Tuesday, November 29, 2011

There is nothing like Mom's lap no matter who you are. This is precious!!!!
This is a newborn offspring of Taskin, a Gypsy Stallion owned by
Villa Vanners of Oregon.
These pictures were taken immediately after his birth on April 6.
The mare laid down, and then he trotted around and crawled right up into her lap.






Monday, November 28, 2011

Monday Man Candy


I don't like the bikini cut but I sure like the boxer briefs on the stud muffin in the middle. And while he might not be built like any of the men below, he's got some sexy legs!

Does this make up for missing last week's man candy?

Friday, November 25, 2011

What an honor!

Guess what! I just got a message from my publisher at Whiskey Creek Press and my book cover for Someone to Love Me is featured in our 2012 Whiskey Creek Press Torrid calendar! How cool is that? I didn't even know it was being considered. Check it out here. It's beautiful and there's a link that allows you to view all 12 months.           

A Great Household Tip Ladies:)

Always keep several get well cards on the mantlepiece so if unexpected guests arrive,they will think you've been sick, and unable to clean.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

HAPPY THANKSGIVING MY FRIENDS!


Enjoy your holiday!

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL IS SOMEONE WHO STIRS THE POT AND THEN STANDS BACK TO WATCH IT BOIL.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Around the World with Virginia Campbell



"A FLAVORFUL ADVENTURE AWAITS!"




The Netherlands is a small country nestled between Belgium and Germany on the North Sea Coast. Over half of the landmass is below sea level which necessitates the need for the historic Dutch levees and dykes to hold the encroaching water at bay. The national government comprises three main institutions: the Monarch, the Council of Ministers, and the States General (parliament). There also are local governments. The Dutch are primarily of Germanic stock with some Gallo-Celtic mixture. Their homeland frequently has been threatened with destruction by the North Sea and has often been invaded by the great European powers. Julius Caesar found the region which is now the Netherlands inhabited by Germanic tribes in the first century B.C. The capital city is Amsterdam, located in the province of North Holland. Dutch is the official language of the Netherlands.



Classic Dutch houses in Zaans Schans, a popular tourist destination just 20 minutes by train from Amsterdam

Traditional Dutch cuisine may be simple, wholesome and hearty, but the variety of food on offer in Amsterdam is huge and influenced by culinary styles from across the globe. The Netherlands was once a major colonial power and its trading ships brought back exotic ingredients, ideas and people from former colonies to settle. Dutch chefs branched out and tried new flavors, and as such, "fusion" food has long been a feature of Amsterdam's menus. From its street-corner fish-stalls to its cafés and top-flight gourmet restaurants, eating out in Amsterdam can be full of surprises. Over 50 national cuisines are represented, offering a sometimes bewildering variety of choice and good value for money. The heaviest influences are due to historic ties to France and Indonesia. The quality varies, and the range of foods on offer is vast, from Vietnamese to Lebanese, Thai to Greek, Indian to Turkish, Moroccan to Japanese. Indeed, it is difficult to find a country whose cuisine is not represented by some restaurant in the Netherlands. There is also an infinite variety in the range of food, contents, presentation and price. The majority of ethnic restaurants are situated in larger towns and cities, but even in the countryside their numbers are steadily increasing.

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With agriculture taking precedence, many of the traditional Dutch dishes include lots of vegetables as opposed to meat, and draw heavily on dairy products. The locals practice fishing and farming, producing their own crops and keeping domesticated animals. It is for this reason that the vegetarian count in the country is very high. Holland produces the most well known cuisine from the country. The most famous product is the Hollandse nieuwe (soused herring) which is caught on the coast and served with onions. Mussels are also popular. A lot of cheese is made here, with the most prominent being Gouda, Edam and Leerdammer. Fresh seafood, including mussels and shrimps, is a speciality. Zeeuwse bolus, a sweet bread covered with caramelized sugar and spices such as cinnamon is also greatly enjoyed.


Windmills are said to have existed in Holland from about 1200. Manpower or horse-power was insufficient, just as for the pumping of the polders and the drainage of the lakes; rivers or brooks with a fall sufficient to supply the requisite power for industrial purposes by the use of a water-wheel did not exist in Holland. The only natural source of power available in these regions to an abundant degree was the wind. This natural form of energy, which was freely available every day, was utilized by the inhabitants on a huge scale; because of this, the construction of windmills was raised to a high degree of mechanical perfection.


The typical Dutch menu offers good, solid fare. Pork, hams and all kinds of sausages are popular, while the North Sea provides plenty of fresh fish, especially cod, herring and mackerel, as well as its own variety of tiny brown shrimps. Leafy green vegetables, such as cabbage, endive (chicory) and curly kale make regular appearances, frequently mashed with the ubiquitous potato. Sauerkraut arrived from Germany long ago and is now considered a native dish. The world famous Gouda and Edam cheeses are sold at various stages of maturity, and with flavorings such as cloves, cumin or herbs.


Surprisingly, the Netherlands was not the first place to grow the tulip. As early as 1,000 AD, the Turks were cultivating tulips; their source was the mountainous region of central Asia that borders Russia and China. Many believe the flower was named for its resemblance to turbans worn in the Middle East. “Turban” in Latin becomes “tulipa.” Dutch tulip history began in 1593 when botanist Carolus Clusius discovered tulips growing in Vienna, and began cultivating them in the Netherlands. A group of “enterprising” Dutchmen stole a portion of Clusius’ collection and cultivated the seeds for sale. Initially, the tulip was a rarity only the very wealthy could afford. By 1624 the price of one Rembrandt-type tulip reached the equivalent of $1,500. The time between 1634 and 1637, commonly known as “Tulipmania,” is often compared to the Stock Market surge of the 1920’s. In 1637, tulip trading crashed, leaving many of the rich instantly impoverished. Despite these challenges, the Dutch have managed to maintain a commercial devotion to the tulip. Today the Netherlands produces three billion tulip bulbs each year, two billion of which are exported. The U.S. is the top importer of tulip bulbs.


Old Delftware , was made as early as the 16th century. It was originally a low-fired earthenware, that was coated in a very thin opaque tin glaze with painted on blue or polychrome design. It was in the last half of the 19th century that the Delftware became commonly referred to as Delft. It acquired its name from the Dutch village of the same name, where it was being widely produced.

Wooden shoes have been popular in the Netherlands for about 700 years. Wooden shoe wearers claim the shoes are warm in winter, cool in summer and provide support for good posture. The wood also absorbs perspiration so that the foot can breathe. Wooden shoes, as icons of Dutch culture, appear in customs such as the practice of young Dutch men presenting their fiancees with a pair of carved wooden shoes.


Dutch chocolate is actually the name for a process known as "dutching," which is the removal of cocoa butter from cocoa beans. A Dutch chocolatier named Conrad J. Van Houten actually created a hydraulic machine in 1828 called the cocoa press that made the process easier, hence the term "dutching" and the name, Dutch chocolate. Part of the process of dutching is that after the cocoa butter is removed from the beans, it's treated with an alkalizing agent to give it a more mild flavor and change the color. (Extreme alkalizing products can effect the color of the cocoa so much that it can even appear to be black.) Dutch chocolate forms the basis for a lot of chocolate candy, ice cream, and baking cocoa. In addition, the alkalizing agent makes it easier to disperse in milk and other drinks.


Dutch cuisine has long been recognized for its bread and cheese, with the Netherlands renowned for their dairy produce. Some of the most famous cheeses are Edam and Leyden, which blend herbs and spices to create their strong yet distinctive flavors. Sugarbread and rye bread are eaten for breakfast or lunch as they are of a light consistency, whilst Kerststol is traditionally made for Christmas and consists of bread dough, sugar, dried fruits, and lemon/orange zest. Other Dutch delicacies include snert (a type of thick pea soup), stamppot (mashed potato and vegetables) and desserts such as vla (vanilla custard) or yogurt. The Netherlands exports the largest proportion of beer of any country in the world - approximately 50% of global production. There are three main brewery companies in the Netherlands: Heineken (which also brews Amstel), Groslch, and Bavaria.


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Have you visited the Netherlands? Are you of Dutch heritage and have some traditions and family stories to share? I hope you will enjoy this sampling of traditional Dutch recipes:


Dutch Bacon & Apple Pancakes
1 cup white flour (140 g)
1/4 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1 cup milk (250 ml)
1 egg
1 tsp butter
1 tsp oil
10 rashers of bacon, sliced into thin strips
3 crisp apples, thinly sliced

‘Suikerstroop’ (Dutch pancake syrup) or a syrup of your choice*

Mix the flour, baking powder, salt and a little of the milk to a smooth paste. Add the remaining milk gradually, while whisking. Add the egg, beating the mixture well. For a lighter texture, leave to rest for a few hours or overnight. Melt the butter and oil in a large frying pan and wait until it sizzles. Pour in enough of the mixture to cover the entire surface of the pan (spread the mixture evenly by tilting the pan). Bake until bubbles appear on the surface and turn over. Pancakes should be pale gold on both sides. Set aside. Fry bacon in the pan until crisp and/or cooked. Remove to a paper towel to drain. Now add the sliced apples to the bacon fat and caramelize. Drain on paper towels. Serve pancakes open-faced on the plate, top with apples and bacon and drizzle some suikerstroop on top.


*Dutch pancake syrup is a dark molasses-like syrup, but you could use golden syrup or maple syrup instead.


Asparagus Hollandaise
8 -10 asparagus spears per person (approx. 3.5 pounds/1.6 kilos for four people)
1 tsp salt
4 whole eggs & 4 egg yolks
8 slices boiled ham
4 tbsp dry white wine (e.g. Pinot Blanc d’ Alsace)
1 cup melted butter (100 g)
Pinch of nutmeg
1/2 tsp lemon juice
Pinch of salt and white pepper
2 tbsp finely chopped flat leaf parsley

Soak the asparagus in cold water as soon as you get them home. Rinse and peel with a potato peeler (start from just under the head and work your way down). Now cut the woody bit off the end (about 1/2"/1 cm). Place the asparagus and salt in a large pot, cover with cold water, and bring to the boil. Now temper the heat slightly and allow to simmer for about 10 minutes. Take off the heat and leave the asparagus in the hot water for a further 15-20 minutes, or until tender. Meanwhile, boil 4 of the eggs and chop finely. Slice the ham into fine strips.

For the Hollandaise, beat egg yolks and wine until foamy. Place on a low heat and beat continuously until the sauce thickens. Remove from the heat and add the melted butter in a thin trickle, while continuing to whisk. Add the nutmeg, lemon juice, salt and white pepper. Whisk again, and set aside.

Gently drain the cooked asparagus. Be careful not to damage the tender heads. Plate them up, making sure the asparagus are facing in the same direction, and top with the Hollandaise sauce, chopped ham and boiled eggs. Scatter parsley over and serve with the rest of the chilled wine.

 
Farmers Cheese Soup

4 tablespoons butter
1 cup finely chopped onions
2 medium-sized carrots, scraped and cut into ¼-inch dice
2 medium-sized boiling potatoes (about ½ pound), peeled and cut into ¼-inch dice
½ pound cauliflower, trimmed, washed and separated into small flowerets
¼ pound celery root (celeriac), peeled and cut into ¼-inch dice
1 quart chicken stock, fresh or canned
4 lean bacon slices
4 slices homemade-type white bread, cut about ½ inch thick and trimmed of all crusts
¼ pound imported Gouda cheese, cut into 1/8-inch slices

In a heavy 2- to 3-quart saucepan, melt the butter over moderate heat. Add the onions, carrots, potatoes, cauliflower and celery root. Stirring frequently, cook for about 5 minutes, then pour in the stock. Bring to a boil over high heat, partially cover the pan, and lower the heat. Simmer for 20 minutes, or until the vegetables are tender but not too soft. Meanwhile, in a heavy 12-inch skillet, fry the bacon over moderate heat until the slices are brown and crisp around the edges and have rendered most of their fat. With tongs, transfer the bacon slices to paper towels to drain. Add the slices of bread to the fat remaining in the skillet and fry until they are crisp and brown on both sides. Set the fried bread aside on paper towels to drain. Just before serving, preheat the broiler to its highest setting. Pour the soup into a ½- to 2-quart ovenproof tureen or casserole. Float the bacon slices on top of the soup and cover each of them with a slice of fried bread and then a slice of cheese, arranging them so they mask the surface of the soup. Slide the tureen or casserole under the broiler (the top of the tureen should be about 3 inches from the heat) and broil for 2 or 3 minutes, until the cheese melts and turns a delicate brown.


Speculaas (Dutch Windmill Cookies)


Dutch windmill cookies are traditionally made using wood cookie forms that have passed through the generations. Today, they can be made into any shape you like, using cookie cutters.

1 cup butter or 1 cup margarine
2 3/4 cups flour
1 1/2 cups packed brown sugar
1 eggs
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
1/2 cup finely chopped blanched almonds, divided

In a bowl, beat the butter 30 seconds or until softened. Combine the remaining ingredients, except for the almonds, in a small bowl. Add half of this mixture into the butter. Stir until mixed. Add the remaining flour mixture and 1/3 cup almonds and stir until mixed. Divide dough in half. On lightly floured surface roll one portion of the dough to 1/8" thickness. Cut into desired shapes, place on greased cookie sheet and decorate with remaining almonds (if desired). Repeat with second half of dough. Bake at 350 degrees 8-10 minutes, or until browned. Cool on cookie sheet one minute. Remove and allow to cool.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

To Show My Gratitude!


Dear Readers,

 I truly appreciate your support and without you let's face it, I wouldn't be here. There are 190 other blog hosts doing the same thing between now and November 27th. So hop on the train. Some lucky person will receive an autographed copy of one of my print books, their choice, a 2012 calendar, a candle and a few other goodies! Be sure and leave a comment so I'll know you've been here. And follow me on twitter. That's it!

Link to where you can find the other hosts also showing their gratitude.
http://iamareadernotawriter.blogspot.com/2011/10/november-giveaway-hop_08.html

Twitter
http://twitter.com/#!/ToryRichards

Good luck!

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Ok, can someone please explain to me why one side of the road the speed limit sign says 55 but on the other side it says 65? I take a toll road home sometimes and just noticed this the other day. Don't you think that's weird?

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Men!

Over the weekend I had some work done in the house. An ex brother-in-law and his son-in-law did the work for me. And like when they enclosed the double car garage into a room for me a year ago, they did a top notch job, at a very reasonable price. While fitting in a new closet door they had to remove some of the baseboard. Of course, he used some loud tool and not only did it stink but it made a mess. Dust went every where. But I knew they'd clean it up before leaving.

So...I'm sitting in my chair, working on the computer and watching syfy, when I hear them begin to clean up. First the tools, and garbage. Then they broke out the vacuum. I had a couple area rugs down and I glanced over just in time to see my ex brother-in-law pick one up and then proceed to shake it out. Not just a little. But like you might do when you take it out.

My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I snapped at him, that's not something you do in the house! He was making a bigger mess because all the dust and saw dust was flying all over the furniture, where as before it was mostly on the carpet. He just kind of chuckled like it was no big deal. His son-in-law and I exchanged a look and just shook our heads with disbelief.

Oh, they cleaned up their mess. But left a mess for me to clean up in the process. And it occurred to me, my hubby does the same thing. I honestly believe they have no clue what all we do to keep a house clean. Example: A conversation between hubby and me one afternoon.

It was a Saturday and I was puttering around the house. Hubby was sitting in his chair watching TV. I have an antique crock collection and was in the process of wiping them down, as well as the shelves they were on.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Cleaning," I respond.

"Why are you doing that?"

I looked at him...and smiled. "Why do you think? They're dirty. How do you think the house stays clean? I just twitch my nose and bam, everything is done?"

"I've never seen you clean them before."

He should never have got me started. "There are a lot of things you don't see me do around here, but the house is clean isn't it?  And we both know that you didn't do it."

He shut up and went back to watching his TV show.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Monday Man Candy

Oh ladies...he's got that smoldering, I've got to have you now look going on! He might be a little too pretty for my tastes but I love those eyes!


Sunday, November 13, 2011

Hey folks! I just added an excerpt for The Mercenary Way on the coming soon page, link above. I hope you enjoy it.

Friday, November 11, 2011

My Veteran

My soul mate is a WWII vet. I don't imagine there are too many of them still around today. He lied about his age in order to enlist. He doesn't talk much about his service, and over the years I've caught bits and pieces. I know he served on a carrier, and survived a sinking ship. He's intensely interested in the History channel when they showcase WWII stories. Once in a while he'll look at me and say, "I was there."

Bottle of Wine

A woman and a man are involved in a car accident on a snowy, cold Monday morning; it's a bad one. Both of their cars are totally demolished, but amazingly neither of them is hurt. God works in mysterious ways.

After they crawl out of their cars, the man is yelling about women drivers
.

The woman says, 'So, you're a man. That's interesting. I'm a woman. Wow, just look at our cars! There's nothing left, but we're unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should be friends and live in peace for the rest of our days.'

Flattered, the man replies, 'Oh yes, I agree completely, this must be a sign from God! But you're still at fault...women shouldn't be allowed to drive.'

The woman continues, 'And look at this, here's another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of wine didn't break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune. She hands the bottle to the man.


The man nods his head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle and then hands it back to the woman.
The woman takes the bottle, puts the cap back on and hands it back to the man.

The man asks, 'Aren't you having any?'

The woman replies, 'No. I think I'll just wait for the police...'

MORAL OF THE STORY:
Women are clever, evil bitches. Don't mess with us.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Please Welcome Author Rebecca Royce


As a teenager, Rebecca Royce would hide in her room to read her favorite romance novels when she was supposed to be doing her homework. She hopes, these days, that her parents think it was well worth it.


Rebecca is the mother of three adorable boys and is fortunate to be married to her best friend. They live in northern New Jersey and try not to freeze too badly during the winter months.

She's in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and tries to use all of these elements in her writing. She's been told she's a little bloodthirsty so she hopes that when you read her work you'll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. Rebecca loves to write series because she loves to see characters develop over time and it always makes her happy to see her favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In Rebecca Royce's world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

http://www.rebeccaroyce.com/
http://www.rebeccaroyce.blogspot.com/

As Rebecca's hostess today I had a few questions for her.
How did you come up with the title Love Beyond Sanity?

Every book in the Outsider series will start with the words Love Beyond. The first book, Love Beyond Time, was titled because that was Isabelle’s particular power and because their love had sustained over time and distance.

For each title, I tried to come up a reason that the last word would be present in the title. Love Beyond Sanity refers to two things. Number one, Charma’s particular talent is healing the emotional burdens of people with mental health issues. She gets into their heads and removes their burdens. The problem? She carries part of their pain with her and begins to question her own mental health. Jason doesn’t know he’s an Outsider so he assumes his ‘delusions’ are just that: delusions. Being a man used to logical deduction, he simply decides to stop having them, which is how he ends up abandoning Charma at the beginning of the story. She assumes he is long dead. Thus, Sanity seemed to be the most logical title. I think of each of the books by the last word in their title.

Time
Sanity
Loyalty
Sight

…..
Name five things in your bucket list.
They all involve travel.
Italy, Greece, China, Australia, and St. Lucia to name a few.

What's your guilty pleasure?
The Kardashians

What's the hardest thing you've ever had to overcome?
I’m dyslexic. I don’t know that I’ve overcome it but I’ve learned to compensate for it. I think that’s been pretty tough.

If you could bring back one person who's passed away, anyone, who would it be and what would you ask them? It doesn't have to be anyone you knew.
I miss my father-in-law. I’d like to bring him back just to say hello.

What's your favorite animal and why?
Siamese Cats. I grew up with them. I love them.

Who's your hero?
My Mom. I think she’s just a great lady.

What's the one thing you do to pamper yourself?Hot baths and red wine.

What's your favorite movie of all time and why?
The Usual Suspects. I just think its so perfectly done.

If there's one thing you could do over again, differently, what would that be?
Um. How do I pick just one??


Blurb - Eighteen years earlier, Charma lost her destined soul mate. Convinced he must be dead, she kept her fears to herself so as not to destroy the morale of the Outsiders who already live with a shaky prophecy as their only guide.



Dr. Jason Randall is a man used to getting what he wants. There has never been a problem he couldn't out think or a situation he wasn't capable of handling.


Now they are both hunted by not one but two demons as they lead the slowly forming group of Outsiders out of the darkness and back into the light. The two strong souls will have to decide if prophecy alone is enough reason to stay together through insane odds...or if love is their true fate.

Excerpt - No, she was not nuts. He was here. The nameless man—she'd never learned his name—who had been made for her, chosen for her in heaven was in this room.


And, she had felt him die. Felt it the night he hadn't come to their secret garden. It had been like someone had taken a sledge hammer and demolished half of her body and soul with one hit. She'd known he was dead.

Alone. That was how she'd felt. With other people's problems filling her days, nights, and dreams.

Until now.

Had he been this way since he'd disappeared when he was twelve? Charma's eyes roamed his body for signs. Impossible. He looked too healthy. Muscle tone defined his body. He didn't look like a man who had been endlessly asleep on a bed. His eyes fluttered as if he was in deep REM sleep.

She cleared her throat, afraid to wake him but wanting to at the same time. "Hello."

Nothing. Charma's cheeks warmed. Why had she assumed he'd respond to her? He was in a coma for goodness sake. She was going to have to do more than speak aloud to get his attention.

I live in Florida!

AMY S gave the correct answer first (Alaska) and is the winner! Congratulations! I'll be in touch with regard to your egift certificate.

I saw a state license plate while driving I-4 yesterday, and did a double take. First one who guesses from where correctly wins a $10.00 egift certificate to All Romance eBooks! November 12th at 12 noon my time is the last date I'm accepting answers. Good luck!

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Blog Hop and Prizes

ALL 37 OF YOU WERE CORRECT IN YOUR RESPONSES TO MY QUESTION. PLEASE EMAIL ME AT: TORY.RICHARDS@YAHOO.COM
TO CLAIM YOUR PRIZE
Two hundred and nine (209) blogs to follow and two hundred and nine (209) giveaways to be had! The link below will take you to the page where the list of blog urls are located! Each blog will have their own giveaway and how to enter into it. Mine is below.



Name the first book I wrote and had published under my pen name, Tory Richards. Everyone who guesses correctly will receive a free download!

ALL BOOKS ARE LISTED ON MY BOOKS PAGE LINK ABOVE!

Monday, November 7, 2011

Monday Man Candy


Yum! Now this is the beginning of a perfect Monday!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Please Welcome Author Shea McMaster!

I recently asked Shea to write a post on how to break writer's block and here's what she had to say.



How to Break Writer’s Block

A hammer usually works.

The kind of hammers I use are a bit different than what you find in the hardware section of the local store. In some ways these hammers are soft. Others are very blunt, a few are rapier sharp. Some hit harder than others. Some have curly hair, some straight. What am I talking about? My critique partners. My girls. Posse. Actually, we have another name for ourselves, but it doesn’t pass the PG-13 rating system. Nor do many of our discussions.

We sit down to lunch on a semi-regular basis and talk about our writing. If someone needs help breaking a block, the technique of choice is brainstorming, and that’s when the hammers come out. In our group everyone knows to keep an open mind and let the suggestions roll. Sometimes, when things are going well, the meeting carries over to a coffee house where we sit and talk, often until closing time. Since many of us do hand crafts at the same time, we also call it Knit and Crit. Or Second Tuesday where we discuss matters of craft. Writing craft.

Sound simple? Sound fun and effective? Actually, it’s terrifying when you’re the focus.

And as tough as being the focus can be, I’ve had great breakthroughs when things click. What it boils down to is concentrated brainstorming. Tossing out ideas, exploring options, accepting, rejecting or laughing over the suggestions has a way of blasting through whatever is holding back the flow. Especially when someone suggests all your story needs is a succubus or incubus. Like that works in most situations. Might as well throw in a zombie or two and you have a whole new storyline.

Even harder to bear, but in many ways more fulfilling, is moving out of the coffee shops and taking a road trip with two writer friends critiquing your ears off. Especially a trip of five hours. One way. If you’re the driver, you can’t go to sleep and tune your partners out. There is always the option of leaving them at the next gas station, but seriously, it’s not my style. And there are few gas stations along the Alaskan highways, especially in late November when there’s snow and ice on the ground. (Besides, once at our destination I got to take pictures of them while they drank tequila in a bar with local fishermen. It was worth the trip. One had a naughty tiara on her head.)

A road trip is particularly effective for brainstorming when people are jazzed and feeling creative. In fact, I have a specific example. I have one science fiction/futuristic story I’ve started five times. Five. It still has weak spots, but somewhere along that long road trip, two friends did help me find the perfect beginning. Somewhere in the dump is a paper placemat with the suggestions written in orange crayon when we stopped for lunch. Should have kept that placemat. Fortunately I have a pretty good memory.

The problem with brainstorming with hammers is the intensity. It can come close to feeling like an intervention. Or a lynching, with you as the lynchee. The only thing you can do is open your mind and consider the scenarios being tossed (hurled) at you.

On the flip side, one must return the brainstorming favor. Polite society says we must share the limelight from time to time, so you can’t always be the prima donna, although you really do deserve the attention. You have to give back, which oddly enough, will help kick loose even more ideas for your own writing. Amazing!

The give and take of a good critique group is what helped mold me as a writer. And continues to mold me. In fact, I’m a lovely shade of green. Almost ready for my zombie debut.

Okay, enough joking. Recently I had the very fortunate experience of once more having the attention of two writers and, while knitting and crocheting, they helped me finalize a few plot twists of my latest WIP. It was exhilarating. They know my writing well enough they were able to challenge me to write a different kind of heroine. Darn them. I like my heroines, but I suppose they have to have more variations than hair and eye color.

So, if you don’t yet belong to a group of writers with hammers, what can you do? Stay tuned to the tour to find out!

In the meantime, I’d love to hear some of the block breaking strategies that work for you. Post them in the comments.

Thank you so much for having me!
Shea McMaster
Traditional Romance for Modern Women



Rachel Dahlrumple
A Novel of Romantic Suspense.
Her husband's death is just the beginning of her marital woes.
Website: http://sheamcmaster.com
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Also Available From Shea
Borealis II: A Space Anthology – Bleu Lies ~ebook
Six Foot Hero ~ebook


Author Bio:


The softer, sweeter side of Morgan O’Reilly, Shea McMaster lives for traditional romance.

Born in New Orleans, raised in California, Shea/Morgan got moved to Alaska in 1977, where she attended high school before running back to California for college. Alas, once back home she met and fell in love with her own forever true hero, a born and raised Alaska man. Since then she’s had a love-hate relationship with America’s largest state.

With her one and only son half way through college, and mostly out of the house, Shea is fortunate to spend her days engaged in daydreaming and turning those dreams into romantic novels and novellas featuring damsels in distress rescued by their own brains and hunky heroes.

shea@sheamcmaster.com
http://sheamcmaster.com /
http://morganqoreilly.com
http://themorgandiaries.blogspot.com
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BLURB:

Her husband's death is just the beginning of her marital woes.
Rachel's humiliation over the discovery of her late husband's affairs turns to fear when one of his mistresses sends her a poisoned bouquet. But finding the source of the killer flowers is only one step on her path to solving the mystery her husband left behind.

Deputy Dan Weston is with Rachel when the bouquet arrives, and he's at her side as she deals with so many of the secrets that come to light after her husband's death. Dan has carried a torch for Rachel since puberty and he's not going to let her dead husband's vindictive girlfriends or his psychotic mother come between them now. But that means finding out who is sending snakes and poisoned posies before one kills Rachel.

Excerpt

Deputy Dan inhaled and cleared his throat. “Rachel… Your husband…Burt is… dead.”

“Oh.” Staring at Dan, I blinked. I sensed more than heard Cyndi speaking, as her hands clutched mine. I couldn’t hear over the bells of Notre Dame roaring in my ears, as if I stood in the belfry with a dozen different bells of all sizes swinging chaotically. No tune, just great ponderous, vibrating booms and spastic little tinkles filling in the spaces. I almost put my hands over my ears to block out the sound, only nothing could ever be loud enough to drown out just one thought.

Burt’s dead.

Burt. Dead.

Damn. I didn’t get to kick his ass out. I’d’ve killed him for that if I could.

Wait. He was already dead.

Dead.
Okay.

I inhaled deeply as I searched for something to say. “Well then, there are plans to adjust…”

“Rachel, you need to know…to understand…” Pity filled Dan’s eyes. Cyndi shoved a tissue wad into my hand, then used another to dab at her eyes.

“I understand,” I said. “He’s not coming home. I get it. That’s fine. The party can still go on. It’s not like he does much to help out.”

Friday, November 4, 2011

I'm getting a new assistant at work! I know I shouldn't rejoice, but the young woman I inherited when I got there has been a thorn in my side from day one. We butt heads, to say it mildly. She thought things should be done her way, I thought things should be done my way. With tons more experience, and being the boss, it usually went my way. Not to say I can't bend or give in at times. If she proved her case I had no problem with that.

She was the kind of assistant that rarely backed me up. Especially when I called team meetings. It was as if she would purposely say something that would put me on the spot. I tried explaining to her that it was okay not to agree with a decision I'd made, but that I would appreciate her support in front of the group. Maybe I was expecting too much. Maybe I was wrong.

She's being moved to a different department, and I promoted another woman on the team that already has management skills and experience in her past. She was ecstatic! I think it will be best for all around.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Next Party Up!

Head on over if you want to have some fun. Plenty of chances to win some fabulous prizes. I happen to be one of the sponsors!