Category: Romance

Getting down to business and getting back to writing!

~ Meg ~ 5 Comments

So this blogging thing is a lot of fun, wouldn’t you agree?   You get to meet new and interesting people, have a few laughs, hopefully get some insightful comments and genuine support from your blogging community.  Fun aside, however, there are reasons for blogging that are practical and possibly career building.  As a writer, my aim is to connect with potential readers, to let people see a sample of how I write by posting short stories and other mini projects.

I also hope to connect with other writers, to learn about the publishing process, share their experiences and maybe some tips from writers who have gone through both processes of self publishing and/or traditional publishing.  I’ve set some goals for myself for this month, not just for the blog but also for my work in progress.  My second novel is in the very final stages of editing and I hope to publish by the end of September.  I am determined to make that happen!  Watch for a synopsis (coming soon) and a link to the Amazon site!  (This is not the final cover by the way.)


In the meantime here are some goals I’ve set for the blog:

1. Have a guest post or interview on my blog within the next 30 days (let’s say Oct 15). If it goes well, perhaps I’ll make it a monthly feature.
2. Follow at least 10 new blogs in the next 2 weeks and hopefully gain a corresponding amount of new followers along the way.
3. Increase average daily hits by 25% by the end of the year.

Now, the first 2 of these are a bit easier than the third. In fact I’ve already started following some of you lovely people! For the second goal, I am working out the details to interview a new writer who has just published a debut novel. But the third one is not so straightforward. I have to figure out how to accomplish this. Better post titles? Yes. Tags and categories more trending? Also yes. What else? I’m open to suggestions! Thanks guys! Hope you all have a great day!

Time

~ Meg ~ 5 Comments


Graham tossed the phone onto the sofa next to him. He scraped his hair off his forehead and pinched the bridge of his nose. God, he was losing his mind. Joni made him feel reckless and illogical, and totally… alive. He wanted to be with her all the time and he was pushing way too hard.

He blew out a breath. They would have time. The next few weeks, he would see her every day. So for now, he would try to be patient. However, with his plans for the day foiled, time stretched out before him like a desert highway. He needed to move, to burn off some of this energy. Today would have been the perfect day for a long, hard run. He would have to settle for a walk around the neighborhood instead. He laced up his running shoes and tucked his phone in his pocket. With the knee brace tightened firmly, he gingerly walked down the steps.

The snow piles had shrunk in size since he’d come home From the hospital on Thursday. A couple of days of sunshine with temperatures in the forties will do that. The respite from winter was to be short-lived, however. The weather forecast was for another storm Tuesday night into Wednesday. He just hoped his rehab wasn’t disrupted by the whole mess. The sooner he got that over with, the sooner he could get on with things. He still had some big decisions to make.

He took a deep breath, drawing in the cold, dry air and set off as quickly as his knee would allow. As much as he tried to think of other things, his thoughts always returned to Joni. She was incredible. His father was right, he felt like he’d been struck by lightning. She was smart and beautiful and funny. God, she made him laugh. In these past few weeks, he had seen the softer side of Joni, too. She probably didn’t realize it, but she wore her heart on her sleeve. He had watched pain cloud her big blue eyes when she worried about Paul. He had seen the tenderness there when she cared for her nieces and nephew.

What had he seen in those eyes when she looked at him? The emotion was there right beneath the surface, but along with it, fear. “And that,” he sighed, “is why she’s staying away.” She needed to come to terms with those feelings. Decide whether or not she could trust them. How could he prove to her that he…? “Damn,” he muttered, not finishing the thought. He needed to pull himself together or he was going to ruin everything. He couldn’t blow this again.