A mixup #MFRWauthor #socialmedia #fixingmymistake #blogchallenge

 Hi ya’ll This is week 15 of the MFRW52week blog Challenge. It seems like somehow last week I posted the wrong post.  It was supposed to be where my inspiration comes from and this week was the social media one. I am blaming my dyslexia for the mix-up.  I am going to do a little combo thingy to catch up!

I get my inspirations from so many places. It could be a person I see walking down the street and I wonder what is his or her story. Sometimes an outfit on the computer or ad on TV and a Character may pop into my mind.  Of course, all the yummy men on Pinterest help me describe my leading man or protagonist. As you see It is easy for me to get character inspiration. Plots are another thing altogether. I really struggle with that. Luckily I am a character driven writer and my characters tend to lead me down the path of the story.  I like writing outside of the box so I may take a trope or two and twist them up.  Sometimes stories just pop into my head so I keep pens and paper nearby.

I hang out mostly at facebook, twitter, Google + and Pinterest. I have an author page Cathy Brockman Romance but I forget to use it as I hang out mostly at my main Facebook page.  I have a Freebie book page called Happy Readings, where I post free and sale priced books I find too if you would like to check it out. ( authors feel free to post your free or 99 cent books there. Be sure to put a date they are free though). I love stalkers so come join me. I love making new friends so come hang out with me!

Where do you get your inspiration? Let’s go see where the others hang out.

 

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Let’s get social #MFRWauthor #blogchallenge #amwriting

Welcome back to the MFRW 52 week blog challenge. Sorry  I missed out last week. I had been sick and in bed most of the previous week with migraines. This week our topic is Social Media hangouts.

I am not that tech savvy and am trying to cut my distraction and give myself more time. Doing the social media thing sort of consumes me LOL. My main hang out is—drum roll please– you guessed

it–Facebook. and Twitter

You can also find me  at google+  Goodreads and Pinterest

Where do you hang out?

Take a Peak Tuesday #tuesdayteasers #baseballromance #cowboys

Hi, Ya’ll I thought I would give you another peek at my current WIP. I am not writing yet, I am still self-editing and will be for a while yet. This week I thought I would give a little description of Annie’s favorite place. I hope you enjoy. As usual, I am open to any feedback, but please remember this is a raw first draft.

Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats Copyright 2016

TJ

I looked around for Annie but didn’t see her anywhere. She hadn’t come back through here so she must have gone outside. Should I follow again or give her space. I should give her time alone. I tried. I really did. For all of two minutes.  I grab my Stetson. It’s old. One of the few things I have left of my dad’s.

It was beautiful outside. There was a hint of a moon, like a little sliver of lighting in the dark sky. I looked around not sure which way she was.  I walked the opposite direction of the barn to the back of the house. There was a white picket privacy fence with lovely flowers around the edges. I opened the gate and lost my breath when I went inside. There was the most beautiful garden I ever saw outside of a magazine. It was like the ones Mama always talked about wanting but not ever managing to make.  One side had beds of green plants and some vegetables I could recognize such as tomatoes. The other side had beds of assorted flowers with stone paths around each section. The back of the garden there were some tall leafy plants some roses in front of that. In the center of it all was a massive octagon fixture with five swings.  A beautiful stone fire pit in the center. In one of the swings sat Annie curled up against some pillows with flower prints.

“Wow! This is beautiful!”

“Thank you. What are you doing out here? I figured you all would want to talk about baseball or games or whatever baseball players talk about.”

“We meet up Monday for our first practice. Simon went to our room to read. He keeps to himself a lot. I hope you don’t mind I came outside to look around. If I’m disturbing you, I can go back in.”   I hope it’s not a lie that I didn’t tell her I was looking for her.

“Oh no, it’s fine. I was going to show you all this tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow evening we can roast some hot dogs or sausages out here and make S’More’s or is that too kiddie? My boys loved doing that up till they left. Well, Christopher did. David wasn’t that big on the hot dogs, but neither would ever pass up S’mores.”

“I haven’t ever had a some more.”

“It’s s’more, no some.  S’mores are graham crackers with a piece of chocolate then you toast marshmallows and put them on it hot.  It melts the chocolate. It’s chocolate and gooey goodness.”

My mouth watered. Not about the cookie thing Annie was telling me about but the way her eyes lit up, -and the way her tongue darted out to moisten her pretty pink lips. I wanted a taste. More than I ever wanted to taste anything in my life.

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So what do you think? Is it too much description? All fluff or does it tell you something about both Annie and TJ?

Take a Peek Tuesday~Does Age Matter? #amwriting #romance #teaser

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Welcome back to Take a Peek Tuesday. Each week I will post a little tease from what I am currently working on. Right now I am doing a self-edit on a story I wrote during NaNo 2015.  I am hoping to release it this summer.  Baseball Bats and Cowboy hats is a contemporary sports/cowboy romance. It is sweet and spicy with a touch of humor.

Remember this is very raw, not having been beta read or edited.

This week I take up where I left off last week but in TJ’s view.

Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats Copyright 2016

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I don’t think Annie realized Caleb was in love with her. It was clear as a bell to me. I didn’t plan to kiss her. I guess it was another one of those strange ‘the moment is right’ things. She seemed so sad. So vulnerable. I bet very few people had ever seen this softer side of Annie. I’ve kissed a girl before, but it had never felt this amazing. My body thrummed with excitement. Every muscle, every nerve, yearned for more. I could feel myself shaking with desire. She melted into my arms, her hands slid up cupping my face, fingers entwining in my hair, pulling me in closer. Her lips parted allowing me entrance, giving me control. Control. Damn. Now is not the time. I want her with every fiber of my being, but I have to prove to her that I want more than a quick roll in the hay. I reluctantly pull back gazing into those warm, chocolaty eyes. Her lips are puffy and swollen. My body aches with want. I reach up and brush my finger over her mouth tracing it over her lips, sliding it into the long windblown curls. I expected a slap or at least her running like a frightened rabbit.

“Please don’t apologize.” She whispered.

“I have no intention of apologizing. I’ve done nothing I’m sorry about.”

“I shouldn’t want you so much.” She stepped back, gazing at the floor.

“Why? Because of my race? Afraid your friends will find out about me being from a poor family with a drug lord for an uncle? That I won’t ever amount to anything or be worthy of you?” I can’t believe I’m saying these things. All my fears seem to pour from my mouth. Talk about spoiling a moment.

“Heavens to Betsy, no. If anyone isn’t worthy of anyone, it’s me not being worthy of you. You are the strongest young man I have ever met. Young is the problem. I have a son older than you.”

“Age shouldn’t have any bearing on your feelings. If you feel anything for me at all, it is worth exploring. What’s in your heart is all that matters.” I saw the worry and fear begin to cloud over her eyes, trying to shut off her feelings. I take her face into my hands and kiss her forehead. “I don’t want a one-night stand or even a summer fling. I want you. I knew that from the moment we first met. Mama always told me I would know when the time was right, to not jump in with every girl I date, to wait for that woman. She was right. I felt it in my heart the moment we touched. I can wait until you are ready.” Reluctantly I stepped back. She stood staring at me in shock. “TJ…”

“Don’t. Please. We have the summer to get to know each other. Let’s let time, destiny, fate, whatever you believe in decide our future.”

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Do you like May/December Romance? What do you think about TJ and his values?

Writerly Wednsday~~He/She or I #writing voice #amwriting #romance

Hi, Y’all. Welcome to Writerly Wednesday where I share my views and things I’ve learned about writing. This week I am going to talk about voice.

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There is Third person point of view where sentences start with the character’s name or he or she.  This is the most common writing style.

Example: TJ took one look at Annie and knew she was the one.

There is a second person viewpoint, and it uses the word you.  I don’t know much about this style, so I won’t  say much.

I don’t know how to do this, so I won’t even try.  I believe this technique is used a lot in nonfiction.

I write mostly in first person.  My character tells the story in is or her view.  I like this style because it gets into the character’s head and makes the character seem more realistic.  I also write in split view which is both the antagonist and protagonist or in my case of romance the leading lady and the leading man.   I like this style and think it is very workable as long as the viewpoint switches are made clear. In my case, I change chapters or scenes with each character view.   This style is becoming more popular than it used to be.

Example: I took one look and knew Annie was the one. (Tj’s view)

Example: The guys arrived one by one. The last two arrived by car.  An expensive SUV.  The passenger gets out, and he is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. My heart flip-flops. This is not good. Not good at all. He is young enough to be my son.

I, whether reading in third person or first, like multiple character views.

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Do you prefer first person or third. Does it make a difference when you choose a book?

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