[[Welcome to my weekly writer’s diary where I’ll share my “Woot Woot!” moments and the not so “woot woot” moments of my writing world. And, yes, I might even share the occasional musing or two about reading and writing, two of my favorite things!]]

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Dear Diary,

            It’s Thursday ~ 12/13/12 ~ and…

I’ve had an exciting and fun filled couple of weeks.  If you’re a regular reader, you know I didn’t post a diary entry last week because I was in the hospital getting a new knee.  Now, one week later I’m doing extremely well, using a cane, and wondering why in the world I waited so long to do this. 🙂 I’m already looking forward to getting the other knee done in about six weeks. But, that isn’t even the best part of what’s happened since my last diary entry.

I am happy to introduce my daughter, JM Kline, and her first YA (Young Adult) story!!!  She’s working on a complete paranormal (shape shifter) series that promises to be spectacular but, for the holiday, she’s releasing a short Christmas story that will give you a taste of the world she’s creating. And, yes, I may be biased, but I think you’re going to love her stories.

THE CHRISTMAS SHIFT, Now Available on Amazon!!!

It’s Christmas Eve, and Holly Barry’s seventeenth birthday. This is the year she will shape-shift for the first time, and she is terrified of what she may change into. The holidays are already a hard time for her, missing her mother’s Christmas cheer. Her embarrassing seasonal name doesn’t help matters. Her dad doesn’t seem to understand Holly’s reluctance, and decorates to his heart’s content.

When Holly shifts into something truly grotesque, she has to find the Christmas spirit. Will she discover it in time to make dreams come true?

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JM Kline was born in Colorado, and was raised to love books by her mom, a published author. While she grew up reading many different genres, anything with paranormal or fantasy elements caught her eye most often. She grew up writing fantastic stories about Rindercella and her Prince, talking monkeys, and fairy princesses. 

I sat up in bed and held my breath. I waited to hear the noise again.

Thump. Thump. Jingle.

Yup, that was it. I got out of bed and pulled my curtains back. The sun was just beginning to come up from behind downtown Denver in the east.

Thump. Thump. Jingle.

“Seriously, what is that?” I threw my fuzzy pink slippers on my feet and ran downstairs. I opened the front door and walked sideways down the walk so I could see the roof.

Nothing there.

Then my dad’s head poked up over the peak. “Good morning, Holly! Did I wake you?”

I rolled my eyes. Dad loved Christmas. He was constantly moving the decorations around and adding new ones. Last year, he added a giant snowflake on the roof on Christmas Eve. Apparently this year wasn’t going to be an exception. It looked like he had a new life-sized Santa to go with the almost life-sized reindeer and sleigh.

“Geez, Dad! It’s not even light yet! What is it, like six-thirty?”

Dad checked his watch and grinned. “No, it’s six forty-five already. Early bird catches the worm!”

“Very funny.” I rubbed my hands on my arms.

The last few years, I just couldn’t get into Christmas. Not like Dad did. The decorations and songs and everything just seemed so pointless.

I guess it had something to do with Mom. I remember how she used to decorate the whole house with twinkling lights. Our tree always sparkled more than anything I’d ever seen.

Every year, hundreds of people would drive by our house. Mom would always hand out candy canes to the kids who came up to see her handmade Polar Express train.

She loved the holidays – the sparkling lights against fresh snow, the looks on the kids’ faces when they watched the moving elves on the train. I missed her so much. She was always so generous with her time and love.

I didn’t mind Christmas back then. I probably even enjoyed it a little. But now, I was just reminded of how my mom was gone.

Dad took over decorating after she died. I think it made him feel like she was still around.

He stood up and looked around. He saw something he didn’t like and reached down to grab the lights to re-arrange them. As I watched, his foot hit a patch of ice and he slipped. His arms flailed around and around. His upper body rocked back and forth. Finally, he just fell over the side of the roof.

I crossed my arms and sighed as the air around him shimmered and he changed into a little black bird with white-tipped wings. Lark Bunting-Dad flew to land on the sidewalk in front of me.

“Seriously, Dad. It’s a good thing we don’t live in town. You would get into so much trouble, changing like that in public,” I said. “Sometimes I wonder if you have wings just because you can never stay on your feet.”

The bird shimmered into Dad again. “Thanks for the concern, Holl, I’m fine.” He kissed my forehead. “I guess I’m done up there for now anyway, huh? Why don’t we head inside and get some breakfast?”

I followed Dad through the front door. I hadn’t realized it would be so cold outside, and I sat on the heating vent in the living room to warm up. I stared at the over-stuffed brown armchair Dad loved and thought about what my life might be like after I turned seventeen tomorrow.

This was one birthday I’d be happy to skip.

Dad didn’t tell me that we were shape shifters until I started high school. Dad had changed into a bird so many times over the last two years, I’d kind of gotten used to the idea. I wish I’d had a chance to see my mom change. Dad always told me she was the most beautiful swan he had ever seen. It was part of why he’d fallen in love with her.

Really, it wasn’t the shape-changing that scared me. The truth is, I was terrified I’d change into something weird.

I’d been thinking about the worst case scenarios for a while. What if I changed into a shark or something and I suddenly couldn’t breathe? I know they have precautions, like having a nearby pool or something, but what if they didn’t get me there in time? I moved through other terrible possibilities. A cow – I can imagine the taunts now. A vulture – has to be the ugliest bird on the planet. A giant snake. I shuddered at that one. I know a couple of snakes. One of my teachers is a rattlesnake, but they still give me the creeps.

I shook my head. Thinking about these things was completely pointless. There was no way of knowing what was going to happen tomorrow, so there was no point in getting worked up about it.

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FREE on Amazon December 13 & 14!!
http://www.amazon.com/Satin-Pleasures-ebook/dp/B0078VSY6G/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1330384089&sr=8-1

Not to steal the thunder from my talented daughter, I also wanted to tell you that today and tomorrow I’m sharing some of my Christmas joy with more readers. SATIN PLEASURES will be **free** exclusively on Kindle December 13-14. If you haven’t had a chance to snag a copy, now is the time to slip this cute, romantic comedy into your Christmas stocking. If you already have a copy, I hope you’ve enjoyed Dan’s and Tess’s story.  I hope you’ll feel inclined to share the luv with a review. Tell your family and friends. This has been a spectacular, debut year for me and I’d love to share the smiles with all of my readers.

See you Thursday, December 20, 2012, for another rousing entry in Karen’s Diary Drop-In….

 

 

[[Welcome to my weekly writer’s diary where I’ll share my “Woot Woot!” moments and the not so “woot woot” moments of my writing world. And, yes, I might even share the occasional musing or two about reading and writing, two of my favorite things!]]

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Dear Diary,

            It’s Thursday ~ 11/22/12 ~ and…

The ’57 Fairlane in my holiday, CATCH THAT SANTA, novelette that was supposed to make a debut appearance this morning somehow got lost on the publication highway.  Don’t you just hate when that happens?

No worries, though.  It’s just a minor malfunction.  With any luck, she’ll be pulling up to the curb tomorrow, Saturday latest.  Keep an eye out because I’m planning a blowout Black Friday weekend FREE sale so you can drive this baby right into your Christmas stocking.

In the meantime, let me officially run out the details on CATCH THAT SANTA!

CATCH THAT SANTA
Book Blurb

When widow, Sara Marks, hears her Grams has gone on the lam from Happy Acres Residence on Christmas Eve – on Santa’s arm, no less — she teams up with sexy stranger, Francisco de la Vega, to chase the couple down with one thing in mind.  Keep her Grams from becoming Mrs. Claus. Of course, Francisco’s grandfather is not really Santa Claus, but Grams did run off to Vegas to marry him and she’s obviously not in her right mind.

Sara leaves her seven-month-old baby, Lanie, with a friend and she and Cisco head west in the worst snowstorm in decades, chasing his grandfather’s ’57 Ford Fairlane over the river and through the woods.

Will they catch Santa and his crazy Mrs. Claus before it’s too late? Or will love stop them in their tracks?

CATCH THAT SANTA
Excerpt

“What do you mean, Grams ran off with Santa Claus?” Sara Marks stared at the first floor orderly, Buddy Cantor, who’d met her outside her grandmother’s room at Happy Acres Residence.  She could barely catch her breath after dashing through the facility carrying her sleeping seven-month-old.  It had taken her a full thirty minutes to drive from the church near her apartment across Denver’s snow packed streets in her crotchety, old Ford, when it should have taken ten.  Twenty minutes too long if her grandmother was truly missing.

She should never have gone to the Christmas Eve service.  She’d suspected Grams was up to something when she called and told her to come later so she could take a nap before their usual dinner together.  There was something in her voice, but Sara hadn’t paid enough attention with little Lanie fussing in her ear.  “Next thing you’ll tell me is Santa took her to the North Pole in a sleigh pulled by reindeer.”

“No.  A gold ’57 Ford Fairlane convertible.” The man shuffled uneasily in the doorway.  “And they’re headed to Vegas.  We think.”

“Vegas.” Movement in her arms made her aware Lanie was fully awake and ready to play.  She grinned up at Sara with two shiny new bottom teeth, like she’d woken up just to laugh at her great-grandma’s latest flight of fancy.

Oh, Grams, what have you done?

Sara frowned at the orderly.  “This is insane,” she said.  “She has to be here. You searched the building? She loves the arboretum.”

Buddy nodded.  “We’ve canvassed the entire building, mast to deck. Stem to stern.” The orderly fancied himself a sailor, although Sara couldn’t see how buying a bass boat gave him the chops to litter sailing terms through every conversation she’d ever had with the man.

“Could she be hiding for some reason?” There was never an inkling Grams was unhappy at Happy Acres.  Or that her faculties were failing.  The woman might be pushing eighty but she was still sharp as a tack.  It was her mobility that forced Sara to accept her grandmother’s insistence she move to this facility.

Happy Acres was a large complex with suites on the west side for more independent residents, while those who needed assistance lived in the east wing.  Grams had moved herself into the east wing after her fall four months ago, claiming it was time she move out of Sara’s tiny apartment anyway and make room for her first great-granddaughter. Sara argued until she was blue in the face but her independent Grams had already signed the papers and paid the upfront, non-refundable fees. It was a done deal by the time Grams asked Sara to help her pack.

A knot of apprehension grew in her chest, right above where little Lanie was elbowing her sternum.  Sara smothered her growing panic and laid the baby on the bed to remove her new hat and coat.  “Okay, so Grams isn’t here.”  She picked up Lanie and refocused her attention on the orderly.  “When did she leave with this Santa Claus? Did she know him?

“Of course, she had to know him, or she wouldn’t have left with him!”  She frowned.  “Why do you think they’re heading for Vegas?”

He reached into his pocket and handed her a folded piece of paper.  “Your grandmother left this note on her bed.”

Sara unfolded the paper.  Sara, baby, don’t fret. Santa’s finally come, as I told you he would. Getting married in Vegas. Your Christmas present is under the bed. Don’t wait till tomorrow to open it. You’ll need it.  Love, Grams.

There was a postscript. P.S. Didn’t have time to water my begonias. Please take care of that for me before you come? Can’t wait to see you!

Grams’ hold on reality was becoming dicey in Sara’s mind. “I don’t understand.”  She glanced around the small room at the begonias Grams babied like children – fifteen begonias to be exact, scattered on bookshelves, an antique dresser and armoire, on the floor near the sliding glass doors that led to her private patio – as if the hand-painted pots also held the answer that would end her confusion.  “How long has she been gone?” she asked.

Buddy shrugged.  “We’re not sure.  Last time anyone saw her was at the Christmas party before dinner.  Santa was here handing out presents to all of the residents.”  He reddened.  “She sat on his lap and whispered something into his ear, they disappeared soon after that.  No one knows when they left the building.  We weren’t even sure she’d gone off with him until we found the note a few minutes ago.”

“Did you check under the bed yet?  The note says there’s a package.  There has to be more, some reason, something to tell us what she’s doing.  Maybe it’s in there.”  Not daring to leave Lanie on the bed unattended she handed her to her favorite raspberry-blowing buddy, put a hand on the edge of the bed, and began to drop to her knees on the floor.

“Oh, no,” the orderly said, trying to hand Lanie back. “Let me do that!  You’re going to get your pretty Christmas outfit dirty.”

“I’m already down here,” she said, pushing his legs out the way so there was room for her to stick her head under the bed’s dust ruffle.

There! Just out of reach toward the wall at the top of the queen-sized bed. A large, rectangular box wrapped up in colorful images of Santa Claus and Ho-ho-ho greetings.  A muffled chortle from behind her told her Lanie was occupied by Buddy for the moment, so she tried to snag a piece of wrapping paper to pull the box toward her.

“Umph.”  She shuffled a few inches on her knees, her fanny sticking up in the air.  Undignified, but she’d worn her wool pants and heavy silk sweater to church and there was no one to see besides Buddy.

She could almost…reach…it.

Publication Details:
Make:  Amazon Kindle (Exclusive)
Model:  Novelette
Mileage: Approximately 17,000 words/50 pages

Special Features:
 1 widowed mother (comes with gurgling 7-month-old)
1 yummy architect (comes without a clue)
1  ’57 Ford Fairlane
750 mile trip to Las Vegas
1 Christmas snowstorm
Holiday travel Supplies
Santa hats
24-hour romance detailing

Test drive your own copy this holiday season!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!

See you next Thursday for another rousing entry in Karen’s Diary Drop-In….

 

 

[[Welcome to my weekly writer’s diary where I’ll share my “Woot Woot!” moments and the not so “woot woot” moments of my writing world. And, yes, I might even share the occasional musing or two about reading and writing, two of my favorite things!]]

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Dear Diary,

            It’s Thursday ~ 11/15/12 ~ and…

Never say never!

You would think a woman my age – no, wait, make that a woman with my vast experience (never mind, forget my age 🙂 )– would know this by now.  Occasionally, though, I find myself recanting a vow I mistakenly uttered at one time or another that included the word never in it.

Case in point?  I remember once saying that I would never write a short story or a novella or anything under 50,000 words. Why? It wasn’t that I had any weird notions that smaller stories were beneath me or anything.  I could simply never – hmmm, there’s that word again – envision having the ability to write anything with a lesser wordcount.

After all, I’m a looooooooooong writer. It’s nothing for me to write 20 page chapters I then have to cut down to size or, more likely, separate into two chapters.  I think in terms of single title word counts above 85,000, at least with my romantic suspense.  I can’t even keep these diary entries down to a reasonable size, despite my best intentions.

Which brings us back to never say never.  I recently got a wild hair to try a Christmas story.

Yeah, I know I haven’t finished KILLING SECRETS but I felt a need for a pause to write something cute. Maybe it was because I’m not comfortable with what my villain is doing right now.  It’s tough to get into the holiday spirit when you’ve got a serial killer running through your head. Nothing like Santa Claus and a romantic comedy to slow a killer down!

It doesn’t help knowing I’m going to be really pushing to finish KILLING SECRETS by the end of the year. Remember that single title word count?  Throw a whole lot of medical things (more about that in a minute) on top and, well, something had to give.

I don’t regret my decision to write the story that popped into my head, made me smile. Giving myself a break this past week, starting CATCH THAT SANTA! was a marvelous idea.  I’m feeling mentally refreshed and creative, and it’s a heartwarming Christmas story I think you, my readers, will enjoy this holiday season.

I still have some work to do over the next few days, but CATCH THAT SANTA! will debut exclusively on Kindle on Thanksgiving Day.  That’s just one week from today.  Yippee!

Next Tuesday on my Novel Gems blog, I’ll share a teaser from this fun novelette, as well as the fabulous cover created by the same talented friend who created my new SATIN PLEASURES cover.  On Thursday’s Karen’s Diary Drop-In, I’m having a launch party. Stop by and find out how you can get your FREE copy of CATCH THAT SANTA! for your stocking.

Once I finish the novelette this weekend, I’ll return to KILLING…oh, that sounds wicked, doesn’t it?

I’m still going to do my best to release this book by the end of the year.  I will admit to some concern though about whether that’s realistic. As some of you follow me on Facebook and Twitter, you already know I’ve been hit with an unexpected twist in my knee replacement saga. Went to see an orthopedic surgeon last week and he’s scheduled me for my first surgery on December 5^th, to be followed within six weeks (thereabouts) for the second knee.

I didn’t figure this distraction into my deadline. Nor did I expect several other procedures to crop up, and I don’t know how my recuperation will impact my day-to-day writing life once the surgery is done. Needless to say, I’m distracted and unfocused and out of the office a lot.  Still, I’m determined to keep plugging and do my very best to write every day. With luck, and a productive muse, I might still make it.

Cross your fingers.  If anyone wants to give me something for Christmas, make it a few extra hours in each day. You don’t even have to wrap them!

See you next Thursday for another rousing entry in Karen’s Diary Drop-In….

 

[[Welcome to my weekly writer’s diary where I’ll share my “Woot Woot!” moments and the not so “woot woot” moments of my writing world. And, yes, I might even share the occasional musing or two about reading and writing, two of my favorite things!]]

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Dear Diary,

            It’s Thursday ~ 10/25/12 ~ and…

Due to circumstances beyong my control, there will be no Diary Drop-In this week.  🙂  Will catch everyone up next week!

See you next Thursday for another rousing entry in Karen’s Diary Drop-In….

 

[[Welcome to my weekly writer’s diary where I’ll share my “Woot Woot!” moments and the not so “woot woot” moments of my writing world. And, yes, I might even share the occasional musing or two about reading and writing, two of my favorite things!]]

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Dear Diary,

            It’s Thursday ~ 10/25/12 ~ and…

I’ve dumped a Trick or Treat bag full of goodies I want to share all over my dining room table.

“Wait,” you say.  “We’re too old for this nonsense.”

I say, “Who made it a rule only kidlets got to go trick or treating last night?” 🙂

So, before you put away your favorite scary costumes and wash off  your glittery, fairy princess makeup, let’s see what’s in the neighborhood for readers and writers. Warning: Be sure to hold onto your flashlights in case the lights go out, and please don’t get grabbie. Manners, please!  There are enough treats here for everybody.

Fill your bag with treats, but watch out for the tricksters!

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TRICK  OR TREAT FOR WRITERS

  Muse dances your story down the wrong path into a dark, scary forest you can’t escape.

  Hero finally realizes it’s not indigestion burning in his chest, but love for his heroine.

  Heroine hides in the pumpkin patch and refuses to come out and play.

  The Cover Goddess of the Meadow blesses your new release.

  Wicked critique partners slash and burn through your weekly page offering.

  Chapter is finished in record time and pronounced “perfect” by the villagers.

  The editorial wizard who understands you and your writing has the gall to go on maternity leave in a distant castle far, far away.

  You type “The End” on page 425 of your tome and the angels weep for its beauty.

  Your computer crashes, taking three months of unsaved work to the fire pits of Hell.

  Your tome tops the N.Y. Times Best-Sellers List proving magic does drip from your fingertips.

TRICK  OR TREAT  FOR READERS

  The next tome in the series you’re waiting for is lost in a scheduling shipwreck on the high seas.

  The villain in the scary story you’re reading is so real, he slinks out of the shadows behind the fainting couch and grabs you by the throat.

  You get to the end of the tome only to discover the story sailed off without you and you have no choice but to buy a berth on the next ship to finish your journey.

  The local tomestore has a 50% off sale on all of the tomes you want to buy.

  Editorial Gremlins drive you crazy littering the tome you’re reading with typos and grammatical mistakes designed to drag you down into a viscous bog.

  You not only meet the model who posed for that sizzling tome cover you love so much but you get your own clinch picture taken with him, sans shirt.

  The heroine in the tome you’re reading is TSTL (Too Stupid to Live) and should be eaten by the nearest fire-breathing dragon…with catsup.

  Each of the tomes on your cobwebby Keeper Shelf is autographed, capturing the author’s soul in ink forever.

  A favorite author travels to a new genreland filled with trolls you can’t abide and you’re unable to follow her.

  The N.Y. Times best-selling tome-writer you love talks to you regularly from the ether cloud and invites you to sit beside her in the inner castle.

 HAPPY *AFTER* HALLOWEEN FROM KAREN’S TRICK OR TREAT BAG!

 

See you next Thursday for another rousing entry in Karen’s Diary Drop-In….

 

[[Welcome to my weekly writer’s diary where I’ll share my “Woot Woot!” moments and the not so “woot woot” moments of my writing world. And, yes, I might even share the occasional musing or two about reading and writing, two of my favorite things!]]

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Dear Diary,

            It’s Thursday ~ 10/25/12 ~ and…

I’m continuing where I left off last week when I mentioned how much I love social networks and the friendships I’ve made across the country.  I spent two glorious days last week visiting with friends I made online.  I thought you might like a peek at what we did.

I spent the night in Colorado Springs with Linnea Hall(http://www.amazon.com/Linnea-Hall/e/B004LL0OFA). We met when I went to Tennessee to speak at her chapter couple of years, but we’ve chatted ever since. When I heard she was coming to Colorado for several days, I just had to find a way to go play. And did we play!  We didn’t have much time around her conference, but was able to dash out before it got dark to explore the Garden of the Gods. It was doubly fun for me because, long as I’ve lived in Colorado, I’ve only driven through the area once.

It truly is beautiful, one of the reasons why I love my Colorado Rockies!  See for yourself….

Love the red color of these rocks!

Looking west where the sun has gone down but the sky is still light enough to take pictures.

Love all the different strata colors.

Fascinating erosion variations.

 

Balancing Rock!

It’s all fun and games until some silly tourist knocks the rock off balance…Linnea! 🙂

 

My friend, Linnea.  Last stop, Balancing Rock, before too dark to explore.

We drove out of the Garden of the Gods park into Manitou Springs where I knew the BEST restaurant for the hungry and adventurous.  Stagecoach Inn has been around forever (some say it was the original stage stop 100 years ago) and has a few specialties I wanted to introduce to Linnea. Specialties she can’t get back in Tennessee anyway…like Rocky Mountain Oysters (yummm, a fav of mine). Yes, we’re talking Bull Bullocks, “balls” for the less squeamish. Done right, they can be great eating, and Stagecoach does it right! We also tried their smoked pheasant soup. We rounded our meal off with buffalo pot roast and homemade berry cobbler.  We were stuffed when we were finished, even had leftovers to take back to the hotel, but it was well worth it!  It gave us the energy we needed to sit up into the wee hours of the night in our pajamas talking.

The next morning, Linnea went back to her conference schedule and I dashed off to a friend’ s house fifteen minutes away in the foothills.  Lori Kander is a friend I met on a MySpace readers’ group, if you can believe it!  We were online friends for years before she moved to Colorado and we finally met. I got to see her lovely new home (well, it DID take me a while to get down to her!) and we spent several hours visiting and brainstorming her new book.  (I wonder how many of us who read prodigiously end up picking up a pen to put to paper.  I’m sure there are lots!)  Sadly, I left my camera in the truck when I arrived and we got sidetracked by what is turning into a great book, so I have no pictures of Lori or the foothills around her to share. I’ll be sure to share her photo when she publishes her book — she will — and I highlight her on one of my Book Bench blogs.

Around the fun stuff, I had a tough decision to make. I had already scheduled to conduct my 4-week online workshop, The “W” Plot…Or The Other White Meat for Plotters, several times through the next year.  But I have some surgeries coming up that forced me to cancel all of them except for January’s date with STAR (Southern Tier Authors of Romance).  My online workshop career will have to go on hiatus for a while. I’ll miss the fun of exploring student plots but I just can’t take a chance I can’t give everyone 100%.  When I take the schedule back up, I’ll be sure to make an announcement.  Thankfully, I have made my workshop available on my website at www.karendocter.com for those who still want the full class lectures, so I’m not completely deserting my fellow writers!

Interestingly enough, directly on the heels of sending out my cancellation emails, I received an invitation to go back to Phoenix to do my full day, “W” workshop for the good folks at Saguaro Romance Writers. I did the workshop for them several years ago and had a great time, so I’m looking forward to doing it again.  I decided I could do the physical workshop for them since it’s only one day and it’s not scheduled until October.  Still, going to keep the rest of the year open so I can work on getting back on my feet and running…literally.  Hmmm, maybe not. But walking would be nice!

I’m sure I have lots of other things I could share today, but I’ll refrain.  I really need to get this posted since it’s running about fourteen hours behind schedule. 🙂  Wishing you all a wonderful week!

See you next Thursday for another rousing entry in Karen’s Diary Drop-In….

 

Dear Diary,

            It’s Thursday ~ 08/16/12 ~ and…

 

This is the first entry in my new weekly writer’s diary where I’ll share my “Woot Woot!” moments and the not so “woot woot” moments of my writing world. And, yes, I might even share the occasional musing or two about reading and writing, two of my favorite things!

I’ve been missing the personal touch on my blog lately. Don’t get me wrong. I love highlighting the fantastic array of authors and books I’ve been sharing on Mondays and Wednesdays. But I also enjoy sharing bits and pieces about me with readers. After all, you are one of the main reasons why I write…well, except for that whole “can’t breathe unless I’m writing” thing!

For those who have followed me any length of time, you know I used to have a Musings newsletter.  However, I tend to write “long” – I was one of those nasty students who wrote ten pages for every five page essay assigned in school – and found I was spending more time fiddling with my Musings than my books. I went from weekly musings to monthly articles to quarterly to…well, let’s just say I eventually set my newsletter aside and toddled off into the sunset of good intentions.

Yes, it had to be done.  In the past year, I’ve regained my momentum and published my first book. I finally joined the real world of social media and met a bunch of wonderful new friends on Facebook and Twitter. I’m still missing my personal chats with readers though, so I started wondering – a dangerous thing – how can I reconnect with my readers but not get so carried away it takes me three days to share what’s on my mind?

Voila! My answer is this diary. I had one growing up. I kept it locked and hidden from my sisters so they couldn’t read it. Of course, I want you to read this one! 🙂  A diary doesn’t allow much room which is why it’s the perfect solution to my need to share while also curbing my need to expound.

Yeah, yeah! I know I’m expounding! But this entry is the first and demands explanation, and I promise to keep it short and sweet next week. Maybe! I’ve called this feature “Diary Drop-In” as much for my benefit as yours.  Drop-In suggests short and sweet. Here’s hoping I can convince my brain in the weeks to come! 🙂

Okay, what’s been happening this past week in my writing world…?

For those who haven’t come across my multitude of posts on Facebook and Twitter, I was thrilled to release a new book cover for SATIN PLEASURES, my romantic comedy released on Amazon in February 2012.  I liked my original cover well enough. At the time I thought I needed an illustrated cover to get the cutesy feel I wanted. In truth, though, the cover just didn’t quite hit the mark with readers.  Not like the story did anyway. So, with a kick-in-the-pants from my critique partners, I redesigned the cover. I love, love, LOVE my new cover and hope readers like it as well. Just in case you missed it….

As one of my favorite country music artists asks, “How do you like me now?” 🙂  I still need to reformat the paperback version of the book with the new cover but that’s a project for this next week.

Many of you know I also started a new blog feature on Tuesdays called “Novel Gems”, sharing bits and pieces from my current project. It’s been fun and you seem to enjoy them so those will continue.

I also finished up two interviews this past week. One will post on August 25^th at The Reading Café << http://thereadingcafe.com/ >> along with a review of SATIN PLEASURES.  Yes, I’m sitting on pins and needles about that one! Will they like the book? Ack. The angst of a writer!  My second interview isn’t scheduled yet but check out Mary Metcalfe: Lakefront Muse at http://lakefrontmuse.blogspot.com/ to take a peek at her fun site.

I’ve set myself a deadline to finish the first of my Thorne’s Thorns series books, KILLING SECRETS, around the end of September. I need to write 1,550 words a day for next 32 days to get the approximate word count remaining or 2,175 words a day if I only work weekdays. The first word count is more reasonable considering my schedule, however, I know I tend to “live” on weekends and don’t get much writing done. Guess we’ll all see how I do, huh?

Speaking of which, I need to get back to work! See you next week with a much shorter Diary Drop-In….