Archive | June 2013

The storm comes

The rain is falling.
Drip, drip, drip.
The roof is leaking.
Drip, drip, drip.

The thunder is crashing.
Boom, boom, boom.
The chimney groans.
Boom, boom, boom.

Lightning is flashing.
Slap, slap, slap.
The screen door is shaking.
Slap, slap, slap.

The wind whips the trees.
Snap, snap, snap.
The windows rattle.
Snap, snap, snap.

The rain is falling.
Drip, drip, drip…

The horse in the valley of yesterday

Ageless spirits, beautiful at play.

Hooves once thundered across the valley floor

Backs of brown, black, roan, and grey,

They are free no more.

The wild mustangs have all gone away.


Taken from their homeland, shipped across the sea.

Curried, combed, and kept all alone.

Nostrils flaring, heads head high, only their spirit remains unbroken and free.

The wild ponies of the plains have all been tamed.

Gentled and loved, the way the cowboy says it should be.


How to write with humor

Gwen Bristol asked me to write about how I add comedy to my writing. Well, honestly, I am not sure. Most of my books lean more to the serious side. However, I have found that sarcasm is the easiest way to make my readers laugh. My main characters are usually lacking in self-confidence, so they always poke fun at themselves. I like my characters to be humble, even thought they have great responsibility and are awesome in action. That seems to always end with some sort of humor, no matter how dry.

I really liked this question because it made me think. But tell me something: how do you add humor to your books?

One more new cover…maybe

Okay dear friends. I have changed my cover yet again. Dirk has pointed out that my cover really didn’t stand out. Well, I do love my cover image, but I’ve changed the setup. Also, Victoria thought I needed a new subtitle, one that sounded more like fiction and less like a memoir. I stuck with a soft color palate, so let me know what you think!


My perfect day

While searching for blogging inspiration last night, I ended up talking to cnmill about writing ideas, and I gave her an idea to write about what her perfect author day would be. Well, than she asked me to write about the same thing! So, here goes.

My perfect author day. I’d get up about 7am, have a cup of coffee and a fresh fruit salad (hold the bananas, please!) Go out and say ‘good morning’ to the sheep, goats, and cats. Then I’d go to my “office” and write without interruption until lunch. Maybe for lunch I’d have some cucumbers, carrot sticks and ranch dip. Then with a lemon Brisk tea in hand, I’d return to my office and write some more. And when I say write, I don’t mean edit old books or make blog posts. I mean write chapters and chapters of the new book I’m working on. I’d listen to my Garth Brooks CDs and not have to worry about anyone hollering at me to get off the computer. Maybe I’d go out on the deck for a few minutes to soak up some fresh air, but then I’d be back to work. (Ideally, this would be a day where inspiration does not cease to flow and my books grows tenfold.) I’d then check my blog before bed to see what my friends are up to, then I’d be off to bed before nine.

Yep, pretty simple, but that would be the most wonderful day I could ask for as an author.
What would your perfect day be?

A Ranch Girl’s Life

After my post asking what you all wanted to hear, there were several people who asked me to talk more about ranching, cows, and my life as a farmer/cowgirl. Also, L.Marie asked for a picture of my favorite cow, Fluffy. So here she is!

(Fluffy is the short, white faced heifer)

Okay, and now more about my day riding fence.
Firstly, I was amazed at all the flowers! Hot pink, baby pink, bright yellow, white, red, purple, and blue. Sitting in the passenger seat of the Gator, I was taking pictures one after another as my dad sped down the road. I felt like Jim Carrey in that movie, “Yes Man” after he’d drank a case of Red Bull and went to his girlfriend’s jogging and photography class. Yep, that was me, flying down the road, camera flashing. Here’s a few of the pictures I was able to capture.





Okay, so after three hours of climbing vertical hills and sliding down the other side, stringing up wire, putting in stays, cutting up dead trees, and standing up the fence, we stopped to drink some tea at a little reservoir. This is what I found there.
(Yes, that’s a bear track)

After that, we moved on to another stretch of fence. No more steep climbing, but the oak brush and undergrowth was very thick and if I hadn’t been born with an innate sense of direction, I’d have easily gotten lost. 😉 Saw some deer, whistle pigs, and chipmunks. Here’s what I’ve decided about our mountain permit: we need some escalators. A little less oak brush would be nice. Whoever planted all those dead aspen trees had better hope that I never catch up with them. Also, in 100 degree heat, sweat seems to turn bug spray into something like human frosting for the hordes of flies and mosquitoes that hide in the underbrush.

Nine hours later, I am so glad to be home. I’ve had two big glasses of chocolate milk and just finished eating a sloppy joe and some french fries. The boss says that we’re a little more than halfway done. So I think I’ll be headed back up on Saturday. But until then, I’m glad to be back to the ‘mainland’.

What would you do to make me stay?

The whiskey is talking.
Tis’ no more than the usual nightly rant.
You say that you love me,
I say that you can’t.

I say make your choice: that bottle or me.
But if you loved me, truly loved me, you would not have to choose.
You’d toss out the bottle and I’d be yours.
What is there for you to lose?

It is not that easy.
There is more than that, you say.
I can’t expect you just to give up and quit such a habit.
You will rue this day.

I pack my bags; take my coffee cup and my cat.
You want me to stay.
You say that you want me. You need me. You love me.
My love for you is too strong. I cannot stay here and watch you drink your life away.

Goodbye my love.
I wish you the best.
I climb into my car. I watch you. I wait for you.
But you turn around. You failed the test.

You don’t love me. You never have.
The whiskey holds your heart in its deathly black fingers.
I’ve been washed away in a tide of amber.
My memory will not even linger.

What do you want to hear?

When I first started this blog, I had no idea what a blog was. I think I had some idea that it was about stuff a bunch of computers posted. I didn’t know that there were real people behind every blog. When I started this blog, it was my intention to write about, well, writing. I was going to talk about publishing, editing, and story inspiration. But since then, I’ve written a little bit about everything. I’ve covered cows, recipes, poetry, writing, reading, reviews and so on and so forth. Well, I’m kind of at a loss for what to write now. I’ve done author interviews, book character interviews, blogger spotlights, tributes to loved and lost pets, but now I want to know what you want to know. To put it simply, I’d like for you to give me some ideas. Tell me what you would like to see me write about. What topics do you want my opinion on? Let me know, your wish is my command!

Cover reveal for A Whisper of Hope

Poster made by Syler media group

Poster made by Syler media group

Title: A Whisper of Hope

Series: Book One in the Kingston Hearts Series

Author: Amanda Keeney

Cover Designer: Tiffany Kae Wilson from

Photographer: CC’s Photography

Expected Release Date: October 1, 2013

Full Wrap Cover

Full Wrap Cover

Book Synopsis

Sage Collins is finally about to become an adult after spending most of her life in the foster care system. Graduation means a chance at a new life for Sage, who has spent many days and nights living in fear that the man from her past would make good on his promise to find her and make his claim on her.

After she receives a terrifying email, she takes a chance with local authorities. Detective brothers Ryan Randall and Jeremy Alton surprise her with their eagerness to help and she starts to feel like she might finally be safe. Detective Randall pursues her case with a dogged determination of a man seeking redemption, and his brother Jeremy because he believes Sage is the other half of the soul he has been missing.

The two begin to grow closer as the investigation moves forward. Sage’s first instinct is to run away, but when tragedy strikes, she finds herself running straight into his arms. He vows to protect her at all costs, but when Sage makes a mistake which lead to her sudden disappearance, he and his brother realize that if they want to save her, they will have to operate outside of the law they hold so dear. Jeremy and Ryan only have a limited amount of time to find Sage before she disappears for good.



Amanda Keeney is a mother first and foremost but has the passion for writing. She is a full time college student attending Columbia College Online. With one year remaining in school she hopes to make writing books her future before graduation.

For years she has tried to write a finished novel, and never completed one until she entered the Camp NaNoWriMo challenge in April 2013 where she successfully completed the first draft to her debut Novel, A Whisper of Hope which is the first in The Kingston Hearts Series. This is the first, but far from the last novel she intends to write.
She lives with her soon to be husband, Thomas and daughter, Cycila in Missouri where she has lived her whole life. Her days now consist of a lot of coffee and little sleep while she works to finish her current project.

Ebook Cover

Ebook Cover

I want to put a shout out to Tiffany Kae Wilson from for doing such an amazing job on this cover and I cannot wait to work with her on my next covers. If you want a great design that won’t break your budget go to Kae’skreations

I also have an instrumental that was composed specifically for my book trailer that will be released in Septemer 2013. James L Revels is an awesome composer. Here is the link to the song. Hope you enjoy, I know I loved it.

Other songs on the album/ plus my artwork

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New subtitle

Okay, so I think I’ve finally found a subtitle that fits my story and hasn’t been used too many times before. What do you think? “A Girl Named Cord: A western woman’s life story”