Sunday, March 31, 2013

What to Celebrate!

I was at the library the other day while the librarian was holding her weekly preschool storybook class. The age group of the twelve children was a mixture of three and four-year-olds.  First, the librarian read a book on Passover, followed by a book on Easter. 

When she finished reading, she went around the group asking each child which "day" they celebrated in his or her house.  While most of the answers were "Passover," "Easter," one little girl smiled and said, "I celebrate this day!"

So, Best Wishes to all, and celebrate this day!!

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Enter a RWA Contest Today

A few weeks ago I wrote a post on the benefits of entering our work in RWA's various contests, particularly how submitting my own work helped me towards publication (January 27, 2013 post).

Contests are a great opportunity for critiques.  This week I wanted to post reminders of some valuable contests and their approaching deadlines.  All are open to published and unpublished authors.

“Fool for Love Contest” offered by Virginia Romance Writers.  Deadline is April 1, 2013.  For more information and details,

“Magic Moment Contest” sponsored by Heart and Scroll.  Deadline is April 1, 2013.  Visit for details,

“The Sheila Contest” sponsored by Valley Forge Romance Writers.  Deadline is April 12, 2013.  Visit,

“Music City PITCH Contest” offered by Music City Romance Writers.  Deadline is April 15, 2012.  For more information,

Good luck, Everyone, and have a great week!

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Happy Saint Patrick's Day

Whether you're Irish, believe in the sanctity of sainthood, or the legend of St. Patrick, March 17th is a day for celebrating.  Whenever a parade is involved, children are happy, and families are together, it's a day for having a good time.

So, wherever you are, whatever you do today, enjoy.

And, Happy St. Patrick's day!

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Visiting An Author's Muse With Vonnie Davis

In introducing author Vonnie Davis's latest release "Back Where You Belong," Vonnie noted how the idea for the story originated.  Often, authors are asked the question, "where did your idea come from?"  I thought I'd include Vonnie's answer.  So, read and enjoy an excerpt from Vonnie's fabulous new story.

From Vonnie:  "Writers are asked the universal question by non-writers: Where do your ideas come from? Mine come from a dream, a news snippet on the radio, an overheard conversation in a restaurant or a blog—especially when the post is entitled Love Darts and Escargot.

 "Last year," Vonnie continuied, "lovely and talented author Rolynn Anderson wrote such a post. The title intrigued me, so I clicked on the link to read what she had to say. I was chuckling over the engaging way she’d written about snails shooting love darts as part of their foreplay when I got a visual of a man in a bar getting hit by a dart. The woman who threw it had been jostled, throwing off her aim. Used to voicing his opinion, the man charges toward her to give her a piece of his mind, but the woman is so talkative—a verbal buzz-saw—he can’t get a word in. I sat there, staring off and laughing as the opening scene played out.

"I opened a new document and wrote the first chapter. Rough, of course, but I was off and running. That’s how Back Where You Belong, part of the Honky Tonk Hearts series was conceived.

 "Little did Rolynn Anderson know she’d become my muse—talk about being multi-talented. She’s wearing hats she didn’t even know she had!"

Blurb: Back Where you Belong

While shooting pool at the Lonesome Steer Honky Tonk, rancher Tyler Desmond takes an errant dart in the neck. Ready to retaliate, he’s instead captivated by the blonde who threw it. Tyler isn’t interested in opening his heart, so why does he kiss the verbal buzz saw? Just to shut her up?

As a teenager, Lacy LaRoche had a secret crush on Tyler. When the dart brings them face-to-face, all she can do is chatter—until he kisses her. But Lacy didn’t come back to Texas to fall in love. She’s hiding another secret: her roommate surreptitiously videotaped Lacy undressing and posted it on the internet.

When Tyler’s daughter is bullied at school, Lacy must reveal the truth and face the emotional damage of cyberbullying. Over-protective of his daughter—and his heart—Tyler must learn to trust again. Can two scarred hearts find their way back to where they belong?

EXCERPT (My opening scene thanks to Rolynn):

What the hell?

Tyler Desmond whirled away from the shot he was about to make at the pool table to grasp for whatever caused the sudden, stinging pain at the back of his neck. When his fingers closed around a dart, he yanked the offending object out, searching through the crowd in the Lonesome Steer Honky Tonk for the bastard who dared throw one at him.

His cousin Billy Wayne leaned in close as if to examine the dart’s point of entry. “Damn, that’s gotta hurt.”

Tyler’s eyes narrowed on the culprit. The object of his wrath stood about eight feet away, her face glowing red like embers in a branding fire and eyes mushrooming when his gaze zeroed in on hers. He handed his cue stick to Billy Wayne and growled, “Not as much as one female’s about to. You can be damn sure of that.”

Three women, her friends no doubt, scurried back to their table, leaving her to face him alone. He slowly sauntered toward her, gathering his words as he approached. He’d cut many men to size with his acidic tongue. This woman would be no different.

Nervous hands clasped and unclasped and then fiddled with curly blonde hair. Then, as if to prepare herself for their inevitable confrontation, she squared her shoulders.
Good move, lady. You’re going to need a dose of courage for I plan on giving you a verbal thrashing you’ll never forget.

He extended his hand, the offending dart lying in his palm. “I believe you lost this…in my neck.”

“Crap, yes, I did.” She plucked it from his hand. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you.”

He placed his hands on his hips and glared into her blue eyes. “Really? Then who the hell were you aiming for?”

The woman had the audacity to giggle. “I…I wasn’t aiming for anyone. You see, Carrie Jo”–she jerked her thumb toward the table of women behind her–“bumped against my elbow just as I was shooting. She was horsing around, calling me ‘Dart Demon.’”

His gaze ricocheted toward the gaggle of women, all nodding and smiling. Two did a finger wave. He scowled as a dull ache settled behind his eyeballs. When Dart Demon leaned toward him, he got a whiff of her perfume and fought to ignore its beguiling, flowery scent.
“Just between us,” she began, her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper, “she’s had too much to drink. Good thing I’m the designated driver tonight.” Her hand rose in a swearing gesture. “Honest. Nothing stronger than diet soda. See, Carrie Jo and her boyfriend are fighting again. They’re just not suited for each other.” Her blonde head shook once. “Ever notice how opposites attract? It’s the strangest thing, isn’t it?”



Saturday, March 2, 2013

Happy Birthday, Dr. Seuss!

Ask any child, may he or she be in preschool or kindergarten, “Who is Theodor Seuss Geisel?”  You’ll most likely receive a blank stare and a “huh.”  But ask, “Who is Dr. Seuss?”  Boisterous shouts of “Green Eggs and Ham,” "Horton," and “the Grinch” are sure to be heard.  Dr. Seuss books are just as recognizable to children as pictures of their Grandma and Grandpa.

Born Theodor Seuss Geisel on March 2, 1904, “Dr. Seuss” has written some of the best know, and most loved, children stories of all time.  Nestled on the top row of my bookcase is an entire shelf dedicated to Dr. Seuss books.  What I find so appealing about Dr. Seuss, aside from the fact that his rhyming verse is fun to read, is that children are learning principles and integrity at an early age without having an adult sermonize to them.   
I don’t want to get “preachy," here.  But I recommend you pick out a Dr. Seuss book (you don’t even need a preschooler around) may it be The Lorax, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, or Horton Hears a Who!” or any of the other great Dr. Seuss reads.  After closing the book, find what we call “the moral of the story.”

And, “Happy Birthday, Doc!  Many thanks for the hours of reading pleasure you bring to young and old.”