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Thursday, March 30, 2017

Coming Soon




So, first of all, I have a revised blog tour right here, and I think we have all the links!


March 17--MM Book Reviews
March 24 – Divine Magazine
March 24--Grave Tells
March 27 – Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words
March 27 – The Novel Approach
March 28 – Alpha Book Club
March 29 – Love Bytes
March 30 – Gay Book Reviews
March 31 – My Fiction Nook


Yay!  Do check out some of those posts, especially if you read the book, because a lot of me went into that story, and you get to see it there!

Also, as usual, a new release prompts interest in what my NEXT new release is going to be, so I thought it was time for a "What's on Amy's queue" post--

So here we go!



May 2--Release Quickening V1

June 24th--Release Quickening V2

July 1st--Release Manny Get Your Guy (Mannies 2)

Aug/Sept-- Release Red Fish, Dead Fish (Fish Out of Water 2)

Oct/Nov--Release Green's Hill Werewolves V. 1 & 2

Oct/November-- Release Familiar Angel (The Familiar trilogy, Book 1)

December-- Release Christmas story, which I am working on now!

Jan--Release Stand By Your Manny (Mannies 3) Which I just finished!

Feb/March-- Release Bobby Green--which I'm starting on as soon as I am done with the Christmas story!

--so that's two books out from where I've stopped writing, but as for what I"m PLANNING to write... well, in order so far we've got...


Fall Games--Winter Ball 3

Crocus--Bonfires 2

Give a Fish a Bicycle--Fish Out of Water 3

Spring Hope--Winter Ball 4

Familiar Demon-- Familiar 2

And that takes us into the middle of next year!  

So, there you. What I have planned--subject to change, which is why I only put the holiday story and Bobby Green in bold face.  

But I thought you'd like to know!

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Uhm... tada?

So, I had a series of e-mails with my editor and beta reader today.

"I'm almost done. Can it be 65K?"

"No! 60K."

"I think that could work. Maybe I can do a novella afterward. Would that be okay?"

"Sure. Not a problem."

"Okay. So, by the end of this week."

I had the same conversation with my beta reader.

"So, I think it's wrapping up. You do realize that if this wasn't a Dreamspun Desire, I'd be writing frickin' Brian's Song--you DO know that, right?"

"I am aware."

"I think I'm angst deprived."

"You can't do that here."

"I could make him REALLY sick."

"Don't you dare."

"Fine. I'll finish this week."

"You should finish with a wedding."

"You think?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe a proposal.  We'll see tomorrow. Maybe Wednesday."

"Sure."

So, uh, yeah.

I finished tonight.

It's 58K.

There might be room for a wedding at the end.

But right now, I just had a 7K day, because that's what happens when you're released from edits and blog tours and a thousand things that go along with writing but are not actually writing.

Damn.

I'm done.

Tada!

(and btw? I'm working on the third Manny book. So now you know :-)

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Another Post With My Eyes Shut

Note: This post was started last night, but I fell asleep four times so I decided to finish it today!  Sorry!

*  As I was walking the dogs yesterday we approached a nice man with a sweet looking black lab on a leash. "Don't worry," he said genially. "He won't bite. He's a sweetheart."

"Well he looks lovely," I told the man. "But my dogs are obnoxious idiots."

Guy shook his head. "Small dogs always are."

*  We are still cleaning house for Squish's party on Saturday. *headdesk headdesk headdesk*

*  I have blog tour links--although I'm not up in every link yet!  If you don't see me in the link, search me--but do check the date because the post doesn't go up until then :-)





March 17 – MM Good Book Reviews
March 24 – Divine Magazine
March 27 – Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words
March 27 – The Novel Approach
March 28 – Alpha Book Club
March 29 – Love Bytes
March 30 – Gay Book Reviews
March 31 – My Fiction Nook

Monday, March 27, 2017

The Weekend Wrap Up

Where does the damned weekend go?

Seriously.

*  Walk the dogs in the park

* Take Squish to soccer

* Drop her and Zoomboy off where Chicken is babysitting for Berry Jello

* Look at Mate in surprise because, uh, SURPRISE! we have the afternoon together

* Go out to dinner

*  Watch a movie together.

* Whee!!!

*  After Chicken drops ZoomBoy off (Squish stayed the night), stay up late writing Sammy!

* Get up early to pick Squish up and take family to go see Beauty and the Beast.

* Turn to Mate at the end of the movie and say "Legion?"-- FTR? Yes, Legion.

*  Get excited because I've discovered the artist who did the finale song for The Equalizer.  He's awesome.



*  Get home and take care of a few e-mails while listening to Kung Fu Panda which is on FX.

*  Hear a commercial trying to sell a book in which an incompetent lunatic convinces the gullible of a good president's "deep state and almost lose my mind, screaming, "WHAT IN THE HOLY FUCK IS THAT?"

* Hear my son reply--without missing a beat-- "A commercial for firewood."

* Decide that I may actually be raising my kids decent.

*  Go grocery shopping so I can feed those decent kids.

*  Come home and join the great house cleaning frenzy for Squish's birthday next week.

* Wish bitterly we cleaned house EVERY week so this shit didn't build up!

*  Be grateful that Mate decided to cook tonight so I can clean.  I know he thinks he was punishing me, but seriously. I"m about done with cooking.

*  Watch We Wait in the Shadows with Big T and Chicken (who are over doing laundry). Laugh my ass off.

*  Retire to my computer while family is in the middle of the campy wackiness of Gremlins and try to get some work done.

*  Thank all you nice people who have read and loved Bonfires for being so kind and sharing your opinion.

* Wish you all a good night!

*  Promise to put up the Blog Tour Goodness as soon as most of the links are posted!

Night!


Thursday, March 23, 2017

Bonfires--RELEASE DAY!!!


Heya--

So, I'm sorry I missed last night. Our thermostat broke, and it's WEIRD how living in 60 degrees tires you out when you're not expecting it.

Also, I really need to wash my hair.  (This is normally not a problem, but it was raining when I usually go to the pool, and then FREEZING in the house, and while I managed a shower, the hair was just not going to happen. I chose life.)

But no blog post last night leads us to tonight, which is THE RELEASE POST FOR BONFIRES!!

Yayayayayay!!!

So that's exciting--and without further ado, let us begin!

-- So, about Bonfires-- have you ever noticed how many shows feature middle-aged single men with precocious offspring as sheriffs in small towns?  I've counted three--and I'm sure there are more.

Anyway--I was riffing on this concept (cause it's funny) and somebody said, "Hey. Write a real book with middle aged protagonists. They don't have to be sheriffs (although I made one of them a sheriff, just because that's where the idea started)  but please. Someone our age. Someone who has to deal with real stuff and whose joints creak and who is running to catch up with his children. Just once I want to see a romance hero that looks like someone I could see across the table every day."

And that's where Bonfires came from.  From the idea that our love lives aren't dead at forty or even fifty, and that there's still a lot of time in our lives to want a companion, a lover, and a friend.

So, folks--Bonfires.  There will be a blog tour--and as soon as I have all the stops, I'll post them here so you can go see :-)

In the meantime--enjoy it!

Bonfires

by Amy Lane


Ten years ago Sheriff’s Deputy Aaron George lost his wife and moved to Colton, hoping growing up in a small town would be better for his children. He’s gotten to know his community, including Mr. Larkin, the bouncy, funny science teacher. But when Larx is dragged unwillingly into administration, he stops coaching the track team and starts running alone. Aaron—who thought life began and ended with his kids—is distracted by a glistening chest and a principal running on a dangerous road.

Larx has been living for his kids too—and for his students at Colton High. He’s not ready to be charmed by Aaron, but when they start running together, he comes to appreciate the deputy’s steadiness, humor, and complete understanding of Larx’s priorities. Children first, job second, his own interests a sad last.

It only takes one kiss for two men approaching fifty to start acting like teenagers in love, even amid all the responsibilities they shoulder. Then an act of violence puts their burgeoning relationship on hold. The adult responsibilities they’ve embraced are now instrumental in keeping their town from exploding. When things come to a head, they realize their newly forged family might be what keeps the world from spinning out of control.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

A Family Mishegas...

So... the kids were in a joint choir production tonight-- their district divides up into two parts, and each part has a joint choir performance on a separate night.

It's pretty impressive-- high schools, middle schools, and grade schools all give separate performances and then join together for one song.

We really enjoyed last year's performance, when Squish was in choir, and this year, both of them are in different choirs so we were looking forward to seeing them both.

And therein lay the problem.

So, the mishegas went like this:

ZB: You need to get us there by 6:30 because the performance is at 7.

Me: Easy, as long as it's the same place it was last year. It is, right?

ZB: I think so.

Squish: *is silent*  *has no handouts* *assumes all adults know everything*

So, Mate and the kids and I leave at 6:15, and arrive at last year's place at 6:25.  It is empty.

Me: Uh oh.

Mate: Uh oh.

Both of us, in stereo: Is this where you guys rehearsed? Let me check my phone!

ZB: This isn't it.

Squish: It was some other place.

Me: What day is it?

Mate: Was it on Arcade?

Me: Wait--no. Seriously, what day is it? Are you guys San Juan Sings East or San Juan Sings West?

Mate: East.

ZoomBoy: No, West.

Me: Okay, so we're at Arcade and not Sunrise.

-- a brief geographical lesson here. According to Google maps, Arcade is 25 minutes away at this point, and Sunrise is maybe five. Keep this in mind...

Fifteen minutes later as we screech to a halt at a stoplight pretty close to our destination, ZoomBoy says, "It wasn't this far away from the school."

Mate and I: SHIT!!!

Me (finally looking at my calendar): Oh holy rockets, it's the 21st which makes you guys San Juan Sings East and we need to be BACK on Sunrise in 20 minutes.

Mate: It wasn't your fault.

Me: I asked him.

Mate: It wasn't your fault.

Me: I asked, East or West.

Mate: He corrected you.

Me: I never know the date. Ever.

Now, uh, keep in mind that this conversation is happening while Mate follows Google Maps or Siri or whoever BACK ACROSS TOWN to a place that is supposedly 25 minutes away. 

We make it in 15.

The kids get out of the car and run to find their classes with 8 minutes to spare.

Mate and I barely manage to miss picking up the "Fucked up parents of the year" award by eight lousy minutes. 

The kids make it to choir fairly untraumatized, but as penance for our lack of foresight, Mate and I end up with the parental seats of shame.

And Mate and I were, once again, reminded, that parenting is never the walk in the park you think you're taking, even when you're taking a walk in the park.

Oh...

And for your Chicken/Big T update...

Chicken called me today freaking out.  She'd spun a 180 in the middle of an intersection when she hit the gas just right.  Mate came from work and I came from home, and we met her at IHOP (where she'd parked.)  Her dad took her car--just to make sure it was safe--and she got to drive his for a day. and I took her inside for chicken and waffles and heard the saga of how there was no goddamned coffee because her brother drank all of the creamer. We discussed ways to change this behavior without strangling him (because they are brother and sister, the strangling is an option most roommates don't explore) and she calmed down enough to drive to work.

She texted me when she got there--apparently she almost got hit by lightning as she was driving her father's car.

Yup.

Parenthood. That walk in the park is never guaranteed.



Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Amy's Disease of the Week

So, I'm writing Sammy.

For those of you who have read The Virgin Manny (and there's a surprising number of you) you may remember Sammy-- he was the fractious, hurt little boy that Channing needed a manny for at the beginning of the book.

Now, in Manny Get Your Guy, Sammy is seventeen, and he's got a little crush on Brandon, one of the MC's, but Brandon is in his twenties and, in short order, very actively pursuing Taylor, so Sammy had to wait until book three to get his story told.

Well, Sammy is sort of awesome, and he needed a weakness, so I literally went for blood and gave him anemia.

Nosebleeds, pallor, fainting spells--Sammy's got the full roster of symptoms, and he's resentful as hell and I really love researching this stuff.  And then, as I'm researching it, I realize Sammy will probably need a blood transfusion since it's fairly severe (and he's got the rockin' health insurance) and I think, "Oh, damn! I haven't given blood in a while-- why haven't I done that?"

And then I remember.

For the last several attempts to give blood, I'd get through the questionnaire, then the screening and would finally sit down to have the blood drop test...

And I'd fail the blood drop test.

Because I don't have enough iron in my blood.

Because I have anemia--it goes hand in hand with pre-diabetes.

In fact, at one of our last conventions, a friend turned to me and said, "Go eat. Go eat now. I've never seen anyone that pale live."

 And--as dreamily as the character I've just written--I went, "Hah. Food. Yeah. That's an amazing idea. How do I do that?"

It's not the first time it's happened. Another friend remembers when I took the red-eye to New York and got stuck on a shuttle when the President was in Pennsylvania.  I was sick and pale and exhausted by the time I got to the hotel and I couldn't concentrate for shit. I also couldn't stop babbling. Blood sugar drops and anemia--not a happy combo.

These are things I know happen to me, but until just right now? I never actually connected with a thing that I have. 

So, interestingly enough, me and Sammy, we have some similar experiences. Isn't it funny the things you learn.  (P.S. If anybody wants to come to my house and make me a health drink every morning, I'd be so grateful. I understand they're amazing. Alas, I have no Cooper who is so inclined.)


Monday, March 20, 2017

Things I did on my weekend....

I edited Quickening.

Wrote some blog tour materials for Bonfires. 



Worked on the third story in the Mannies series.


Took ZoomBoy to a birthday party at the skating rink while his sister was playing soccer.





Read this hysterically funny and really disturbing book.

Totally envied my dominatrix diva sloth cat.

And went to the library with some friends to read.  





Hope your weekend was pretty wonderful as well!




Friday, March 17, 2017

Reading in Midtown

So folks--

Just a reminder that if you're in the Sacramento Area, a bunch of us will be out at the Lavender Library in midtown to read our own work and eat cookies.

My cookies are specially made by elves, who know how to bake inside a tree without setting it on fire. I understand, they're very good at cookies.

Anyway-- come see us Sunday, from 5-7 PM at 1414 21st St, Sacramento, CA, 95811. We'll be so happy to see you there!

Rabbit Hole

So... I've rather tamed the writing dragon in recent years--he was bad for my health, frankly. If I sat too long one thing would hurt, then another and then another--our bodies aren't made to do that and it's not good for them.

But that doesn't mean I don't have times when my work is my blessing.

This week I've been writing like a madwoman--and I could work for ten hours a day and not catch up.  But I'm HAPPY in my work, and it's not a hardship, and that doesn't happen often and to everybody, so I'm grateful.

Anyway--

I made corned beef and cabbage tonight because the family loves it and Mate is going to see a basketball game tomorrow so it had to be tonight.  I'm gearing up and practicing-- myself, Kim Fielding, J. Scott Coatsworth and DL Kent will be reading at the Lavender Library in Sacramento this Sunday at 5p.m.-- and damn, I need to bring cookies for that!

And I've been proofing Quickening Part 2, and writing my blog tour for Bonfires.

 

And of course, talking to the kids and my husband.

So, sort of a boring day, but I do have two gems from the kids.

-- The first one is a riddle from ZoomBoy: What do you get when you pour jello into a sandwich shaped box?  A mould-e sandwich!

--The next one was a conversation on the way from school. In the past, we've given the kids presents on St. Patrick's day, because we're helpless victims of consumerism and making our children happy with useless pieces of plastic, that's why.

But they're getting a little old for that. Seriously. Squish is going to be 11.

So when I realized I hadn't gotten them anything for St. Patrick's Day, I just owned it. "Uh, guys? Maybe the leprechaun won't come to our house this year, okay?"

"Why?"

"Because mommy didn't go shopping today?"

Squish snorted. "You need a better story than that.  Maybe someone stole his pot of gold."

ZoomBoy agreed. "Yeah. Maybe Trump stole his pot of gold. He's greedy. He'd do it."

Squish said, "Yes! Trump did it, cause he's mean."

ZoomBoy added, "And he needed more gold to plate his toilets. So that's why the Leprechaun isn't coming to our house tomorrow."

"Uh, okay. Sure. Good reason. We'll r un with that."

Because seriously--nothing beats a good leprechaun story on St. Patrick's Day.

Oh! And do you like the quote memes?  Jaime at Alpha Books made them for her review--I love that we can do these now, and oh, aren't they pretty?