I just can't say enough about book bloggers and how awesome they are. I mean, yeah, it totally helps that thus far I've gotten good reviews and I hope that's always the case. It's certainly my aim--to please readers. But even if they don't favor one of my books, I have to give props to these amazing people who read so, so, so many books and then share their findings with the world. Their influence is unparalleled, their dedication unmatched.
I'm going to post links to their reviews under the book heading to which the review applies. At this point, they're all for The Reaping, as I haven't sent out requests to review any of the others. If you have time, you really should go to each of the blogs and have a look. They're so cool! The creativity that these people use in designing and maintaining their blogs, it's really something else! They're entertaining, visually stimulating, informative and just downright awesome.
In short, I have to give a tip o' the hat to all the bloggers out there. I'm a loyal fan!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Review of The Reaping
Well, it's official! I got my first review of The Reaping and it was great! I'm tickled beyond description and I have to tip my hat to Jessica at Firefly Book Loft not only for being the first person to review it, but for really "getting" it. To read her review click here.
And really, you should be visiting her blog anyway. She has the best personality and it spills out onto everything she talks about. I just love it. I may have a character some day soon who seems surprisingly similar to Jessica. Maybe even someone in the sequel to The Reaping. That would be fitting. And, Jessica, I promise not to kill her off :D
And really, you should be visiting her blog anyway. She has the best personality and it spills out onto everything she talks about. I just love it. I may have a character some day soon who seems surprisingly similar to Jessica. Maybe even someone in the sequel to The Reaping. That would be fitting. And, Jessica, I promise not to kill her off :D
Monday, February 21, 2011
An Amazing Idea
Those of you out there who are the creative types, whether a writer, an actor, a designer or a painter, you know how it feels to have that light bulb moment, that brilliant flash of a great idea. Of all the many, many satisfying moments in our lives, that has to rank up there among the top few, doesn't it?
Last night I had what I think is a great idea for a book and this morning, hours later, I'm still riding that high. I'm so excited, I can't stand myself (that happens often, but for myriad reasons:). I am in the middle of finishing a project, but I can hardly wait to get it done so I can start on my next new and exciting journey. The one small comfort that I have is that I have a notebook that has been within a foot of my body since last night when creativity struck. At least I can sort of "work on it" until I am freed up and able to really work on it.
One of the most awesome things, in my opinion, about being a writer is that every few weeks (or every day if you so choose), you can live another life. You can be anyone anywhere at any time doing anything. Today I'm Mercy in Pennsylvania getting ready to spend an evening with Grayson. Next week, though, I'll be a girl in the not-so-distant future on the world's most important mission with only a pen and paper to guide me to the one person on the planet who can help me. Life is good!
Last night I had what I think is a great idea for a book and this morning, hours later, I'm still riding that high. I'm so excited, I can't stand myself (that happens often, but for myriad reasons:). I am in the middle of finishing a project, but I can hardly wait to get it done so I can start on my next new and exciting journey. The one small comfort that I have is that I have a notebook that has been within a foot of my body since last night when creativity struck. At least I can sort of "work on it" until I am freed up and able to really work on it.
One of the most awesome things, in my opinion, about being a writer is that every few weeks (or every day if you so choose), you can live another life. You can be anyone anywhere at any time doing anything. Today I'm Mercy in Pennsylvania getting ready to spend an evening with Grayson. Next week, though, I'll be a girl in the not-so-distant future on the world's most important mission with only a pen and paper to guide me to the one person on the planet who can help me. Life is good!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
I love the Grammys!
The Grammys. So prestigious. So glamorous. So magical. So FUNNY!
My guilty pleasure is Hollywood smut. I love the gossip about all the stars--what they're doing, who they're dating, what kind of collosal faux pas they've made (cough, cough--Christina Aguilera messing up the National Anthem). And the Grammys are like crack for the smut addict. I love to see who they come with and what they're wearing.
Their outfits are always something amazing to see. I mean, a lot of them look great, but there's always a few that make a huge spectacle upon their arrival. Whether they come in an egg with points plastered on their shoulders or in an animal print with a poodle atop their head, they're always fascinating.
And then there are the performances. Some are awesome; I could watch them over and over again. But some...some make you wonder how in the world these peole ever got a recording contract. They also make your ears grateful for the effects achieved by studio. And then there are the oddities like publicly abused women who get up on a stage for all the world to see and sing about liking the way things hurt. That's irony at it's very best.
I went to bed last night satisfied. I had a stomach full of doughnuts (great smut-watching food BTW) and a head full of crazy costumes and botched performances. Is it sad and terrible that it made for a great night of television and a peaceful night's sleep?
My guilty pleasure is Hollywood smut. I love the gossip about all the stars--what they're doing, who they're dating, what kind of collosal faux pas they've made (cough, cough--Christina Aguilera messing up the National Anthem). And the Grammys are like crack for the smut addict. I love to see who they come with and what they're wearing.
Their outfits are always something amazing to see. I mean, a lot of them look great, but there's always a few that make a huge spectacle upon their arrival. Whether they come in an egg with points plastered on their shoulders or in an animal print with a poodle atop their head, they're always fascinating.
And then there are the performances. Some are awesome; I could watch them over and over again. But some...some make you wonder how in the world these peole ever got a recording contract. They also make your ears grateful for the effects achieved by studio. And then there are the oddities like publicly abused women who get up on a stage for all the world to see and sing about liking the way things hurt. That's irony at it's very best.
I went to bed last night satisfied. I had a stomach full of doughnuts (great smut-watching food BTW) and a head full of crazy costumes and botched performances. Is it sad and terrible that it made for a great night of television and a peaceful night's sleep?
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Book Giveaway - drawing 2/21/11
If you're interested in throwing your hat in the ring for a free eBook copy of The Reaping, sign up at Electrifying Reviews HERE
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