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Friday, October 24, 2025

I need my own theme song...and a personal assistant

The theme song would be great when I have no idea what the fuck is happening in my life and need music to cue me in. 😬
Jaws theme? Splendid. 
Imperial March? Cool.
All Star? Yeah...that tracks.
Looney Tunes theme song? Here we go again...
Little Girl Gone? Strap yaself in, because I am coming to fuck it up.
Eighties hair bands? I need NOSTALGIA!!! Stat!

And a personal assistant?
Oh. My. God.
This is one of my goals for next year. Sales are up, and I want to build on that. Live events create the most revenue, and I simply don't have enough spoons to zip around. 
There are events I've looked at which seem great, but they simply aren't feasible. I don't have it in me to haul my cookies and my books from venue to venue, even with my stubborn ass giving myself a pep talk.

I would like a personal assistant to travel with me. Handle putting together a street team. Keep my professional socials up-to-date. I need someone who understands my chaotic madness (does this person exist? πŸ€”). Well, or a nice facsimile. πŸ˜‰ 

That's me today.
Gorgeous rainy day in Oklahoma with temps that won't take my skin off.
Come to me, sixties as high, COME TO ME! πŸ‚πŸ’–
I'll take some of that rain, too.

Wednesday, October 22, 2025

My fair share of tribulations

I have fibromyalgia. I'm in chronic pain every day. My starting pain number is a 5, on a non-chronic pain patient's numbers. Mine runs from 5-12.

I had a book event Saturday in Waukomis, Oklahoma. My God, it was so much fun and truly amazing! What fell far short of that is how my body felt about two, of the four, hours in. I hated the chair I sat in. My spine, right hip, and both arms began to flare. Fibro speak for throwing a fucking tantrum.

Fibro causes severe pain in muscle and joints. And there's no rhyme or reason, IMO. My worst flares occur, usually, in my arms. It feels like someone slit the skin open from shoulder to elbow, reached in with both hands, and are wringing the muscle like a wash rag. Then there are the sharp pains, usually my legs and feet. Burning and tingling, also feet but add hands. Dull and throbbing could be, and is, everywhere. 

I've been diagnosed nearly two decades. 

Monday, I went with my middle child to clean out a storage locker which needed to be cleaned out years ago. I put stuffed animals in a plastic bag to wash. I moved a few things, nothing heavy, around, and threw some books, in an old crate, into the backseat of my car.

I didn't know if I was going to make it home. It was an hour drive back. I barely made it. Had to take a shower. Vaguely remember that. And then I crawled into bed. My body gave the "we're done" order, and I...was...done.
I've been in bed the past two days. Monday and Tuesday are a wash. I only got up today to take another shower and grab a WM pick-up. 
I spent the time in bed, in great pain. We're talking a 9-10 on my modified scale. I would've gladly harmed someone for a pain pill. (I only take ibuprofen and acetaminophen.) This is the time I consider pain management because there is NO managing this shit.
I don't medicate until I feel better. I medicate until I can function. 

My back, right hip, feet, hands, head, and arms absolutely shut the fuck down on me. I couldn't sleep because of the pain. Random sharp shit in my extremities. Throbbing aches in my arms. Painful vice grips on my right hip and my lower spine. 

I hurt right now, but I can mostly deal with it. I'll make sure and take my OTC drugs every however many hours. 

This is one of my big tribulations. Disappearing from social media, even for a couple of days is nearly the kiss of death. Especially for someone in the writing business. Add in the fact I'm releasing "Canary: Out of the Shadows" on November 14th, and you have yourself a shitshow. 
I am truly, TRULY, the star. 😬 

To tie it up with a bow, we all have our shit we go through. Try not to be so hard on yourself during these times. We tend to beat ourselves up over the smallest slight to ourselves while gladly forgiving others of the same.
Be kind.

And pass me a fucking pain pill...πŸ˜„



Tuesday, October 14, 2025

If you believe it, you can achieve it.

Hokey as hell, right? I mean, I identify as a realist. One would think I would dismiss this as New Age bullshit. Au contraire, mon frΓ¨re. I'm a free-spirited little manic psycho who believes in a bigger world than the one we see. I believe in speaking things into existence. I believe words hold great power. 

I believe in my goals.
Remember them?
I posted earlier, um--sometime 😢, about my goal list. I believe I may have went into how the first three quarters of 2025 were a depressive shitshow where I couldn't leave the tent. I didn't want to check out, per se, but I surely didn't want to check in.
(Med explanation on a later post.)

But I stated I achieved some goals in the last quarter. Didn't touch any of the assholes through August, but with a new med and whatnot, I could mark a couple off my list.

One of the goals is: Speak at 3 Author Panels. πŸ₯³
There is NOTHING better than talking about writing. Nothing. I could go on for days. It's a never-ending kinda love I got.

I spoke at the Lawton's Farmer Market. I will speak again at the Sapulpa Library on November 15th. And today, I found out that I'm giving a talk at the Bethany Library, on November 8th, about Plotting/Outlining/Organizing Chaotic Thoughts.
Am I not the poster child, or what?

Three. Three talks. ah ah ah
I'm so damn excited.

But there it is. Three author talks. Like in my goals. πŸ’–

Dream it. Believe it. Achieve it. 
I have a four line mantra I repeat to myself every day, sometimes more than once. It's inspiring to me and aligns me with my goals. 

Three speaking engagements. 
Oh, but I have to pass a background check first. πŸ€”
Maybe I should wait for the paperwork to come back. πŸ˜‚


Sunday, October 12, 2025

Live events

I had the BEST time at the 2025 Books & Brews in Lawton, yesterday! πŸ₯³
The people were fantastic, and it was a nice venue. 
It was a little over four hours, and I sold a book every 12-15 minutes on average. And I say unto you authors...DON'T SLEEP ON SMALL VENUES.

They are more intimate. They invite conversation. Whether people buy a book or not, I simply enjoy being there and interacting with everyone. But massive appreciation from Vanessa to Taylor to Dev to Shari for purchasing my books. You made it an incredibly wonderful day!

It was a family friendly event, and I only took "Canary"-both, "Over Her Head", and "Dream Walker". I WILL be in Waukomis, Oklahoma, this Saturday with my erotic romance offerings under my pen name, C'ann Inman.














It's hard to know what to take when you're unsure about it. I brought the romance on the off-chance there might be a reader or two interested. But my big sellers were my urban fantasy and supernatural thriller. 
As my catalog grows, it's going to be up to me to decide what I want to haul with me to these live venues and figure out what works best. 

I usually brought sixty books--a nice cross-section of genres, but I don't necessarily want to haul around eighty. 
And there's no precise gauge to use. "Chimera" sold big at Book Me Romance in August. 
I'll continue to fiddle with numbers and see what works best. 

Next month finds me in Oklahoma City for "Socially Booked" and the 2025 Authors Showcase at the Sapulpa Library.
Then I'll wind down the year and start up again with "Flirty in Kansas City" 2026.

It's not work when you love what you do.
πŸ’–

Friday, October 10, 2025

Time Travel Romances

Are these going out of style? You know, like "secret babies" a couple years ago? "Secret babies" are back, by the way. Vampire romances are making a comeback. And the spicier side of life--think "Why Choose" and "Monster Romance" are incredibly popular.

I'm immensely glad the romance genre and its subs (so much pun intended) exist. 

I received my rights back to a Time Travel Romance I published back in the day. I'm editing now. It's longer than I remember, around 77,000 words. It's contemporary. And I feel as though I simply don't see as many of these as I thought.

Needed to reclassify a couple of my stories to "Romantasy"; a word which didn't even exist when I wrote the books.  

This ties in to "writing to market."
I've said it before, and I'll say it again:  It's impossible. The writing market ebbs and flows. A genre breaks out as popular. Authors flood the market with the genre. Market is saturated. Sales decrease. Rinse. Repeat.

Write what you want to write. Need to write. The market, and its readers, will catch up. 
Good books always find a home.
I'll keep that in mind as I edit "In His Own Time". 

Tuesday, October 7, 2025

And the heavens opened...

Working on "Canary: Out of the Shadows". No. That whole sentence is NOT a typo. πŸ˜‚
Let's face it. I've been about as excited as a child getting their first shots. Sidenote: received the flu, pneumonia, and COVID vaccines yesterday. Put my short ass into bed at three in the PM. My arms still hurt like a bitch, and are still swollen, today. πŸ˜‘
And my body revolted, Oh...dear GOD! Arms, hips, right foot, left side. It's all some bullshit.
Moving on.

Today is OOS, and I AM excited about it. (Mostly.) More than half my tie-ins left actually happen in Hell, and I'm sadistically ecstatically erratically HERE FOR IT!

Been building up to this showdown and the big reveal for 2 1/2 books. πŸ₯³
I think readers will really enjoy the end of Ray's story and understand all the consequences which take place. 

As for me? I love Ray. Love her damaged little soul. Her audacity. Her morally grey morality. I don't know I've ever created a character I've enjoyed so much. Ray is top tier.

Also, check this out! It's 59 degrees here! πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘
Ya girl ran to WM for like, five things or so, and opened up her moonroof and the back windows. 
OMG...heat destroys me, and this cooler weather is AMAZING.
(not for my fibro...but whatevs...)

That's it from my desk. 
OOS has 36,453 words. I hope to have it released November 14th.
Need to finish it first.
ha
ha
sigh

Sunday, October 5, 2025

Tools of the trade

I don't even want to discuss what time it is. πŸ˜‘ 
Considering I rolled into bed 12 hours ago, I suppose I shouldn't complain.
But I will. πŸ˜‚

At this godforsaken time in the AM, we're going to discuss some tools of the trade.

Yesterday, I spent a great deal of time adding titles in Kindle Direct Publishing and https://draft2digital.com/. As I went to grab the link for the latter, I'd already sold a book I added. πŸ₯³

But let me back it up.

LONG GONE are the days of simply whipping out a story and doing a bit of publicity and marketing. Back in the early aughts, I'd write a book. Submit. We'd edit. I'd fill out a form for the cover designer. Publish. Market.
Rock on.

Yesterday, being an Indie Author, it looked a little like this:
pulled older work I recently received the rights back 
open in Word
delete previous publisher info and add mine
FORMAT (format is now one of my "f" words 😣)
Edit
Purchase more ISBNs from Bowker at 29.50 a pop. I'd still suggest buying your own ISBN for your works. You WILL need a separate one for mediums i.e. digital or print.
Fill out ISBN information for digital book
Run my manuscript through Kindle Create program to check for formatting errors. It'll kick out a Kindle and ePub copy that should be clean to use in Kindle Direct.
Format, when needed, and curse fluently
Go to Kindle Direct, fill out data, upload manuscript.
Add cover design.
Launch previewer to check for errors.

I use Canva Premium to design my covers, except the explicit ones because Canva is a prude. If I want spicy, I use Shutterstock.
I design my covers around the time I finish, or I'm about to finish, my work. Then, because I'm rowing this boat solo, I actually design a page with the cover and tropes. And now, I design a third page I can add to Insta and TikTok and Threads. 
I throw this reel soup together in Adobe Photoshop Elements 2023 with the Video Editor. My only complaint being the music selection for the background is LIMITED.
I used CapCut Web on some previous works, better music, but you have to renew yearly, and it's an expense I didn't want or need.

After adding eBook to KDP (Kindle Direct), I go back and add the ISBN for the print project.
Then to Kindle Direct. 
This time, I need to design the entire cover flap, as the digital copy only needs the front cover.
 
One of us, me me me, nearly went mental designing the full flap for "One Enchanted Evening" because I needed to find a color to complement the gold and cream colored invitation. If I didn't try every fucking tile on the massive color square, TWICE, I swear to you...
Moving on.

Also, you need keywords to add to your manuscript file. I opened my handy, dandy Publisher Rocket and opened my "keyword search" where I found similar titles and looked at their keywords to get ideas to use for mine.
If you can afford it, BUY THIS!
They're going to move to an annual subscription, eventually, and the one-time payment for access is well worth it.
I could continue to gush all about it, but we've work to do.

Add keywords and genres to KDP files.

Shuffle over to Draft2Digital to add eBooks there. 
You're not paying for any of this. Draft2Digital will take a percentage of sales. They make your book available to: 
Apple Books
Barnes & Noble
Kobo (including Kobo Plus)
Smashwords Store
Tolino
OverDrive
cloudLibrary
Everand
Baker & Taylor
Hoopla
Vivlio
BorrowBox
Odilo
Palace Marketplace
Gardners

Small caveat, some of these distributors will not accept spicy content. Roll with the punches, darlings.
Still a hell of a deal.

Then I move onto the next.
I WILL say I do Canva in blocks. I designed Insta posts for four different books, one after the next, and then threw them into Adobe to make reels.
I find this easier to keep my train of thought, hard on the best days, when I'm doing something repetitively.

I think that's basically it. 
Minus the blood, sweat, tears, and profanity.

Gotta love what you do. πŸ’–

Saturday, October 4, 2025

Combined ADHD brain

I'm fifty-three and diagnosed this year. A lot of people ask if it's even worth being diagnosed at an advanced age.
I believe so.

My wee grey matter has days like if you went to a Fourth of July fireworks show, and they set all of them off at once.
I'm nearly manic.
For those old enough to remember, it's like Alex Keaton in "Family Ties", high on amphetamines, studying for a test and rolling back and forth in his chair from question to answer and acing it. 
That's me.
In the chair.
Except, there's like twenty desks.
And I'm not acing it. πŸ˜‚

Last night, I couldn't go to sleep because my mind filled with everything I wanted/planned to do today. I honestly thought about getting up and starting those, even after I took my night meds, which includes a sleeping pill.
I finally drifted off, only to wake at 4:30 this morning (have I told you I HATE mornings???) and begin again.
With a mental list. For my mental self.

Knowing I have ADHD helps. It makes sense of things I do and how I do them. It's wanting to be organized but struggling to be. It's trying to research and ending up in a rabbit hole or holes sixty-five tabs in.
It's a hundred and six post-it notes of a dozen colors atop my desk. 
It makes SENSE now.

I've always accepted and embraced my quirks. (I have my share and probably yours, too.) But it's good to know I was made this way. 
It's my vibe. πŸ’–




Friday, October 3, 2025

It's the small things

Like trying to match the color of cover font to spine and back pieces of the book. Was I driving myself absolutely batshit attempting to do so?
You know me too well.
πŸ˜‚

Lordt.

I made a list, on my trusty post-it note, of the four stories I needed to revise/edit/publish.
I've finished THREE.
πŸ₯³πŸŽ‰
I am SO excited about it!

*deep breath*
Now, I'll be editing/formatting (😑) "One Enchanted Evening." Not sure whether to keep the title as is, or use another one. 
I wrote "Perfect Timing" (the time travel romance) before there were 800 books of the same name. You know, back in the mid-aughts. Twenty odd years later, and I've changed it to "In His Own Time." Revisions should be SLAPPING.

What will I be doing this weekend??? WRITING ON CANARY: OUT OF THE SHADOWS if I have to duct tape my short ass to my desk. πŸ˜’
Me and my issues.

Think I may have pulled something last night when granddaughters climbed all over me. Have additional back pain on top of the usual suspects. 
ffs

And that's my world this Friday morning. Back at it. Head first into the craziness that exists in my wee grey matter. 
Need to calm down with the new and shiny and get back to the older and forgotten.

Have a great weekend!



Tuesday, September 30, 2025

It's the remix, baby!

Ya girl is playing with her older books and revising and revamping. New covers and edits. Fresher blurbs. Doing the most over here.
As I'm still coughing up my lungs...πŸ˜‘

Anyway, this morning will be me making a reel for "Programmed for Pleasure." That means Adobe Photoshop something or other and my learning curve. *sigh*
But, here we go.

I'm having fun tinkering in Canva for the new covers. Here are the ones I've revamped so far:

For readers who crave enchanted love stories with brooding heroes, brave heroines, and the magic of fate.
If you’re a fan of modern erotic romance with humor, temptation, and heat, you’ll love this tale.
If you’re a fan of bargain-for-love plots with high-stakes passion, you’ll devour Diana and Sheridan’s story.
For readers who devour fantasy romance with high stakes, dark forces, and love written in prophecy.

















And that's what my short sick ass has been doing. πŸ₯³
I'm off into the Adobe depths of trying to create something I normally wouldn't even attempt.
But seriously?
When has THAT stopped me??? πŸ€”πŸ˜‚



Sunday, September 28, 2025

You may be right...I may be crazy

Judgment-free zone here. 

I've decided, in my manic wisdom, that I function better when my hair is on fire. This sounds counter-productive, but stick with me.

I'm currently: finishing "Canary: Out of the Shadows", editing "The Portrait", editing "What He Wants", buying ISBNs for my revised books and assigning them, putting together a book catalog, renaming and editing "Perfect Timing", and editing two short erotic romance stories for Christmas. 😁

It absolutely knocks my ass into the dirt, but I'm thriving with it. Well, not yesterday. When I thought editing "The Portrait" would be the hippest of beans, and I spent roughly 3 1/2 hours reformatting it. That was a nice descension into publishing purgatory. Still fucking with it. πŸ˜‘

Talked to my therapist about my complete blocked feelings on "Canary: OOS". Like...I can't even bring it up and dick around in it. Something vitally important missing somewhere. We figured out I need tangible proof of my progress. 
Well, hellooooooooo post-it notes!

I used to write word count start and finish on these bad boys so I could assure myself I actually did work that day. I'd gotten out of the habit. But in my mind, it's a starter AND an alternator. I will absolutely not keep track WHILE I'm typing because then I want to pluck my eyeballs out their sockets. It's only when I do not pay attention that the story usually works better.

I love to feel accomplished. 
Don't we all?

I've run across an issue with the older books with some being in .pdf and some in .doc or .docx. That's a bit maddening because formatting is bullshit. I will stand by that statement forever. Utter. Ridiculous. Extraneous. Bullshit.
How I loathe it.

But, I'll figure it out. Hopefully. 😢
It's a roller coaster ride. 
Helps to fan the flames in my hair.
πŸ˜‚

Thursday, September 25, 2025

Have you ever?

Certainly.
And several times today.  πŸ˜’

Have you ever decided you're going to clean the hell out of a room? Strip that bitch basically down to the sheet rock and fix EVERYTHING?
Yeah.
That's how I roll.
Our Maker decided not to give me a "moderation" button. They're like...nah. This cow be chaotic, and we love it.
Cool.
Cool.

I will pull shit out of every drawer and closet. Flinging it here, there, and wherever. Then my cheeks sit in the middle and sort. It's tedious, but oh-so-satisfying.
Except.
Except when chronic pain hits a third of the way through, and I'm questioning my life choices. Except when I gaze about, and my eyes glaze over because it's a teeny-weeny-bit more than I anticipated. Just a smidge.

And then...it happens.
Are those all the socks I have? 
Is that my journal from 2012?
Do I even own mascara?
Finally found those damn pants. Remember when...?
Oooooo...what is THIS?

You feel me. 
You have been DE-railed.

As I'm fighting pneumonia and down with the sickness, I've tried to use time that I'm not horizontal into putting together an Inman Books catalog. It would have been viable before my rights were returned for earlier books, but it's exceptionally timely now.

I know there's an easier way to do this, but I'm hands-on-ing the living shit out of it, and it's been a great connector to me and my works. 
A book per page. 

But THEN!!!
Since I changed my PayPal to a business account, I had the most brilliant idea to make that my payment hub. Because of course I did.
And what the good fuck am I doing now, you ask?
Oh. My short, sick little ass is copying code like I know something.
Of course, I DO remember (with my short OLD ass), when you could create your own website and plug in code. And, there was always MySpace. 

But I didn't ask for this. There was no sign up.
Let's bottom line this bullshit.

Why, in this world or any of the others, do you think anyone can simply snap, crackle, and pop this stuff together like magna-tiles?
My wee grey matter is focusing on two different screens and three different problems. Putting code in? Sure, right after I fly to the moon and operate on my own brain.
I canna do it.

But hey! Let's at least try. 😢
Chaotic Cow with a mission.



 

Wednesday, September 24, 2025

Challenges

Told you I was sick, right? 
Ya girl has pneumonia. πŸŽ‰
I don't believe I've ever had this particular illness. I don't believe I ever want to have it again.
Currently trying to cough up one, or both, of my lungs.
Puts a wrench into those wonderful plans I made. πŸ˜‘

I am, however, doing what I can.

Going to be honest here. I don't "get" Instagram. I have a hard time posting on it, and it drives me batshit. Thought I created a carousel reel in Canva. Tried to post it on there. HA! Silly Crystal. Then I opened up Adobe photo or video something or other and created one. 
The learning curve on that one was steep. πŸ˜’
It was a PROCESS.

First, created the pictures I wanted on Canva. Then uploaded those pictures, added music, and edited a reel. 
What did I tell you about dipping toes into unknown waters? That shit happens on the daily.
But now?
I'll be making one for each of my books. Hopefully speed up the process a bit.

Also, need to edit older books and create new book covers. Format. So on and so forth. 
Not going to hop ALL over that right now as I'm not sleeping the best (at all).

Challenges?
Oh. Plenty.
*shrug*
Just keep at it with whatever you have on hand. Little steps are still steps. It's all progress.
I'm excited for the end result.
And even MORE excited when this absolute shitshow leaves my body.



Saturday, September 20, 2025

Well well well. What have we here?

If you have granddaughters that watch "The Nightmare before Christmas", you'll know this is Oogie Boogie with his introduction. 
LeeLee, oldest granddaughter, would sit in my office chair and wait for me to come out of the bathroom JUST to swivel in said chair and say these words. I would crack up every time.

But. What HAVE we here?

Oh. This author typing around 5000 words yesterday on "Out of the Shadows." πŸ₯³

When you write multiples, there are many things you need to do.

1. Keep the pace. Can't let any of the books fall behind in sense of urgency. Solved a problem? Create another. Immediately.
2. Character arcs. If you're not arcing, I'm not reading. Characters pull me in, followed by premise. If I'm not cheering or hissing, why bother?
3. Consistency. Oh, I'm awful at this, sometimes. I DO blame my ADHD for this one. Sometimes I forget eye or hair color, especially with multiple characters. Descriptions I've used. That's why I use OneNote and often copy pictures that resemble my characters.
4. If you introduced it in book one, you better explain it by the end. Loose ends are bullshit. This is also another one I struggle with, occasionally.
5. Closing. All. The. Doors. Unless you've decided for a spin-off of some sort. Readers need closure. I need closure.

Sure I've mentioned it before, but I used to write chronologically. Since the house fire of 2006, I write whatever scene pops for me. Sometimes, it is straight up linear. But never the whole book.

I wrote down "tie-ins" that I needed to cover before wrapping this big bad book up. There are 17.
😬 
Is this awful? Not even close. I have about half of the book to write to finish. And a lot of these items happen in the last half of the book. But it's a daunting list when you're eyeballing it daily. 

What we have is me finally immersing myself back into the story and not playing with all the shiny new things, like my older books which need revising. 
I'm back in the game. πŸ₯³

Friday, September 19, 2025

Preemptive something

What should I be doing RIGHT NOW?
Working on "Canary": Out of the Shadows".
What AM I doing?
heh 😬

I'm under the weather. Sound like a seal barking when I try to talk. It's awesome. Lungs and throat are little bitches.
But I also know that I need to incorporate the elements I listed on OOS into said story. Cool beans. The coolest of beans. Hippest beans around.
I'm...not feeling it.
Hoping that changes. sigh
I have most of the day to do this!

But I digress.
This is about FOOD. ALL THE DAMN FOOD.

When I am in a writing flow/tear/manic stage, I will eat everything but the kitchen sink. It's like I'm expending energy, LOTS of mental energy, and my body demands to be compensated.
I'm not out here saluting the sun like Denise Austin or kicking the shit out of my back-up people doing Tae-Bo. (I see you, Billy.) I'm not roller-skating, hoola-hooping, or jump roping. 
I'm sitting at my damn desk with my little engine that could trying to break the sound barrier.

But man. I need snacks. I've gone in the kitchen, found absolutely nothing (thank you hindsight and foresight) and settled for eating things I don't even want. Because I require sustenance.

I'm not sure what part of my weirdness this comes from, and I don't have the time or wherewithal at this juncture to examine self. 
I'm sick, remember?

But damn it! I picked up a box of jalapeno poppers, potato skins, and taquitos this morning.
Carbs and grease. 
I couldn't be more excited.
Ate my healthy breakfast, and now we wait.
For:
inspiration
all the words
a storm that knocks out all electronics (checks the sky)
SOMETHING

And when my wee brain is shriveled up like a snail that found sodium, I'm going to reward that cerebellum with one, or all, of the above. πŸ₯³

On a completely unrelated note, I hate hair on my neck. I've only now figured out that when I put up a ponytail/bun, I can make sure the end of it is facing north, not south. 
"Special" doesn't even begin to cover it.

Writing in Oklahoma, hopefully, sans hair on neck. πŸ˜„

EDIT: Forget mentioning the Sun Chips. It's a little after noon. They gone.

Tuesday, September 16, 2025

Out and about

I've three, possibly four, more book appearances this year. I usually cut off after August because nearly all the bdays, both babies and gbabies, occur in the latter part of the year. All my babies born in October. Three of my four granddaughters in September. Anniversary in October. 
It's...a lot.
But when opportunities arise, I'd be foolish not to jump on them.
Foolish, I'm not.

I will, possibly, be at the 2025 Authors Festival in Lawton from 8-11, October 11th. TBD
I will be at the Spicy Book Festival in Waukomis from 2-6, October 18th.
I will be at Social Capital in OKC 5-9, November 1st.
I will be at the 2025 Oklahoma Authors Showcase in Sulphur 10:30-1:30, November 15th.

I absolutely love meeting new authors and readers. It's one of the best parts of this experience. 
If you can, stop by and see me at one of these locations.
I'd love to meet you!






Sunday, September 14, 2025

The boring stuff

I spent four hours or so, yesterday, writing up new blurbs for most of my books. This comes from finally having my rights back to earlier works. 
With that comes: editing, new book covers, and repackaging as a whole. 
Boring as shit.

I enjoy making the new covers and asking opinions from other authors and readers. I love a new perspective. Did I enjoy literally shaking my brain like a maraca yesterday to try and come up with new and catchy descriptions for a dozen or so books?
That's a hearty HELL NO!
Is it done? Indeedt. 

What exciting business is on the agenda today?

1. Worked on book covers. Made progress.
2. Editing "Warrior and the Sparrow" and placing chapter breaks where needed. 
3. Start editing either "What He Wants" or "One Enchanted Evening" or "The Portrait" or...
πŸ˜‘πŸ˜‘πŸ˜‘ 

It is...tedious.
My ADHD brain is rattling the cages to do something exciting! Write new scenes. Look up absolutely atrocious things on Google. (I can't remember precisely what I Googled on Friday, but it should have put me on a Watch List. 🀭)
I was on a roll.

All this to say, it's part of it. It can't all be fun and games and finishing books and Googling things that would make a sadist pale.
Nope.
Sometimes, it's sitting down and doing what needs to be done, even if it feels about the same as bamboo shoots under our finger nails.

I want these old, new, stories polished and fresh. Ready to impress. 
If that means I'm sitting at my desk at the ass crack of dawn with red eyes, an attitude, and clothes that should have been burned a decade ago, SO BE IT.  😌

Back to it.
😢


Friday, September 12, 2025

I'm using my planner.

Um...let's say I found another 2025 planner on my book shelves. A pristine planner with a really awesome cover. πŸ˜’ That no pen has ever touched. 
You know, in September of said year. 😐

NO ONE needs to make me crazy, folks. I'm more than well-equipped to do it, myself.
Who can deny the siren's song of new planners and notebooks? They beckon to me with gorgeous covers and promises of keeping my life together. And me? I fold like a house of cards, thanks. 😊

I need them all.
*ahem*
Want them all.

I have notebooks that I treasure so much that I've never written in them. Because I love the cover. Or how the pages are formatted inside. Or...any number of minutiae that somehow put me off using these notebooks. There is actually one I want to keep exactly as it is because it inspired a book I want to write.
I love them.

What does my Wish List on Amazon consist of? 
Usually notebooks. 
My wife is completely unamused. πŸ˜‘
But words are my jam, and I need places to put them. Or...not. Whatever the notebook tells me to do. 
πŸ˜ΆπŸ˜‚

But! The light at the end of my ADHD tunnel is this: I USED my big (8 1/2 by 11) planner this year. I wrote down bdays, appts, and notes to myself. I was kind of, almost, really reaching for some organization.
Ironically, I mostly love organization. It points and laughs at me.

And how does it make me feel?
Um, weird, quite honestly. I like it, but it's out of my realm, if that makes sense. 
Like...oh! Look at Future Me. Wrote down appts and dates of things I needed to do.
Present Me: Oh. Holy shit. THIS is how it works...πŸ€”

It's a process, folks.
And for the record, I've already bought my 2026 Planner. 
πŸ₯³πŸŽ‰


Friday, September 5, 2025

Resolutions? Nah...goals.

I suck at resolutions. So I decided to try "goals". I make a list of about 7 or so every year and post by my desk, in my office.
Funny thing being, I have ADHD combined, and I have visual-related issues. In other words, I often ignore things in plain sight due to executive dysfunction and working memory. Or, once it's been there for a bit, I'll gloss right over it. Like I can't even see it.

I posted 7 goals for 2025, CONVINCED it was going to be my year.


This.
Did.
Not.
Happen.





Not remotely. Not semi-remotely. Just...no.

Had a massive bout of depression. Hadn't been that bad in years. Rough start. Lost my precious Simba in May. Still absolutely gutted. 
I didn't want to do anything. And honestly? I didn't have the energy or wherewithal to even BEGIN.

Little me. Lost at sea. 

Turned on to a new medication for depression. 😊 It's a bit different, but it's helping. Also, trying a new mood stabilizer. 

And guess what? My life is overflowing with wonderful things. (My body is still unholy as fuck-all...thanks Fibro. πŸ˜’)

I finished "Dream Walker" which I started like a bat out of hell and then let sit for months. I put a new cover on a short story and published that. I usually do three conferences: February and two in August.
This year? I have two more in October and two in November. 
And the best got damn news I've had in a minute?
A previous publisher gave me back ALL MY RIGHTS to those earlier books. I think there's around ten, plus six or so short stories. πŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒ

Suddenly, I'm like...holy SHIT! I hit three of the seven goals.
3 OF 7! πŸ’–
(in less than a month)

All my rambling summed up to say: If you're struggling, find help. Do not be quiet. Do not suffer. Depression is a right whore, and I tried so many medications hoping to help with it. They did not. Current med is.

Manifest what you desire. Write that shit down. Believe in it. Believe in yourself. 
No two roads are the same, but there ARE roads. 
And, do what you are meant to be doing. If you can't do it full-time, then squeeze it in when you're able. It'll feed your soul. πŸ’—

Friday, August 29, 2025

The wand chooses the wizard

I thought I'd be picking one of two contemporary romances after editing "Dream Walker" and finishing "Canary: Out of the Shadows."

I thought.  πŸ˜’

It was a cute thought. Full of intention and parsing out which appealed to me more. 

But guess what??? That, of course, didn't pan out. So what is Crystal doing? Oh. She's working on another fantasy romance. Because the title, two whole words, came to me, and I couldn't get it out of my wee brain.
Then it started unfolding like an origami swan.  

Oh, wait. And I have a rhyme to go with the story I plucked out from one word, "chandelier."
Do I need professional help? WAY ahead of you. Does it interfere with my wonky choosing of titles and soon-to-be books?
Thankfully not.

THIS is my process. Is it maddening? Oh, you betcha. But the chaos works for me. I'm chaotic neutral, by the way. πŸ˜„
Never you mind I have characters and notes for both contemporary romances. And all I have for the fantasy romance is a title, rhyme, and premise.
Let's do this shit! πŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒ


Monday, August 25, 2025

Designing woman

What other Indie Authors don't tell you is...you are in charge of everything. Emphasis:  EVERYTHING.
My short ass writes the books, designs the covers, markets the books, and everything else in-between. And let's be honest, I am NOT an artist in any way, shape, or form. I remember trying to make an owl in first grade with shapes, and let's just say my furry friend looked like it fell out of its nest. I can't draw a straight line. I can't draw a circle with any degree of accuracy. I simply am not THAT person. I love the hell out of you that are. 

I WANT a Personal Assistant. I WANT someone to handle ads, marketing, and newsletters. Realistically? Now isn't happening. 
Which leaves...me.

I'm proud of the covers I've designed. I've received many compliments on my "Canary" covers. That gave me a boost to subscribe to Canva and act like I know something about it. I may not know dick about design, but I know when something clicks--same as my writing.

I can look at a design and see what works and what doesn't. Placement, font, and colors. And I will mess with it until I get that "click." (I struggle with wanting to put that damn period after the quotations, but I guess now it goes IN? πŸ˜’)

I've now designed my book covers, adverts, and signage. I open Canva like a woman with a purpose. I've leaned into it. 

Is there a room in my house which I've had designing plans for years? Why yes. Yes, there is. Will that ever happen? No comment at this time.

But did I make two signs today I absolutely love? Hell yes, I did. 
I'll take my wins where I can get them.

Authors, I'm here to say you CAN do it. By your damn self. All of it. Is it overwhelming? Of course it fucking is. But is it doable??? Of course it fucking is. Have faith in yourself and that drive that makes you put pen to paper or fingertips to keyboard.

YOU. CAN. DO. IT. 
(Will not be posting the Rob Schneider gif. but you get the picture.) πŸ˜‰

Friday, August 22, 2025

Psychological Thriller

For my lovely readers who aren't into romance, I offer up this psychological thriller:

Dream Walker

Available Winter 2025.
******************
Rissa Clay is a dream walker. She enters and controls dreams. Weaponized as a child and kept from the outside world, Rissa kills her nocturnal “targets” to stay alive. Rissa, shaped into a ruthless serial killer, escapes, and vows to make her handlers pay for years of abuse.
Sweet dreams.



Mornings can bite me

My new time to wake up is 4am. I was not consulted about this completely indecent hour. It simply...happened. πŸ˜‘

I've never liked waking up early. I've done it out of necessity. No one is happy in Whoville this morning.

On the other hand, I've a list of things to do today, and I may as well start before the sun even rises. 

Blog
Switch "Captivation" to Kindle Unlimited. (Can I do that? We shall see.)
Write on "Canary: Out of the Shadows"
Figure out which Contemporary Romance I'm working on next
Finally clean out my bags from the last two author events
Various and sundry other matters
Write down upcoming author events in sacred calendar
Figure out titles to take for upcoming author events

As you can see, it's not for lack of items to-do. It's for complete lack of ambition in this ungodly morning.
Maybe this is my new normal? 😱
Perish the thought.
And pass me a Pepsi.


Wednesday, August 20, 2025

Comings and goings

Absolutely had the BEST time at "Book Me Romance" 2025! Chatted with readers and other authors, ate some phenomenal quesatacos from Birrieria Le Jefa, and sold some books. πŸ₯³πŸŽ‰
I've already signed up for next year. I'll have new and improved SPARKLY bags and at least two new titles! πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–

I'll finish "Canary: Out of the Shadows" before the end of the year, which will complete my "Canary" trilogy. I'm going to miss Ray. She's damaged to hell and back. Literally. But that woman has my heart and soul. May have to do more with the series or cameo her in other books. I can't say goodbye yet!

I started writing a psychological thriller early early this year. Plowed through about 40k words and then hit my depression roadblock. I'd like to finish that.
Also, there are at least two contemporary romance I need to write. I'm leaning more toward one than the other, but I want to finish at least one within a year. 

Busy with the blessed gbabies over the summer (the heathens...for you in the know). Now I have medical appts every Tuesday and Thursday for a month and then Thursdays. I still have therapy and appts with my mental med doc. The only days that look fairly clean are Saturday-Monday.

Puts more pressure on me, but hopefully, that's a kick in the butt--not the teeth. 











Thursday, August 14, 2025

Packing...for "Book Me Romance"

I have no idea how "normal" people do anything.

Me? I make out several lists, duplicating much, and like to get my shit together in a panic. You know, like real people. 

Doing a final book count today for what I'm taking. Need to print and laminate. Pack the car. Pack my suitcase.
Feel the unraveling of my planning at warp speed. ZIP ZOT ZOOM

I have three appointments today. And what good luck they coincide on the day before I take my trip. 😢
Baha...ha.
Oil change this morning. Hair this afternoon. Therapy mid-afternoon.
I think we all can see these are necessary but time-consuming.
Also put in a WM order, but I'm not picking that up until tomorrow morning. Which, in case you wondered, was NOT the best planning because I need my chocolate-covered pretzels...STAT!

And planning for one night is crazy but necessary. I'll pack everything, and it'll take me at least a week to unpack. I like to wait until I actually NEED something before I remove it from the suitcase. Because why do everything at once?
Who ARE you people???  πŸ˜‚

Then my wonderful brain cycles through the "Did I forget something?" portion of the show. Like this is life or death, and if I don't bring black sharpies, scissors, and tape...my world will end.
Thanks to my neurodivergent brain...that's exactly what it feels like. 
And I've put this off until the last minute so I'm actually using a list of things I need from an OLD list. 
Don't judge me.
I'm too busy judging myself.

But wait!
Then it will be time for the book event. And I will release endorphins and soothe my itchy brain for most of the day. I'll have the opportunity to network/meet new authors, greet my old friends, and mingle with readers from all over.
I will PEOPLE so much! πŸ₯³

Then I'll crawl home, hug my bed, and start writing on what I have in queue. It's a rollercoaster ride of ups and downs that comes with being an author. 
We live for these events.
Some of us a bit closer to the edge than others. πŸ˜‘

Saturday, August 9, 2025

Book Me Romance Author Event 2025

I'm on the road again!

Please join me this Saturday, August 16th, in Ft. Smith Arkansas. 😊
It'll be my second year attending Book Me Romance, and it's always a good time!
Come meet wonderful authors and rub elbows with other devoted readers. 




Sunday, August 3, 2025

Reality check

It's easy to be wrapped up in my head and forget certain things. I live in my head quite a bit, as it is. But it's nice to have a reminder that I'm actually living my dream.

Red Dirt Romance Book Event was an event for the ages. OKRWG simply puts on one of the best book conferences of the year, and it continues to grow.

I listened to Jill Monroe and Gena Showalter give a presentation about characters. I heard agents speak on the ins and outs of submitting and accepting book offers. I listened to authors talk about their journeys and remind me of why I started.

And the book signing?
I love all of you. From those who simply wanted a signature to those who bought three of the five titles I offered. Every minute I spent talking to readers and other authors is nearly sacred. These are my people. Will always be my people. And I'm so incredibly grateful for every experience allowing me to connect like this did.

I leave you with these two pictures from a wonderful reader, Amber. (I remember her well, as that is my sister's name.) This is her book haul, and you'll see my Contemporary Romance title, "Over Her Head." That is wonderful enough. But look at the company my book is keeping.
It's rubbing spines with authors like Candice Gilmer, Avery Kingston, Lauren Smith, and yes...!!! πŸ₯³
...THE Gena Showalter.





Forever grateful for the readers and opportunities. 😌

Saturday, August 2, 2025

It's 8:30 am, and I'm already eating chocolate

I love book conferences. There is, however, that eternal nagging feeling I'm missing something in my packing frenzy.

Books? Cart to transport? Laminated sheets with prices and info? Business cards? Tape? Scissors? Sharpies? 
???

I'll be signing books today from 2-5 at the Red Dirt Romance Book Event. I love chatting with readers and fellow authors. There is literally nothing that comes close to being around likeminded people who love to chat about the written/spoken word.

I attended sessions yesterday, and it always fires me up to hear authors talk about their journey and experiences. 
However, the seats are unforgiving, and I'm almost paralyzed today. I even turned the seats around so I could lean into them-forward.
My spine is pissed.
Thank you, Fibro, you whore.
I'm skipping the morning sessions because doing 5 hours at my table will probably be all I can handle, at this point. Honestly? It'll probably damn near kill me. Going to bring a lumbar pillow to see if that helps.

Hope your Saturday is a good one.
Wish me well!

Sunday, July 27, 2025

Slowly but surely

The other day I Googled how to clean blood off of steel. I'm not remotely ALL the way back, but it was a first step.
I see other writers zipping ahead with upcoming releases, and I'm happy for them. Because that feeling is AH-mazing. I haven't finished anything this year.
Yet.
Stings a bit, yeah. 
Okay...more like I whacked a wasp nest and am standing at ground zero. 

It's hard to come to terms with limits. But this year has felt like hitting a wall every time I turn around. And it's a right bitch.
Physically? My body is a shitshow. Fibro flares. My right arm? Oooooooo....she is not nice. Daily. Nerve zaps from here to there. Yada.
Mentally? Have I MENTIONED we're playing with mood stabilizers and ADHD meds? Which has spun me into a depression I heretofore have not felt in years? HAVE I? 😢
Sure I have. 😬

But life continues. I'm still supposed to roll out of bed and live my life as though everything is honky-dory. Because masking works for other people. It's cool to be depressed as fuck as long as I don't rain on anyone's parade. As long as I laugh when I'm supposed to and pretend I'm not dying inside. 
Been there. Done that. 

I'm clawing my way back. I think, MAYBE, the new mood stabilizer might be working. I start the full dosage Wednesday, and I hope I can turn a little corner. A baby corner, if you will. 

And maybe I can find my Muse again. I used to kid Simba was my Muse, as his little furry ass kept me company in my office. But all I have are his ashes now, and that's a kick in the balls on the daily. 

Rough year, innit?

Saturday, July 26, 2025

Red Dirt Romance Book Event

Red Dirt Romance Book Event

I'll be here with half-price books on two or three titles. Cleaning out inventory to make room for more! πŸ’–

RDR Book Event is an 18+ romance book signing event that takes place the last day of the RomanceLahoma conferene.


Where: Embassy Suites by Hilton Downtown Medical Center

When: August 2nd

Time: 2-5pm, Registration Required, No walk-ins

Sunday, July 13, 2025

Six steps for the perfect burnout

Turning the traction control off! ...

Putting in first gear, left foot on the clutch. ...

Roaring the engine and putting enough pressure on the throttle, so the tachometer hits around 3000 to 3500 RPM.

Releasing the clutch which gets the tires spinning.

Pushing the break immediately!

*****************************************

Not to brag, but I only needed like three steps. 
And I'm spinning my wheels right now over 10,000 rpm and going nowhere, so be jelly. 😌

Writing ideas, and continuations, come in fits and starts, but I feel paralyzed. 
Simba's loss is an open wound. Briefly thought about opening up to another feline. Promptly shut that down. Way too soon. Way way too soon.
My Executive Dysfunction is Top Tier. 
Body Flares? Oh, they are star-spangled, let me tell you. My chronic pain starts at a 5, daily. It's been popping at a 8/9 for around a week or so. Makes me ponder, once again, about pain management. But I fear that once I'm in, I'm literally never out. Scares the shit out of me. But I can't take this daily. It hurts to everything. πŸ˜ πŸ˜–
I did decide, in the abyss of trying to find an app to help me...(we often reach for odd things when we're sinking)...to try "Finch." Let me know if you also are on this interesting bird app, we can be featherheads together!
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
I may also suck at this and leave my wee pink Strawberry hatched and homeless. 😬
But we all hope not. πŸ˜‘

And this country???
OH
MY
FUCK
😑😭
You know.

That's me. Bothered. Unmoisturized. Swerving from lane to lane. Burnt right the fuck up and out.
With TWO Book Conferences in August!

Good news there being I think I'm going to half price three of my titles.
πŸ˜„πŸ˜˜

Back to dust moting...