Celebration!

I just had to pop in here to tell you I am in full celebration mode! I’ve just finished writing Heart of Gold, and I could not be happier or more relieved. The drought is over y’all! Heart of Gold is finished at last.

Pre-orders will go up soon, so stay tuned.

Y’all, I am so thrilled! Celebration time is here!

Stay wild, flower child!


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What In The World Is She Doing?

First of all, if you’ve stuck with me this long, you have my undying gratitude! I love you. Seriously. Like hearts and flowers and long guitar solos love you. But I know there are times you might have seen my name flash by and thought, “What in the world is she doing?” Because it didn’t seem like I was doing much. But, oh, y’all, so much is going on now! I’m so excited about it, and hope you will be, too.

There are several projects in the works right now, including one I really can’t mention at the moment. That’s mean, I know; to say something about it and then not fill you in on that I’m doing with it. But I honestly can’t. I will give you two hints. Here:

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Not much to go on, I know, but that’ll have to suffice for a bit. I can tell you that my newsletter subscribers will find out before anyone else what’s up with that (even though it may be a few months down the road before I put it there), so if you want to be among the first to know, sign up for my newsletter and be in the loop.

Another thing I’m doing is finishing Heart of Gold, and the finish line is in sight. I keep getting nudges from the characters about things, so additions are always being added. Like, remember Rhys’s second wife, Hayley Hamilton from Sister Golden Hair? Yeah, that bitch. 😀 She showed up recently and informed me she had important information to impart.

  • Me: Go away. You had your fifteen minutes. You’re now just a peripheral character.
  • Hayley: Excuse me. But I distinctly remember you saying this book deals with both Rhys and Rhett overcoming issues from their past, and I have to say that I’m an Issue with a capital “I,” isn’t that correct?
  • Me: Yes, but…
  • Hayley: No buts. Now. Write this down.

And she proceeded to pretty much dictate almost an entire chapter.

And the last exciting thing I’ve been doing is creating my own YouTube channel!

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Right now it just has a few video shorts for some of the books, and I’ll be adding some more of those. Later on there will be more info and cool stuff, and one day I might even show my face! We’ll see. 😀 I’d love it if you want to subscribe to the channel. You don’t even have to hit the little bell for notifications if you don’t want your inbox all cluttered, but I’d adore more subscribers.

So, barring any other STOP THE PRESSES moments from the characters (and there probably will be) Heart of Gold should be complete and ready soon. I’ll let you know the second it’s ready for pre-order, promise.

And that’s pretty much what I’ve been doing. Key word is “doing,” and I love it!

Stay wild, flower child!


 

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How Do I Connect With You? Trying to Close the Author/Reader Divide.

Other than this website, my main online hangouts are Instagram and Facebook. Those are the places I connect with readers. I have accounts on Twitter and Google+ even though I don’t use them since I don’t like those platforms. I even have a Snapchat. I think I’ve sent one in the past two years. So, it’s Instagram and Facebook. Thing is, Instagram isn’t really a conversational platform, and Facebook severely restricts access to my page followers. No, really. Out of almost 800 followers of Juli Page Morgan on Facebook, only about 120 of them ever see my daily posts there. So, how do I connect with you? How do I close that author/reader divide and get to know you all?

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Facebook also refuses to show all posts from personal profiles to people on your friends list, but not as badly (yet) as they refuse to show Page posts to a Pages followers. So, this weekend I decided to accept some of the friend requests in my profile queue. I debated this move since my profile, even though it’s public, is really for those with whom I truly have some sort of relationship, be it online or in real life. I’ve only accepted requests from others a time or two, and it was fine. In fact, one person, a reader named Susan, has become someone I like immensely, and I do consider her a friend now. But I’ve tried to keep my author life contained to my Page since that’s where I would post excerpts, etc. if I did any talking about my books. So many followers weren’t seeing my posts (and I put a lot of thought into those), so I took a deep breath and turned to my profile.

I started small by accepting only two requests. I wasn’t able to see either of these people’s profiles since they weren’t public, but we had multiple friends in common, so I clicked “accept.”

The Saga of Kelly and Stephen

Kelly and I had quite a few friends in common, including some of my cousins, so I was quite taken aback when I was finally able to access her profile posts. I make no secret of the fact that I’m conservative, even though I don’t claim affiliation with either of the two major political parties. But Kelly went way beyond what even I’m comfortable with. Her posts, both written and shared content, were scary. I unfollowed her without unfriending because I wanted to give her at least a chance. After all, she was friends with some of my cousins, right? Turns out Kelly wanted to be friends with all of my cousins. And all of my friends. After I accepted her request on Saturday night, she turned around and trolled my friends list and sent every single one of them a friend request. Honestly, I’d thought I made my friends list invisible, but apparently not. (It is now, though!)

I started getting messages asking who this person was and if I’d seen some of her posts. After about ten of these, I unfriended and blocked Kelly. I also wrote a post where I said sending out mass friend requests to a new acquaintance’s entire friend list is creepy, a huge breach of social media etiquette, and a total douche move. I also apologized to my friends for my part in Kelly’s trolling their accounts. So, bye-bye, Kelly. Then came Sunday and my first contact with Stephen.

I accepted Stephen’s friend request because his profile indicated he’s an author, and he and I had several author friends in common. His profile, once I was able to see it, was a normal, everyday profile. No biggie. Until Sunday afternoon. Ol’ Stephen replied to my post chastising the behavior Kelly exhibited in sending those friend requests. He berated me for this and concluded with a P.S. (yes, a P.S. in a Facebook post, can you believe this shmendrik?) that read, “Oh, and YOU are the Queen of Douches.” He even included a meme. Hey, at least he acknowledged my royalty (even though he got who I’m Queen of incorrect) and put enough thought and time into it to look up and save a meme. None of that saved Stephen the author, who has published exactly zero anything, from getting unfriended and blocked.

Won’t Get Fooled Again

A couple of recent posts from my Facebook Page:
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So, using my Facebook profile to connect with you, my readers, is right out. I’m back to this website, my Facebook Page, and my Instagram account (unless you’re Kelly or Stephen, because I blocked them from Instagram, too, just to be proactive. There are enough trolls walking the streets; I don’t need ’em online, too, you know?) I do wish there was a more user-friendly way to connect, but if there is I haven’t found it. I’ve heard that the more people interact with a Facebook Page means they see new posts in their newsfeed more often. I’m not sure if that’s true or not, but I know I do tend to see posts from Pages whose posts I comment on regularly. So if you’ve liked my Page and don’t see my posts (there’s usually one a day Monday through Friday, and two if I feel especially chatty) then try leaving a comment. Doesn’t have to be long or anything. I promise I’ll respond. Might take a couple of hours, but I will respond to you. 🙂 And I’ll like any comment you leave on my Instagram posts. (Here’s a pic of my Instagram page for you:)

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Let’s give that a shot and see what transpires.


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Miss It Monday: Wedding Announcements

Welcome to the inaugural Miss It Monday post! Miss It Monday will appear when I run across and/or remember something I used to love but is either no longer produced, or is in such limited supply that it might as well be a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

When I was a kid I kept a scrapbook. No biggie there, right? In the 70s a large majority of us kept scrapbooks. Mine was filled with the cards I received for birthdays, pressed blossoms from floral bouquets or arrangements, snapshots, school photos of my friends, newspaper clippings of things I found interesting; you know the sort of thing. But, unlike most kids, the majority of my newspaper clippings were wedding announcements.

Yes, the newspaper wedding announcements are the ones I miss, not the formal engraved things sent out to people who weren’t invited to the actual wedding. No, it was the write-ups in the paper that I carefully cut out and saved. I didn’t know 99.9999% of the couples who married, but that didn’t matter to me. It was the detailed description of their wedding that I loved. And when I say description, I mean description.

Everything about the ceremony was mentioned, beginning with the name of the person stationed at the Bride’s Book table and a description of her attire. Her corsage (because all members of the wedding party wore either a corsage or boutonniere) received a mention, including the color of the ribbons under the flowers.

From there the write-up went into details about the flowers in the church itself, those on the ends of the pews reserved for family, and about the candles that would softly illuminate the ceremony. Speaking of candles, the identity and attire of the people who lit the candles was inserted at about this point.

The musical selections were listed, and if they were played or sang live, the performers were named (though no one really ever mentioned what they wore.) Then came the mothers of the couple, and their attire was described tastefully.

The part I really enjoyed was the description of what the bride’s attendants wore. Oh, I loved it! It went something like this:

“Miss Jones was attended by Miss Alice Brown of Jackson, Miss Sarah Smith, Miss Cathy Harris, and Mrs. Lisa Pope, all of Harrisburg, and Misses Tina and Brenda Quincy, sisters of the groom, who all served as bridesmaids. Miss Carol Jones, sister of the bride, was Maid of Honor.” Then came the description of what they wore. “Floor-length gowns of ice pink satin with white lace trimming the three-quarter length sleeves and sweetheart necklines,” “mid-calf length dresses of green dotted Swiss with full skirts held out by embroidered petticoats, and with matching green garden hats with white satin streamers,” “floor-length Robin’s egg blue dresses of linen with scoop necklines and detachable short trains.” Sometimes the Maid or Matron of Honor wore a different but coordinating color than the bridesmaid, and that made it even better! Of course, their flowers received their own paragraph.

“The attendants carried elegant bouquets of vibrant red roses, stephanotis, and baby’s breath, tied with blue satin ribbon.” Y’all, I’d heard of stephanotis for thirty years before I actually saw a photograph of it!

The flower girl’s dress was dutifully described, as well as her little bouquet or basket of flowers. And then the main event — the bride.

When brides bother to turn in wedding announcements to the newspapers these days they usually include a detailed description of their bridal gown and veil, and sometimes their bouquets. More often that not, though, they skip even that. And I adored reading that this bride wore candlelight duchess satin, and that one wore diamond white silk, and that one wore blush matte satin with a white sash. And the veils! Cathedral length, fingertip, shoulder-length, or even a satin hat bedecked with white roses!

Of course the male attendants were listed, but about the only details given other than their names, towns of residence, and familial ties to the couple if any, were their boutonnieres, and the ring bearer’s pillow.

The reception wasn’t ignored, either. Descriptions of both the bride’s and groom’s cakes, the names and corsages of those serving the cake and punch, and even the bride’s going-away clothing. Nothing was left out, and it was glorious!

I miss those! I know that newspapers are going the way of the Dodo bird because there’s no way for them to remain relevant in an age where any and all information is disseminated mere seconds after it occurs (even though major news outlets usually make up their info with no facts or sources and then get all pissy when called out about lying and a shoddy work “ethic”), but I still miss when weddings were occasions that deserved to be celebrated and shared with one and all.


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I’ve Lost the Best Friend that I Ever Had

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Trust my rock ‘n roll mind to understand Black Sabbath lyrics, right? But the first line of their 1972 song Changes resonated a lot with me recently. “I feel unhappy/I feel so sad/I’ve lost the best friend that I ever had.” Granted, I’ve moved past the unhappy, sad phase, but I did lose the person who was once my best friend. Only I lost this friend years ago and never realized it fully until now. Bear with me, this is gonna be long.

A kid’s early teenage years are just horrible, I don’t care who they are. Everything is changing; their bodies, their skin, their emotions. It’s all one big, awful stew of confusion. Now add to that moving four times in two years and attending three different junior high schools in three different (oh so different!) states. Fun times, y’all. Fun times. Not. But I was lucky enough to find exceptionally wonderful friends in all three schools, friends that I connected with instantly. One girl, though, quickly became my very best friend of all.


She and I seemed to like all the same things, whether it was music, movies, books, humor, clothes, everything. She had this laugh that seemed to come straight up from somewhere deep inside her, a loud, heartfelt, raucous belly laugh that you couldn’t hear without laughing, too. A huge laugh that came from a girl who barely topped five feet tall (if that) at almost fourteen years old. That’s one of the things I remember most about her, that joyous, unrestrained laugh.

In the few short months my family lived in her hometown, she and I spent almost every minute together. If I wasn’t at her house then she was at mine. Not to say we never had squabbles. Come on, we were thirteen/fourteen years old! Of course we had spats. None of them lasted very long, though. Our friendship survived all of it. And it seemed destined to survive for the rest of our lives even though we ended up living so far away from each other for the majority of our adult lives. That distance isn’t what ultimately dissolved our bond. It was something deep-seated, something I didn’t fully come to realize until last year.

As much as I always loved my friend, I look back now and realize that she not only expected, but also demanded that I share her opinions. There were times over the years when that realization raised its head and got my attention for a bit, but I always pushed it away rather quickly. This was my friend and I loved her. I could keep my mouth shut and let her believe I felt the same way about certain things, right? Fast forward to the mid-1980s. I wrote her a letter, one of those long, rambling ones that contained everything from the antics of my two children to my feelings about the presidential candidates. Oops.

In return I received a condescending missive that chided me as if I were a misbehaving child regarding my statements about her chosen presidential candidate and his wife. While she had not seen fit to hold back her gushing admiration of them in earlier letters to me, she let me know that she was “troubled” by my dislike of them. In fact, she compared my distrust of someone who might become the leader of the country to the dislike she felt over the kitchen decorations chosen by her sister. That hit me like a slap to the face, that my opinion to her was nothing more than the irritation she felt when she walked in her sister’s kitchen and saw blue ducks on the wallpaper. Let’s just say I didn’t answer that letter.

In fact, I think that was the beginning of a very long break for us. I was married, working in radio, and raising two daughters. She was still single, and bouncing from job to job. For the first time in our long friendship we truly had nothing in common. But thanks to technology, years later we were able to find each other again.

In the time we hadn’t communicated she had married and had two children of her own. We exchanged emails, photos, and phone calls, and even a quick but lovely visit when we met each others’ families. Time and distance had taken the shine off our friendship, it’s true, but I still considered her my friend, and I know she considered me hers. Until the recent presidential debates.

We still didn’t agree on politics and social issues. But we agreed to disagree, I kept my mouth shut about how pissed I was when she marginalized my opinions to the level of blue ducks on kitchen wallpaper, and all was good. Then the second presidential debate took place on October 4, 2016, and the proverbial shit hit the fan.

The candidate I backed pretty much destroyed hers in that debate, and my friend did not handle it well. Over the years she had made occasional posts on Facebook praising the president of that time, and expressing her admiration for his wife. I never responded in any way, shape, or form because her opinion was hers and none of my affair. But after the debate she composed a post worded in that smug, condescending way she always had. Words that made it appear that she was so very, very wronged and that her heart was just broken by something the media reported my candidate had done. Since I knew this was misinformation (and I knew she knew it, too, and was just trying to find something to praise from the debacle her candidate had made of the debate) I answered her.

Y’all, I was nice. I have witnesses. 🙂 I simply pointed out that she was repeating false information about my candidate. She responded, but still civilly. I answered her back and she got angry that I dared disagree with her. She even told me that she had let me post positive memes, etc. about my candidate without saying anything. Then her teenage son decided it was his business to weigh in, and he was a complete and utter prick about it. So you know what I did? I went back up to the beginning of the thread and I deleted my original comment. Of course all the attached comments were deleted as well since they were part of the thread. Y’all, I swear by all that’s holy, she lost her effing mind. Again, I have witnesses.

From the posts that followed accusing me of unfriending her, deleting her posts, and pretty much everything up to and including the Iraqi war, I can only surmise she was three sheets to the wind. She’d always been combative when drunk, so I tried to explain that I deleted my own comment, and that included any and all replies, and tried to get the hell away from her for a while. She kept raging at me, and in her mind it was my fault that she didn’t understand how Facebook works. I finally got rather stern and told her several times to Let. It. Go. But she kept having kittens over my deleting my own post. So I got snarky and said at least I didn’t delete 33,000 classified emails.

It got interesting then. I ended up blocking her son because, really? I don’t know that kid, and from his posts I don’t want to. His mother quieted down and shut up and I figured it was over. Granted, my friends and I did obscurely discuss it in some posts, with one person saying they thought certain people were going to tell me I couldn’t sit with them any more, and another saying I handled it well but that Snowflake didn’t. And then it ended. Until her husband started stalking my Facebook profile.

Yes, he and I were Facebook friends, but we very rarely interacted. I didn’t know him any more than I knew his son, so we didn’t exactly have a lot of subjects on which to converse. But right after the election he started replying to some of my posts. He wasn’t nice. It quickly became clear from whom his son learned the art of being a prick online. There was no reason for him to do it other than being a sore loser and, I can only surmise, immature as hell. I ended up blocking him, too.

I have not spoken to my now-former friend since October.

Like the Black Sabbath song says, at first I was unhappy and sad. I dwelt on it more than I wanted to, but it’s only because so many things brought up memories of her. Certain songs, certain bands, catch-phrases we laughed at together. You know how it is. But I haven’t contacted her, and I’m not going to. As I’ve looked back over our friendship I’ve come to realize that I was the one who made all the concessions. She expected it, and I did it. I’ve also realized that while I was growing and changing and stretching my wings and my knowledge and experiences, she’s never really had an original thought.

While I discovered on my own my love of some of the bands we both liked, she liked them because her older sibling did. She liked the books and movies she did because of this sibling or her parents. In our teen years I explored opinions and issues that differed from those of my parents. I supported the political party they didn’t, which disgusted my dad, but he was wise enough to know that I had to come to some decisions on my own. As I matured I saw that I didn’t agree with that party anymore, so I explored and studied again, until I found the ideals and policies with which I agreed. While I was stretching and changing and exploring differing ideas, she never changed. She still slavishly clings to the political party of her parents, and has never once expressed the desire to hear or consider a dissenting opinion. It appears her husband is just as inflexible, so I doubt she’ll get any encouragement to loosen up and admit to her less-than-stellar behavior and apologize. We’re still friends on Facebook, she and I, but we don’t interact. The other day I saw she had written a new post, one worded in that social justice warrior language she uses these days. I just rolled my eyes and scrolled past. (Yeah, we’re friends on Facebook, but if she reads this I figure we won’t be for long.)

So I lost the best friend I ever had. No, it wasn’t over politics. It was over the fact that I am no longer a person who lets someone else tell me who I am. I have embraced my lovely, wild, free, bohemian self, the one who knows my opinions and ideas are just as valid and just as worthy as anyone else’s. I have finally remembered who I was before my now-former friend told me who she thought I should be. And that is why I lost my best friend.

I heard the song 5:15 by The Who yesterday, and felt a twinge. I won’t forget her or the things we shared, but I can’t live by someone else’s rules. You know? The fact that she’d want me to is the thing about this that’s sad.

Thanks for letting me get this out. 🙂


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Merry Christmas!

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And peace on earth.

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Tell Ya What I’m a-Gonna Do

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Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Joyous Kwanzaa! And Die Winter Die. Oh. Ahem. That last one’s just for me. Let’s just insert a sheepish smile here, shall we? But while I’m hibernating until spring I thought I’d get caught up on my list of Things I’m a-Gonna Do. And since you’re hanging with me today, I thought I’d Tell Ya What I’m a-Gonna Do.

I’m a-Gonna Unfollow on Social Media

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Now, I’ll admit that I unfollowed a butt-load of highly unpleasant, smug, and unrepentant twatwaffles during the recent U.S. Presidential election. After my guy won I went back and re-followed (is that even a word?) most of them. I’ve only had to re-unfollow (okay, I know that can’t be a word!) one of them. Hey, she posted that Lily Allen song and aimed it at us who support the PEOTUS, so I quietly removed her posts from my feed so I wouldn’t have to see them. But those aren’t the people I’m a-gonna unfollow now. No, unfortunately a large number of them will be authors. Now, if I’m lucky enough to be friends with their actual personal profile on Facebook then I most likely won’t unfollow that. It’s their author pages I’ll unfollow. Because while they post interesting and funny and sometimes incendiary things on their personal profiles, when they “interact” on their author pages it’s always to try to sell a book. They post teasers and banners and links to reviews and on-sale info. But they never really interact with anyone. There’s nothing on those author pages that make me want to know them, nothing that tells me who they are as a person. Shoot, I know they have books! So quit trying to shove them down my throat all the time. I know they’re there. And if I like you, the person, I may check out what you’ve written. But not if the only time you pop up on my newsfeed it’s to try to sell me something. And that usually carries right over onto Instagram, too. Book teasers out the wazoo, full of lines from the book that have no context to me, and if they’re lines from sexy-times then it just looks like an ad for porn. I’d rather see photos of your backyard. Really. Oh, and also? I’m right off Twitter, so that’s like unfollow times a million. 🙂

I’m a-Gonna Write

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If you get my newsletter then you know why I’ve been off the Writing Wagon for a while. But, brother, I’m back on it. Or else, I will be around the end of January if everything goes well. And it should! But stories? Do I have stories, y’all. And characters? Lots of ’em! And even a new little town that I think you’ll love as much as I (and my characters) do! And, yes, I swear on my own pointed little head that I will wrap up Rhys and Rhett’s story. Which reminds me, I’ll have a sweet box series coming along in 2017, too. It will be affordably priced and all the books will be pertaining to something you’ve all begged me to write. I have half of it written now, as a matter of fact. Can’t wait to show it to y’all!

I’m a-Gonna Finish My Office

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That picture? That’s an actual photo of my office in its present state. Have mercy, I started re-doing my office sometime during the summer, and that turned into a cluster…well, you know. (I’ve already used the word twatwaffle in this post. I’m trying to be good. Stop rolling your eyes.) But when I put up the Christmas tree I had to use the office to store this gorgeous wicker chair I scored for only $15, and other odds and ends from the living room so that I could put my holiday stuff up. So now I have to kick crap out of the way to get in the door of my office. Dang it. But it’s going….I mean, it’s a-gonna look so great when I get it decorated! I’m doing a bohemian theme, and can’t wait to get back in there, shut the door and light some incense. Then I’ll turn on the stereo, or I’ll play the piano for a bit (yes, I have a piano in there) and then I’ll sit down and write while the sun shines through the multi-colored beads in the window. Ahhh. Hey, I started a Pinterest board for my office remodel. Feel free to check it out if you want!

I’m a-Gonna See Y’all Here More Often

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Promise on that, my Bohemian Babes. I promise to finish my Rock Fiction Primer (which, judging by the latest offerings, is desperately needed), I promise to regale you with tales from Hooterville (it gets more interesting — in a Green Acres sort of way — here every day), I promise to share excerpts from my writing, and I promise to be here twice a week like I’m supposed to be and to quit screwing around on Pinterest and Facebook and Instagram all the time. We good? Good.

Anyhow, that’s what I’m a-Gonna Do.


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Where Is Everyone?

On the sidebar to the right of this post you’ll see all the icons that link to my various social media accounts. Sometimes I think about removing some of them, because I go there and think, “Where is everyone?” There’s no one there, or if someone is there it’s not really anyone with whom I care to communicate. But I still keep the accounts because there are always nefarious-minded individuals who like to scoop up people’s names and open fake accounts with them. If I have the accounts and check in every now and again I can maintain my control over them. But honestly? There are only a couple of places I can be found with any regularity. Here’s my Social Media Update in case you go looking for me. 😉

Instagram

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I’ve recently started using my Instagram account on a daily basis, and I’m enjoying it immensely! 🙂 Hashtags are fun, y’all, especially when you make them up as you go along. But more importantly, they’re the way to find others who share your interests. Just type a subject in the search box and you’ll find all the posts you could want about it. Then click on the photos that catch your eye, and check out the accounts of the people who posted them. If you like the account then follow them, and their posts will show up on your feed. I like Instagram because it’s easy to like a post without having to come up with anything to say unless you want. And no one expects you to respond, either. They leave a comment and then move on. It’s the perfect social media for introverts! It’s hopping, y’all, and it’s where everyone is these days. Feel free to follow me on Instagram.

Facebook

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Facebook is the other social media hangout where I can be found daily. I really love my Author Page, and, to a lesser extent, my Profile. My Profile is getting annoying lately, though. Everyone is so effing mean these days. I’ve been having to unfollow and/or block so many hateful people over the past few months. Too, Facebook picks and chooses which posts we see. They limit our access to our friends and to the Pages we’ve liked which kind of cancels out the reason we go there, right? But I still update my Author Page a couple of times a day. I love connecting with everyone there, so please do come and join us!

Pinterest

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I like Pinterest a lot, and you can probably find out a lot about me from looking at my boards. I do have boards for my books, but I rarely bother with those. I mainly pin things I find funny or poignant, DIY stuff I think I may try one day, clothes I like, and food to try. It’s pretty much just things I like without a lot of explanation. If you’d like to follow some or all of my Pinterest boards I’d love to have you along.

Twitter

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I’m just going to come right out and say it: I don’t like Twitter. I never have liked it, and now that it’s gasping out its dying breaths it’s not doing anything to change my mind. If you think people are mean on Facebook then you’ve not been on Twitter lately. Every time I log on (which isn’t often; maybe once a week) I end up unfollowing dozens of people. I used to follow a lot of authors, but now the majority of author accounts are nothing but updates on daily word count, retweets about other people’s books, BUY MY BOOK tweets and/or out-of-context lines from their books or blogs. There are only a couple of people who use Twitter almost exclusively for social media connections, and if it ends up that they’re the only two or three I follow anymore then so be it. But Twitter just makes me angry, anxious and depressed. So I rarely bother with it.

Google +

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I never log on there, so there’s that.

So that’s where I am. And where I’m not. 🙂 If you start looking around and wondering “Where is everyone?” then feel free to come join me on some of these other social media networks. Next up? Learning SnapChat. I have an account, but no idea how to use it. 😀


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There’s A Giveaway Happening!

This isn’t a blog post, per se, but more of a public service announcement. (And it’s fun to type per se. 😀 ) But I have a giveaway in progress right now over at my Facebook page.

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I’d love to have you enter if you’d like. All you have to do is bop over and find first post on the page and then comment with your favorite color. That’s it. And on Monday, October 10 I’ll let good ol’ Random choose a winner.

Good luck!


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What’s Wrong With Fall?

It’s no secret that I’m no fan of autumn. I’m not shy in letting anyone know that I detest everything about the end of summer and the beginning of fall, but this year I started wondering why that is. What’s wrong with fall? Why do I hate it so much? So I got introspective about it. Scary, I know. 😉

Fall Colors

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This is a big reason I don’t like fall. Yellow, orange, red, brown. Warm colors that I dislike even when they’re not all over the foliage. And while I’ll admit (grudgingly) that some areas, like the photo above, do look rather nice with those colors, overall I still don’t like them. No matter how they look for the brief time they’re there, they still indicate death. The leaves are dying from lack of sustenance. Dying, y’all. Starved. To. Death. To me, that’s just not beautiful, or inspiring, or awesome, or any other adjective other than sad.

Fall Hunting

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I’m not against hunting. Not at all. I know it keeps animal populations in check (a big necessity), and it provides food for people and takes the strain off their grocery bill. But as much as I understand it and even support those who like to hunt, I still don’t like seeing photos of dead deer with their glazed eyes all over my social media feeds. Or ducks with limp necks. Or whatever the hunters have managed to kill. I’d also rather not have panicked deer running out in front of my car. Another reason that fall equals death to me. If it’s not SEC College Football or the World Series, fall recreation makes me sad.

Fall Weather

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I hate cold. I don’t just dislike it, I hate it. And I hate it because it hurts. As someone with a chronic pain condition, cold or even cooler weather brings agony in ways you can’t imagine. I’m not talking about an air conditioned house or car. I’m talking about cold, damp weather that clings to clothes and exposed skin, and sinks into the core of your being. No amount of clothing will keep that crap out. And speaking of clothing, once you’re clad for the temperatures outside then you’re set up to be miserable when you enter stores, restaurants, or any businesses you may visit. Then it’s Sweat City, baby, and the hacking cough that comes with overheating. No, you can keep your fall weather. Please. And take winter with it.

Fall Education

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Oddly enough, this is the big one for me, the main reason I think that makes me hate fall. Back to school. I know, I know. I don’t go to school. But I used to, and I’m going to admit something I rarely hear anyone admit: I hated school. Hated it with every fiber of my being. Always did. I wasn’t one of those kids excited to start Kindergarten. Nope, I didn’t want to go. That carried over every single year until my last year of college. Just the thought of the quiet of a classroom set my teeth on edge and brought on anxiety. I seriously disliked parent/teacher conferences when my kids were young because I so hated the sounds and smells of a school. One year when money was tight I worked as a substitute teacher. Threw up every morning they called me to work. Gritted my teeth and counted the seconds until I could get the hell out of there, just like I did when I was a student. So the main thing about fall to me was having to go back to school, the most horrible situation I could think of.

So nothing about fall is enticing or pleasant to me since it induces anxiety, physical pain, emotional revulsion, and a stuffy nose which I didn’t even bother to mention above. I know that when fall arrives, winter can’t be far behind with freezing temperatures, frozen precipitation that makes just walking to the mailbox dangerous, and sends cars crashing into each other. No, fall/autumn/whatever-it’s-called is just evil to me. It’s always meant the death of everything pretty, whether it’s plant life, animals, or personal freedom.

I’m sorry, but I’ll never like this season. Give me spring and summer; give me warmth, and sunshine, and pinks and creams and purples, and baby animals, and sand, and swimming, and life. I’ll be huddled over here under a blanket, waiting.

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