Thursday, October 24, 2013

Why I love Halloween, but hate things that go bump in the night.


     Halloween is such a fun and magical time of the year.

Children are busy deciding who they want to dress up as. The pumpkin patches open for the fun trips to pick out the biggest, and best, and apple cider is flowing as you sing songs on an open hay ride in the cool night air.  
                                 Sounds wonderful, right? 
Now let me tell you why Halloween makes me want to close my door. lock it tight. and hide under my bed until day break.
I hate scary things. Yep, I  said it. Things that lurk in the dark, and go bump in the night turns me into a big baby, hiding under the blankets.

I loved taking the kids out on Halloween, but made sure we were in early. When we would walk up to a house decorated for the evening, with things jumping out from the bushes, I was the one running away, screaming. My children would laugh at me and continue on their search for the most candy bars.

I've tried to figure out why scary things creep me out, but couldn't think of anything in my past that I could blame it on. My children even tried a night of therapy to rid me of my demons, a haunted house. They thought if I went through one, and they could prove to me it was all fake, that I would get over my fear. I thought about it and after looking into their tear filled eyes, from laughing at me, I decided to do it. Confront my fears and make it through Halloween without hiding in my room.

I let the kids pick the haunted house, that was my first mistake. We went to one that was a known haunted house. It was three stories and each room was set up to make the toughest guy scream like a girl.  When we got there the place was surrounded with pumpkins with a huge corn maze off to the side.

The screams in the background sent chills down my spine. I gulped but refused to let my laughing children win, so I walked to the entrance. I was met by Dracula who pointed out their disclaimer that we had to read and sign. Should have been my first sign to run. It went through how if you had any heart problems, or a full list of other medical issues that you should not proceed. I thought, this was my out, I had high blood pressure.  My wonderful children encouraged me to face my fears so I stepped in and started for the first staircase. My heart pounded in my chest as I went through the maze of chain saws, be-headed ghouls, and ax wielding killers jumping from the dark. We made it to the third floor and I was feeling pretty confident. We hit each room and by the end of the hallway I was actually laughing with the rest of the group until we rounded the corner for the final decent to the exit. The hallway light flickered with a spooky orange glow and the stair case was filled with a cool layer of dry ice. I was feeling pretty good and ran down the steps in front of the kids. The exit door was at the bottom and I wanted to be the first one through. I jumped off the last step and a hand grabbed my ankle, pulling me to the ground. I slid under the layer of fog and tried to pull my ankle free but it wouldn't budge. I kicked and grabbed the stair case railing and my ankle ripped free from the grasp of the fake demon and I jumped up. I was ushered outside by a few workers because they were concerned that I was hurt. They thought I fell down the stairs. When I explained that it was there last stunt that pulled me down they all looked stunned. I thought they didn't believe me so I lifted my pant leg and showed them a red welt that wrapped around my ankle and the top of my foot that had fingerprint bruises that marked where a hand was. 
A man pushed through the crowd. He was dressed as the ax wielding killer from the second floor. He knelt beside me and checked out my ankle then explained that there was nothing at the bottom of the stairs. He continued to explain the house, at one time was the home of a man accused of killing his parents. The police chased him and he fell down the stairs. He died at the bottom from his injuries. They have had reports of  others being grabbed at the bottom and they believe it was the ghost of the murdered that was killed as he tried to escape. 
The voices around me faded as his words echoed in my ears. Ghost, killer, murderer and he grabbed my ankle. I jumped up and raced for the truck. I fumbled with my keys, opened my door, jumped in and turned on the light. I was not going out or sitting in the dark. I drove home in silence, with my mind on the throbbing pain that surrounded my ankle. A harsh reminder of my first, and last trip to a haunted house.

I, to this day, cannot read or watch anything scary, and yes my children still find that very funny.  Steven King has nothing to worry about from me. I have a great horror story in my head, but too afraid to write it. Scary things give me nightmares. 
                          So have a very Happy Halloween 
             And stay safe. Their are ghosts out there, I know.  

Thanks for stopping by.
Until next time
Lynda

Sunday, October 13, 2013

The Fall and new beginnings


I love the fall. The changing colors, cooler temps and amazing new beginnings.

Last year , at this time, I was working on getting my first book ready for it's big release day in February. It was my first contract, and first book. I had no idea what I was doing and knew nothing about marketing. I've made mistakes and I know I will make many more but I've loved my journey. 

My biggest mistake was that my writing slowed down. I spent many months trying everything, and anything I could find to market my book. I found myself spending every spare moment I had hitting websites, blogs and chasing sites promising a good platform. All of this is well and good but after beating my head against the virtual monitor I remembered a piece of advice on marketing I was given. 
The best way to promote your book is write your next one.
The elusive light bulb went off and I decided to do just that.
I have two almost complete so I went to a pitch session with an editor this weekend. I've never been to one and since my stories weren't complete I thought it would be great practice for the future.
I was very nervous and didn't know what to expect but it was great. I pitched with Kerry from Entangled publishing and she liked my pitch. Even requested the manuscripts when I finished. 
I was on cloud nine and danced my way back to the meeting after the pitch. 
I kept saying to myself. She liked what I said and wanted them both, then it hit me, she wanted both of them.  Oh No.
After a short initial panic I relaxed and realized that it's fall. The most beautiful time of the year and the best time to write. The days are shorter. I find myself inside, in front of the computer more since it's too dark outside to do anything. 
So I"m off to my writers cave to finish my stories so I can submit them.
Like I was told, the best marketing tool is your next book. I'm doing the next best thing, completing two.

Here's a little info on what I"m working on.


Last Chance to Run, Romantic Suspense. Second book in ‘The Guardians of Hope series.’

What if you found out the daughter you buried was alive and being held captive by a man you thought you killed?

Ron Daily gave everything he had to the FBI. It was his life since his daughter’s death. Then his world crashed in around him when he’s told the terrorist he thought he destroyed staged her death. As obstacles mount against his daughter he forms an alliance with another agent, a stubborn redhead with links to a secret from his past. Can he fight feelings for a woman that would never be able to love him once she finds out the truth?

In a race across international waters Jake ( his daughters fiance’) and Ron must put their differences aside and go against the agency they both call family to save the one woman whom they both love. As obstacles mount, and secrets from the past  come back to haunt them they struggle to save Tracy from a terrorist cell that vows to get back what’s theirs at any cost.

If I knew Then, Young Adult

Angel dreamed of a life of freedom. One filled with love that didn't come with a price.  She hid her pain and bruises until Jax entered her life. Can he give her what she needs to let go of the past or will he leave her with a bigger challenge that would change her future?

Angel fought to keep her family safe from the evil that threatened to destroy her. She made sure she was always the one in front of her sisters when her Mother yielded her wrath. Keeping the danger that surrounded them a secret she lived a lie that everyone believed, except for one. He was her only source of happiness until one day he was gone. With nothing left, and no one to turn to, she must outrun her past, and overcome the secret that she fights to hide, before her Mother destroys everything she has left to hold on to. 

Check back for my progress and small excerpts from each story.
Thanks for stopping by
Until next time.  : )

Monday, October 7, 2013

MS Monday. Stress is your enemy

Stress can be your enemy but to a person with MS it can destroy their everyday life.

               Stress can come in many different forms

A person with MS needs to stay relaxed, in control, but then life gets in the way and they feel the effects more than you or I do.
They already have fatigued muscles, headaches, muscle cramps, exhaust easily and so on. When you find your self under a lot of stress you get fatigued, headaches, become rundown. A person with MS already feels this way on an everyday basis. A little bit of stress can set their day into a downward spiral, some days even before it begins.  

We need to have a way to relieve stress. Anything that allows you to relax away the tension so you can clear your head and handle the stress. Some people use

Bubble baths...but this is difficult with MS patients because it's hard to get in and out of a tub without help.
Yoga...This is a great relaxing technique but some MS patients, who lost the use of their limbs will find this difficult to do.
Meditation and Massage...these are good techniques that are good stress relievers and are easy for an MS patient to do.
Reading...this is also a great stress reliever and can be done by an MS patient as long as their sight hasn't been effected,
Puzzles, games, anything like that.

The most important thing I'm trying to get across is to find something that works for you, and one that you're able to perform  without causing you stress.

I try to help my sister with her stress level by trying to keep anything that will stress her out of our home. You and I know that's hard. Life gets in the way with bills, anxiety over being sick, getting anxious about not being able to do what she use to do and so on. But what I'm able to do and staying positive around her helps.

Stress is your enemy but you can control what is does to your life.
Find a stress relief and let your loved ones know that you need more positive and less negative around you and you will enjoy more days filled with energy, alertness and a little less pain. 


Here's a little peak into what I'm working on.

If I knew then, A Young Adult Story

Angel dreamed of a life of freedom. One filled with love that didn't come with a price.  She hid the pain until Jax entered her life. Can he give her what she needs to let go of the past or will he leave her with a bigger challenge that will change her future?


Angel fought to keep her family safe from the evil that threatened to destroy her. She made sure she was always the one in front of her sisters when her Mother yielded her wrath. Keeping the danger that surrounded them a secret to lessen the blow she lived a lie that everyone believed, except for one. He was her only source of happiness until one day he was gone. With nothing left and no one to turn to she must outrun her past, and overcome the secret that she fights to hide, before her Mother destroys everything she has left to hold on to. 

Last Chance to Run, A Romantic Suspense

What if you found out the daughter you buried was alive and being held captive by a man you thought you killed?
Ron Daily gave everything he had to the FBI. It was his life since his daughter’s death. Then his world crashed in around him when he’s told the terrorist he thought he destroyed staged her death. As obstacles mount against his daughter he forms an alliance with another agent, a stubborn redhead with links to a secret from his past. Can he fight feelings for a woman that will never love him once she finds out the truth? 

Thanks for stopping by
Until next time 
Lynda