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Thursday, April 13, 2017

The Art of Not Writing

Now I know this title sounds strange. How could not writing be considered an art? I'm speaking for myself, although I have spoken to many authors who have the same issue as I do. That is the time after you have completed your "baby" and it's in the hands of an editor or beta reader. You're in a state of suspension. Every morning, evening, or whenever you chose to write, you diligently sat down and let the characters in your mind spill out and unfold a story that has been your focus ... your purpose. And when that time is over, I personally am left with a hollow emptiness. Somewhat like empty nest syndrome.

I've created it, nurtured it and soon I will send it out into the world. However, it's not quite time. There are the edits that will be made after it is fingers crossed submitted and accepted, the cover search, the preview and then the availing. But in the silence of the in between I must figure out what to do. I don't want to jump right into the next story. I need time for closure. I usually give myself a week or two. I could read a new book and sometimes I do. But most of the time I can't concentrate because I find myself consumed in the in between. So I search for things to occupy my mind as it finds its way back to a place where I can let the new voices out.

Promo is great because it does take time. I try to get creative, well as much as I can. I'm not very skilled in this aspect of my writing career. Nonetheless, I'm out there plugging away. I find projects. The closet needs to be cleaned out, clothes for Goodwill, new recipes to try for dinner. You get the picture. This is where the art form comes in. Fine tuning and cultivating time. It's actually hard work. Exhausting at times. I'd rather be writing.

So here's to the art of not writing. May it never last long, always result in something productive and never leave you wanting for more.

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Winter Holiday 2016 - Get your Pre-Order in Now! Great for a gift too!!!

The end of year holidays are filled with joy as decorations go up worldwide. Parades give everyone a chance to join with others in happiness. Families make plans to gather for meals and celebrations.

A season for joy…

A season for celebration…

A season for family…

Solstice Publishing presents eleven talented authors with a dozen stories that portray the winter holiday season in many ways. Each tale will fill you with wonder, joy, and a sense of earned togetherness.

Celebrate with K.C. Sprayberry, Donna Alice Patton, Johnny Gunn, Susan Lynn Solomon, Debbie De Louise, Elle Marlow, Leah Hamrick, Eden S. Clark, E.B. Sullivan, M.A. Cortez, and Rebecca L. Frencl this winter holiday season.

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep Vol 4 - Another Eight to Consume, Dare if You Will—Beware of Your Doom.

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep Vol 4

Welcome to your worst nightmare. Sleep is highly overrated. You could be reading a book guaranteed to keep awake long after the kiddos are in bed and the Halloween candy is tempting you to grab some. Please enjoy these eight tales sure to send you to hiding under the bed!

Solstice Shadows and eight fabulous authors team up to bring you, our faithful readers, creepy tales from all around the world.


Sleep is impossible after reading these eight tales of things that go bump in the night…

Mysterious Warrior Battles Evil Coven…

Haunted wedding dress horror story…

Every secret has a cost…

Who am I and why am I here?

Long hidden secrets emerge from the pond…

Unexpected consequences from an interruption…

Don’t plan on the usual housewarming!

The perfect relationship from hell!

Sadie K. Frazier, Josie Montano, S.C. Alban, Johnny Gunn, K.C. Sprayberry, Debbie De Louise, Archimede Fusillo, and Alex Pilalis present eight stories of horror sure to have you screaming!

While you’re out and about for these wonderfully terrifying stories, check out our Halloween cookbook, to prepare wonderfully themed meals!

Have a scary time and don’t forget to leave the lights on!

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep Vol 3 - Eight Tales Sure to Scare, Read Them Today—If You Dare.

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep Vol 3

Welcome to your worst nightmare. Where creatures creep, bad guys or gals extract trouble where there is none, and you are guaranteed not to have a good night’s sleep.

Solstice Shadows and eight fabulous authors team up to bring you, our faithful readers, scary tales from all around the world.


Eight tales sure to send your goosebumps screaming in terror…

The Twilight Zone meets Hitchcock…

Do you see me now?

Nothing is as it seems…

Wake Up to Your Worst Nightmare…
It’s dark magic; get the picture?
Do captured Spirits really exist?

A dream house of mystery…

Cora inherits a haunted castle.

Authors Christopher Davis, Rocky Rochford, Leah Hamrick, S@yr, M.A. Cortez, P.J. Lawton, CS Patra, and E.B. Sullivan bring your worst nightmares to life in this scary, can’t put down anthology.

While you’re out and about for these wonderfully terrifying stories, check out our Halloween cookbook, to prepare wonderfully themed meals!

Have a scary time and don’t forget to leave the lights on!

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Writing and Retention with Fibromyalgia

For as long as I can remember, I've been a sponge when it came to reading. When I was a kid, I'd read anything I could get my hands on. As I got older, it became the time I could spend just for me.
The same was true for my writing. Although it was very different when I first started out, it evolved as I did. But always one thing remained, it was for me.

Several years ago, I was diagnosed with then a little known disorder, fibromyalgia. I use the word disorder even though it is characterized as a real disease, because most people look at you sideways if you dare to group this with something really treacherous. It took several doctor visits and tests to come to this funny little word. One I really hate by the way. It just sounds like the reject of diseases. But nonetheless, here it is. Over the years I have kept this funny little word at bay by exercise like yoga and cardio, combined with trying to eat healthy. Notice I said trying. Just like everyone else, I have my vices. Mine are usually in the form of dark chocolate with nuts, coconut and cherries. Oh and let us not forget the celestial being—peanut butter.

Most of the things that I have experienced over the years I've learned to deal with. Pain can be treated, prevented on occasion and tolerated. You learn to live with the fact that there are no longer days you don't feel it, just days you feel it less. It's stupid actually, to moan about something like this funny little word when there is real suffering in the world. So you internalize.

But there is one side effect that honestly breaks my heart. It's what they refer to as fibro fog. It clouds my memories and then eats at them. There are countless books, classics that I know I've read but can no longer remember. When I write, it has become a challenge to know who my characters are, their names, what I intended to do or how the journey was progressing. I have notebooks filled with things to remind me where I'm going and the place I left off the day before. My desk draw is literally comprised of notes. Unlike a few years ago when I could sit down write, walk away and then just resume, I now have to read back to refresh my mind. Sometimes I need to go back chapters to be sure. It won't stop me from doing what I love, but it sure does try. In addition, I no longer retain correct grammar, which for someone who loved English class is more than an annoyance. It's an embarrassment.

When I work with an editor and they know they have pointed out on other projects the proper use of things like capitalization use, punctuation, etc. it's humiliating to me. Knowing there is a reason other than I just don't take the time or care, but not wanting to say the words out loud. I don't retain the knowledge. It's fine when I'm working with the current edits but as soon as I'm done and I start writing another book it's as if I go on reset and the page is blank again. This funny little word has silently changed my life forever, but it's okay. I keep a good supply of paper and pens.