Insecure Writer’s Support Group Blog for February 2024

Welcome to February. The month’s a day longer this year thanks to it being a leap year, but that doesn’t seem to have slowed anything down. I was able to enjoy a ten-day cruise last month in the Caribbean, and while I only had five days in the sun and heat, it was heavenly. Now, it’s back to work.

This month’s question, What turns you off when visiting an author’s website/blog? Lack of information? A drone of negativity? Little mention of author’s books? Constant mention of books?

What turns me off are links that don’t work and inaccurate information. I realize that we aren’t all technical wizards and sometimes the gremlins out in the ether can muck things up, but since I’m one of those non-savvy peope, I have someone to look after that for me. If someone finds me on the Internet, I want everything to work as it should. What’s on my website? My books and links to my blog, my X account, my FaceBook, and my Amazon page. That’s pretty much it. It’s my business side of things. I reserve the more personal stuff for my blog which can be accessed there. It’s linked to my newsletter, but that’s been a dead end for me.

That’s it for this month. Want to see what others think?

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Tuesday Tales: From the Word RUN

Welcome to February 2024. This week’s Tuesday Tales Is based on the word prompt RUN. I’m continuing with my Contemporary Paranormal Romance, Listen to the Stones.

A shrill whistle pulled Jerome back to the present, alerting him to the crewman waving at him, indicating it was his turn to move the car out. He followed the man’s directions, and within minutes, he exited the ferry to join the long queue of vehicles driving onto the pier, each one tailing the red lights of its predecessor as they left the port. The storm hadn’t let up; if anything, the rain pounded the streets and sidewalks relentlessly, creating huge puddles of water, almost as high as the curbs.

Common sense told him that he should be calling Nathan and begging for a bed for the night. Technically, he had no right to go out to Fraser Hall. His reservation wasn’t for another two days, and yet … Essentially, he would be trespassing. Would some well-meaning crofter call the police on him? He could well find himself out there alone and unwanted, especially if her flight had been grounded, or MacIsaac had the wrong date. His plan to show up and rescue her from a night without heat and lights seemed idiotic now. Given the fact that Donald MacIsaac and Brian Lennox, the only two people who might remember him, were away looking at a ram, who would believe him?

He could be taking a long ride for nothing and run into the kind of trouble he didn’t need, but a sense of urgency gripped him, the order to get to the Hall screaming through his mind. Something wasn’t right and fear clawed at his gut. Hadn’t he thought his mystery woman in danger? What if it wasn’t her but the stones themselves he had to save and protect? The stones who’d shared their stories with him as some kind of pre-payment for his help? Raping the land for wealth was nothing new as the clearcutting in the Amazon rainforests had proved.

Refusing to debate the matter a moment longer, he drove through the streets of Stornoway and headed up the highway toward Fraser Hall. There were few cars on the road, adding to the sense of danger and isolation.

The storm continued to pummel the island, the gusts of wind strong enough to move the car sideways. The sense that time was running out got stronger and stronger as he approached the Hall, and then, just like that, the wind dropped. Was he too late?

That’s it. Come back next week for more. Don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales.

Tuesday Tales: From the Word STRONG

Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. This week our word prompt is STRONG. I’m continuing with Listen to the Stones. Enjoy!

“I wasn’t going to tell you this, but someone is interested in buying land on Lewis, specifically where there are unprotected menhirs. They’re working through a numbered company, but whoever they are, they’re Scots. They’re not the ones who run the Tarbert Quarry on south-western Lewis, nor are they involved with the quarrying on North Uist, Banacula, South Uist, or Barra, but they are after Lewisian Gneiss. The stone is in high demand by the building industry. The monoliths are pure gneiss, and if there are stones above the earth, there has to be more beneath it. If those standing stones are your inspiration, then you may be running out of time. Calanais and a few others will be safe enough since they’re part of the National Trust, but the old laird made a point of keeping his stone circle private.”

The blood drained from his face, and the whisky soured on his stomach.

He squeezed the crystal tumbler, fear and fury warring within him.

“You can’t be serious. There would be strong opposition to such a move. The authorities would never allow it. All of those stones are a sacred part of our heritage.”

“I’m not so sure there’s anything they can do. By not allowing his stones to be registered, the old laird may have dealt them a deathly blow. There are two potentially destructive possibilities here. First, you fail in your bid to secure the stones for yourself, and Lady Fraser sells the land to them when her year is up, or second, she fails to remain the year, and some distant relative with no love for Lewis stakes a claim to it under the ancestral act and sells it to the highest bidder.”

Jerome had drained his glass. “That can never happen.”

“In the words of Charles Dickens in the Pickwick Papers, ‘Never say never.’ I looked up the obituary for Hugh Fraser. There was no mention of Eileen or Marina, although there was a photograph of the woman taken near those stones of yours in one of Hugh’s articles. She wasn’t a beauty like the woman you drew, but she did have red hair and blue eyes. Who knows? Maybe she’ll look enough like your mystery woman to get you to reconsider your position on courting her—that is unless some enterprising younger man doesn’t get to her first.”

That’s it. Come back next week for more. Don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales.

Tuesday Tales: From the Word WATER

Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. This week. we’re writing to the prompt WATER. I’m continuing with Listen to the Stones.

As he waited to debark, Jerome’s mind wandered.

The other night, after one too many scotches, he’d described the woman and twin boys who populated his dreams. Nathan hadn’t laughed, but he’d maintained that Jerome was describing characters from his books. He’d quoted the description of the wizard’s wife and her twin boys in Traitors in the Mist.

“You know, if I thought for a minute that you believed those stones were enchanted and that the ideas for your books came from them and not your fertile imagination, I’d have you locked up for your own safety. When she was a child, Nadia’s grandfather used to tell her stories about the stone circles. No doubt yours did, too. She claims she sees bits and pieces of his tales in your books. Her father swore the stones were magical prisons created by a ruthless wizard who wanted to punish those who disagreed with him.”

Jerome had stiffened. “Are you accusing me of plagiarizing old Scottish tales?”

“Plagiarizing? Of course not.” Nathan shook his head and added water to the scotch in their glasses. “There’s no such thing as an original plot. Every author gets his or her ideas from the world around them. No one owns the copyright to myths, legends, and folktales. Those stories, not some talking rocks, are your inspiration. You’re a brilliant storyteller. You just need to believe in yourself.”

Jerome shook his head. “You don’t understand. When I’m at the stones, it’s as if I’m there with the characters. I’m not just listening to them speak, I’m part of the story, interacting with them at times, watching the events occur at others, and rooting for one side or the other. It’s so real that when it’s over, I can draw the images with as much realism as I can draw you, Nadia, or young Nathan.”

The man laughed. “Fine. Prove it. Draw this woman you plan to marry.”

Jerome reached for the paper and pencil on the desk.

“It’ll be a rough sketch since I don’t usually get a close look at her, but…”

Within a matter of minutes, he’d finished the drawing, surprised to see that the woman he’d illustrated bore a strong resemblance to the one he’d seen at the airport in London.

That’s it. Come back next week for more. Don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales.

Tuesday Tales: From the Word ACTIVE

Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. It’s hard to believe that we are halfway through January 2024. This week, the authors present scenes based on the word ACTIVE. I’m continuing with Listen to the Stones.

Jerome exhaled, thanking the ancient gods and the modern saints for getting them safely across The Minch. Given the rough rolling of the ferry, he bounced off the walls and vehicles as he made his way from the passenger lounge to his Jeep. The stormy crossing had been one of the most harrowing experiences he’d ever had, and he’d had plenty, but he’d always known he would make it through alive. Today, there had been moments when he’d had visions of being trapped aboard the overturned vessel like the passengers in the Poseidon Adventure, probably not the wisest choice for last night’s television viewing.

Unlocking the driver’s door, he settled behind the wheel, waiting to be told when to start his vehicle. What a day it had been. Not only had the ferry been late leaving port, it was almost as if Mother Nature and the mythical Blue Men of the Minch or some other force had been playing tug-o-war with the vessel—one side doing everything it could to stop him and his fellow passengers from safely getting to the island, while the other protected them when he thought all was lost.

At one point when they’d exited the river’s mouth, he’d been certain that the captain would turn the ferry around and cancel the trip, but the man, his crew, and the ship had soldiered on, fighting each wave as if they were David facing Goliath.

Had the man not had a deeply personal reason to get to Stornoway, he probably would have waited for the storm to pass, but according to one of the crew, the captain’s wife was in active labor, and he was determined to get there for the birth of his first son. No man would want to miss that. Of course, the man hadn’t taken any needless risks, but they were here now, and that was all that mattered.

Jerome waited for the crewman to signal that it was his turn to drive off. That was the problem with ferries—first one on, last one off. He checked his watch. It was after three, but given the storm and the heavy cloud cover, it seemed much later in the day. Had the heir’s plane been grounded by the weather? It was possible. As bad as the storm had been at sea, it would’ve been brutal in the air.

That’s it. Come back next week for more. Don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales.

Midway through January 2024.The Best Is Yet to Come

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So far, 2024 has not met expectations. Family members have been ill, although most have recovered, but the weather …. Let me just say, if I got paid for every major storm we were supposed to get and didn’t, I would be rich!

While fellow Canadians out west, specifically in Alberta, are stuggling with -40 degree temperature, (the point at which Celsius and Farenheit are the same) here in Eastern Ontario, it’s -5 C although it feels like -18 C with the wind ( 18 F, feels like 3) but the sun in shining and that has to count for something.

I haven’t done much writing or editing these last two weeks because I’ve been getting ready to go (drum roll) on vacation! That’s right. Within a few days, I will be soaking up the sun in the Caribbean. I’ve had my manicure and pedicure, gotten my hair cut, and had my glasses adjusted. The suitcase is almost packed, and my required posts have been set up and scheduled. Nothing’s going to stop me now. The last time we traveled to the heat was pre-COVID when we visited my brother-in-law and sister-in-law in San Jose Del Cabo, so I am looking forward to two weeks of R & R. That vacation inspired Tequila Sunrise, the first of my Cocktails for You Series.

I can’t wait to dip my toes in warm Caribbean waters, walk along pristene beaches, and bask in Mother Nature’s beauty. I look forward to seeing coral reefs, sea turtles, and listen to island music.

Will I regret my sojourn in the south when my time is up? I hope not. I also hope I won’t come home sick as so many winter travelers do, but I’ve had my flu shot, my 7th COVID shot, and my asthma is under control once more and always enjoys sea air. My arthritis will love the heat which will be a respite from the pain and stiffness. Of course, when we come back, I’ll feel the cold more deeply, but it will be February, and the longest of the winter months will be behind me. With my luck, it’ll probably be colder than ever with more snow, but that’s climate change for you–no one gets what they expect.

While I haven’t been doing a lot of writing, I have been planning! I’ll let you all in on my newest project for 2024–another book in the Harvester Files series. I already have a title: The White Madragora … Never heard of it? Well, it’s Latin name is Mandragora officinarum and it’s a species of the plant genus Mandragora in the nightshade family Solanaceae. It’s more commonly referred to as Mandrake, although the name is used for other plants.

As of 2015, sources differed significantly in the species they use for Mandragora plants native to the Mediterranean region. The main species found around the Mediterranean is called Mandragora autumnalis, the autumn mandrake. The plant is a perennial herbaceous plant with ovate leaves arranged in a rosette, a thick upright root, often branched, and bell-shaped flowers followed by yellow or orange berries.

Because mandrakes contain deliriant hallucinogenic tropane alkaloids (atropine, scopolamine, and hyoscyamine) which cause delirium and hallucinations, and, as Harry Potter fans know, the shape of their roots often resembles human figures, they have been associated with a variety of religious and spiritual practices throughout history.

The White Mandragora will have the band back together as they search for a cult leader intent on finishing what the Prophet started. I’m excited about this upcoming project and know you will be, too. I expect they’ll be another Cocktails for You book this year, too, along with a sci-fi I began a while ago.

After I finish a few I’ll dive into The White Mandragora. Expect it out by the end of 2024 or early 2025.

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Now, as I promised, an update on my personal Battle of the Bulge. I started chair yoga exercises, 15 minutes each morning, between my tea and my shower. The breathing exercises are great and seem to have improved my lung function. If you’re like me, your mobility is limited and the thought of going to a germ infested gym to exercisie isn’t for you, I suggest chair yoga. I can do most of the poses I’ve attempted, and it doesn’t stress any of my joints.

I’ve also managed to hit my 2500 step a day target. Most days, I’m above that number, but I’d rather meet a low goal and surpass it than fail to meet a higher one. Rather than get overly ambitious, I’m sticking with that number.

The best news of all is that I lost 2 pounds. I’m down to 164. Since vacation means more food and booze, I’m hoping not to regain more than those two pounds. I plan to continue my yoga routine and try to do more walking, something that always easier whgen you’re having fun. While it’ll be hard to say no to those Bahama Mamas, I’ll try to opt for fewer sweet drinks and maybe stick to low carb beer. I’ll also try to follow my food plan and make sure i eat as healthy as I can.

That’s it for my bi-weekly report. The next time, I write will be in February and I’ll share some holiday pix! Enjoy the rest of the month!

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Last of the Unforgettable Boxed Sets Released: Unforgettable Guardians: Bodyguards and Defenders

Sadly, all good things come to an end, and this book box series is no exception. I have been fortunate enough to have many books in the Unforgettable Series and seeing the series end is rather sad, but like everything else the ABB has done, we’re going out with a bang!

Strong heroines meet bigger-than-life heroes in this can’t-put-down boxed set of suspenseful romance from award-winning authors.

When life’s storms strike, these guardians will fight – with talents tough as nails or supernatural – to shelter innocence and love.

You’ll meet private detectives from female to shapeshifting to supernatural, a hunky single dad who finds his inner strength to protect a pop star, a rescue helicopter pilot and his flight nurse fighting attraction as they save lives, a pro wrestler helping a diva in distress, and even a psychic rancher who takes a stunning rodeo worker hostage to save her. These award-winning authors have crafted a fantastic set of stories that are sure to keep you reading past bedtime. Get ready for a thrilling ride!

Mimi Barbour – Special Agent Isabella When forced to protect a child with her former teenage nemesis, an agent who fears little people faces her worst nightmare, but his faith in her hidden strengths makes their assignment far too interesting. New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author

Rachelle Ayala – Moonlit Hideaway: When a pop star hiding from a mob boss falls for a hunky single dad on a charming Outer Banks island, she must sacrifice everything to protect the loving refuge his family provides. USA Today Bestselling Author

Rebecca York – Annie’s Time: She had come to Florida on a secret mission, but she couldn’t remember what it was. ~ When a mysterious Annie Oakley drops into his murder case, Dakota realizes trust can be deadly, but the heat between them is worth the risk. When he finds out her secret mission, he realizes he must help her… or die trying. New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author

Taylor Lee – Challenged– When a DA’s victory paints a target on his back, protecting the sexy lead detective who survived an arson threatens to ignite their attraction while evading lethal enemies. USA Today Bestselling Author

Mona Risk – Rescue Plans: When a resilient nurse with a painful past joins a helicopter pilot running from his own demons, they must risk trusting each other to find healing in love’s shelter from life’s storms. USA Today Bestselling Author

Susanne Matthews – The Guardian: These detectives keep both the living and the undead safe. Secrets and old enemies resurface in New Orleans when a senator’s yacht vanishes along with prominent daughters, giving supernatural detectives 72 hours before hell breaks loose. International Bestselling Author

Susan Jean Ricci – Dazzle Me Hard: When a semi-retired pro wrestler recovering from a serious wound is roped into a charity match with a WWE Diva Champion, will the two competitors declare forfeit due to their red-hot attraction, or become the guardians they’ve always longed for? USA Today Bestselling Author

Patricia Rosemoor – Cowboy Protector: A psychic rancher risks all to save rodeo worker Annabeth from grave danger, taking her hostage to protect her, making her long for family and lifetime love. New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author

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Tuesday Tales: From the Word SONG

Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales where a smallgroup of authors share their work in progress with you. This week our 400 word scenes are based on the word SONG. I’m continuing with my Contemporary Paranormal Romance, Listen to the Stones. Enjoy.

“I’m … I’m so sorry.” She licked her dry lips. It was astonishing how much they had in common. When Fate decided to bring people together, she certainly pulled out all the stops.

Unlike the previous haunting Scottish melodies she’d heard earlier, a Celtic instrumental with lots of drums and pipes filled the car.

“Whose music is that?”

“That’s Face the West’s newest song. They’re a Celtic band based right here on Lewis and Harris. They’ve gotten quite popular in all of Scotland.”

Marina chuckled. “I can understand that. They certainly wake you up, don’t they?”

“Scotland has always had a large number of musical groups and singers. People tend to think we only listen to the pipes, which we surely do, but AC/DC, The Jesus and Mary Chain, the Eurythmics, The Bay City Rollers, and Susan Boyle are all from this fair country.” He pulled off the road and down an unpaved laneway. “Welcome home, Lady Fraser.”

Marina swallowed. By now, it was as dark as it would’ve been back home at midnight. The lightning and thunder had stopped, but rain pelted the car more viciously than ever. Here and there, in the distance, she could make out the glow of outside lights, but there were no street lamps to light the way.

James stopped beside a large dark structure.

“This is Fraser Hall?” She gulped. “It doesn’t look too inviting.”

James laughed. “Well, what would after being closed up for months? Fiona said all of the repairs were complete, and the place was ready for you. The food you ordered was delivered yesterday, and Brian and Maeve put it all away for you. Let me unlock the door and turn on a few lamps for you.”

Nodding, Marina undid her seatbelt but stayed where she was.

Within minutes, James was back, but the building was as dark as ever.

“The power seems to be out, but there are plenty of candles inside, and I’ll look for torches and then start the generator for you.”

“What do you mean the power’s out? You told me that rarely happened here,” she accused, reminded of the Fraser clan chief’s warning in Inverness.

He might not be interested in Fraser Hall, but others were. Could someone have sabotaged the electrical lines to try and scare her away? Well, it wouldn’t work. This was her home, and she intended to keep it.

That’s it. Come back next week for more. Don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales.

Tuesday Tales: From the Word LIGHTS

Welcome to this first post for Tuesday Tales in 2024. I still have no idea where 2023 went, but I’m hoping that 2024 will bring good things for everyone–health, happiness, peace, and prosperity.

This week, the talented authors from Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt LIGHTS. I’m continuing with Listen to the Stones. I’m a few words over this week. Sorry, but I needed to finish the scene.

Marina sighed, glancing at James whose attention was on the road. A fork of lightning split the sky, momentarily showing the vast, flat fields on each side of the road. Another clap of thunder shook the vehicle. The rain continued unrelenting in its fury. Now that they’d left the city, the only lights she could see were those shining outside and inside the houses that they passed along the way. There was little traffic either going or coming from Stornoway. At times, without the light illuminating the road ahead of them, it would be as dark as it had been inside those caves so long ago. She shivered.

“Is it always like this? I heard that it rained a lot, but no one mentioned storms.”

James reached out a hand to touch hers.

“Not afraid of a little thunder and lightning are you? They can’t hurt you any more than the rain rocking the vehicle can. While we do have storms, one of this magnitude at this time of year is unnatural, but Mother Nature’s been through a great deal these past few decades. You’ll be fine and cozy once we get to the Hall. If you like, I can stay with you a bit and help you settle in, but MacIsaac’s croft is the one closest to the Hall and Brian, your handyman has an partment just above the garage.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine. Does the power go off in these storms? Do I have a generator?”

“I’ve never known the power to go out, but you’ve several fireplaces. I can make sure they’re all ready to go before I leave.”

“Thank you. Tell me about yourself.”

Hadn’t Nana maintained that there was someone out there for her? That she just had to open her heart and be ready to let love in? Here she was, sitting next to a gorgeous man with a sexy-as-hell accent who liked to cook. What could be better than that?

“I’ve been on my own for almost ten years. That’s when I discovered it was either learn to cook or starve. I spent a lot of time with my Aunt Mary. She was my mother’s sister, and when my parents died, she made a point of staying in touch.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I know what it’s like to lose a parent. I may not have known my father or my great-uncle, but my mother, grandmother, and I were very close. Do you still spend time with your aunt?”

He shook his head. “Aunt Mary died during the pandemic, but she left me her home and her cat, so I’m not all alone.”

That’s it. Come back next week for more. Don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales.

Goodbye 2023, Hello 2024

It doesn’t seem all that long ago that I wished you all a happy 2023. It may seem to defy the laws of physics, but time does seem to go by more quickly as we age. The reality is that many of us have simply slowed down. We can deny it all we want, but our bodies come with an expiry date. For me, it’s the joints that are the biggest problem, for others it’s the heart, the lungs, or the mind.

But I’m not down and out yet. I have plans for 2024 starting with finishing some editing for a very special friend and taking a vacation down south for some fun in the sun. When I come back, I will set up my work calendar. I intend to publish books in 2024. Not as many as in 2023, or 2022, but a manageable number given that I work slower now than I did and have a number of responsibilities that cannot be overlooked. So, as Jack says, I’ll still do things–some dumb, some not so dumb–but I’ll do them slower.

And since it’s the cusp of the New Year, let’s talk about goals and resolutions.

Every year, some of us set our goals for the coming year. To be honest, I don’t have a good track record here, but I may as well try one more time–the difference is that I want to be practical this year.

First goal, I want to focus more on my health. I’m tired of being sore and tired all the time. So my first goal will be to see the doctor for a check-up. Part of this goal will be to lose some weight. According to the experts, the best way to do this is by being accountable to someone other than yourself. So, once a month, I will post my current weight and distance to my goal. I’ll start now at 166 lbs. Goal weight? 150 lbs–I’ll still be overweight for my height, but as I said, I intend to be realistic. I hope to increase the number of steps I take each day. With bad knees and hips, that won’t be many, but I hope to stand more and maybe throw in some chair exercises. We’ll see.

The second goal will be to complete 6 books by the end of 2024, three of which have been started but have languished on my desktop as I committeed to completing other work instead. I will set a six-hour workday for writing, which I hope will allow me time to do some of the other things I’ve put off for too long, like reading for pleasure and promoting my work. To that end, I will continue with my weekly Tuesday Tales and try to blog about something interesting once a week.

The third goal/ resolution is not to overextend myself and to truly think before I commit to anything else be it in my personal life or my writing life. I find it very hard to say no and I have to remember that saying no can be a positive thing. There’s only so much of me to go around.

My fourth goal is to get out more. Yes, I like to travel, but in all honesty, I am not a social bunny. I tend to stay home more than I should. So, in 2024, I will try to get out for something other than visits to the nursing home and grocery shopping at least once a month. Maybe hubby and I can plan weekend trips or date nights. We’ll see.

And my final goal will be to let things go that I can’t change instead of dwelling on them. I can donate to charity, but I can’t end poverty. I can pray for peace, but I can’t end war. I can wish I was younger, but I can’t turn back time. Dwelling on all the things that happen that I can’t change simply wastes precious energy and makes it harder to get the sleep I need. I have to let it go!

That’s it. In keeping with these goals, I’m starting the New Year off with dinner with friends and family. I will stay up past midninght, reaffirm my goals in the morning and start January 1st on a positive note.

Wishing you all a great 2024. Do you make goals and resolutions? How good are you at keeping them? My track record has been abysmal. Hopely, in 2024, I’ll do better.