Lyn Cash's Blog

It's not that I haven't enjoyed this one--it's that I haven't been writing as Lyn Cash for a while. Therefore, I'm killing the blog and moving to another one, where I hope you'll join me if you're of a like mind. This one is to be about a writer's journey…yours, mine, somebody else's. Readers who know me as Bobbie Cole should recognize me, as should friends who know me as Sunny.


Hope to see you there on March 1st. God bless.


Bobbie (Sunny) Cole
~ the adventure begins in March ~
http://safariofthewriterssoul.blogspot.com/

Ever had donut cravings in the middle of the night? Well, here's what it'll get ya. Son & DIL sent me in for a donut run, and there were 4 of the cutest kids horsing around in Quick Trip, taking photos of one another, just having fun. Old gal here got pulled into one of them. So here's a shout out to Marshall (to my left) and Pat (to my right)...and a hello to the girls, Kelsey and...ack...I've forgotten a name. But hopefully one of them will see the blog and let me know. SORRY!
Pat, if I understood, just won a state championship in wrestling. Wow. Having moved from Stillwater, Oklahoma a few years ago (hello...Wrestling Hall of Fame), I can appreciate the hard work and dedication that takes.
I haven't talked to anyone their age for that long since I last taught in college. Should I put these kids in a book, or what?! Maybe once I get back from Australia.
Hawt guys and their incredibly sweet girl friends...not what I'd expected to find when I walked through those doors, but I'm glad I did. They made my day.
~ Sunny

Merry Christma, Happy Hanukkah, and everything else you celebrate. I haven't dropped off the planet, just been busy, then sick, holidays, writing, the usual. I've mailed my packages, haven't filled out a single Christmas card but at least did the packages. Everything here will be rather low key during the winter holidays, but...more on what's coming up in another post.

For now, just let me announce that my Harlequin Carina Press romantic suspense is now in paperback and was selected for Harlequin's Reader Services, meaning it is AVAILABLE in paperback for anyone who goes to the site. If anyone is interested, it's here (and I've forgotten how to do the hidden link thingie, sorry): http://www.harlequin.com/storeitem.html?iid=25028

Color me happy. *smile*

Again, all the best for a marvelous holiday.
~ Sunny/Bobbie

[image error] Literally. We writers are such weird sorts anyway. I'd forgotten I'd submitted this, but I DID, a few months ago. While flitting back and forth from this male/male novel to that romantic suspense, a girl gets squirrely and has to write something "different". I not only made the sale, but my story is the lead one. Title in the upper left corner. July issue, on the stands now. *grin*

Have a good day, everyone. More later...

~ Sunny Bob

I've been a slug on my own blog, and I don't have anything wonderful to say about myself today, but I promise to have a new post up soon with at least something funny or interesting SOON. For now, if you would, pop over to Cash Cole's blog and read a humorous interview Hunter Raines has done with one of the characters from Paradise Found. = )
http://cashcole.blogspot.com/

Have a good Memorial Day. Stay Safe!~ Sunny

But if I can't make it to my BLOG, I'm wondering...why bother? Ya know? How do those of you who Tweet, and update Facebook and My Space DO this? I get so bogged down with the should haves in a writer's life that every now and then I have a grade A, homogenized meltdown if the media aspect detracts me from my writing.
That said, TPTB at Harlequin are right. My romantic suspense that debuted Monday was #5 that day for sales. I have no way of knowing for sure whether the Tweets they did and the Facebook promo is the cause or if it's simply that several people were waiting or surprised that I'd gotten off my butt and had a book out. But...I'll give H's marketing strategies the kudos.
I took a leave of absence from my life a while back. Was rather interesting. I came to the conclusion that i was doing too much of what didn't feed my soul. The results? I made a commitment (yes, another one) to quit smoking. Oh, bite me. I can do this. I also refrained from critiquing anyone else for several weeks until I had a come to Jesus meeting with my muse, who kicked my whiny ass.
* * *Therefore, I've also been writing my buns off. Short stories, 1st chapter of a new women's fiction, a male/male romance or two. Should have news in a bit on a couple of submissions. One debuts next week. Ack. Another launch day.
* * *I'm amazed at my friends who put up with my obnoxiously harsh critiques of their own work. I do not derive pleasure from those. I simply want them to put forth their best effort when they submit, but i take things too far. I try keeping that thought in mind whenever they blast away at my work. Color me shocked that they still want me back after my self-imposed exile.
* * *
I'm equally astonished if they like something and publicly say so. Lol. Gretchen Jones did a review of Memories Of You and posted this to Amazon. My humble thanks to her.
I'm looking forward to spring weather, not just the calendar telling me that the snow we're to get tomorrow is ACTUALLY DURING SPRING. Maybe I just need to adjust my attitude a little further before gearing up for BBQ weather, sandals, and sunny dispositions. Maybe the weather has nothing to do with my snarky 'tude.
Then again...maybe it does.
Hope your week has gone well.
Sunny Bob The Industrious

In my first novel for Carina Press, Memories of You, protagonist Charlene Vargas works cold cases for the Houston PD, and when one case dovetails with the disappearance of her boyfriend, resolving both cases puts her in danger. Seth has a new face, given to him after a tragic automobile accident. What's worse, he doesn't remember the woman who can't forget him. Somehow his memory loss is connected to her cold case, and a killer is determined that neither discover who Seth really is and why he was resurrected after the car crash as someone else with a new name and face.
Memories Of You, release date: March 21, 2011
ISBN: 978-14268-9134-2
Price: $4.99


Cover Artist: Frauke Spanuth

Totally inspiring people who helped me get this book into print:
Heather Rae Scott, who told me to write it
Carla Cassidy, who made damn sure I DID write it
Gretchen Jones who provided transportation and beer
Heather Snow who provided the lake house, breakfast, and a kick in the butt
Members of MARA who encouraged me
Jackie Bannon who drove me everywhere but nuts
Angela James who took another chance on me
Melissa Johnson, my fabulous editor
Aideen O'Leary Chung, Emma Cunningham, & other terrific Carina Press staff
and the other MARVELOUS authors of Not Your Usual Suspects
(romantic suspense authors for Carina Press)
...the list is long...and I owe a huge thank you to all of these folks!
To read an excerpt, buy, or just gawk at a bigger cover:http://ebooks.carinapress.com/80433746-792D-4DEB-8B0E-B215C6AAEC6D/10/134/en/ContentDetails.htm?ID=0AB88471-8D45-4F82-A059-96EF2BC89446

I haven't been able to shrink that sign. Haven't been here to blog in ages. Forgive me. Social media just ain't my thing. I love keeping in touch, love it when folks email me or post here, whatever, but I feel tongue-tied when I go to post.

Right now...let's see...

I have two books out this month. One is a male/male for Resplendence. (Thank you Carol Lynn for kicking my ass). Another is a romantic suspense for Carina Press. I shall have more info on both of them later this month. I PROMISE.

Hope the rest of you are doing okay this month. It's March - yay! Spring is just around the proverbial corner. Think we just had our last snow of the season earlier this week, so temps will be warming up.

I'm plotting new books. Planning trips for later in the year. Won't be attending RT convention this year. Some of you may have read, but my buddy Alexis Fleming's spouse passed away a few weeks ago, so things are pretty unsettled with her, and she's my RT buddy. Major hugs to Alex.

Let's see...there's the RWA conference. Dunno if I can make that one or not either. Cost is astronomical to attend these things nowadays. Love going. Just *wince* hate that cost.

And there's a new conference with m/m readers and writers, editors and reviewers. That one is GayRomLit, and it will be held this year in New Orleans. VERY affordable. So I'd like to go to that one in October.

And that's it for this one. I shall return...
S

http://notyourusualsuspects.blogspot....

Take a look at Wednesday's post over on Not Your Usual Suspects. Those of you who write murder/mystery/thriller material...answer the question at the bottom of the post if you will. - hehehehe - Just don't mention any NAMES if you've killed off the same person more than once.

Yes, I snagged a photo or two of friends to add to that other blog.

And for those who are shaking their heads...I KNOW...two blog posts in a week? Something must be up with the blogger. Well, sort of. I've just made a determined effort to pop in more often. Now if I can just get to the blogs I want to VISIT...

I accidentally deleted my old blog info in the template while screwing around with "let's see how this looks" - who knew that Blogger would permanentely disfigure the place?! Somewhere on my hard drive there's a copy of all the blogs I used to visit so I can find them again.

In the meantime, I do know how to visit my own and will try to do so more often.

Today is baking day. I plan on pumpkin loaf, banana loaf, pumpkin COOKIES (thanks to Anita, a friend in south Texas who sent me her pumpkin recipe book!!!), chocolate chip cookies, peanut butter cookies, and something else. Oh, yeah. Something a bit less sweet. Fried chicken tenders, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans with Herbs Du Province. (Did I spell that right?)

The Boy is in Las Vegas for a business trip, so The Girl and I are on our own. She doesn't have long for lunch, so I'd better get busy cooking.

Have a great day, everyone.
~ Sunny

While I force myself not to make New Year's resolutions, I invariably gravitate toward them, and not in a good way. I berate myself for not having done this or that the previous year (or decade), I loathe the blank page when dozens of "should have done" or "should do now" messages float through my brain. I curse the first cigarette or a day that passes without my having walked a considerable way toward improving my health.

Not this year. A friend of the family visited - one who loves being a domestic goddess - and every time she wanted to make pancakes or pick up something, I bigod let her. So she doesn't put the toilet seat down. Her pancakes are divine, and I love her company.

Did I smoke? Bite your tongue. Did I walk? Heavens, no...it's too friggin' cold. But did I enjoy myself? Absolutely. I read good books (Thank you, Carol Lynne and Sarah Ban Breathnach), ate well (Thank you, Jen), did some stretches, bought a Pilates CD, shopped till I dropped, and made a To Do list rather than a God-You-Suck-So-You'd-Better-Do-These-NOW list.

What's on my To Do list? Bake gingerbread. Every article online, every word of mouth newsfeed, and every intuitive bone in my body tells me to pick up Home Cooking and More Home Cooking, written by a novelist who happened to write two cookbooks before she passed away. Laurie Colwin. Her gingerbread recipe has made it into several books by other authors, so even if I'm the only one who'll eat it, I'm making it. I'm also thawing chicken to make either her roast chicken recipe or the baked one. Then as soon as I can get to the grocery store for supplies, I'm trying her baked spinich casserole.

I'm also pampering myself. The facial scrubs and potions, foot massages, hot tea or cocoa in bed before I retire, and warm, fuzzy clothing that caresses my skin.

This one isn't new, but I'm enjoying it, nonetheless. I call my father almost every morning. Sometimes he gets an evening call, but usually I start the day with talking with the old guy. He's a hoot, a lot of fun, with a dry wit and some interesting stories. He's one of those people who doesn't say much most of the time, but peeling back the layers of memories he has just thrills me. Now and then he'll offer up a story that fires my imagination and makes me want to write.

On my To Do for today was to blog. I totally suck at this. Rarely do I tell myself "hey, I think I'll spill my guts for cyberspace". Now I'm of a mind that if it gets my fingers busy typing, and if Pop fires my imagination, and if friends keep me supplied with books and coffee, I'm bound to write more in 2011 than I did in 2010.

So thanks for reading, whoever you are. And if anything I say motivates you to write - or even think - then good.

Have a spectacular day...
Sunny Bob