Monday, April 4, 2016

Rambling into April

It's been quiet on the blog, or at least quieter than usual.  That's mostly because, since Suspect Witness was accepted and then published by Harlequin Intrigue, I've been on a learning curve that's only just beginning to level off.  Of course, now I'm busy on the book that is to follow but that turns out not to be one book but four, a series:

Four powerful Sheiks, four compelling stories.

The Al-Nassar brothers have it all – power, wealth and a wildly successful security agency that provides investigative and protective services. Follow these daring brothers across the globe from Morocco to Wyoming as in case after case 
these young men take danger to the edge and back before love has them 
finally meet their "match".

Last newsletter giveaway
To celebrate all of this I'm running a contest or two on my newsletter over the course of the year.  The first contests will be giveaways of vintage Harlequins.  I thought, considering the publisher, that that might be appropriate.   But aside from that, there's always something new from news to giveaways.  If you're interested in checking out my newsletter, yes it even has a name, check it out here:  The Walkabout.

So where was I?  Right, I was coming up with excuses for my absence, and I have many - but I promise I'm changing that.  Here's, another excuse though because I am on a roll.  It's Income Tax time in Canada - Whoo Hoo!  Okay, let's go with the reverse of that.  Math is not one of my favourite subjects and I only took accounting because it was a core part of my administration certification in university and I must say that it was not my favourite course.  So why am I the one in charge of completing income tax not only for me but DH and my mother too.  My mom did tell me that there's
really not much to it.  And I suppose, for her, there's not.  She hands it to me with a "thank you, dear" on giving it up and again on me returning the results to her.  Pretty slick.  I really want her system.

Less than two weeks ago.
So that's why things have languished here on the site which was my first home on the internet.  I'm going to amend that because there's been things going on and often this blog was also my place to go back and remind myself of all that's happened in this wonderful writing journey.  Kind of my online journal, okay sanitized journal.  I kept all the nasty stuff to myself.  Got your attention?

So why is it that when you're deep in a story and in no need of more imaginary people speaking to you, you run into more characters?

The other day I was convinced to hit a few church bazars even though my goal is to do the reverse, gather up surplus stuff and donate to one of those same bazars.  Instead, I found books.  What can I say - yes I really did need the vintage hard cover of Anne of Green Gables and yes, Christmas is not my favourite holiday but I really did need that group of free tree ornaments.  While church hopping we stopped for lunch in a basement lunchroom, another experience as two men were sitting at one table and had that distinctive look about them of men who live on the fringes of society.  Their clothes were rather ill fitting and they were unshaven and had walking sticks, not the kind that you use to get more exercise but the kind that are used to shove garbage aside in bins looking for recyclables.  And sure enough they were talking about the methods to best utilize recycling depots.  They were deep in their conversation and it would have been rude to interrupt.  But darn if there's not a story everywhere.  In the end they left after they'd finished their coffee, with smiles, and I'm sure, full of more stories.

There's a world of stories out there and sometimes this blog is the only place I get to write them down.  Till next time...