Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Still in the Thick of It

I don't know if you read my previous post about writer's burnout?

Well, I listed all the reasons why I'm grateful for it.

Phew, have I been tested with regards to being positive through this. I'd really assumed my writer's burnout was nearly over. Little did I realise I had probably only touched the tip of it.

At the moment, these are my survival mechanisms:

1. I don't do any marketing. I just can't seem to get myself to do it. I feel sick inside at the thought of organising blog tours, tweeting on twitter, posting excerpts and pushing, pushing, pushing. So I'm sticking to the bare bones - blogging a bit and writing a few paragraphs or pages a day or every third day.

2. Spending lots of time alone and doing spiritual practices which feed my soul and nourish me.

3. Reading a lot and loving it.

4. Trying not to feel guilty and unproductive - I tell myself that it's just a phase and it will pass. Yet...

5. Coming to the conclusion that maybe I may not be so big into writing ever again in my life and that's okay.

6. Every time I wonder whether I should even go to the Writer's Conference this year, I remind myself that it will probably refuel and re-inspire me.

7. Facing up to the real reasons I wrote in the past: Sure I did it because I loved it but I also hoped to make some money out of it. I don't know if I'm ever going to make money out of it and I need to come to terms with that. That's made me only write because I want to and have a story to tell. If something comes of it financially, it will just be a surprise and a bonus. Yeah, I know, I suck at the law of attraction!

8. I can't even fathom doing a writer's course or reading books on craft. The thought doesn't inspire but only exhausts me. I'd much rather do other courses on something else I'm interested in. Therefore, I'm sticking to just writing and nothing else. Maybe not wise, but survival is it. I have to keep the flame alive somehow.

9. Telling myself that even if I write two paragraphs on a day, at least I've done something.

10. Listen to lots of music. And sing along.

11. Reminding myself that I have a book coming out soon and should really be excited about it. All I can think of is all the work involved. But it's a good thing, as now I'll be able to put my Album 1 on for perma-free which may just be the means to the breakthrough.

12. Wanting to get a contract for some stories that I sent off but dreading the work that it involves. But at least it's something. I hope I get positive responses.

Here's the cover to get a sneak peak of The Album 3:

Carol is frantic as her ordered life has been flung into chaos. Pauline passed The Album onto her but it’s disappeared. She’s the one who’s looked forward to the magic the most; now she can't even use it. To top it off, she realises her boyfriend, Cliff, has disappeared with The Album. The sense of betrayal leaves her reeling.

She hires private investigator, Darryn, to help her find her missing treasure. Shocked at her inexplicable attraction to the man after coming out of a serious relationship, she’s reluctant to fly with him to Canada in search of the stolen artifact, but her need to find The Album burns strong.

In Canada, they soon discover that not only has Cliff stolen The Album, but also magic antiques belonging to other people from South Africa. They soon recover the artifact but, much to Carol’s disappointment, the magic is broken. Carol needs answers and is also burning to help the other antique owners—even if it means leaving her successful career and working with Darryn who has his own issues from his past.

How can Carol still have feelings for a man who keeps on breaking her heart? And will she fix the magic? What will she discover about herself, the magic, and love, while searching for the answers?

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Spotlight on Her Independent Spirit by Zina Abbott

Today, I want to welcome Zina Abbott who is talking about her new book, Her Independent Spirit.

Today Zina Abbott will share with you excerpt #1 and
A chance to win a copy of Her Independent Spirit by playing the Amazon Giveaway sweepstakes.

Catch all seven excerpts on participating blogs on Zina Abbott's website by CLICKING HERE.

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Monday, April 11th at noon/1:00/2:00/3:00p.m. or
Wednesday, April 13th at 3:00/4:00/5:00/6:00p.m.

About the Book:

Beth Dodd has made a promise to help “Lulu”, a young prostitute at the Blue  Feather, keep her baby if she decides to leave the whorehouse and become a respectable woman. But Beth hadn’t counted on the obstacles she and the new mother will face from society in the mining town of
Lundy. From the obstinate landlady, Mrs. Ford, to her intractable German boss,
Gus Herschel, Beth must fight for the woman she’s promised to help. But Beth
Dodd never gives in, and she keeps her word with a stubbornness that Lundy folks
are not accustomed to seeing from a woman.

Once Lulu, now known as the more respectable Louisa Parmley, starts working for Gus in his kitchen, she proves that Beth was right to take a chance on her. She has every intention of making a good life for her new daughter. But can she
also hope to find happiness with Gus? And will Gus be able to accept her and
baby Sophie Ann as his? Love was never in the cards for Gus, but Louisa dreams of happiness with the stoic man, and Beth is determined to bring them together through HER INDEPENDENT SPIRIT.

Excerpt #1:

     Albert, the muscle Miss Flora hired to enforce order in the brothel entered the room holding what appeared to be a small folded bundle of flannel. “Miss Lulu, this is for your baby.”
     “Who would bring the baby a gift? Not that many people know me let alone know I have a baby.”
     Bewildered, Lulu reached for one edge of the fabric and shook it free of its folds. One side was solid white flannel. The other side had a checkerboard patchwork design of striped blue blocks and red flannel blocks alternating with white flannel blocks. It was a quilt with a thin fabric center instead of heavier
cotton filling. It was not the most artfully designed quilt Lulu had ever seen,
but the corners of the squares matched up and the stitches that held all the
layers together were neat and even.

     “It was the midwife. She said no matter what, baby Sophie Ann needs a blanket.”
     “The midwife! She brought the baby a blanket?”
     Lulu recalled the woman, Jim Dodd’s widow, not much older than she was, who had come to help with the birth of Sophie Ann. That day she had offered to help Lulu get work as a cook so she could keep Sophie Ann but only if Lulu gave up being a prostitute and be the one to walk away from the Blue Feather. Had she said that just to be nice, or had she meant what she said?
      “Oh, Albert! Where is she? I need to talk to her.”

Zina Abbott is offering a copy of the book through Amazon Giveaway with a  one in fifty chance of winning. You may access Amazon Giveaway by CLICKING HERE and following the instructions.

About the Author:

Zina Abbott is the pen name used by Robyn
Echols for her historical novels. You may find the first two novellas in the
Eastern Sierra Brides 1884 series, Big Meadows Valentine and A Resurrected Heart, by
clicking on the hyperlinks for the novel titles or by going to Zina Abbott’s
Amazon Author Page by clicking

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Zina Abbott Author Links:

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links for Her Independent Heart:

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Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Spotlight on Everlasting by L.K. Kuhl

Dying wasn’t a choice. For Sophia, it was a need.

Everlasting is the first book in the Everlasting Trilogy, a YA Paranormal Romance series.

Back Cover Blurb:

Seventeen-year-old Sophia Bandell is scared of boys, and her biggest fear is dying. Boys make her uncomfortable and itchy and dying is …well …dying. She is ecstatic when her long lost friend calls her, inviting her to spend the summer with her on the beach at Charleston, South Carolina.
When a plastic saucer hits her in the head as she’s sunbathing, Sophia has no idea it will forever change the course of her life. It is there she comes face to face with the impressive Tate Forester.
She is scared and …itchy, but he’s gorgeous and she can’t shake him from her mind. They begin dating and Sophia soon knows he’s the one.
But things turn dark when she learns Tate isn’t the person she thinks he is, and the real reason her friend has brought her to the beach will teach her about life after death.
This everlasting summer on the beach gives Sophia a sweet taste of first love—the happiness as well as the heartbreak.


We stood there and looked around, an awkward silence playing between us. Then he stepped closer and took my hand in his, sending a bolt of staggering electricity zipping through my chest. “Her hand fits perfectly in mine.” He whispered this, as if confirming it with someone. His gaze locked on it, analyzing, then with a shake of his head, he spoke louder. “Sophia, I’m sorry. I …I lied to you.”
I looked at him—bewilderment crinkling my face—and tried to understand. “Lied?” My voice broke. “I don’t get it.”
“I wasn’t sick that day. Well, in a way I was, I guess. The truth is, I was gut-sick. That guy …he was sitting by you the whole day ...and …and he never left your side. I’d check throughout the day, but he was still there. I couldn’t help it. I was insanely jealous.” He looked down, his tone deepening as he flexed his fingers that were still laced through mine.
“What?” His words astounded me. I swiped my brow with my free hand. “You were jealous …of me?”
He released my hand and paced back and forth, the nervousness seeping through as he wrung his hands. “I know it’s stupid, but I couldn’t help myself. I love the way you laugh and …I like you, Sophia …a lot, and it hurt me to see you with someone else.”
He lifted his hair off his forehead, pushing it up. His eyes locked on mine again, captivating me. I couldn’t look away. My self-consciousness took over—heckling me. The way I looked right now—with my hair a matted mess from the mist, and no makeup on—must look ridiculous. I drew away, making myself smaller.
I laughed my nervous laugh and kicked the sand with my shoe. “Who, him? You mean …Brian?” My words wobbled, but I giggled, unable to believe that Brian talking to me could make anyone jealous.

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Author Bio:

L.K. Kuhl lives in Nebraska with her husband Gene of twenty-nine years, young son, Nathan, and Greg, their Black Lab dog. She has two older daughters, Morgan and Brittani and son-in-law, Trevor. L.K. has been writing for over twenty years. She first began writing children’s books and poetry, moved on to writing music, and is now writing Young Adult and Adult novels. She loves spending time with her family, vacationing, writing, reading, and taking long walks. It’s the characters who write their own stories in her novels, and she is just their messenger, sharing it with the world.

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Author Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/kuhlreads
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B01BXDJGIY