One Wish #OpenBook Blog Hop

September 10, 2018

If a genie magically appeared, what would you wish for? (Just remember, no wishing for more wishes!)


The “rules” don’t say so, but I’m going to guess all the big ones are out of order too. World peace, an cure for all cancers, an end to homelessness. I’m afraid those would be out of an individual genie’s range of powers.

How about proper medical treatment for all veterans. Or more funding for public libraries. Ending child abuse. Still too big?

Let’s get personal. I have a number of family members with major medical conditions. I’d wish for the ability to heal people. Let’s say I could only heal one person a day.  If I started with my family, who would blame me? Then I’d move on to friends.

The trouble would be hiding my gift. If  word got out, can you imagine the chaos?  I’d never be able to go out in public without people accosting me, demanding I cure their loved one. I could charge extravagant amounts of money and hire security guards, but that wouldn’t make me happy. If I lived like a hermit, my ability would be wasted.

And how would I chose the one a day? My heart would be in curing children. But how could I cure a child and not cure the parents if they needed it?

So that’s my quandary. Maybe it would be easier to ask for a large sum of money. Millions of dollars. That way I could spread it out among many causes or give a lot to just one organization that was doing good work.

What would you wish for? You can tell us in the comments. In the meantime, I’m going to go see what the other authors have to say.

September 10, 2018

If a genie magically appeared, what would you wish for? (Just remember, no wishing for more wishes!)

Rules:
1. Link your blog to this hop.
2. Notify your following that you are participating in this blog hop.
3. Promise to visit/leave a comment on all participants’ blogs.
4. Tweet/or share each person’s blog post. Use #OpenBook when tweeting.
5. Put a banner on your blog that you are participating.

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One Wish #OpenBook Blog Hop

September 10, 2018

If a genie magically appeared, what would you wish for? (Just remember, no wishing for more wishes!)


The “rules” don’t say so, but I’m going to guess all the big ones are out of order too. World peace, an cure for all cancers, an end to homelessness. I’m afraid those would be out of an individual genie’s range of powers.

How about proper medical treatment for all veterans. Or more funding for public libraries. Ending child abuse. Still too big?

Let’s get personal. I have a number of family members with major medical conditions. I’d wish for the ability to heal people. Let’s say I could only heal one person a day.  If I started with my family, who would blame me? Then I’d move on to friends.

The trouble would be hiding my gift. If  word got out, can you imagine the chaos?  I’d never be able to go out in public without people accosting me, demanding I cure their loved one. I could charge extravagant amounts of money and hire security guards, but that wouldn’t make me happy. If I lived like a hermit, my ability would be wasted.

And how would I chose the one a day? My heart would be in curing children. But how could I cure a child and not cure the parents if they needed it?

So that’s my quandary. Maybe it would be easier to ask for a large sum of money. Millions of dollars. That way I could spread it out among many causes or give a lot to just one organization that was doing good work.

What would you wish for? You can tell us in the comments. In the meantime, I’m going to go see what the other authors have to say.

September 10, 2018

If a genie magically appeared, what would you wish for? (Just remember, no wishing for more wishes!)

Rules:
1. Link your blog to this hop.
2. Notify your following that you are participating in this blog hop.
3. Promise to visit/leave a comment on all participants’ blogs.
4. Tweet/or share each person’s blog post. Use #OpenBook when tweeting.
5. Put a banner on your blog that you are participating.

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Why I’m an Indie





Question: What publishing path are you considering/did you take, and why?


For those of you who follow my Monday Blogs, welcome to the first Wednesday of the month. This is a new hop I’m participating in and we’ll see how it goes. There are a lot of other writers on this one, and I hope you’ll check out some of the other posts. (More on that later.)

As you can tell, this hop is focused on writers. This month we’re talking about our publishing path.

I didn’t start writing fiction until a few years ago. Before that, my focus was on poetry, and I’d had limiting success getting published by small literary magazines. I had notebooks tracking where I’d sent poems and when, which had been accepted and where, and plans for the next round of submissions. Frankly, it was a lot of work.

Then I went through a long dry spell with my poetry. At the same time, a story that couldn’t ever become a poem was bouncing around in my head. I’d heard about NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and decided it sounded like fun. A 50,00 word story in 31 days? No problem.

Yeah, it didn’t happen. I got to 49000 words and ran out of story. But I was hooked. I rewrote that story three times before deciding it was a lost cause but I learned a lot in the process and got hooked.

It took three more books for me to decide I finally had one worth sharing with the world. I’d already started my research, and knew there were several options. Go the tradition route-find an agent and have the agent send it on to publishers or a more do-it-yourself option. Go Indie.

The decision, when it came down to it was easy. I wanted to control my own stories and not write them to someone else’s specifications. I wanted to be able to control my pricing and where and when my books would be available for sale. Sure, that meant I had to find an editor and formatter and cover artist on my own, but I was used to handling project planning.

But none of those were the biggest factor in my decision. When it came down to it, there was one more.


I’m not a spring chicken. I didn’t have time to wait for the traditional process to play out.  How many years would it take? Two? Three? And that’s if I got lucky. Going Indie, I could make it happen quickly.

So that’s what I did. I have published six books now, and I keep learning as I go. (You can find my books here https://pjmaclayne.blogspot.com/p/wolves-pawn.html ) Sometimes I look back and can’t believe I’m doing this, but I’m glad I did!

Now back to that ‘other posts’ thing I referred to at the beginning. There’s a lot of other posts by a lot of great people in this hop. You can check out some of them by following the links below.





Why I’m an Indie





Question: What publishing path are you considering/did you take, and why?


For those of you who follow my Monday Blogs, welcome to the first Wednesday of the month. This is a new hop I’m participating in and we’ll see how it goes. There are a lot of other writers on this one, and I hope you’ll check out some of the other posts. (More on that later.)

As you can tell, this hop is focused on writers. This month we’re talking about our publishing path.

I didn’t start writing fiction until a few years ago. Before that, my focus was on poetry, and I’d had limiting success getting published by small literary magazines. I had notebooks tracking where I’d sent poems and when, which had been accepted and where, and plans for the next round of submissions. Frankly, it was a lot of work.

Then I went through a long dry spell with my poetry. At the same time, a story that couldn’t ever become a poem was bouncing around in my head. I’d heard about NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and decided it sounded like fun. A 50,00 word story in 31 days? No problem.

Yeah, it didn’t happen. I got to 49000 words and ran out of story. But I was hooked. I rewrote that story three times before deciding it was a lost cause but I learned a lot in the process and got hooked.

It took three more books for me to decide I finally had one worth sharing with the world. I’d already started my research, and knew there were several options. Go the tradition route-find an agent and have the agent send it on to publishers or a more do-it-yourself option. Go Indie.

The decision, when it came down to it was easy. I wanted to control my own stories and not write them to someone else’s specifications. I wanted to be able to control my pricing and where and when my books would be available for sale. Sure, that meant I had to find an editor and formatter and cover artist on my own, but I was used to handling project planning.

But none of those were the biggest factor in my decision. When it came down to it, there was one more.


I’m not a spring chicken. I didn’t have time to wait for the traditional process to play out.  How many years would it take? Two? Three? And that’s if I got lucky. Going Indie, I could make it happen quickly.

So that’s what I did. I have published six books now, and I keep learning as I go. (You can find my books here https://pjmaclayne.blogspot.com/p/wolves-pawn.html ) Sometimes I look back and can’t believe I’m doing this, but I’m glad I did!

Now back to that ‘other posts’ thing I referred to at the beginning. There’s a lot of other posts by a lot of great people in this hop. You can check out some of them by following the links below.





Best Purchase #OpenBook Blog Hop

What’s the best purchase you ever made and why?

As the song lyrics go “‘Cause we are living in a material world and I’m a material girl.”

But I try not to be that girl. There are so many things that I value that can’t be bought. You know the list-friendship, love, time. But I’m not living off the grid and out of contact with humanity, so I buy things on a regular basis.

So what is the best purchase I ever made?

Let’s bypass the obvious- my husband’s wedding ring. That was an excellent purchase. And we’ll also skip over the computer I use to create my stories- a good purchase, but not the best. And I’m tempted to tell you about buying the Greyhound bus ticket that took me to a little college in northwest Wyoming. But I think I’ll skip that one, too.

Instead I’m going to brag about our Jeep.

A few years ago, the reliable little truck I’d been driving for years started to become unreliable. Little things started to go wrong and we were having to put money into it to keep it running on a regular basis. So we decided it was time to replace it.

I knew I didn’t want a boring car. And I was okay with another pickup, a slightly larger one. But I really wanted a 4-wheel drive vehicle, one that could handle the local roads in winter and get me places in the mountains a standard vehicle couldn’t. A Jeep seemed to be the obvious answer.

We did our research-checked out models, options, colors, used vs new. We made several trips to the dealership to see if they had what we wanted. When we finally found it, it wasn’t a perfect fit but we decided it was good enough.

at about 14000 feet above sea level

Why do I call it our best purchase? The Jeep has taken us places where we would never attempt to go in the old pickup. We’ve taken the back roads and discovered new-to-us places. We’ve driven it to the East Coast and to the West Coast. It’s been at 0 feet above sea level and at 14,114 feet above sea level.

But the best thing about the purchase? It’s the time together the Jeep has given us. It’s the freedom to take a side road and not worry about what we might run into. It’s the satisfaction and joy in pulling into the driveway after a long day exploring, with new memories of the beauty that this world has to offer.

And that’s why I’ll say the Jeep is the best purchase we’ve ever made. How about you?

Now let’s take a peek at what the other authors have to say.

September 3, 2018.

What’s the best purchase you ever made and why?

Rules:
1. Link your blog to this hop.
2. Notify your following that you are participating in this blog hop.
3. Promise to visit/leave a comment on all participants’ blogs.
4. Tweet/or share each person’s blog post. Use #OpenBook when tweeting.
5. Put a banner on your blog that you are participating.

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Best Purchase #OpenBook Blog Hop

What’s the best purchase you ever made and why?

As the song lyrics go “‘Cause we are living in a material world and I’m a material girl.”

But I try not to be that girl. There are so many things that I value that can’t be bought. You know the list-friendship, love, time. But I’m not living off the grid and out of contact with humanity, so I buy things on a regular basis.

So what is the best purchase I ever made?

Let’s bypass the obvious- my husband’s wedding ring. That was an excellent purchase. And we’ll also skip over the computer I use to create my stories- a good purchase, but not the best. And I’m tempted to tell you about buying the Greyhound bus ticket that took me to a little college in northwest Wyoming. But I think I’ll skip that one, too.

Instead I’m going to brag about our Jeep.

A few years ago, the reliable little truck I’d been driving for years started to become unreliable. Little things started to go wrong and we were having to put money into it to keep it running on a regular basis. So we decided it was time to replace it.

I knew I didn’t want a boring car. And I was okay with another pickup, a slightly larger one. But I really wanted a 4-wheel drive vehicle, one that could handle the local roads in winter and get me places in the mountains a standard vehicle couldn’t. A Jeep seemed to be the obvious answer.

We did our research-checked out models, options, colors, used vs new. We made several trips to the dealership to see if they had what we wanted. When we finally found it, it wasn’t a perfect fit but we decided it was good enough.

at about 14000 feet above sea level

Why do I call it our best purchase? The Jeep has taken us places where we would never attempt to go in the old pickup. We’ve taken the back roads and discovered new-to-us places. We’ve driven it to the East Coast and to the West Coast. It’s been at 0 feet above sea level and at 14,114 feet above sea level.

But the best thing about the purchase? It’s the time together the Jeep has given us. It’s the freedom to take a side road and not worry about what we might run into. It’s the satisfaction and joy in pulling into the driveway after a long day exploring, with new memories of the beauty that this world has to offer.

And that’s why I’ll say the Jeep is the best purchase we’ve ever made. How about you?

Now let’s take a peek at what the other authors have to say.

September 3, 2018.

What’s the best purchase you ever made and why?

Rules:
1. Link your blog to this hop.
2. Notify your following that you are participating in this blog hop.
3. Promise to visit/leave a comment on all participants’ blogs.
4. Tweet/or share each person’s blog post. Use #OpenBook when tweeting.
5. Put a banner on your blog that you are participating.

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Kris Bock and Whispers In The Dark #MysteryExchange

I’ve got one more! And many thanks to this week’s author, because Kris is the one who organized this whole thing. So I’m really happy to present Kris and her books 

Many writers are inspired by real events or people in their
lives. This makes difficult situations a form of research. “This stinks, but maybe I can use it in a book!” I write romantic suspense for adults as Kris
Bock and middle grade novels (for ages 9 to 12) as Chris Eboch. In most of these books, the connection to real-life experiences isn’t obvious. 

In my romantic
suspense Whispers in the Dark, my
heroine is an archaeology Masters student working at the fictional “Lost
Valley” monument, which is closely based on Hovenweep National Monument, where
I once spent a week camping. In Counterfeits,
the heroine inherits a children’s art camp, which I based on a camp near Jemez Springs, New Mexico, where I’ve attended many writing retreats. Using real
locations helps me bring the settings to life even if I did not, for example, fall into a ravine while fleeing from a bad guy.
But What We Found was inspired by helping to uncover a true case of murder.
Lest you think that makes me some kind of amateur detective, my involvement was purely accidental. Two friends and I were exploring the mountains,
looking for some suitable gravel to try gold panning (because, why not?). We
found a likely spot and were about to take a sample when the guys smelled
something horrible. A glance in the right direction showed them a dead body
hidden just out of sight of the path.
The next hour passed in a surreal blur. We’d left our phones
in another vehicle, at the base of the mountain. Once we retrieved them, we still had to find a place with cell reception. We called 911, waited for the
police, and led them to the body. Later that night we were interviewed by detectives.
By the following day, they had identified the body as a
woman who had been missing. Her estranged ex-boyfriend was already a suspect in her disappearance, but without her body they’d have trouble prosecuting him. Seeing her picture on TV and learning about her family made the situation real in a new way. We wanted justice for someone we’d never met.
It’s All Research
As a writer, I knew I was getting rare first-hand experience
into something powerful. I took pages of notes during that first week, even though I didn’t know how or when I might use them. I was fortunate to be with two men who talked openly about their experiences: the nightmares, the guilt
over violence against women, the anxiety that came from now wondering what you might see in the bushes.
Three things struck me most strongly.
First, we all felt deeply invested in the case, even though
we’d never met the woman in life and didn’t know anyone else involved. We followed the news stories, even though they made us anxious. When the murderer was finally sentenced … well, we weren’t happy (the sentence of less than 20 years, in our opinion, nearly long enough), but
we were relieved that it was over.
Second, it affected every aspect of our lives for weeks.
Even though the likelihood of finding another body, or even witnessing a different crime, was extremely slim, we were on high alert at all times. It was a struggle to put it behind us while still honoring the memory of the victim and holding on to what we had learned.
And finally, someone in law enforcement said that often
people don’t report crime scenes like these. How could someone walk away from that? I started thinking about all the reasons someone might want to cover up
their discovery, even if they had nothing to do with the crime. And that inspired What We Found.
Turning Truth into
Fiction
Several years passed before I felt distant enough from the
experience to fictionalize it, but I still had all those notes and memories to draw on. Some elements of What We Found,
mainly the emotional ones, are taken directly from that experience. Most character and plot elements are fictional, although some are loosely inspired by the real events.
This isn’t an experience I would wish on anyone, but we’re
glad we helped bring a crime to light and a murderer to justice. And it led to what I consider my most powerful and personal novel to date. After all, one benefit to being a writer is that the worst experiences are still valuable as
research.
That’s the truth behind What We Found.
When Audra goes back to her small hometown after college,
she simply wants to fit in, work hard, and protect her 12-year-old brother from their overbearing mother. Finding a dead body in the woods changes everything.
Her former crush, Jay, insists they don’t report the body.
But the dead woman was murdered, and someone starts targeting Audra. She has to stand up for herself in order to stand up for the murder victim. It’s a risk, and so is reaching out to the mysterious young man who works with deadly birds
of prey. But with danger all around, some risks are worth taking.
“Another action-packed suspense novel by Kris Bock, perhaps her best to-date. The author weaves an intriguing tale with appealing characters. Watching Audra, the main character, evolve into an emotionally-mature and independent young woman is gratifying.” Reader Ellen
Rippel
This title stands alone and is not part of a series.
Excerpt:
An engine started.
The battered old truck stood out like a janitor at the prom. It was dark blue, splattered with mud and probably decades old, with a cap on the bed. The evening sun glared off the side window, but as I walked slowly past the front I
saw a figure inside – the one-handed man. He had his hand on the wheel but his head back, eyes closed.
 I paused, studying his face. I guessed he was
in his twenties, with short, light brown hair and pleasant features in a mask as still as death. He opened his eyes and looked straight into mine.
 I couldn’t move as he held my gaze. My heart
thumped against my ribs. He studied me without expression, no smile, no frown, nothing in his face but weariness.
 Finally I had to blink, and once the eye contact was broken, I jerked my gaze away and kept moving. I quickly turned between the next two cars, to get out of his view. I’d have to cross behind his truck to reach my car, which might look odd if he was still watching, but I didn’t care so long as I got out of there, fast.
 I noticed the rusty screeching again. It was coming from his truck. I stumbled to a stop, staring at the back of the truck.
What could be making that sound? The tailgate and back window on the cap were closed, hiding the sight inside, but the screech came again and again like someone – something – screaming.
 The screams seemed to echo in my head. I couldn’t take any more. I turned away with a hand over my mouth to hold back my own scream and hurried to my car.
Kris Bock writes novels of suspense and romance with outdoor adventures and Southwestern landscapes. All ebooks are .99c to $3.99 or free with Kindle Unliminted.
The Mad Monk’s Treasure follows the hunt for a long-lost treasure in the New Mexico desert. In The Dead Man’s Treasure, estranged relatives compete to reach a buried treasure by following a series of complex clues. In The Skeleton Canyon Treasure, sparks fly when reader favorites Camie and Tiger help a mysterious man track down his missing uncle. Whispers in the Dark features archaeology and intrigue among ancient Southwest ruins. In Counterfeits, stolen Rembrandt paintings bring danger to a small New Mexico town.
To learn more about her latest work, visit www.krisbock.com or her Amazon page. Sign up for Kris Bock’s
newsletter

for announcements of new books, sales, and more.

Kris Bock and Whispers In The Dark #MysteryExchange

I’ve got one more! And many thanks to this week’s author, because Kris is the one who organized this whole thing. So I’m really happy to present Kris and her books 

Many writers are inspired by real events or people in their
lives. This makes difficult situations a form of research. “This stinks, but
maybe I can use it in a book!” I write romantic suspense for adults as Kris
Bock and middle grade novels (for ages 9 to 12) as Chris Eboch. In most of these
books, the connection to real-life experiences isn’t obvious. 

In my romantic
suspense Whispers in the Dark, my
heroine is an archaeology Masters student working at the fictional “Lost
Valley” monument, which is closely based on Hovenweep National Monument, where
I once spent a week camping. In Counterfeits,
the heroine inherits a children’s art camp, which I based on a camp near Jemez
Springs, New Mexico, where I’ve attended many writing retreats. Using real
locations helps me bring the settings to life even if I did not, for example,
fall into a ravine while fleeing from a bad guy.
But What We Found was inspired by helping to uncover a
true case of murder.
Lest you think that makes me some kind of amateur detective,
my involvement was purely accidental. Two friends and I were exploring the mountains,
looking for some suitable gravel to try gold panning (because, why not?). We
found a likely spot and were about to take a sample when the guys smelled
something horrible. A glance in the right direction showed them a dead body
hidden just out of sight of the path.
The next hour passed in a surreal blur. We’d left our phones
in another vehicle, at the base of the mountain. Once we retrieved them, we
still had to find a place with cell reception. We called 911, waited for the
police, and led them to the body. Later that night we were interviewed by
detectives.
By the following day, they had identified the body as a
woman who had been missing. Her estranged ex-boyfriend was already a suspect in
her disappearance, but without her body they’d have trouble prosecuting him.
Seeing her picture on TV and learning about her family made the situation real
in a new way. We wanted justice for someone we’d never met.
It’s All Research
As a writer, I knew I was getting rare first-hand experience
into something powerful. I took pages of notes during that first week, even
though I didn’t know how or when I might use them. I was fortunate to be with
two men who talked openly about their experiences: the nightmares, the guilt
over violence against women, the anxiety that came from now wondering what you
might see in the bushes.
Three things struck me most strongly.
First, we all felt deeply invested in the case, even though
we’d never met the woman in life and didn’t know anyone else involved. We
followed the news stories, even though they made us anxious. When the murderer
was finally sentenced … well, we weren’t happy (the sentence of less than 20
years, in our opinion, nearly long enough), but
we were relieved that it was over.
Second, it affected every aspect of our lives for weeks.
Even though the likelihood of finding another body, or even witnessing a
different crime, was extremely slim, we were on high alert at all times. It was
a struggle to put it behind us while still honoring the memory of the victim
and holding on to what we had learned.
And finally, someone in law enforcement said that often
people don’t report crime scenes like these. How could someone walk away from
that? I started thinking about all the reasons someone might want to cover up
their discovery, even if they had nothing to do with the crime. And that
inspired What We Found.
Turning Truth into
Fiction
Several years passed before I felt distant enough from the
experience to fictionalize it, but I still had all those notes and memories to
draw on. Some elements of What We Found,
mainly the emotional ones, are taken directly from that experience. Most
character and plot elements are fictional, although some are loosely inspired
by the real events.
This isn’t an experience I would wish on anyone, but we’re
glad we helped bring a crime to light and a murderer to justice. And it led to
what I consider my most powerful and personal novel to date. After all, one
benefit to being a writer is that the worst experiences are still valuable as
research.
That’s the truth behind What We Found.
When Audra goes back to her small hometown after college,
she simply wants to fit in, work hard, and protect her 12-year-old brother from
their overbearing mother. Finding a dead body in the woods changes everything.
Her former crush, Jay, insists they don’t report the body.
But the dead woman was murdered, and someone starts targeting Audra. She has to
stand up for herself in order to stand up for the murder victim. It’s a risk,
and so is reaching out to the mysterious young man who works with deadly birds
of prey. But with danger all around, some risks are worth taking.
“Another action-packed suspense novel by Kris Bock, perhaps
her best to-date. The author weaves an intriguing tale with appealing
characters. Watching Audra, the main character, evolve into an
emotionally-mature and independent young woman is gratifying.” Reader Ellen
Rippel
This title stands alone and is not part of a series.
Excerpt:
An engine started.
The battered old truck stood out like a janitor at the prom. It was dark blue,
splattered with mud and probably decades old, with a cap on the bed. The
evening sun glared off the side window, but as I walked slowly past the front I
saw a figure inside – the one-handed man. He had his hand on the wheel but his
head back, eyes closed.
 I paused, studying his face. I guessed he was
in his twenties, with short, light brown hair and pleasant features in a mask
as still as death. He opened his eyes and looked straight into
mine.
 I couldn’t move as he held my gaze. My heart
thumped against my ribs. He studied me without expression, no smile, no frown,
nothing in his face but weariness.
 Finally I had to blink, and once the eye
contact was broken, I jerked my gaze away and kept moving. I quickly turned
between the next two cars, to get out of his view. I’d have to cross behind his
truck to reach my car, which might look odd if he was still watching, but I
didn’t care so long as I got out of there, fast.
 I noticed the rusty screeching again. It was
coming from his truck. I stumbled to a stop, staring at the back of the truck.
What could be making that sound? The tailgate and back window on the cap were
closed, hiding the sight inside, but the screech came again and again like
someone – something – screaming.
 The screams seemed to echo in my head. I
couldn’t take any more. I turned away with a hand over my mouth to hold back my
own scream and hurried to my car.
Kris Bock writes novels of suspense and romance with outdoor
adventures and Southwestern landscapes. All ebooks are .99c to $3.99 or free with Kindle Unliminted.
The Mad Monk’s
Treasure
follows the hunt for a long-lost treasure in the New Mexico
desert. In The Dead Man’s Treasure,
estranged relatives compete to reach a buried treasure by following a series of
complex clues. In The Skeleton Canyon
Treasure
, sparks fly when reader favorites Camie and Tiger help a
mysterious man track down his missing uncle. Whispers in the Dark features archaeology and intrigue among
ancient Southwest ruins. In Counterfeits,
stolen Rembrandt paintings bring danger to a small New Mexico town.
To learn more about her latest work, visit www.krisbock.com or her Amazon page. Sign up for Kris Bock’s
newsletter

for announcements of new books, sales, and more.

Loss- #OpenBook Blog Hop

We’ve all experienced loss, what is a loss that has really struck you? Compare losing someone you knew with someone you didn’t, and your thoughts on how it affected you.

Loss comes in many forms and many sizes. Everything from losing a loved one to breaking a treasured memento. I’ve seen a lot of shit in my life, and I grieve in different ways depending upon the circumstances.

While I don’t think I handle grief well, I also don’t like to show it. For little things, sure, I have my moment and then I move on. For the big things, not so much.

For one thing, I don’t like to show my sorrow to other people. I prefer to do my crying in private. Although when I present my strong, outer shell to the world, I’m mourning inside. Or, I shut down my own emotions altogether until I reach a point when I can no longer avoid them.

Sometimes, I worry that it makes me look cold to people who are more willing to show their feelings. But I’ve also decided that it doesn’t matter. I know how I feel, and that’s what’s important.

For example, when my father died, I kept working until the day of my flight back home, despite my boss’s “hints” that I could take the time off.  But work helped me to avoid acknowledging my feelings until I was ready too. And that was several months later.

 In fact, the true depth of my loss didn’t hit me until several months later when my favorite uncle died. Soon after, one night when I was alone, I started crying quietly. I thought it was strange that I was crying for my uncle when I hadn’t cried that much for my father, but then realized I was mourning the both of them. And most of the tears were for my dad. So I allowed myself to cry some more.

Now (several years later) I can look back at memories of both men and allow myself both happiness and sadness. It’s not as odd of a combination as you might think. I can smile when I talk about my dad while my heart hurts a little.

August 27, 2018

We’ve all experienced loss, what is a loss that has really struck you? Compare losing someone you knew with someone you didn’t, and your thoughts on how it affected you.

Rules:
1. Link your blog to this hop.
2. Notify your following that you are participating in this blog hop.
3. Promise to visit/leave a comment on all participants’ blogs.
4. Tweet/or share each person’s blog post. Use #OpenBook when tweeting.
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Loss- #OpenBook Blog Hop

We’ve all experienced loss, what is a loss that has really struck you? Compare losing someone you knew with someone you didn’t, and your thoughts on how it affected you.

Loss comes in many forms and many sizes. Everything from losing a loved one to breaking a treasured memento. I’ve seen a lot of shit in my life, and I grieve in different ways depending upon the circumstances.

While I don’t think I handle grief well, I also don’t like to show it. For little things, sure, I have my moment and then I move on. For the big things, not so much.

For one thing, I don’t like to show my sorrow to other people. I prefer to do my crying in private. Although when I present my strong, outer shell to the world, I’m mourning inside. Or, I shut down my own emotions altogether until I reach a point when I can no longer avoid them.

Sometimes, I worry that it makes me look cold to people who are more willing to show their feelings. But I’ve also decided that it doesn’t matter. I know how I feel, and that’s what’s important.

For example, when my father died, I kept working until the day of my flight back home, despite my boss’s “hints” that I could take the time off.  But work helped me to avoid acknowledging my feelings until I was ready too. And that was several months later.

 In fact, the true depth of my loss didn’t hit me until several months later when my favorite uncle died. Soon after, one night when I was alone, I started crying quietly. I thought it was strange that I was crying for my uncle when I hadn’t cried that much for my father, but then realized I was mourning the both of them. And most of the tears were for my dad. So I allowed myself to cry some more.

Now (several years later) I can look back at memories of both men and allow myself both happiness and sadness. It’s not as odd of a combination as you might think. I can smile when I talk about my dad while my heart hurts a little.

August 27, 2018

We’ve all experienced loss, what is a loss that has really struck you? Compare losing someone you knew with someone you didn’t, and your thoughts on how it affected you.

Rules:
1. Link your blog to this hop.
2. Notify your following that you are participating in this blog hop.
3. Promise to visit/leave a comment on all participants’ blogs.
4. Tweet/or share each person’s blog post. Use #OpenBook when tweeting.
5. Put a banner on your blog that you are participating.

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