Calgon Take Me Away

For those of you who are old enough to remember what Calgon is, I need some.

I sat down the other day after 72 hours doing what I normally do and said to myself, "Geez, when are you going to catch a break. You've been working non-stop since May."

In writing this post, I had 6 more paragraphs inserted here about what I've done in the last 5 months and deleted it. I figured you didn't want to hear any more about the old house or the other bullshit I've had to deal with lately.

So, all things considered, Halloween, NaNo, the holidays are coming, I've decided to step back for a while.

I'm taking a break. Not only for my mental health, but I have another book to write. I'd like to get it out before Christmas. I also have a book that's been sitting on my shelf in haphazard revisions for almost 2 years. I'd really like to pull that together as well.

So, I'm off. I know, I haven't really been a great blogger lately anyway. I don't comment, I don't make my rounds, I don't know what's going on anymore. But you know, sometimes, these things just can't be helped. I'm a writer, first (well, second if we don't count Mommyhood). So I need to write. And blogging just takes up too much of my time. Especially now with the sun going down earlier. You can't rake leaves in the dark. (And let me just say how much my mother wants her yard done NOW.)

So I'll see you around the 3rd of December.

PS I hope this Hurricane doesn't catch anyone unaware. Stay safe.

Super Quick

As opposed to Quick Quick. I've really only one thing to say today.

If you missed my appearance at the lovely Anne R. Allen's blog over the weekend, you can find it here. I talk a little bit about pen names.

Fast and Furious it goes for this Monday morning. Still painting, my cousin Patty showed up for an unexpected visit, writing like a maniac (22K+ words on the new Regency), and trying to finish up the weed wacking.

I'll talk to you soon.

Quick Quick

Good Morning. Painting is almost done on the old house. Yay! Finally got a decent ladder so I can finish painting the top of the hallway ceiling. I finished with the dining room, kitchen, and downstairs last Wednesday. Only have the two bathrooms, and the floors left to do. THEN we work on the outside. But that should be a breeze. (I say that now knocking on lots of wood. Learned my lesson there.)

Anyway, last Thursday, because I needed a post for my Robynne Rand blog and didn't have one, I decided Wednesday night to get all my short stories together and put them in one volume. (Yeah, I know, how nuts was that after painting all day. I guess I was having a good day, knock on wood.) Well, I put them together, formatted them, and published them.

There are six stories in all, dealing with love. Technically, broken love. I should warn you, these are heavy duty, almost raw if you will, with adult themes and language. Not for the faint of heart.

Three were previously published in the Literary Lab anthologies (of which I am so grateful to Davin, Scott, and Michelle for the opportunity to show my work in short form).

The total of words in this volume is 12,873. Like I said,
A collection of very short stories. Here's the link.

The second quick thing I want to say, is for those of you following the Anne Gallagher Regency Writer blog, is that I've put up a quick scene when Rory meets Rosamund for the first time. You can find that here. I don't know how, but in the last week I've scored over 8500 words on that. I think it's because the story is totally new, I'm still in love with it, and I'm actually following an outline.


If you haven't guessed, yeah, I really take this writing thing seriously. I had a mini revelation of sorts the other day. I LOVE what I do. I LOVE being a writer. I guess I've wanted to be one all my life and now that I am one, I don't think I've ever been happier.

So for all you who love what you do, keep it up. There's nothing better than getting words on paper.

Tell me -- How much do you love being a writer? Is there anything you don't like about it?

Jinxed

Good morning. Today I'd like to discuss something I thought was only an old wives tale, but let me share with you my story and see what you think.

When the Monster was a baby she was sick all the time. From ear infections, to sinus infections, a bout with pneumonia, several with bronchitis, the kid was always running a fever for one reason for another. Now, we lived in Rhode Island at the time and naturally I kept in touch with my extended family of cousins, aunts, uncles and what not. Several times we had to cancel plans to go to a family gathering because Monster was either sick, or I was afraid she would get sick. Everyone was always concerned. Including me.

It seemed to me that whenever she was actually doing well, someone would invariably ask, "How's the Monster doing?" And I would always respond, "She's much better, thank you." And right after I said that, she would get sick again. I swear to God, I felt like I was jinxing myself, and I got so paranoid that whenever anyone would ask how she was, I would reply, "I can't tell you. Everytime I say how she is, she gets sick again, so I'm not going to say." (My family thought I was nuts.) But it worked. (I guess, at least that's how I thought of it. Come to find out, she was allergic to something in milk and once I switched her to organic milk, she was fine. If she gets sick now, I'll know it's really me...)

Anyway, I thought the jinxing was over. Ha!

You all know I've been working on the old house trying to get it ready to sell. It's been tough going because a few weeks ago, I shared with you how I've never felt better. Jinxed again. Since I've said that, I've felt really shitty.

Someone asked me last week how the painting was going. I said, "Really good. Moving right along." And it was, until I fell off the ladder. Not once, but twice.

I released my latest book, A ROMANTIC REGENCY COLLECTION. Now with this book, I didn't really promote it at all. One announcement on my Anne Gallagher blog, one announcement here, one day of sporadic Tweets, that was it. And it was selling really well. (Well, really well for me. I don't expect much with no fanfare, but it was having really good sales. Exceptionally good sales.) Until someone asked me how it was going. I said, "Fantastic!" Okay, jinxed again. That next day sales fell off markedly.

Can I really not talk about good things happening to me? I don't get it. I mean, it's not like I'm bragging or anything like that. I just want to share with my friends that things are going well for a change. But then when  I do, it all falls apart.

Is it just me or does this happen to you? Do you believe in jinxes? And if it is an old wives tale, does someone know how to countermand it? Do I spit while turning in a circle, or throw salt over my cat's left shoulder?

A Romantic Regency Collection

I don't know if you've heard or not, but I published another book last week. A ROMANTIC REGENCY COLLECTION.

 Here's the blurb...

In this Romantic Regency Collection, Anne Gallagher takes the novellas you love and puts them together in one volume. With added content to enhance the stories you already know, she’s also included another short novella LADY CADORET’S LONGING, written exclusively for this collection.

A WIFE FOR WINSBARREN – A bumbling Viscount searches for a wife and a friend convinces him to place an ad in the newspaper to find one. Now with added chapters to include more of Rowena’s story.

LOVE FINDS LORD DAVINGDALE – Lord Davingdale wants nothing to do with women until he meets the enigmatic Miss Ophelia Trent. This short novella was written as the companion piece to A HUSBAND FOR MISS TRENT. Now for the first time, the two have been combined to give you both points of view in the same story.

ROMANCING LADY RYDER – Lord Greenleigh is not what he appears to be in Society. His other life – as a spy for the Foreign Office. When he meets the lovely Lady Ryder, will she spill all his secrets?

LADY CADORET’S LONGING – Lady Dorcas Cadoret, secretly engaged these five years to her childhood sweetheart, is overwhelmed with grief when Peter is killed in action two weeks before his commission is over. His brother, Daniel, is very kind, and rumors abound there is more to his attention than just being her guardian angel.

            As they share a forbidden kiss, Dorcas thinks it is Peter’s lips upon hers and Daniel is overwrought by feelings he should not be having about his late brother’s fiancée. Can Dorcas find a way to love Daniel for himself or will Peter’s memory haunt Daniel and Dorcas forever?

Here's the link to Amazon.


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In other news, I'm still working on the house. The ceiling downstairs that was supposed to be so easy (just slap up the paint) has had to be stripped of the 'popcorn', then sanded, then primed, and now painted. Add to that nightmare, the heating ducts running across it as well...well, let's just say Anne's not a happy camper.

HOWEVER, I have managed to begin working on two stories. THE EARL'S ENGAGEMENT, another Regency (and if you want to read about that title, please take a gander at my Anne Gallagher blog).

AND I also banged out 2700 words on another romantic women's fiction. I don't have a title yet, so I'm calling it "Kate". It's been roaming around in my head for a long time. I had written about 20k on it but it started with Kate attending her mother's funeral. Then I found out, that being at a funeral for an opening was a no-no, so she's not at the funeral anymore. They also say not to start with backstory, but I'm not working for a traditional publisher so I can do whatever I want. We'll see if I change it around once I get more to it. I need more chapters before I can make a decision on where to start.

And that's about it. Other than falling off the ladder a few times, I'm pretty good. I just wish this house would be done. I only have a few hours a day to paint and clean and junk, and no one to help me so it's slow going. I'm really excited about these new stories and can't really do anything about them just quite yet. argh!

So tell me, what are you guys up to? Now it's officially Oct. 1 have we started thinking about Christmas yet, or are we waiting a little while longer?