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I Sold My Baby

2015-02-06 22.14.14 (4)My father always told me, “Be nice to the people you meet on your way up the ladder because you’ll probably be meeting them again on the way back down.”

I don’t think of myself as having very many enemies, but there are certainly people in this world I haven’t gotten along with all that well. But one of them appeared out of my past and offered me a job. A writing job for which I could potentially get paid a nice chunk of actual money. So whatever our past relationship she’d either decided to ignore it or had forgotten it. And I decided I couldn’t look a writing income gift horse in the mouth.

The job was something I’ve never done. Ghostwriting a Christmas novella for a well-known author. Make that two things I’ve never done. No wait. Three. Not only have I never done any ghostwriting, I’ve never written a novella or a Christmas-themed story either.ghost-1124534_640

There’s a tight deadline but there’s money dangling at the end of it. If I’m a writer I should be able to write an assigned piece. Worst case scenario? I don’t finish the project or it’s rejected by the publisher. And I don’t get any money for my efforts.

I have nothing to lose except the time I spend writing. I start the story before I sign the contract after  lifting an idea from a book I’d been working on and tweaking it. And then tweaking it some more.

I keep my eye on the word count and tell my husband when he asks how it’s coming, “I just keep making shit up.”

adorable-71031_640Meanwhile I grapple with the idea that I’m selling a little piece of my soul by selling my baby. Giving it up for adoption as it were and no would ever know I created it. If I told, I’d be violating the confidentiality clause in the contract. Then I remembered that everyone I ever came into contact with in the writing world said, “Publishing is a business.” I created a product and sold it to a buyer. Nothing more than that.

I’d been told the hardest thing would be copying the author’s voice. I read a few of the author’s (I assume also ghostwritten) previously published novellas. I couldn’t detect any specific voice and (of course) I thought my story was so much better.

I told myself not to get attached to my story no matter how cute it was. Or to the characters no matter how adorable they were together. Because I was going to sell my little baby and no one was ever going to know this baby was mine.hang-tags-234566_1280I’m told I picked up on the style and simplicity but nothing was said about voice. If my baby is rejected, I’ll happily take it back, put my name on it and let you read it.

But that didn’t happen. My baby was a keeper and the check’s in the bank. You might read the Christmas novella I wrote. But some other author adopted it and gave it her name.

#ghostwriting #baby #sale


Barb’s Writer Friends: Author Sophie H. Morgan

T2015-02-06 22.14.14 (4)oday I welcome author Sophie H. Morgan for a quick interview and a peek at her writing. Blog followers may recall that I have raved about the two books I read of her Divided Kingdom series. Check out my reviews of ASHES and WHISPERS on Goodreads or Amazon.  Welcome Sophie! First the Q & A:

Someone just gave you the best compliment ever.  What was it?

Your writing made me cry. (In a good way!) I would love to have a reader so involved with my story that it invokes an actual emotional reaction.

What is one thing that is guaranteed to make you laugh and one thing that will always make you cry?

My spaniels always make me laugh. They never mean to but they’re so ditzy, it’s hard not to!

When two characters in any romance book/movie finally get together. The gesture or speech that precedes the Happily Ever After never fails to make me sob.

You get a month off from your regular personal life and writing routine to travel.  Where will you go? What will you do? Why did you choose this destination or trip?

It’ll sound boring to readers from the US, but living in England, I would love to travel around America (in only the best hotels, of course ;)) I’ve been to New York, Las Vegas and Los Angeles, but I’d still love to see so many other states, including Washington, Boston, Chicago, Texas, New Orleans…etc.

I bet most U.S. citizens haven’t been to as many places in the U.S. as you mentioned! Wouldn’t you like to visit Florida? I’d be happy to trade places with you as I’ve longed to visit the British Isles for years.

You get one do-over from your life so far.  What is it?

It’s kind of sad really, but I haven’t made any massive mistakes (so far!) I always play it safe, so maybe that’d be my do-over. Go back to a moment where I played it safe and dare to be “out there” more.

I forgot. You’re still young. Plenty of time yet for you to screw up and have regrets. tee hee

You have no choice but to live your life from now on as one of your characters.  Which character is it and why?

Probably not one of my Divided Kingdom characters – they’re always in life or death situations and I’d jump at my own shadow.

I would however LOVE to be Charlie Donahue, the heroine of my upcoming paranormal romance, Her Wish, being published by SMP Swerve. She falls in love with a sexy, charismatic and challenging Genie – after a few obstacles, of course!

Please ask yourself a question you wish interviewers would ask but never do and answer that question.

Oooh. That’s tough. I guess nobody asks if authors are ever scared that their next book won’t be as good as the previous one. Having just finished the first draft of book 2 in my Genie series, I can answer that yes, at least one author worries about not being able to create the same magic with words as she did with the other books. The trick is to write through it – and prepare for the tougher editing stage!

mediumSophie H. Morgan is a paranormal romance author with a love for hot guys, sassy heroines, and HEAs that seem impossible. When not at the keyboard working out ways to drive her characters into each other’s arms, you can find her rambling about the English countryside with her four crazy spaniels, shopping for one more pair of shoes, or devouring yet ANOTHER romance novel with ANOTHER bag of raisin cookies.
Connect with her at her website www.sophiehmorganauthor.wordpress.com
#Sophie H. Morgan #interview #author

Eating Up Editing (While Looking for Mr. Goodbar)


If I were an editor I’m afraid junk food would be my only friend. Maybe editing the work of other writers is different from editing your own, but editing my own is the most tedious, mind-numbing work I’ve ever done.

Consider that I’ve already read my own work at least ten times and probably more. I’ve taken out and put away this particular manuscript many times over the years. I’ve rewritten it and revised it at least as often.

More recently I’ve read through it again and organized it as I prepare it for formatting. Then I printed it out because I’ve been shocked to find how much better it is to work with a paper copy. I catch many more needed edits than I would just looking at a laptop screen. Now I’m transferring the paper edits back to my Word document. Did I mention that I originally wrote the entire story in past tense and then decided it worked better in present tense???

Mind. Numbing. WORK. I need to be rewarded for this effort, don’t I? This has been a four-year process and I’m finally closing in on “the end” literally and figuratively.

My reward of choice, my distraction, in fact the only thing that’s getting me through days of sitting with my laptop and my paper copy and my red pen is chocolate. And Cheetos. The giant Hershey bar with Almonds. Half of one of those gets me through a grueling afternoon of editing. But sometimes you need something crunchy, right? Isn’t junk food a reward for just about any feat you survive or are undertaking? Just for variety, a giant Mr. Goodbar joined the party this afternoon.20160515_180711

Did I mention it was Partner Appreciation Week at my day job? Which means a bag full of goodies from my manager. I weeded out all the little Reese’s Peanut Butter cups and gave what was left to my husband. 20160515_180624

If it’s not chocolate (or Cheetos) who needs it?


Variety as they say, is the spice of life. Editing, I can assure you, is not. Like any true artiste, however, I am willing to suffer for my art. And so is my waistline.

#editing #chocolate #Cheetos #Hersheys

Sunday Morning Musings: Mother’s Day Reflections

2015-02-06 22.14.14 (4)Ever since my publisher announced it was “winding down” its business, I’ve been in a bit of a funk. A freefall funk. Just as I thought finally I’m climbing, I’m achieving, I’ve got a team to back me—I’m back on my own wondering, what the heck do I do now? I’m old. I’m tired. I’m not a techie genius. The thought of self-publishing, not only my back list, but my new stuff is daunting.

When you arrive at a certain “age and stage” as my mother-in-law used to say, you can’t help but reflect on what you’ve accomplished or not accomplished with this gift of life you were given.

I wish I could say I ever had a goal, a plan, a dream, a vision, even some vague idea of what I wanted to do with my life or how I thought it would be. But I never did. I still don’t. I excel at being content (or maybe not so content as it turns out) with whatever comes my way.

I drifted from an early age. Into jobs. Relationships. Marriage. Motherhood. Writing. I took what came and made the best of it. Sure I wanted to write and I did. Sure I wanted to be published and I did. Eventually. Sales? Who cares? Someone wants to publish my book! That was enough for me.

So what, I’ve been asking myself lately, have I accomplished with my life? I have no degree. No career unless “professional barista” counts. I have some published books to my credit (but please don’t look at my sales numbers or author ranking).IMG_0678

The only thing I can point to that maybe I did successfully, is my son and my daughter. Maybe I was an okay mother and with my husband’s help, we somehow (without a plan) raised two successful people. They are gainfully employed and self-supporting and have the kind of work ethic that makes a mother proud. Both have college degrees to their credit. They are in successful relationships. Maybe…they even have some kind of plan, goals, dreams for their futures. And, not only are they are still speaking to me, they are two of my best friends.2013-06-23 05.55.10

So what if “bestselling author” isn’t part of my resume? If raising two great kids is what I was meant to accomplish with my life, I am more than okay with that.

P.S. I hope they’re still speaking to me after they see the pictures I chose. If not, they need to get together and take another one for me to use next time.

God’s Not Crazy So It Must Be Me

2015-02-06 22.14.14 (4)Journal: 4/25/16

Dear God, Please tell me which is best path to take: Re Samhain contracts: Leave Cleo & Animal w/Samhain until deal is done or not done? Pros: Assuming they still publish it: No cost to me. (Is this about money?) Cons: Delay in publishing. (But could I do it any faster?) Cost to me for editing & cover. Will probably have a different editor. May be better. May be worse. So I could do everything Samhain did on my own. Plus I’d have control – complete control over cover and price. And I could put the book out probably faster than whatever Samhain’s new deal will. But will I? I’m still sitting on Cool Beans a year after I got the cover done. Why? What’s stopping me? I need to get over my reluctance of the process. Make myself do it. Learn it. God, please help me get over my aversion to all things technical! Meanwhile I started revising The Color of Nothing and White Roses In Winter. Have cover ideas for both. Editing? Maybe. Do I want to put that much $$ into them? I said I’d never put out unedited work. Did I mean it? Best option right now? God? Please weigh in.

1)     Finish read through of The Color of Nothing

2)    Get cover?

3)    Editing…?

4)   Self pub.


1)     Finish Cool Beans

2)    Editing

3)    Self pub.


1)     Re-access where I am w/Samhain

a)    If no deal yet ask for rights back (again)

b)   If deal goes forward w/books there wait & see what happens


1)      Finish revising White Roses in Winter

2)    Get cover

3)    Edit?

4)   Self pub.

Today – Upload new blurb for The Forbidden Bean


ALL OF THE ABOVE I wrote this morning. I received an email from Samhain’s publisher just now that clarifies where things stand and tells me what I needed to know. In less than six hours God has provided an answer to all of my questions. He’s helped me clarify my goals. Helped me lay out a plan.

finalGRcoverAnd in case you’re wondering I did upload that new blurb for The Forbidden Bean. And I’ve been editing The Color of Nothing most of the morning.

Just pausing for a moment to give thanks.

#God #prayer #answers

Barb’s Writer Friends: Kim McMahill

Today I welcome author Kim McMahill to answer my five quick questions and tell us about her latest release, A Taste of Tragedy. Enjoy!

Someone just gave you the best compliment ever.  What was it? 

“I stayed up until two in the morning, because I just couldn’t put your book down until I finished it.” Whenever I hear that I feel like I really accomplished something with my writing. I write to entertain and take the reader on outrageous adventures.

That is indeed a great compliment, Kim!

Name one thing that is guaranteed to make you laugh and one thing that will always make you cry. 

National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation always makes me laugh even though I watch it at least once every holiday season. I’m an easy crier. Pretty much everything makes me cry, which is why I read, write and watch action adventure and suspense. If I hear a book or movie is a “feel good” story, I generally avoid it because I know it will make me cry.

You get a month off from your regular personal life and writing routine to travel.  Where will you go? What will you do? Why did you choose this destination or trip? 

I would take a very long exotic cruise. I love to see new places, so I wouldn’t really care where I go as long as it’s someplace new. I don’t have a bucket list. I am a self-proclaimed travel junkie and anywhere I haven’t been is someplace I want to go. I would choose a cruise so I could see a lot of different places and only unpack once.

You get one do-over from your life so far.  What is it? 

I don’t have a lot of regrets, but I guess it would be nice to have the opportunity to tell my dad one more time just how much I appreciated everything he did for the family.

You have no choice but to live your life from now on as one of your characters.  Which character is it and why? 

It would have to be Niki from Big Horn Storm. Though I’ve been fortunate to spend my adult life with my wonderful husband and soul mate, it would be nice to simplify life. Living on a ranch in Wyoming sounds pretty good most days.

Ah yes. I think we all sometimes yearn for those wide open spaces.

Thanks, Kim. Now for the lowdown on A Taste of Tragedy:

Her dream job has become a nightmare… 

Morgan Hunter sacrificed everything for her career. She had yet to encounter anything she wasn’t willing to do to succeed . . . until now. When she uncovers evidence that the healthy foods she’s been hired to promote may be dangerous, she must reevaluate her priorities. As questions mount and the body count rises, she finds herself caught in the crosshairs of an organization that will stop at nothing to hide its secrets and protect its profits. With no one else to trust, Morgan is forced to seek help from the man she drove away, but whom she never stopped loving.  


Buy A Taste of Tragedy here: 

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01DTE29U2/ 

Some more fun facts about Kim McMahill: KimMcMahill

Kim McMahill grew up in Wyoming, which is where she developed her sense of adventure and love of the outdoors. Kim started out writing non-fiction, but her passion for exotic world travel, outrageous adventures, stories of survival, and happily-ever-after endings soon drew her into a world of romantic suspense. Along with writing adventure novels Kim has also published over eighty travel and geographic articles, and contributed to a travel anthology and cookbook. Kim recently relocated to Colorado, and when not writing, she enjoys gardening, traveling, hiking, and spending time with family.

Find and keep up with Kim McMahill here:

Website: http://kimmcmahill.com

Blog:  http://kimmcmahill.blogspot.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/kimmcmahill.

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/849945.Kim_McMahill

#suspense #books #writing



Barb’s Writer Friends: Mari Manning

Today I welcome author Mari Manning to share a little about herself and her latest release,  Stranger at My Door.  First Mari answers my quick questions and then more about her book and an excerpt.

Someone just gave you the best compliment ever.  What was it?

You are a gifted writer.

Name one thing that is guaranteed to make you laugh and one thing that will always make you cry.

I have three brothers and two sisters, and when we get together, we always end up laughing about something. After 30 years, the endings of “It’s a Wonderful Like” and “White Christmas” still make me cry.

You get a month off from your regular personal life and writing routine to travel.  Where will you go? What will you do? Why did you choose this destination or trip?

If I could go anywhere and safety weren’t an issue, I’d go to Egypt and see the pyramids. I used to gobble up books about archeology when I was little, and the ancient world has always held a fascination for me.

You get one do-over from your life so far.  What is it?

I would have started writing when I was younger, and I would have joined a writer’s group. Joining the Chicago North RWA has accelerated my writing career and helped me hone my skills.

You have no choice but to live your life from now on as one of your characters.  Which character is it and why?

It’s hard to say. I love all my characters equally. They’re like children to me. One heroine is a gifted musician and another has great warmth and sympathy. I have a generous hero and another who is not afraid of love. How can I choose?

Optional:  Name one person who has either influenced you the most or you learned the most from and why.

My mother is a writer and a published author. She has encouraged me to write since I learned my ABCs. She has taught me so much, and I think my decision to write is partly a tribute to her.

SaMD_500Stranger at My Door

A new romantic suspense by Mari Manning

The only thing standing between her and disaster is a man she can’t trust …

As far as Dinah Pittman is concerned, men can’t be trusted. Especially cops. Her own father was a cop and a convicted felon who stole a small fortune before dying in prison. The best part? No one knows where the money is…and someone is willing to kill off everyone who knows anything about it.

And Dinah is next.

Rafe Morales left the Dallas police force to settle down to a simpler life in the small Texas town of El Royo. Instead, he finds himself protecting an infuriating, tough-as-nails, oh-so-sexy victim—and driving himself crazy with a thoroughly unprofessional desire.

But as the body count rises, Rafe and Dinah must find a way to trust each other…before they both end up dead.

Scene from the book:

The front door rebounded and clipped Rafe’s shoulder. He kicked it closed with his boot before raking his flashlight beam across the unlit entryway. The hall was clear. His heart thumping against ribs, he burst into the living room. His light hit the figure of a woman, and his feet froze. He tilted the beam up and framed Dinah Pittman’s expressionless face.

Most girls would have screamed or hid when he kicked in the door. Not this one. She had balls, he’d give her that.

Her forearm lifted to shield her eyes from the light. “Who are you? What do you want?” She sounded tired. “I already told Teke, I don’t know where the money is.”

Rafe lowered the flashlight and rolled his shoulder to loosen a tight muscle. There were about two dozen abandoned bungalows in this part of town. When he saw a candle flickering in the window, he’d expected a confrontation with teenagers or maybe a squatter.

He stepped into the candlelight. “Officer Morales, ma’am. Got something against electricity?” As soon as the words were out, he regretted them. The pink flyers. She’d needed money to turn on the lights.

Her mouth tightened. “Get out.” Turning to a small table by the window, she gathered up scattered cards, probably her tarot cards. Had she found customers already?

He studied her as he summoned up an appropriate apology. She wore cut-offs and a white T-shirt. His eyes swept down her slim legs to her bare feet and red toenails before he could stop himself. Why were pain-in-the-ass women always hot?

“I didn’t mean to upset you—”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“That’s tough to do with you around.”

Her hand stilled for a moment, then returned to its task. “You could have knocked.”

“Sometimes we get squatters in these abandoned houses. They’re more likely to be discouraged by a show of force.”

“I could have been a mass murderer. Aren’t you supposed to call for backup?” She glanced down at his flashlight. “If I was a bad guy with a gun, you’d be dead, Officer Morales.”


She’d read him right. He’d tried to pull out his service revolver when he broke down the door, but—predictably—his hand had turned to Jell-O. After two years, he still couldn’t get past the night in Dallas when his beautiful, daring Sam’s luck ran out, and he’d avenged her but failed to live up to his own lofty ideals. So he relied on the element of surprise and big fists.

Gathering up the cards, she set them in a neat stack. “As you can see, I am not a squatter.” Her gaze flickered to his flashlight, then back up to his face. “There’s an empty house about two blocks down if you’re determined to rescue one.”

The corner of his mouth inched up. She’d be a handful…for the right man, which sure as hell wasn’t him. Not anymore. “Thanks for the tip.”

About Mari Manning_MG_7338-67

Let’s start with the fun stuff. I love small towns, mysteries, quiet men, laughter, old-fashioned spaghetti dinners. I love boots and shopping and jokes and Hershey’s dark chocolate and white wine. I love lots of things. But my first love is reading.

I love to read. Just about anything, but it has to be well-written. I go through periods where I am into historical novels or romance or mystery or history or biography. I never know when my desires will suddenly change.

Now for the writer-ish, official stuff: Mari Manning is the author of several contemporary romances and three romantic suspense novels set in the Texas Hill Country. Stranger at My Door is the first in her A Murder in Teas series. The second, Stranger in My House will be published by Entangled later this year. The third book in the series is Stranger in My Bed. Currently Mari is working on a series of cozy mysteries.

She and her husband live in Chicago.

Buy links to all the major electronic sites are here: http://www.entangledpublishing.com/stranger-at-my-door/

Contact Mari at manningillinois@gmail.com Visit my website at www.marimanning.com

Follow me @mari_manning on Twitter

Love the cover, Mari and this looks the kind of romantic suspense I like to read. Thanks for sharing!

#writing #suspense #novels



When Life Hands You Shit, Start Shoveling

2015-02-06 22.14.14 (4)Since 2003 I have worked for a global coffee company. The benefits (like reasonably priced health insurance) are good and I get all the free coffee I want. Mostly I brew coffee and take orders and make lattes. I don’t work full-time, it’s not a hard job and it suits me.

But lately I’ve been re-evaluating my life choices. This started when a customer told us we had an issue in our restroom that needed to be dealt with. I had been in the restroom earlier and noticed a rather unpleasant odor, but that is not unusual. I often wonder what goes on in there.

But this particular afternoon, there was a bit of a lull and since no one else volunteered, I decided to see what was going on in the restroom, a decision I will regret for the rest of my life. Because what had happened in the restroom was that someone had shit on the floor. On purpose. Behind the trash can. Then the trash can had been moved which smeared the poop across the floor and onto the bottom of the trash can.

IMG_1964Gross and disgusting does not begin to cover it. And guess who got to clean it up? I don’t suppose I had to, but my philosophy is, once your child has thrown up in your hand, not much grosses you out. But this came pretty damn close.

So I’ve got a mop bucket and restroom cleaner and gloves and the whole time I’m literally cleaning up someone else’s shit I’m wondering where I went so horribly wrong on my life’s path that this is what I’m doing now. I’m also thanking God that our delightful guest didn’t decide to smear the gift across the walls.

Seriously, who does this? What is wrong with people? For future reference, if you’re unhappy with your drink, we’ll remake it at no charge. We do it all the time. We get enough figurative shit from the general public on a regular basis. There’s no need to leave the real thing on the bathroom floor.

So the shit gets cleaned and eventually we all have a good laugh about it and I get a pat-on-the-back award from the shift supervisor with a note that says, “Thanks for cleaning up the shit around here.”  Har har.

Then the next day I find out my publisher is going out of business.

There aren’t quite words to express how that felt. Disappointment. Sadness. Frustration. I just can’t seem to catch a break. And I seriously have to wonder how I ended up where I am. At the proverbial fork in the road, did I choose the wrong path? Because these days that’s how it feels.

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Should I just stop writing? My books don’t sell in big numbers. It’s been an uphill battle ever since I sat down to write a novel oh so many years ago. Maybe I wasn’t meant to do what I’m doing at all.

Except when I mention this to two friends, both of whom formerly worked with me slinging lattes and one of whom is now my marketing guide, I was reminded of a blog I just wrote about how hiding your talent under a basket is dishonoring God and the gift He gave you. I swear as I was sitting there talking about that blog it was like God saying of course you can’t stop writing. No matter how much shit gets thrown at you. (I’m paraphrasing, of course.) And then He said, “I’ll help you shovel.”

#writing #shit #life #choices


To me, an author saying “I don’t need an editor.” is = to saying “I don’t need to give my readers the best book possible.”//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js” target=”_blank”>

//platform.twitter.com/widgets.js” target=”_blank”>Angela James ‏@angelajames 18m18 minutes ago 9/3/15

It’s pretty apropos to read something like this from the editorial director of Harlequin’s Carina Press just as I’m ready to blog about WHY WRITERS NEED EDITORS.

2015-02-06 22.14.14 (4)I am SO sick of reading unedited books. I’m sick of the arrogance of writers who think their writing is so good they don’t need to be edited. Or proofread for that matter. In fact, many of them don’t believe in using the spell check/grammar check programs included with their word processing program.

Whoever said it’s important to know what you don’t know could have added that it’s important to see what you can’t see. For a writer, that’s an editor’s job.

I am one of those arrogant writers who has self-published a few novels in the past few years and I might publish a few more in the future. I didn’t pay an editor to edit any of them. I can tell a pretty good story without an editor and these particular books weren’t going to sell to a publishing house anyway, so I didn’t want to invest too much money in them. But I did proofread them. They are cohesive stories that make sense. Except now I wonder how much better they could have been if they’d been professionally edited.

Indie pubbed


Earlier this month my sixth book (Fantasy Man) with Samhain Publishing release. It is the third book of mine edited by Noah Chinn. It is probably also the most he has had to edit one of my books.

Fantasy Man was one of my “manuscripts under the bed.” I’d started it early in my writing quest and for years I kept pulling it out and working on it. I’d originally submitted Fantasy Man to Noah along with another book (Nobody’s Fool 2/15) and he turned it down. He outlined his objections to it. He didn’t ask me to revise and resubmit, but I could see he was right. So I revised it on my own and asked if he wanted to take another look. Reluctantly, (I think) he said he’d look at the revised synopsis. On the strength of that as I recall, he offered a contract. We both learned a lesson from this experience.

Fantasy Man releases February 2016 from Samhain Publishing

When Noah started first round edits, I started getting emails from him. Although I thought I’d “fixed” most of the manuscript’s problems, apparently what I did was create more. Noah was giving me a heads up. We had a lot of work still ahead. By the time I got the first round edits back I had nine pages of notes lifted from our emails. I was not prepared for how much editing and revision was needed. I don’t think Noah was either.

For two weeks I did nothing but go back and forth from the manuscript to my notes while I spent every spare moment working on this book. Then I just couldn’t look at it any more. I didn’t know where to go even though I knew there was still work to be done. Back it went to Noah.

We both learned something. Noah learned to be a bit more careful when accepting an old manuscript from an established author. I learned I shouldn’t be publishing ANYTHING that isn’t professionally edited. Not if I want it  to be the best that it can be, that is.


Who I am and Why I’m Here

That’s as it relates to blogging, not necessarily anything else.

I started blogging several years ago when I first set up my web site because a WordPress blogging platform came with the web site. I didn’t know what blogging actually was. I loved writing. I loved essay-ing. Mostly I wrote about myself. Surprise, surprise. No one was interested. They still aren’t.

Maybe I should be doing a private journal instead of blogging. One of my past marketing consultants strongly suggested that my blog should contain content of value to readers (of my books). All twelve of them. Maybe she was right, but I started blogging as something I did for me, and I guess that hasn’t changed in all these years.

The books are for my readers. Can I not blog for myself? As a writer I want readers to read everything I write, but a) who’s got the time and b) I am competing with every other blogger out there who might actually be offering readers something of value.

Personally, I find myself fascinating. But don’t we all think that we are the most interesting individual that ever landed on planet Earth? That our thoughts are the most original ever?  Don’t we all wish everyone else would find us fascinating, too?

But again, who’s got the time to delve into someone else’s psyche? A therapist, I suppose, but they get paid for their time.

I tell readers if they want to get to know me to read my blog. I just don’t think most readers (yes, all twelve of you) are that interested in the author. What they’re interested in is when the next book is coming out. That’s their entertainment. Not me.

Would I be thrilled if more people were interested in my blog? Of course. I’d love it if every now and again someone took away a nugget of wisdom or a chuckle for the day. But I’ve seen my stats so I know my blog is hardly read at all and comments are about as likely as finding a diamond in my back yard.

But there’s no focus here. The blog is called Reading, Writing and Romancing, but it covers a bit of everything I’m interested in and my perceptions about my journey or sometimes, that of others. Barbara Meyers expounds on a variety of topics. Which no one but her finds interesting or useful or entertaining.

2015-02-06 22.14.14 (4)Yes, it’s a very good question, that of then why are you doing this? The most simple answer is because I want to.