Let’s go to the Movies #MFRWauthor #blogchallenge #romance

Hi, Y’all welcome back to the MFRW 52 week blog challenge. This is week 20. I can’t believe I have hung in there for 20 weeks!  This week’s topic is My Favorite Movies inspired by books. This should be easy right? Nope. I don’t  watch that many movies. I will admit I was a Twilight fan when it came out and saw all of them. Sorry, but the book was so much better. But yeah!  The young girl in me enjoys a sparkling vampire and sexy shirtless werewolves now and then so shoot me!

I guess my favorite would be  The Divergent Series. Divergent,  Insurgent and Allegiant I really liked this series but I have to admit I haven’t read the books.

I also loved the Hunger Games again I haven’t read those books but I do have them on e-book. It’s funny some of my friends in my writing chat group call me Katness LOL.

Now to a different Genre. The Help was really good. both in book and movie, I think I preferred the movie.

The Lovely Bones was a chilling movie. It broke my heart and no way would I read the book after that since I know books usually have more detail.

So it seems I have a pattern. If I read the books I prefer the book and will watch the move but once I watch the movie I usually don’t go back and read the books.

Except for Nicholas Sparks. I am a fan of both the books and movies I Adored the Notebook. It’s one of my favorite books and movies. I don’t think you can go wrong with a Nicholas Sparks book or movie.

What are some of your favorite Movies inspired by Books? Do you prefer the movies or the books?

I’m curious to see what the other bloggers watch, come go check them out with me!


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Writerly Wednesday~Schedules#timekeepers #writingtools #amwriting

Last week I made my decision on the project I was going to begin. I also knew I needed to work on the timeline first. My beta agreed to be my timekeeper and push me towards my goals. I agreed on two weeks to work on the timeline then to begin the rewrite that would be my last before she got it. I decided to get it to her by April. Man do I have the work to do.

My homework for yesterday was to have her my tentative schedule and daily plans by today. I kept it simple. 30 minutes to wake up, get my first cup of coffee in me, and sort my emails tending to anything pressing. after that writing first. at least two hours and no less than 2 chapters a day. I am reading through, making notes and especially checking for timeline issues.

Monday was a bust. I got up an hour late feeling awful. My allergies are doing me in. Hubby got up working on budgets and kept calling me in. then we had the budget meeting and I had to sort some medications and make Dr. appointments for us. When I got back online I was told my Tuesday blog had posted, so I went to see why. While there I decided to work on my Wednesday blog. I decided to make a header. That header led to 6 more. ( hey in my defense now I have all my blog headers done for my blogging.) I was showing her the shinies and she asked me if she was supposed to support me in all things writing, she did understand the importance or push the story first. I said story first.  She was a doll yet politely pointed out in the time I had made the pretties I could have done my chapter work.  She was right. I did have these on the schedule for the weekend on my blog work days but I was off schedule.

Being an amazing drill sergeant she had me drop and do that chapter I owed he, LOL

Now back to the subject of Schedules.  They are awesome tools if you use them.  But what is the point of having everything lined up then jumping around like a frog on a hot sidewalk.  I use to have a very detailed calendar and write things down by the half hour. it was so overwhelming and upset me so much if I couldn’t do it that it did more harm than good. I found that less is more.

I put the three most important things.. 2 chapters, reviews/blog, email/ social media Instead of giving them timeframes I  simply write that. I have about 6 hours I dedicate to my computer/ writing. I will do my two chapters ( and any makeup if needed), then down the line.  I drew a line under those three and put Housework/craft. This is not daily chores as I work those in the morning. I can only sit about 30 minutes to an hour then need to move. I have chronic back injury.  So I work my first sprint with my girls, get up and sweep or do a small chore, rinse and repeat. The afternoon house is decluttering I am trying to do I have a list of chores I would like to get done this year, so i will tackle in small bites. I think I will alternate. Do a chore one day some crafting the next. This way neither will be so overwhelming to me.

I also switched to one schedule. last year I had it on my computer on a large desk calendar and in a day planner. The only one I really used was the day planner so I eliminated the other two this year.  This week is my first on my new scheduling and I will keep you up to date if this works. Scheduling is a personal thing for everyone. What works for me won’t work for everyone.  Do you have a tried and true schedule that works for you? Do you use a calendar or computer or a fancy Bullet journal?

Through Thick & Thin #MFRWauthor #meetmybestfriend #Friday #Queen

It’s week 5 of the 52-week MFRW blogging challenge. It’s never too late you can always join in the fun. Learn more and join at MFRW.

Wow! Has it been 5 weeks already? I have to say I am really having fun with this and making new friends. speaking of friends this weeks topic is Meet My Best Friend. It is both hard and easy.  There were so many ways this could go, from writing software, books, kitchen appliances, pets and people. I always talk about my furbabies so I thought I would take a different route.

I watch my granddaughter struggle with friendships. She is at that age as a teen where friend some day enemies the next, then friends again.  I remember back when I was in high school. I was a recluse even then.   I had figured out quickly that I didn’t fit in with my friends from junior high. Some had moved, some joined sororities, some we remained acquaintances. I didn’t care for sports I would rather sit in the library or under a tree with a book. ( yes even back then I was a reading fanatic) I do wonder sometimes where some of those friends have gone. A few I have reconnected on Facebook, though we rarely chat. I tell my granddaughter to not get too upset when she gets older she will make more stable relationships.

I now have one friend that we seem to have weathered thick and thin, even though she still lives 2 hours away. We talk several ties a week if not nearly every day. We have been friends now almost 20 years. It doesn’t seem that way.  She has watched my children grow from teens ( there is at least a 10 years age difference in us) and I have watched hers from babies to now in college. Her son will graduate this year and daughter next. Danniel was with my daughter and me when she had her baby. She took off and sat up all night with us. I came and spent time with her and her daughter when her daughter had a tonsillectomy and again when she had surgery.  Danniel is more like a sister than a friend.

I also have a little group of on-line friends that we meet every morning chat a bit and write a while. We support each other for writing, and whatever ails us. Without these four ladies, I don’t know what I would do. I sure wouldn’t be writing. I hope some day to meet these women. That mean so much to me.

This song always pulls my heart-strings. I dedicate this song to you Danniel and my  Chatty Chicks You to my loyal follower Flossie!.

 

 

Do you have a friend that is your lifeline? Do you think an online friendship can be considered a best friend? ( I do)

This is a blog hop. Check out all the other authors to see who their best friends are. I can’t wait to check them out! remember to comment, tweet and share if you like the posts!


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#TuesdayTeaser Simon Plus Two MMMromance #NaNoWrimostory

Welcome back to Teaser Tuesday. NaNoWriMo is finally over, and I can breathe.  I completed my 50k, but the story needs lots of work. The end got a little rushed, and I have some fluff to remove. But that’s what rewrites are for.  I have introduced Simon,  Topher,  and Max. If you missed it click on their names to check it out. Last week we had a first for Topher. You can find that here.

This will be standalone.  I made it so those that don’t care for MM romance can enjoy Baseball bats and Cowboy Hats and those that don’t care for M/F and read only M/M can enjoy this one without needing to read BaseBall Bats and Cowboy hats. It has been a challenge to write in real-time with the other book and not make it sound like the same book. This is entirely a different story.  This way those of us that like to read both genres can read both books and not get the same thing twice.  Another challenge for me is this one is a lot steamier than I usually write. Topher is quite the character and experimenting to find himself. Another difficulty is this is my first M/M/ M story.  Lots of firsts for me. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have written it. I hope to have it out late next year after Baseball Bats and Cowboy hats debuts.

I don’t know if I will continue posting from this story or what comes next. Stop by next Tuesday to see.

WARNING: There is man on man sex involved, and it may be a little steamy. If this isn’t for you. I understand. 

This Is Simon’s first date with Max. I hope you can see the contrast of characters.

Simon Plus Two Copyright 2016

 

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Sunday comes not fast enough yet too fast. Mark still hasn’t come back to the farm. Annie says she gave him some time off, telling him Ike and I could handle it. She didn’t offer any information, and I was too ashamed to ask. I guess I will need to call him if he doesn’t come back Monday.
Max wanted to come pick me up. After a couple of times, my GPS rerouted me I wish I had taken him up on it. I was emotionally a wreck when I arrived an hour later.
“I was getting worried you changed your mind. You weren’t answering any texts.”
“Sorry, I don’t text and drive. I got rerouted twice.”
“Yeah the GPS isn’t very good finding country roads and drives.”
“We ran into that on the drive to Annie’s. That was a nightmare.”
“Where did you drive in from?”
“West Virginia.”
“Is that where your from?”
“No. That’s one of my parent’s summer homes. Our main home is in Colorado. He owns a few resorts around the country. They travel a lot.”
“Wow, that sounds cool.”
I shrug. I guess it is if you aren’t used to it.
“Was he gone a lot when you were little.”
“Not really. He worked from home a lot; he did have to see investors, board meetings, and stuff. He tried to do a lot of the traveling when I was out of school and took mom and me along.”
“How about you? Where are you from.”
“I’m from here. Born and bred. Dad has a farm. Mom is a veterinarian.”
“That’s cool. That s what I am studying to be.”
Max smiled. “You ready to ride?”
TJ’s remarks mixed with the wicked grin on Max’s face made me blush.
He led me to a barn behind the house. He had two horse already saddled waiting. Both had saddle bags on as well.
“This is Ginger” he pointed to a lovely red quarter horse with white markings. “You will be riding her.”
“This big boy is Ace.” He patted the head of a Large black horse with white on his head and rump. ”He is a mix of this and that.”
“Do you know how to ride?”
“Yeah but it been a long time.”
He helped me mount. “Ginger is a gentle horse and will follow Ace and me.”
We rode at a slow pace, Max pointing out different things on the property. We came to a narrow creek and Max pulled us to a stop. I was glad when we dismounted. My butt is aching like crazy. My thighs were worse.
“This is beautiful.”
Max stared at me as I stretched. “Yeah it is.” Max’s voice was low and husky.
He turned quickly unpacking a blanket and some food. He handed ma a water bottle which I gladly accepted.
“I hope you don’t mind mostly meat and bread. I didn’t want to chance slaw or potato salad, and that canned stuff is nasty.” He wrinkled his nose.
We sat down with fried chicken thighs and legs, bread and fruit. Max gave each of the horses an apple to munch on.
“We talked a little about our likes and dislikes. I found he and I liked most of the same movies, and things. He evens likes the holiday shows on Hallmark and loves the cooking channel. I found he did most of the remodeling of his house and couldn’t wait to see it. After we had eaten, Max wrapped me in his arms, and we laid looking at the clouds, trees, and water.
We took a different route back t the house. I was amazed at how peaceful it is out here. I always considered myself a city boy, until we got to Annie’s. Now here at Max’s, I could see myself here.
We worked together brushing the horses down and putting them up for the evening.
“Can you stay a little longer?” he asked. “I’d like to show you the house.
“I would love to.”
He took my hand as we walked down the lane to the small, quaint-looking home. You could tell it was very old. I was shocked when we entered. I had expected a bachelor pad with state of the art appliances, and gigantic masculine decor. Instead, it fitted to the house. The kitchen had new appliances all white. The cabinets were painted a soft green. Not wood and chrome I expected. The windows had soft curtains in a darker green, checked pattern. The table was a retro 70’s in good condition. The living room was a little more modernly furnished with a wooden tv stand that looked like a fireplace and large TV on top. Facing it was a plush suede couch framed by two matching chairs.
He showed me to a bathroom down the hall. I noticed a staircase. I guess his room is up there.
I washed up and met him in the living room. He was sitting on the couch. I sat beside him.
“Can I kiss you, Simon?”
I nodded. Max leaned over me touching his lips to mine. We kissed softly. I could feel his heart beating fast against my chest. He licked my bottom lip I gasped, and his tongue darted in. He leaned me down onto the soft sofa, stretching his massive body over mine. I could feel his erection pressing against me. Our kiss grew deeper, more passionate. I could kiss him forever.
“Jeez, Simon. I want you.” He breathed huskily against my neck as he trailed kisses down. I tensed beneath him. There is no way I could get this man off me in the position we were in. One hand trailed down to my shirt lifting it. The calloused hand felt good on my smooth skin. He explored my stomach, easing up to my chest, avoiding my nipples.
“Simon, can I touch you.”
“Yes. Please.” I begged. I wanted him. All my fears vanished. If he was asking to touch my nipples he wouldn’t do anything I didn’t ok.
He raised up, took off his shirt. “ Is this ok?” I nodded. Can I take yours off? I nodded again. I sat up removed my T-shirt. He scooted me up until my head rested on one of the couch arms. Knelt taking off my shoes, easing my legs back up onto the sofa.
“You look so good stretched out on my couch, Simon. I have thought about this since our first date.”
He knelt back on the couch, moving me more to the center, straddling me, he eased back down. He kissed me again, his hands trailing on my bare chest. I jumped when he twisted my nipple.
“Did I hurt you?’
It hurt yet it felt good. I wasn’t sure how to answer. Wet heat engulfed the tingling nub. I bucked up into his body. He nipped and licked as I bucked under him. “You like this.” It was no longer a question.
I began kissing his neck exploring his wide shoulders with my hands. I felt a firm hand on my length. I paused for a moment. I still had my jeans on. He moved his hand.
I realized I wanted that heat back. I took his hand and guided it back. R He raised his head gazing at me in question.
“Tell me what you want Simon.”
“I don’t know,” I whispered.
He sat back up pulling me up beside him. He unfastens his pants; then unzips mine.
Touch me Simon. The soft command in his voice sent shivers all trough me. He Slid his hand beneath the waistband of my briefs. “Well, well. My Simon isn’t little all over.”
I slid my hand into his boxer briefs. He wasn’t all that little either. He raised me up pushing my jeans and underwear down, doing the same with his. He began a slow pace, rubbing me. I followed him. His mouth met mine. The scent of man and sex filled the room. Heavy breathing and moans were a sexy music. I could feel my balls draw up. “SIMON!” Max shouted as warmth filled my hand, pushing me over the edge with him.
“Damn baby that was good.” He panted, Standing he pushed the jeans off, walking down the hall. He came back with a warm cloth.
I pulled my clothes back up after he gently cleaned me. “Simon I know this is fast. If it’s too fast just say so.”
I sat wondering what he was talking about. I guess my mind hadn’t come back from the high.
“Will you consider dating me.”
“I thought we have been dating.” I grinned. We’ve been out three times in one week.
“I want you to be my boyfriend. Mine.”
I wanted that too.

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I hope you can see how different each of these men are. Does Simon come off as too sweet and Naive? Is it too fast for Max and Simon to begin a relationship?

Cat’s Meow~~Reviews That Purr~~GhostWriters @Mickey

Cat's Meow Reviews That purr books

Hi Ya’ll Welcome back to the Cat’s Meow~~Reviews that Purr.  You will see a few changes in how I am doing things now, but I will talk about that in a later post. Today I have the pleasure of having the amazing Mickey J Corrigan. She has a very unique voice and her stories are interesting and have a touch of humor. Take a look at the excerpt and my review and I will let you judge for yourself. I asked Mickey where she got her inspiration for this story. Here is what she told me. 

My Inspiration for the story:
The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger is one of my all-time favorite novels. When the author died in 2010, I wondered if his estate would release the novels he had held back from publication during his lifetime. Rumors had circulated for years about a sequel to his classic story about a young man hanging out in Manhattan while slowly (and somehow hilariously) falling apart. In 2013, a documentary on the reclusive author was released and the producers claimed his unpublished novels would follow. So far, they haven’t.
In my novel The Ghostwriters, a young writer meets the ghost of the famous novelist JD Balinger, who convinces her to help him write a sequel to his classic novel The Watcher in the Sky. Jacy McMasters has some issues she’s dealing with, and they come to a head while she’s ghostwriting with her ghost.

I have done quite a bit of ghostwriting, some for minor celebrities. I can imagine what it would be like to ghostwrite with a top author. Not easy! Especially if he was dead.

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Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Length: 194 pages

Genre: Mainstream Thriller (New Adult, Contemporary Romance, Psychological Thriller)

 

Jacy McMasters is ghostwriting a book with a famous author—a recently deceased one. A struggling writer living in Manhattan, Jacy is the first to admit she’s a terrific liar and a screw-up. Then the ghost of the famous novelist JD Balinger asks her to “channel” a follow-up to his classic coming of age book The Watcher in the Sky. Along with her new boyfriend, a bear of a man who has no patience for mind games, the ghost in Jacy’s head forces her to confront a lifetime of secrets—dark secrets. Secrets she’s been keeping from herself.

 

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When I woke up the next day, I felt awful. My eyes were swollen shut so I had to tumble out of bed and crawl through clustering dust-devils to the bathroom. I’d suffered worse hangovers after overindulging, but there was a real sharp edge to this one. When I steamed my eyes open with a hot wash cloth, I noticed it right away.

I was still hallucinating.

“You look bad, Jacy my girl,” JD said from his cross-legged perch on my wicker laundry hamper. “First thing we need to do is ease back on the hard core boozing.”

I screamed once or twice before he uncrossed his spidery limbs and said, “Don’t be a ninny. You know who I am, that I come from you. From your own deranged mind. So what’s the sense of yelling, disturbing your neighbors?”

He had a point. I calmed a little and said, “You may be an illusion, my illusion. But that does not mean you can stay in my bathroom while I shower.”

He shrugged, brushed by me on his way out. “I’ll make coffee. And when you come out, all fresh and bright-eyed, we’ll discuss how I can save you. Help dislodge you from your habitual cycle of wanton, destructive choices. No more dabbling. Time for you to shed your loser image, child. It is high time. Take my word.”

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MY REVIEW

5 purrs

The Ghostwriters is a fun story with some surprising twists and lots of humor. I loved the unique characters and how Jacy wasn’t a perfect, happy-go-lucky girl, but depressed, down on her luck and a lush. She felt realistic. As I was reading, there were things that slightly confused me, but as the story went on it explained itself.

If you are looking for something different, likes the mysterious, ghosts, a touch of romance, girls down on their luck, lots of twists and turns you will love this.

Meet Mickey

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Originally from Boston, Mickey J. Corrigan lives and writes in the lush ruins of South Florida. Recent books include the edgy novellas in The Hard Stuff series (Whiskey Sour NoirVodka WarriorTequila Dirty, and RealLife Rum) and the spoofy crime novels The Blow Off and Ex-Treme Measures—all from The Wild Rose Press. Salt Publishing will release Project XX, a crime novel, in 2017.

You Can Stalk Mickey at  

www.mickeyjcorrigan.com

www.goodreads.com/author/show/5828647.Mickey_J_Corrigan
http://mickeyjcorrigan.tumblr.com/

 

What are ya waiting for? Go grab a copy!  It’s fun!

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