Party Time!

I’m celebrating today. It’s worldwide release day for my newest title, Secrets of Ugly Creek!       

Secrets of Ugly Creek

Secrets of Ugly Creek

Come on in and have a good time.

 

Madison Clark comes home to Ugly Creek, Tennessee to protect her hometown from a hard-line journalist who ruined the life of a senator—what she didn’t count on was falling for the enemy.
Madison Clark is a successful journalist who volunteers for an assignment in her hometown in order to protect the quirky little place from the likes of Gibson McFain. He’s a hard-line journalist and documentary maker who has made his reputation exposing secrets. Ugly Creek has more than its share of secrets, and she knows revealing them would threaten the town’s way of life.
Gibson “Mac” McFain just wants to film a documentary in the little town, but Madison wants to make sure he doesn’t find out too much. Soon problems escalate when attacks begin against Mac and his crew. Madison seems to be as shocked as he is, but he can’t take any chances she might ruin what’s left of his career.
In spite of all this, their physical attraction pulls them together—and eventually they fall in love.
Neither trusts the other, but that doesn’t change the attraction they feel. It’s only a matter of time before they act on the desire, but will that mean sleeping with the enemy?

 

Now, let’s get this party started with Kool & the Gang:

 

 

No Wimps Allowed

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photo courtesy of Lynn Kelley Author via WANA Commons

The last couple of weeks I’ve experienced one of those weird cosmic convergences that makes me think I need to pay attention.

First there were two amazing blogs by the Social Network Ninja, Kristen Lamb. Bravely, Ms. Lamb took us places the rest of us where afraid to go. The first was about  Empathetic Correctness and how this new phenomenon could seriously hurt writers. The second was about Diversity, and just how strained connection has become.  Lots to make all of us think here. I have been a fan of Ms. Lamb for years, and she always has good information. These two, though, they hit home.

Secondly, I read Stephen King’s On Writing. Again. I love this book and in all honesty, I was hoping the words would do the magic they always have before—make me eager to go write. After the last few months, I needed a kick in the pants. As usual, Mr. King stepped up to the plate. Though written in 2000, the words fit today’s PC environment, “…writing fiction in America as we enter the twenty-first century is no job for intellectual cowards. There are lots of would-be censors out there, and although they may have different agendas, they all want basically the same thing: for you to see the world they see…or at least shut up about what you do see that’s different.” Food for thought.

Third, is the death of the brave and amazing writer Maya Angelou. She used the pen to speak out at a time few dared, and continued to write courageously until her death May 28. The world lost a truly awesome woman.

So, little me, sitting here at my desk, trying to decide if I really need to use the f-word in my current manuscript, and wondering if I have the kind of courage to be the writer I have the capability to be. I know I hold back, and not just from profanity. Many times I won’t let myself go deeply into the world in my head, the world where the good stuff is.

Writer or not, we all need to think. Being led along by sound bites and the ravings of those sensors Mr. King spoke of could well mean the end of freedom as we understand it. If we PC everything, then we won’t have words to tell the honest truth anymore. We can look away and pretend bad things don’t happen. Will the bad stuff go away then? I don’t think so. I think bad will go to terrible, and we won’t be able to tell the truth about it. And that will be the end of freedom.

 

Lots to think about.

Cheryel

The Price of Freedom

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Photo: WANA Commons/ Lynn Kelley

Today Americans pause to remember those who have given their lives to protect our country. We tend to take our freedom and prosperity for granted. There are good times and bad, but The United  States of America stands as an ideal other countries aspire to. We, along with our allies, represent a way of life that many in our world don’t have.

Whatever else you’re doing today, take a few minutes to think about the price that has, and is being, paid for all you have. We owe a lot to men and women we never met, many of whom were gone long before we were born.

While we’re remembering lost soldiers, let’s also remember those who are currently serving our country. Whatever differences we as individuals have, we should be able to come together in our thanks to those who protect and support our way of life.

To them all, THANK YOU!

 

Cheryel

▶ Aaron Wheelz Fotheringham – WCMX – AIRBOURNE – YouTube

Might wanna rethink that “confined to a wheelchair” thing.

 

▶ Aaron Wheelz Fotheringham – WCMX – AIRBOURNE – YouTube.

Great Expectations

As many of you probably know, my husband, and I moved to Florida just under a month ago. While any move is stressful, this one was especially so. We were both born and raised in East Tennessee, and we were leaving everything we knew. Not that I don’t love Florida, it’s an amazing place to live and I’m happy to be here. The move, however was Murphy’s Law in action—whatever could go wrong probably did. Right up to the climatic arrival at our new home and the realization a lot of our things had been stolen during the move.

That was difficult enough, but when I realized I had to face some hard truths about myself, it was a humbling, and terrifying, moment. The three big truths I had to face were: 1) I push too hard. I have physical and emotional limits that I ignore on a regular basis. I feel I have to do whatever needs to be done, no matter how hard, or whether I will be hurt in the doing. Which leads to: 2) It is almost impossible for me to ask for help. It would have been in my best interest to ask for help at several points during the moving process, but I didn’t. Even after we got here, it was incredibly hard to ask my daughter (who lives in Florida) to take me to the emergency room. I spent three days there due to screwed up electrolytes, exhaustion, and stress. I’m better now, but still facing the issue of needing help.  3) I don’t allow even those closest to me to really see the difficulties I face on a daily basis. I don’t want to be seen as “lesser than” other people. I just want to fit in  and be like everybody else. Which, of course, sets me up to overdo and get overwhelmed. I definitely have some things to work on.

Why am I sharing this? Because I know there are others out there like me. People with physical, emotional, or mental issues who spend their lives trying to pretend that they are just like everybody else, that they can do or handle anything anybody else can. Learn from me, don’t push too hard. Too hard and things can collapse around you. You won’t be able to pretend then.

 

Take  care!

Cheryel

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