I am experimenting with a book cover. The cover art I previously had on my book didn’t really look like it was appropriate for my target age group: YA. The cover looked more geared towards MG or younger readers. So I’m switching back to one of the first covers I had made. Hopefully it will snag me some sales. 🙂
I am now a proud Mommy. I just adopted two, beautiful infant girls. They are adorable.
Yes, it wasn’t really planned. I’d been thinking about doing it, but wasn’t really certain. Kids are a lot of work, after all. Especially ones as tiny as these fraternal twins are. They were born last Wednesday around 4 o’clock in the evening.
But I can’t lie that I was super excited to find out that I really would be getting the babies! I was rushing around, of course, getting baby formula, bottles, finding my old playpen, and getting their new room set up.
My little girls’ names are Zeena and Zayve. I am so proud of them and love them dearly. They’re the cutest little things with their pretty, hazel eyes and long eyelashes! But oh my goodness! For as little as they are, they sure are loud! They scream and cry when they want attention, or food, and they love to be carried around!
Oh, did I mention that they are goats? 🙂
Yep. La Mancha and Dwarf Nigerian cross infant goats. They are my future dairy goats. I have a really close friend who raises several different breeds of gouts, as well as sheep and cows and horses and chickens, but when the mother to these twins died, my friend called me and asked if I could take them, since she was too busy to bottle feed them. I didn’t need to be asked twice.
So…I may not be on WordPress very frequently. I’ll get some posts set to publish periodically through the next month, but my main focus is going to be on my new ‘daughters’ In whatever time I have left over, I’m going to be working to get my book, The Home Fire, trying to get it ready for publication and hopefully get it published sometime in March as planned.
So, until I return, take care!!!
I really have yet to master book cover art. Truly. Maybe I try to have too many details and I need to go a little bit simpler. I’m not sure. I’ve tried using my own photographs as covers, and while I thought my selections were good, found out that not everyone liked them. I don’t want my covers to make my book appear to be aimed at little kids, but I need something that appeals to YA, New Adult, and Adult readers.
So for my newest western YA/MG book, I asked a young artist I know to do some cover art for me. I want to know what you think about it. So here it is. Constructive comments are welcome! 🙂
Last Monday I decided to interview one of my book characters, Barbados Tom. Here’s how that interview played out.
Me: Good evening, Tom.
Tom: Howdy, ma’am.
Me: Thanks for coming to talk to me. It’s been awhile since we’ve spoken. Mind if I ask you some questions?
Tom: Don’t mind at all! This wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with the sequel to The Night I Walked off of Boot Hill, does it?
Me: Well now, I was actually going to lead up to that! But yes, I was going to talk about your new book.
Tom: That’s mighty fine! What sort of perils am I going to face in this next book?
Me: Well, you’re going back to Boot Hill.
Tom: *Looks doubtful* So you’re killing me off, are you?
Me: Not really. You’ll have to wait and see what happens, I don’t want to give away any details just yet, you see.
Tom: Alrighty then. So, when is this jolly good book going to be published?
Me: Probably next year sometime. I can’t say for sure yet.
Tom: You tease.
Me: I’m an author. It’s my job.
Tom: I see. Well then, didn’t you have some questions for me?
Me: Yes. Okay, first, how did you get the name Barbados? Have you ever been there?
Tom: No, I’ve never been there. But when I was a youngster I heard stories of a fellow called Barbados Sam who took a trip to that island whenever he could. the island supposedly granted him invincibility and no lawman could touch him. I hoped the name would bring some good luck to my career.
Me: Oh. And how did that work for you? Did it go as planned?
Tom: You know, for being the author of my book, you’re poorly informed, my dear.
Me: This interview isn’t for my benefit, Tommy.
Tom: Hey now, no name calling.
Me: Actually, Tommy was your given name…
Tom: Never mind. Come on, what’s the next question?
Tom: Um? For a person who makes your living with words, you sure don’t have much to say.
Me: I know everything about you. So asking you questions is hard. Its like I’m asking myself question.
Tom: I disagree. I am nowhere near as boring as you are.
Tom: Its true, you know.
Me: You do want to get killed off in the next book, don’t you?
Tom: *Backtracking* Of course not, I just meant that, well, um…
Me: And now we’re back to “Um.” Fine. This concludes our interview. Have a nice night, Tom. I’ll talk to you again soon.
Tom: Sounds like a mighty fine plan. G’night, ma’am. Night, folks!
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My upcoming Werewolf book is in the spotlight! 🙂
Today I’m honored to have Brianna Vedsted, and an excerpt of her novel “Here With the Wolves”.
Thick clouds mask the full moon, but its presence cannot be completely hidden. The sluggishness of the black night is suddenly shattered by a woman’s scream. A creature, covered in shaggy fur, sniffs the base of a tree trunk before pointing its nose to the sky and letting out a heart-chilling howl.
A howl in the distance answers the first. The shriek abruptly ends and is followed by a chorus of eerie, jovial baying.
“I can do this.” I repeat over and over, looking at my own reflection in the mirror. “I can do this.” I’m gripping the edge of the countertop with such force that my knuckles are white.
All I can think about is last month’s hunt. It was a nightmare. I stayed at the back the whole…
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