Years ago, I used to think it was silly when someone said, “You’re only as old as you feel.” Today, I completely agree with that statement. In addition, I also believe that there is tremendous healing power in laughter, a positive attitude, and having a great sense of humor. That’s why I devoted several years to a project that I’ve recently sent to my agent. The title is, “The Sense of Humor.” The book looks at the positive power of humor in our health, families, work, relationships, ministries, education, and other areas. My agent is looking for a publisher now.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
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Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Recently, I started a new endeavor: I publish my own ebooks. Check them on Amazon and spend an entertaining moment with two lovely romances that are priced at only $0.99.
RIGHT NAME, WRONG MAN http://tinyurl.com/85o4wg7
To which category of retirees do you belong?
Thursday, November 10, 2011
The “Mystery We Write” Virtual Book Tour is planned for a two-week run from November 25 until December 9. Fifteen tours will take place concurrently on a rotating basis, with the writers hosting one another on their blog sites. Sound confusing? It could be if Anne K. Albert wasn’t coordinating the schedule, which can be found on my blog site: http://jeansblogtour.blogspot.com/
The tour has been in the planning stage since August, with the writers working on writing their articles and answering interview questions as well as collectively deciding the details of the tour. Among the writers are Tim, Hallinan, Marilyn Meredith, Michael Orenduff, Jinx Schwartz, Earl Staggs, Beth Anderson, John Daniel, Jackie King, Ron Benrey, Alice Duncan, Pat Browning, M.M. Gornell and Wendy Gager, all of whom will be offering writing advice and tidbits about their books and lives. There will even be pictures of their writing work spaces.
They’ll also be drawing names to award their mystery novels to visitors who leave comments and their screen names. So, if you enjoy the intrigue of mysteries and suspense, there’s a good chance of winning at least one book while getting to know the writers and how they operate.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
I suppose being called a "Spunky Senior" isn't a bad thing. I took me a long time to readily admit that I'd reached senior citizen status, but now I happily accept it because it does come with perks. I get a check on the third Wednesday of every month, and my medical care, at least for the time being, is awesome. The best part of being my age is having a grandson I cherish, but then if you know me, you've already heard about Spencer. He's what keeps me "spunky."
Countless years had passed since she’d been on a date, and the urge to flirt gnawed at her, but she’d forgotten how. Back in the day, she would have had no qualms initiating a conversation and exchanging numbers, but her youth had sailed away, leaving her nothing but insecurities from a failed marriage and the string of bum relationships that followed. Early retirement, forced by a situation with an intolerable boss, and the onslaught of legal matters, denied benefits, and health issues had taken a toll on her sanity. Maybe she was crazier than she thought to believe anyone would find her in the least bit interesting.
She released a loud sigh and carried the single shoe back to a seat, waiting for service. How could she get so excited over someone she didn’t even know? She stared into her lap and prayed for composure from the flush creeping up her neck. Maybe she should’ve shopped for a bra today instead.
“May I help you?” The timbre of his voice matched the broadness of his shoulders and made her jump. His tall silhouette blocked the light filtering through the front window, and her dipped chin seemed frozen in place.
She forced her head up. “Y-es, I-I…” The words she sought lodged behind a lump in her throat.
“I assume you’re holding the shoe you’re interested in.” His smile dimpled his cheeks and displayed white, even teeth.
An air of charisma hung about him while she felt caught up in a bubble of ridiculousness. She forced a smile and with trembling fingers, handed him the shoe. “Yes, size seven please.”
Why in the world did this man have such an effect on her? Could the draw be the splashes of gray at his temples? It couldn’t be the slight limp she detected when he walked through the curtain to the storeroom. But there was something—definitely something. She thrummed her fingertips on the chair’s arm and fidgeted in her seat, waiting for his return—almost dreading the feelings he stirred and unsure how to handle them.
“Here we go.” He appeared through the split material in the doorway with a beige box bearing the familiar logo of the footwear she’d learned to love. With one hand, he hiked up his khaki slacks before kneeling in front of her. He removed her left shoe, his grasp warming her heel when he slipped off her worn pump.
Hope you enjoyed this snippet. Muse initiated the "Persephone Line" specifically for mature main characters. Just so happened that my friend, Caryl, shared her experience with me at the right time and prompted this sweet romance. I'm a true believer in love. Having a husband who is ten years my junior keeps me feeling young and on my toes. I joke about nagging him more to make him age at a faster rate, but reality is I need to adjust my attitude and act more his age than my own. Although no one seems shocked when I tell them I'm sixty-five, I hope they silently think, "Gosh, she sure doesn't look or act it." Okay, so I can dream, can't I? Sadly, they card everyone who buys alcohol here in, and I find it highly annoying now when in the past I would have been flattered. You'd think the age spots on my hands would be proof enough. *lol* Age is just a number, and in my mind, I'm still twenty. From one "spunky" senior to another...happy reading, and may your romance stay young and healthy forever.