave up my Doritos.) I don’t eat the processed cereal, prepackaged anything.  The closest to processed that we get is an occasional splurge by buying chicken strips from the deli.

I’m making meditation, prayer time, mental health a priority to reduce stress. I spend a lot of my time driving back and forth to lymphedema therapy and doctors appointments. I have good music in the car that is relaxing to me, as well as audiobooks.

I’m making my goals and dreams a priority and not pressuring myself with ridiculous schedules. I see some authors bragging about running on the frazzled edge all of the time. They have more books out than me,  but you know what? I’m at peace.

I can do what I can do,  and do my best every day. Somedays my best is managing to get to appointments, maybe get  100 words down, a little bit of housework done. Somedays I can go 90 to nothing for a short time. Then there are those days when I can manage to feed myself and have my wits about me.  I have learned to accept that on those days I need rest.  On those days, I can’t push.

I have learned to take care of me.  When I am at my best,  then I can give out to others and be a blessing to them. But if I am depleted,  I have nothing to give.

I think I have to change my biggest accomplishment –  it’s not getting my first book published, it’s learning to take care of myself so that I can be a blessing to others.

Call me a sentimental sap if you will. I’ve learned a lot this past year. Being the true strong-willed person and blockhead,  I had to learn it the hard way. Lessons learned the hard way are not soon forgotten!  I can honestly say that I have a better quality of life than I did before the cancer diagnosis.

Now if I could just say the same for the state of my home. Maybe I’ll tackle the clutter for a bit before I start wrapping gifts.

What would you say that your biggest accomplishment is?  As always, you can find the other MFRW blog hop participants HERE.

Write on my friends, write on.

Merry Christmas, Darling!


Welcome to Flash Fest December!

I have a few author friends who have joined me in this challenge and are contributing to the prize baskets!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Congratulations Alina K. Field!

This week’s prize basket:

  • $5 Amazon gift card
  • ebook for Red Wine & Roses
  • Swagbag
  • ebook of Protected By His Grace by Grace Augustine

This is how the prize giveaway will work:

Leave a comment throughout the week on any blog post, whether it’s the blog hop, flash, guest spot, or weekend writing warriors. I will select one of the commenters through Randompicker and post it on Monday’s post. The winner can contact me on Facebook or email me at: l.e.mcatee@gmail.com.

I apologize for not getting it posted on Monday, it’s been a rough couple of days.

The challenge is to write a flash piece, 500 to 1000 words based on a Holiday tune as a prompt. The author was given the option to select their own or I would assign one. Trust me,  my list of holiday tunage is anything but traditional!

Merry Christmas, Darling!

 

Merry Christmas, Darling!

by Grace Augustine

Thanksgiving evening.

Leftover put away…check. Dishes rinsed and in the dishwasher…check. Cup of hot herbal tea…check. Pen in hand with Christmas cards and address book on lap…check. Cheesy Hallmark movies on television…check.

Christmas Eve.

The four of us walked to the church in the gently falling snow. It was only a couple blocks away and, of course, the boys ran ahead of John and me, but waited at the Narthex doors so we could enter as a family.

The Christ candle of the Advent wreath was lit, the ageless message was spoken, and the candles were lit as we sang Silent Night. That song always stabs my heart, this year more so than others.

Things with John haven’t been good for a very long time. The kids have picked up on the tension between us, so they’ve been a handful both at home and at school. It’s difficult pretending nothing’s wrong.

With a smile plastered on my face, I hugged several on the way out of the church.  I greeted Pastor Iverson and his wife and nodded when they suggested we all get together after the holidays. The boys, one on either side of me, grabbed my hands and pulled me toward the door.

John never likes to hang around to visit. He impatiently waited outside. The cold hit me as I opened the door and we walked out to meet him. The short walk to our house was in silence. It was still snowing, and the silence was deafening.

I’d made a crockpot of hot chocolate, so it would be ready when we returned. It was tradition in our home to open presents after church. They boys hurried upstairs and put on their pajamas and giggled their way back to the living room, sitting as close as they could to the tree and the brightly wrapped boxes.

We didn’t have much money. Even though John and I both worked a forty-hour work week, there never seemed to be any extra. I hated that I couldn’t get more things for the boys for Christmas, but two presents each would have to do.

Thankfully, they were happy with the toy selections. John was happy, too, when he opened his new electronic gadgets…and me—well, I got a new pair of socks and a flannel nightgown.

I picked up the wrapping paper and took it to the trash in the kitchen before filling my mug with more hot chocolate. I secretly wished I had something strong to put with it! I walked back into the living room and sat down. The boys were tired. They were whiney and biting at each other. It was close to eleven o’clock… time for bed.

John continued messing with the stereo speaker enhancer. As usual, I was on my own getting the kids calmed down and ready to sleep. I chased them up the stairs to their respective rooms, but they wanted to sleep together tonight, so I figured there was no harm in that.

They both climbed into the double bed and I grabbed ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas from the bookshelf. The longer I read, the sleepier they were…three-fourths the way through, both were fast asleep. I kissed each forehead and counted my blessings as I turned on the night light and closed the door.

My mug was lukewarm, but I wasn’t going downstairs to heat it. The last person I wanted to spend Christmas Eve with was John. I grabbed the cordless phone and went into the bedroom. I’m not proud of what happened after that.

You see, with the problems between John and me, and being overwhelmed with work and the kids, I’d reached out to anyone who showed me the least little bit of attention. I was in a chat room online and met several wonderful people. Some of us remain friends today. One person struck my fancy…and I did his. Doug.

Doug was a real estate mogul from Denver, Colorado. He’d been my saving grace more times than I care to count. He listened. He didn’t judge me on my feelings, or lack of, where John was concerned. He seemed to truly understand. He was divorced, and we’d developed quite a thing for one another. We’d talk to each other by phone a couple times a week and send countless email messages. We even met during a lay-over at Denver International Airport.

All I knew was that I needed to be anywhere but where I was tonight. That meant a phone call to Doug. I put my Carpenters Christmas CD in the player and punched his number into the phone. He thanked me for the peanut clusters I’d sent him for Christmas and we talked about church, dinner, his kids, my kids, how we wished we were together walking in the snow, sharing the quiet, magical night.

“Someday. I believe it will happen, someday,” he’d always say.

Tonight. I wanted it to happen tonight. How could it, though, when we were hundreds of miles apart?

“Merry Christmas, Darling. We’re apart, that’s true…but I can dream and in my dreams, I’m Christmasing with you…” The familiar words rang through my heart as I listened to Doug’s voice mixed with the words of the song. In that moment, it became our song. I began singing them as the music played. To my surprise, Doug joined in. There was a long pause in our conversation when the song ended. I didn’t want this moment to end. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I listened to his rich voice.

“Merry Christmas, Darling. Someday. Someday.”

About the author:  Grace Augustine

 

Author Bio:

Editor and award winning novelist, Grace Augustine, grew up in Montana. Her work career has taken her from title and abstracting to administrative assistant church work to co-owning a small town weekly newspaper to her current profession as a floral designer/jewelry designer/writer, and most recently, painter.

Grace thinks of herself as a “Jill” of most trades and is not afraid to learn new things. “If you can’t learn something new each day, there’s something wrong,” she says.

The ideas for her Acorn Hills series stem from her growing up years as well as the issues she has had to overcome along the way. “I’ve developed a new romance category…for the over 50 crowd…I’m calling it the salt and pepper genre. My books deal with real life issues, overcoming adversity, maintaining a positive outlook, and so much more. Just because we are 50 yrs old or older doesn’t mean that life stops. We all still want attention and affection and adventure! We want to experience all life has to offer. We use our age as wisdom to share with those around us. We are sexual, sensual, and sensible,” Grace explains.

Augustine was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis in July of 2003. Her thoughts on that “It may slow me down, but if I can at all do it, I will. Sitting and feeling sorry for yourself isn’t the answer…living your life with an open, joy-filled heart is.”

Romance with a Touch of Grace

OTHER BOOKS BY Grace Augustine can be found on her Amazon author page:

Grace Augustine

Write on my friends, write on! Don’t forget to leave a comment!

 

4 Carat Christmas


Welcome to Flash Fest December!

I have some author friends who have joined me in this challenge, and are contributing to the prize baskets!

This week’s prize basket:

  • $5 Amazon gift card
  • Free ebook for Red Wine & Roses
  • Swagbag
  • ebook of Protected By His Grace

This is how the prize giveaway will work:

Leave a comment throughout the week on any blog post, whether it’s the blog hop, flash, guest spot, or weekend writing warriors. I will select one of the commenters through Randompicker and post it on Monday’s post. That person can contact me on Facebook or email me at: l.e.mcatee@gmail.com.

The challenge is to write a flash piece, 500 to 1000 words based on a Holiday tune as a prompt. The author was given the option to select their own or I would assign one. Trust me,  my list of holiday tunage is anything but traditional!

4 Carat by Kelly Clarkson

 

4 Carat Christmas

by Ellie Mack

Simone added the final ornament to her tree, then stepped back to admire her work.  It was perfect!

Staging houses around the holidays were her favorite. Her business was booming and she had a tidy account as well as investments. She was the most in-demand stager in the entire metropolitan area, and as such, she set her rates.

She moved to the kitchen, adjusting the red and gold blown glass bowl on the counter that she had acquired for super cheap at an estate auction. Auctions and estate sales were a great place to get stuff! She had several high-end collectibles and unique pieces in the old warehouse that she bought.

Walking through the newly remodeled home, no one would ever know what a trash heap it was when Cort bought it.  If it had been her, she would have had it razed.

He was due any minute. She hoped that this was the night he would pop the question.

Cort McClain was the top selling real estate agent in the region.  The Homes Channel was considering him for a series to begin in the spring of the following year. One of the executives discussed the idea that a married man would be considered more trustworthy than a single man. Simone took the opportunity to drop the hint for a 4-carat ring and a promising, financially smart match.

He wasn’t her only client by any means. She had contracts with the top four real estate offices in the area, working with over forty agents. She had dated a few of the men over the past three years of building her business when Cort caught her eye. Simone paid close attention to who were the top agents in any given office and used that information to zero in on the best candidate for her future Mister. She had even considered a couple individual homeowners as candidates, but they didn’t cut the muster.

A movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She turned, seeing Cort’s Mercedes in the drive. Warm fuzzies and a huge smile spread.

Wait! Was that?

She watched out the window as Cort leaned across to the passenger side, locking lips with a buxom brunette. “What the hell?”

“Hey, Simone! The place looks great as usual.”

He gave the area a cursory glance. “That rug looks great!”

“Who’s the brunette?” Simone asked as she pursed lips and folded her arms.

“Is that a Chihuly? Where did you get this one? Man, I would love to have this.”

He seemed anxious to leave and ignored her question. He’d seen the bowl before.

“Who’s the brunette, Cort?” She didn’t budge.

He laid the paperwork out on the counter to sign. “She’s an executive from the Homes Channel. We are negotiating a contract for my show.  Pretty much a done deal! Isn’t that great?” He clicked his pen to sign.

“And sleeping with that whore is part of the contract?” Her jaw was stern.

“No. Her name is Adrian and she’s one of the executives. Not the CEO, but pretty far up there.”

“Huh” Simone glanced out the window at Adrian making a duck face in the mirror admiring her ruby red lipstick. “So, . . I guess this means we’re through?”

“Yeah, sorry. I wanted to break it to you gently. Guess I failed at that.”

Simone wasn’t exactly the romantic type, but she sure as hell deserved better than this.

It took every ounce of self-control not to bash him over the head with the Chihuly bowl. She waited as he signed the forms and her check.

She wished she had never agreed to give him the friends and family discount rate. Which was a Cort only rate because she thought this holiday held a 4-carat promise for her, but she was obviously wrong.

As she held the check in her hand, reading it she saw that it should have another zero behind the three that were there.

“Next week I’ll have that house on Spruce ready to show. Think you can fit me in to stage that one?”

That was it. She couldn’t stand it as he babbled on about his career and Adrian. “You like the Chihuly?”

“Yes. Maybe I’ll buy it from you after the open house.  Or maybe, you can give it to me for a present?”  He tried to make a smolder and it just pissed her off.

“Sure! Merry Fucking Christmas!” She raised the heavy bowl and bashed him in the head with it as she spoke.

He crumpled like a ragdoll onto the floor in front of her and lay motionless. She kicked him a couple times for good measure before bending to feel his pulse.  Yeah, he was still alive. She went through the house trashing everything she could. Flinging the tree in the floor, throwing the towels in the floor,  turning the faucets on, and stripped the bed before dumping the vase of lilies. She overturned the furniture in the living room which surprisingly didn’t seem to take a lot of effort

When she had worked out her frustrations, she checked on him again before taking his pen and adding the zero to her check.

“The 4-carat ring would have been less expensive.” Just for good measure, she emptied the trash bin over him. The liquidy residuals from carry out Chinese splattered on his chest. She walked out to the woman in the car.

“Hi!  Cort is going to be a little longer.  He found some issues that need to be tidied up and a small leak in the bathroom. He said for you to just sit tight, he’d be out in about thirty minutes. Merry Christmas !” She forced a smile. “Oh, and make sure he uses protection. He tested positive last month.”

She sped off flipping them the bird.

Write on my friends, write on! Don’t forget to leave a comment!

 

Weekend Writing Warriors -Dune’s Date


Hello everyone!

I’ve been sharing from my current WIP, The Blood Key.

Weekend Writing Warriors.

HOW IT WORKS

It’s simple and fun. Sign up on the linky list with your name, blog url, and email address on Mondays, 8:00 AM EST. Each week, the list remains open until Saturday, 11:59 PM. Then on Sunday, post 8 to 10 sentences from a current writing project, published or unpublished. Visit other participants and offer opinions, critiques, support. Writers hanging out with writers, a good time with a great group of people.
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8 sentences –  I can manage that, can’t I?  That sounded like a challenge and I was off!
Yes, it’s late in the year but what the heck! Maybe this will turn into a regular thing.  I ‘ve been thinking I should share more snippets anyway. I’ve had some issues with my links in the past few weeks, let’s hope it’s all straightened out now. Keep in mind, this is truly a first draft. So here goes:
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Dune Jasper stood in Shaya’s doorway filling the space entirely. Even without his armor, he was massive.

Instant heat surged through her body.

Wavy dark locks hung down over his shoulders, reminding her of the Highlanders she’d bedded in the sixteenth century.

His eyes were dark with the shadows of horrific deeds he’d witnessed. His facial features were perfection. She wouldn’t dare speak it aloud, but he was more handsome than her liege, Brogann. Broad shoulders, bulging biceps, forearms, and his hands were more than double the size of her own.

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The title of this one is called The Blood Key. It is going to be a novella from my Fae series that I’ve been working on for some time now.  This one is hopefully going into a paranormal fantasy anthology – fingers crossed that I make the cut!

Be sure to check out the other author’s snippets as well HERE
Write on my friends, write on!

Secret Recipes and Family Favorites


This week’s MFRW blog hop post  – week 49 – A Favorite Recipe.

Being a lifelong foodie, my recent dietary changes have eliminated a lot of my favorites. It’s hard to choose just one, so I will give you a few categories.

Sherri’s Secret Salad – a lady at our church  (Sherri) prides herself on this salad. Everyone loves it, including me.  She has sworn the recipe to secrecy so that you will buy the bottled dressing from her. The funny thing is,  I wasn’t aware of that when I first tasted her salad and copied it. I can generally figure out a recipe by taste most of the time. I figured it out pretty closely, but alas it has sugar in the dressing so I have to figure out something else.

Salad base:

  • romaine lettuce, chopped
  • red onion, sliced very thin
  • cherry tomatoes, sliced in halve
  • iceburg lettuce, chopped ( I prefer to use buttercrunch myself)
  • cucumber, peeled, chopped
  • carrot shreds
  • shredded cheddar

The dressing:

  • 1/2 cup olive oil
  • 3/4 cup Italian dressing bottled
  • 1/4 cup wine vinegar
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1 tsp black pepper
  • 1 TBSP additional Italian seasoning
  • 1/4 cup sugar

Combine dressing ingredients, whisk together and pour over salad. Toss gently and serve. Guess it’s not a secret anymore,  but I can’t guarantee that is exactly the recipe she follows.

Yeast rolls – I make homemade yeast rolls every year for Thanksgiving and Christmas and occasionally other times in the year. I can’t have any,  but I still make them for the family. White bread more than other bread sends my blood sugar soaring, so I have to bypass. There is just something satisfying about kneading bread.  I follow the Betty Crocker recipe in an old tattered book that I received as a wedding present 32 years ago! I’m sure you can find it online, look up dinner rolls.

Rosemary and garlic potatoes – again, one of my favorites but I can’t do potatoes anymore because it affects my blood sugar. (Another thing I can thank cancer for!)

Super simple –

  • red potatoes  – scrub them, cutting out eyes and any bad spots.
  • yellow onion – cut into coarse chunks and separate.
  • rinse in cold water.
  • Put into large bowl and drizzle generously with olive oil.
  • Add 1 tsp salt or sea salt, 1 tsp black pepper, 2 tsp minced garlic
  • one stem of rosemary leaves, rake leaves off of stem from tip to base. Fresh is best,  the dried is like eating twigs.

Roast in oven at 375 for about 40 minutes.

Lasagna – I’ve often had requests for my lasagna. I don’t have some guarded family secret.  I use ingredients from Aldi – the secret is in the seasoning.

Find the Betty Crocker recipe online – when you make your meat sauce, add a little more garlic,  some additional Italian seasoning,  and fresh basil. If there’s any secret,  that is it. Basil is amazing.

Tonight, in fact, I am making lasagna. However, since pasta is on my no-no list, I am making zucchini lasagna. This is tricky to an old-fashioned pasta fiend such as me.

Instead of lasagna noodles, buy 3 to 4 zucchini. You can peel or leave the skin on – your choice.  I peeled mine so it wasn’t such a shock to the family. Cut the stem end and bottom end off. Slice lengthwise into thin strips, so you have long skinny lasagna “noodles”. Have your pan of boiling water at a full boil before dropping them in, and you only want to parboil them, then drain on a paper towel. Otherwise, they end up mushy and the only thing worse than mushy is gooey.

Everything else is the same in the recipe, except I omit the pinch of sugar I normally add to my marinara. Add a little parsley to cut down on indigestion if needed.

I’ve only tried this with the lasagna once before, so let’s hope that it works!

My all-time favorite dessert – brownies, just aren’t’ the same without sugar. I’m still searching for a palatable sugar-free alternative. I’ve tried a dozen or so paleo, sugar-free, carb free, and otherwise craptastic recipes. Most have ended up in the trash.

So, since you, my wonderful readers aren’t restricted to a no sugar diet, I will share the full recipe that I have always used. This recipe has won baking contests!

Best Brownies

(I usually double this)

Ingredients

  •  1/2 cup butter (real butter not margarine)

Frosting:

  • 3 tablespoons butter, softened
  • 3 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder
  • 1 tablespoon corn syrup
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1 cup confectioners’ sugar

Directions:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease and flour an 8-inch square pan. In a large saucepan, melt 1/2 cup butter. Remove from heat, and stir in sugar, eggs, and 1 teaspoon vanilla. Beat in 1/3 cup cocoa, 1/2 cup flour, salt, and baking powder. Spread batter into prepared pan. Bake in preheated oven for 25 to 30 minutes. Do not overcook.

To Make Frosting: Combine 3 tablespoons softened butter, 3 tablespoons cocoa, honey, 1 teaspoon vanilla extract, and 1 cup confectioners’ sugar. Stir until smooth. Frost brownies while they are still warm. 

 

As this is a blog hop, there are many other authors who are participating.  You can check them out HERE: when I scheduled this,  the list wasn’t up yet so hopefully you will be able to go there and get the fresh list.

What’s your favorite recipe?

Remember to leave a comment to be entered into the prize drawing for the week!

 

Write on my friends, write on!

 

 

It Will Be A Happy Christmas


Welcome to Flash Fest December!

I have some author friends who have joined me in this challenge, and are contributing to the prize baskets!

 

This week’s prize basket:

  • $10 Amazon gift card
  • Free ebook for Roxy Sings the Blues
  • Swagbag
  • ebooks of The Hallow Brothers Series By Tricia Andersen

This is how the prize giveaway will work:

Leave a comment throughout the week on any blog post, whether it’s the blog hop, flash, guest spot, or weekend writing warriors. I will select one of the commenters through Randompicker and post it on Monday’s post. That person can contact me  on Facebook or email me at: l.e.mcatee@gmail.com.

The challenge is to write a flash piece, 500 to 1000 words based on a Holiday tune as a prompt. The author was given the option to select their own or I would assign one. Trust me,  my list of holiday tunage is anything but traditional!

 

 Happy Xmas (War is Over) by John Lennon.

It Will Be Happy Xmas

by Tricia Anderson

The frozen snow crunched under Micah’s boots as he stormed across the camp towards his cabin. He watched as his youngest brother, Abraham, jogged to his own home. Winter arrived long ago in Northern Minnesota, blanketing the forest that surrounded the ancient summer camp they made their home in with thick white powder. Deep down, he wished the cold, cleansing snow would cover up the evil surrounding the Hallows as well.

A simple trip for supplies to suffice all the Hallow mates while the seven brothers changed into terrifying werewolves as they did every full moon turned into an unofficial investigation into the latest string of suspicious murders in Duluth. Seven were easily associated to the club the vampires took control of, the one that the brothers frequented before Rock and Cort, the leaders of the bloodsuckers, bought into it then killed the owner. By the gore left at the first two, it was easy to tell that Rock and Cort must have done it. The other five were more human in nature.

It was as Micah feared. The vampires turned the humans they brainwashed against each other. Life outside the forest was no longer safe. That didn’t settle well for the expecting father of triplets.

He took the steps of the porch two at a time. It was stupid. He knew that. With the snow and ice, he was certain to break his neck. He just wanted to be in his home with his arms wrapped tight around his wife and mate, Eve. That was if she wasn’t on her laptop. As the resident hacker of the Hallow family, it seemed she spent every waking moment in front of the computer trying to find an end to the war that was brewing. It wasn’t the way they wanted to raise their children.

Micah stopped dead in his tracks as he stepped inside the cabin. Instead of finding the living room dark and empty, there was a fire blazing in the fireplace. Every lamp in the place was shining brightly. Strings of colored lights draped along the crease where the wall met the ceiling.

The most beautiful sight of all was Eve dressed in a pair of flannel pajama pants and a T-shirt decorating the large fir tree now standing in the middle of the room. By the size of it, he hoped that one of his brothers brought it in for her. There was no way she could handle a tree that size with the baby bump she now had. John Lennon’s voice crooned Happy X-mas from the Bluetooth speaker resting on the mantle. The song was ironic compared to the world he left behind.

He gently closed the door behind him. “What’s all this?”

Eve turned to him with a smile that turned his knees to jelly. “Joe was getting a Christmas tree for him and Sarah and asked if we wanted one too. With everything going on with the vamps and the mermaids and lord knows what other magical creatures are out there gunning for us to get Momma’s amulet, Sarah wanted a little Christmas cheer. Caleb got one for him and Meg and baby Ruby. Sam and Henry wrangled a big, full one for them and Delilah. And Abe is in for a surprise because Kai has no idea how to decorate for Christmas. Momma showed us where all the spare decorations were stored. For it being just her and Poppa and you boys before all of us mates showed up, that lady has a lot of decorations.”

Micah chuckled. “So while Abe and I went for supplies, you all turned our camp into the North Pole?”

Eve laughed. “Pretty much.” She suddenly frowned. “You were gone a long time. What happened?”

Micah kicked off his boots then slipped his heavy winter coat from his body. He crossed the room and hugged her tight. “Nothing we need to discuss now. Let’s just enjoy this. You, me, and our little ones having our first Christmas as a family.”

Eve caught his lips with hers in a long, sweet kiss. As they broke it she grinned at him. “I’m too short to put the star on top. Can you do the honors?”

Micah kissed the tip of her nose tenderly. “How about we do it together?”

“How do you propose we do that?”

He let go long enough to reach into the old, dusty cardboard box and pull out the glittery gold star. He held one point and offered her another. She shook her head with a laugh as she took it. Eve lifted herself on her tiptoes as together they reached the star to the peak of the tree.

Micah wrapped an arm tight around her to keep her steady. His hand splayed over her rounded belly. At least two of the three babes tucked safe in her womb kicked him in response. He sighed the happiest sigh he could as he secured the star on the top branch.

Eve gazed into his eyes, her own blue ones brilliant. “Are you okay?”

“I couldn’t be happier. This? This is perfect. I never want this to end.”

“Me neither.”

He caught sight of the mistletoe hanging overhead as their lips met again. Yes, the world they left behind was chaos. At some point, they would have to face it and find a way to end it.

But now? Right now it was just him and his mate. And it was the most perfect Christmas he could ever imagine.

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The Hallow Brothers Series

By Tricia Andersen

Welterweight (Hallow Brothers Series #1)

A mysterious force binds Meg Riley to the dark, mysterious werewolf Caleb Hallow. Can they put aside their differences and give themselves over to their union, or will their pasts destroy them?

Caleb Hallow doesn’t need anyone. All he needs is to dominate in the MMA cage and become world champion. His plans are derailed when he wakes up with a mysterious tattoo of his ancestors after a one night stand with his opponent’s ex-girlfriend, Meg Riley. Sharing the mark with her joins them as mates for eternity. Can Caleb deal with Meg for the rest of his life? Can he keep her safe from his past as he falls deeply in love with her? And will she stay by him when she finds out he is actually a werewolf?

It was just a fling, a chance to get revenge on her cheating ex. At least that’s what Meg Riley tries to convince herself. But the indescribable pull that draws her to the dark, dangerous Caleb Hallow tells her differently. Although she is furious when she finds the strange tattoo on her back after their night together, and even though he tells her some convoluted story about him being a werewolf, she can’t stay away from him. She can’t stop herself from falling for him. When her ex threatens Caleb’s life, how far will Meg go to save him? Will she be willing to sacrifice her life for his?

Amazon: https://goo.gl/e5qTB1

Smashwords: https://goo.gl/Me0crO

Kobo: https://goo.gl/ZGbmDA

Barnes and Noble: https://goo.gl/psJHYL

iTunes: https://goo.gl/ODVF5o

Middleweight (Hallow Brothers Series #2)

Primal attraction brings Eve Romero together with Micah Hallow, one of the infamous Hallow Brothers. Will their union heal them—or destroy them both?…

Micah Hallow doesn’t believe he’ll ever find his mate. That is until a mystic tattoo appears on his back after a wild night with a stripper that marks her as his mate. Despite a life-threatening injury that brings him to his knees every time it strikes, he commits to a fight in the octagon to save her life. What will she do when she finds out he’s one of the infamous Hallow Brothers—and a werewolf?

Eve Romero can’t escape her violent boss, Deacon. That is, until the hottie she slept with puts his life on the line in exchange for hers. She can’t fight the primal attraction to him even though she doesn’t feel she’s worthy of the Hallow brother. Can she overcome her past to be with him? And when a new, murderous threat strikes close to home, will the two of them survive?

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2uGOpxl

Smashwords: http://bit.ly/2uIuMo8

Kobo: http://bit.ly/2uKftvK

iTunes: https://itun.es/us/-Thrlb.l

 

Heavyweight (Hallow Brothers Series #3)

A mystic power binds Samuel Hallow to not one but two mates. Can he protect those he loves from the evil that wants to tear them apart?

Samuel Hallow is desperately in love. However, he knows his family won’t condone his relationship with his boyfriend, Henry. The brothers mate for life and neither man has had the mystical tattoo appear that binds… them to the one chosen for them.

Delilah, Henry’s lifelong friend, comes to town and Samuel is consumed with unexplained lust. He and Henry both sleep with her and the tattoo appears on all three of them, marking the trio as mates for eternity. He nearly loses the others when he confesses his true nature – that he, like his six brothers, are werewolves. Although Delilah and Henry are angry and obsessed with their careers, they can’t stay out of his bed.

Can he protect his lovers from the vampires who hunt them, who want to use them to get possession of Momma Hallow’s ancient amulet? And will the Hallow Brothers stand united when they discover that Henry, the man Samuel loves, embodies an ancient evil magic, hell bent on conquering the world?

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2zIZcGe

Smashwords: http://bit.ly/2yUu4Gg

Kobo: http://bit.ly/2iCDlwH

iTunes: http://apple.co/2yU8OAG

 

About the Author:

Tricia Andersen lives in Iowa with her husband, Brian and her three children – her sons, Jake and Jon, and her daughter, Alex.  She graduated from the University of Iowa with a Bachelor of Arts in English and from Kirkwood Community College with an Associate of Arts degree in Communications Media/Public Relations.

Along with writing (which she loves to do), Tricia practices Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, coaches and participates in track and field, reads, sews and is involved in many of her children’s activities.

Facebook: www.facebook.com/t.l.andersenauthor

Facebook Group – https://m.facebook.com/groups/1376983112421318

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Tricia-Andersen/e/B005M6NCBG

Blog: www.insidethiswritersmind.com

Twitter: www.twitter.com/triciaandersen

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/tricia-andersen-417f29c4-149e-4b78-b4ca-ec6e04f0ace2?list=author_books

Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/triciaandersen

Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/tricialandersen

Instagram: www.instagram.com/triciaandersenauthor

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Leave a comment to be entered in the giveaway and to let Tricia know what you think of the story!

Write on my friends, write on!

Last Christmas


Welcome to Flash Fest December!

I have some author friends who have joined me in this challenge, and are contributing to the prize baskets!

This week’s prize basket:

  • $10 Amazon gift card
  • Free ebook for Roxy Sings the Blues
  • Swagbag
  • ebooks of The Hallow Brothers Series By Tricia Andersen

This is how the prize giveaway will work:

Leave a comment throughout the week on any blog post, whether it’s the blog hop, flash, guest spot, or weekend writing warriors. I will select one of the commenters through Randompicker and post it on Monday’s post. That person can contact me  on Facebook or email me at: l.e.mcatee@gmail.com.

The challenge is to write a flash piece, 500 to 1000 words based on a Holiday tune as a prompt. The author was given the option to select their own or I would assign one. Trust me,  my list of holiday tunage is anything but traditional!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sounds easy enough right? Coming in under 1000 is a challenge for me.  Here’s the first offering.

Last Christmas by Wham

 

Not Like Last Christmas

by Ellie Mack

“My ride’s here. Have a good one!” Tony tossed over his shoulder as he hoisted his duffle heading out the door.

“Yeah, you too! See ya next year.” Clint had one more final before he could head home for the holidays. He had his bags packed, all he had to do was a few tidying things before checking out of the dorm. Now he needed to focus on this last final.

Biomedical studies was his most difficult class. The final on toxicology and bacterial pathogens had him stressed to the max. His entire future hinged on this test! Whether he got an A to keep his scholarship.  He desperately needed an A in this class because he already knew he was getting two Bs.

Well, not all of his plans hung in the balance.  He held his head in his hands,  elbows propped on the desk, staring at the book, looking right through it. He had to focus on this final, not Kayla.

Last Christmas played in his head. He gave her an engagement ring but, she gave the ring back the day after Christmas breaking up. It was all for the best, he kept reasoning with himself. He had another year to finish his bachelor’s, then years for his masters, then a doctorate and internship, practicum.

Nope! He didn’t have time for a relationship and she had done him a solid!

He didn’t take the rejection well, ended up crashing his dad’s truck and landing his drunken ass in jail.

He never wanted to be in that place again. It was part of why his future hinged on the scholarship, because his savings went to pay lawyer fees, replace his dad’s truck, and medical bills.

“Focus!”  He took a swig of his Coke. Nervously flipping the pen against the paper.  His eyes blurred.  It was as if his brain refused to absorb any more information.

“Fine!” He closed his book, stuffed it into his backpack and headed out at a brisk pace. ‘Seriously, I have to have this scholarship or else it will take me twenty years to get through medical school. Please help me retain the information and pass this class with an A.”

THUMP

He shook his head, confused about what had just happened. In front of him was a girl in tears, bent down picking up scattered papers. She was mumbling something through tears.

“Excuse me, what?”

“I said, why don’t you watch where you’re going.” She continued with the papers. A gust of wind picked up a few spreading them further out.

Clint took a few steps chasing after them, snatching one of out midair.

“I’m very sorry. Here, let me help you.”  He handed her the pages and helped her up. She came barely to his shoulders. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail, looking like she did it in a hurry. There was a purple and teal streak in her light auburn hair. When she looked up, her beautiful green eyes were sad,  it tugged on his heart.

“Where you headed?”

“Science Hall.”

“Me too. Look, I’m real sorry about running into you.  It’s not like me.  I can help you get your report back in order if you like.”

“It’s fine. Really.  I know it wasn’t on purpose. Just,. . .  emotions, you know? Finals are . . .” her voice trailed off, her lip quivering.

“I’m Clint. I’m not normally this clumsy. Finals are a bitch this year.”  He swiped a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Could I buy you a cup of coffee after this final?”

“You don’t have to. I’m sure you’re anxious to get home.”

Not really. He had no one to share his holidays with and wasn’t looking forward to staying at his parent’s home now that he was twenty-three. “It’s fine.  Nobody is waiting for me. Let me make it up to you with a drink at least.”

She adjusted her notebooks. “Tell you what. I’ll meet you at the UC  in two hours. I have to turn in this paper, drop my books, and check out of the dorm. That OK?”

“Yes. See you there.”

Clint opened the door for her to the Science hall. She went to the stairs to the left, his class was down the main corridor.

The final seemed ridiculously easy, which had him worried that he had totally screwed up. Now for the worst of it,  the waiting. He headed back across campus to the library to turn in his own books before meeting her. He hadn’t even asked her name.

“Way to go Clint. She probably won’t show.”

He wandered over towards the University Center at a slow pace. His head down, he kicked a few rocks on the way as he mentally beat himself up over how stupid he had been.

“Wow! Way to show some enthusiasm.  You know, if it’s that much of a chore, then just forget it.” She sat at the end booth just inside the door, her arms crossed before she harumphed and reached for her bag to leave.

“No! I mean, yes I’m enthused!  Look, I thought you ditched me. Can we start over?”

She eased back into the seat crossing her arms and offered a shrug.

He went to the counter and ordered two large hot chocolates. With a half grin, he sidled up to her. “Hi my name’s Clint. I thought you might like some chocolate as a reward for last day of finals.”

She blushed accepting the cocoa.

Delaney was an interesting girl. They talked for a long time. So long in fact that the coffee shop was closing and it was dark outside.

“OMG! I totally lost track of the time. I have to run. Call me over the holidays, maybe we can get together.” Pushing a small piece of paper across the table as she stood.

She grabbed her bag and dashed out the door turning at the last minute with a huge grin. “Merry Christmas!”

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Let me Know your thoughts! Write on my friends, write on!

 

Bianca!


Bianca: The Brave Frail and Delicate Princess 

Publication Date: December 1, 2017

Author: Meg Welch Dendler

Genre: Middle Grade

Editions, ISBNs, and Pricing:

  • Paperback 978-0692920411 $9.99
  • Hardcover 978-0692938294 $24.99
  • Ebook 978-0692938300 $2.99
  • Audio TBD

Distributors: Ingram, Amazon

“Princess Bianca rules, in every way! This tale of intrepid
discovery and determination will delight young readers and will
dare those who deal with the dragons of self-doubt, frustration,
and bullying to step out and challenge those menaces to a duel.”
New England Children’s Book Review — Listed as a Favorite

Book Description:
Princess Bianca had never set foot outside the castle walls. Not
once in her over-protected, pink, fluffy life. But when a dragon
was spotted in the land and fear spread that the monster had
conquered the king and his brave knights, Bianca realized that it
was her duty to protect her kingdom. She will have to prove that
she can be braver and stronger than anyone believed because
the threat outside the protection of her castle tower was more
dangerous and magical than she ever imagined possible, except in
a fairy tale.

Serenity Mountain Publishing
Springdale, Arkansas
832-922-3294
meg@megdendler.com

KIRKUS REVIEW

Dendler (Dottie’s Daring Day, 2017, etc.) addresses overcoming preconceptions in this middle-grade fairy tale.

Thirteen-year-old Bianca is known throughout the Kingdom of Pacifico as the Frail and Delicate Princess. She was very weak at birth and has spent her entire life in the castle, kept safe by her loving, overprotective father. Bianca does not feel frail and delicate. She may be cosseted (“Never…was she allowed to meet other children….Who knew what kind of diseases they carried?”), but she has grown into a healthy young girl, brimming with imagination and yearning to explore the world. Yet how can she? She is the Frail and Delicate Princess, and that is all there is to it…until a fire-breathing dragon threatens the kingdom and Bianca’s father and his bravest knights march off to do battle with it. When they don’t return, Bianca sneaks out and embarks on her own quest. With only a charismatic donkey for company, she will track down the dragon. She will save the kingdom and be Frail and Delicate no longer! Dendler writes on the safe side of scary, capturing the magical essence rather than the Grimm aspect of fairy tales. Bianca’s adventure may be straightforward, but it remains spry and charming, its message of empowerment no less effective for being overt. Primary school readers surely will empathize with Bianca (nobody should be chained by assumptions of what they can and cannot do), yet hers is not the only life being affected by pigeonholing. Throughout the story, hidden in plain sight amid the palace folk and fairy-tale tropes and exquisitely characterized animals, Dendler presents a subtler exploration of labeling. It’s to her great credit that the book’s denouement, though obvious in retrospect, comes as both uplifting and unforeseen. Bianca, all told, is a memorable middle-grade heroine.

Runs to surprising depths, and Sammy the donkey will live long in the young memory.

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Be sure to check out Meg’s books below and follow the links!

Meg Welch Dendler
Best-Selling and Award-Winning Author of the Cats in the Mirror Series:
  • Why Kimba Saved The World
  • Vacation Hiro
  • Miss Fatty Cat’s Revenge
  • Slinky Steps Out
  • and the companion books
  • Max’s Wild Night
  • Dottie’s Daring Day
  • From Serenity Mountain Publishing
Pen-L Publishing
Author Bio:

“Meg Dendler has considered herself a writer since she won a picture book contest in 5th grade and entertained her classmates with ongoing sequels for the rest of the year. Beginning serious work as a freelancer in the ’90s while teaching elementary and middle school, Meg has over one hundred articles in print, including interviews with Kirk Douglas, Sylvester Stallone, and Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson. She has won contests with her short stories and poetry, along with multiple international awards for her best-selling “Cats in the Mirror” alien rescue cat children’s book series. Meg is an editor with Pen-L Publishing and also does editing work for independent and self-publishing authors.

Meg and her family (including four cats and her dog, Max) live in Arkansas. Visit her at www.megdendler.com for more information about upcoming books and events and all of Meg’s social media links. You can also follow Kimba on Facebook and Twitter.”

Member of Cat Writers’ Association, SCBWI, and the Ozark Writers League

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Links for Meg Welch Dendler:

Web site: Megdendler

Blog:  megdendler

Newsletter Sign Up: megdendler newsletter

Facebook: MegDendlerAuthor & KimbaBabyCat  (Kimba fan page)

Goodreads: Meg Welch Dendler

Amazon Author Page: Meg Dendler

LinkedIn: Meg Dendler

Twitter: @MegWelchDendler

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https://www.instagram.com/megdendler/

Books:

“Bianca: The Brave Frail and Delicate Princess” (pre-order link)

Please leave a comment to show Meg your love!
You can read more about Bianca on these blogs:

Dec. 5                    Michelle Dunton at “Writing Fun”

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCGea5qQGIQiaxXguujY2KhA

Dec. 6                    H. L. Burke

http://www.hlburkeblog.com/

Typewriter Society (Interview)

Typewritersociety.com

Dec. 7                    Amanda’s Books & More

http://abooksandmore.blogspot.com/

Dec. 8                    Kay LaLone

http://kaylalone.blogspot.com/

Missy Sheldrake

missyflits.wordpress.com

Dec. 9                    Kris Riley at “My Blissful Books”

myblissfulbooks.com/blog/

Dec. 10                 Coffee Addicts Book Review

http://selenityjadebooks.blogspot.com/

Dec. 11                 Waggy Tails Dog Blog

https://waggytalesweb.wordpress.com/

Lily Iona MacKenzie (Interview)

https://Lilyionamackenzie.wordpress.com

Dec. 12                 Whispering Stories

http://whisperingstories.com/

Dec. 13                 Read Explore Repeat

https://www.readexplorerepeat.com/

Cat Michaels

http://www.catmichaelswriter.com/

Dec. 14                 Sorchia’s Universe

https://www.sorchiadubois.com/

Cover2CoverBlog

cover2coverblog.blogspot.com

Dec. 15                 A Day in the Tangled Skein of My Life

http://adayinthetangledskeinsofmylife.blogspot.com/

Dec. 16                 Watch Jane Write

http://www.watchjanewrite.com/

Dec. 17                 Meg’s Blog for Wrapup

megdendler.blogspot.com

Write on my friends, write on!
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The Blood Key – NANO WIP


November is NANOWRIMO, (National novel writing month) I thought it only fair to share some snippets from that. After all, this is my current WIP.

Weekend Writing Warriors.

HOW IT WORKS

It’s simple and fun. Sign up for the linky list with your name, blog URL, and email address on Mondays, 8:00 AM EST. Each week, the list remains open until Saturday, 11:59 PM. Then on Sunday, post 8 to 10 sentences from a current writing project, published or unpublished. Visit other participants and offer opinions, critiques, support. Writers hanging out with writers, a good time with a great group of people.
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 This was supposed to post last Sunday on November 26th, but I was locked out of my WordPress account. It took me until Thursday to get it fixed. Technology can be a wonderful thing and it can be a horrible thing. This week my vote goes for horrible.
8 sentences –  I can manage that, can’t I?  That sounded like a challenge and I was off!
Yes, it’s late in the year but what the heck! Maybe this will turn into a regular thing.  I ‘ve been thinking I should share more snippets anyway. Keep in mind, this is truly a first draft. So here goes! This snippet is from Chapter 1.
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“How soon will you take the vows?” Dune walked with his friend down the cobblestone walkway towards the divide where the barracks were on the left path and the officer’s quarters were on the right. Grimm’s new cottage was three doors past his own. He envied Grimm in finding a mate. His last venture into a match was dreadful. So much so, he’d resigned himself to temple prostitutes and Bang, which was a club where people could go to explore whatever dalliance they desired.

“I plan to make arrangements in the temple just as soon as she accepts me.”

“I see no reason why she wouldn’t.  I saw the way she was looking at you at court after the trial.”  Dune patted him on the shoulder then turned towards his own cottage.  “Nearly a done deal already.”

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The title of this one is called The Blood Key. It is going to be a novella from my Fae series that I’ve been working on for some time now.  This one is hopefully going into a paranormal fantasy anthology – fingers crossed that I make the cut!

Be sure to check out the other author’s snippets as well!
Write on my friends, write on!