Hot Mojave Knights 2014

I just got back from Hot Mojave Knights 2014.  It was a blast!  I attended as a reader last year and was honored to attend as a featured author this year.  If you've never been to a reader event with authors...GO!  You get one on one time to hang out and get crazy with the authors, and you might find a new favorite. 

See you next year?

www.HotMojaveKnights.com

Virtual Book Tour

Virtual Book Tour

October 6-13, 2014

David

Every writer has a muse.  Some writers I know have male ones, some have females, and some have muses that aren't even human.

 

I've known my muse my whole life, but I met him when I was 34 years old.  So, that’s how old he is to me, and always will be.  Yes, I met him in person.   I walked past a stranger and we did double and triple takes; a bizarre recognition of sorts, I’d like to believe.

My muse’s name is David. I don’t know how I know this, I just know.  He has short sandy blonde hair and piercing green eyes.  He’s my champion.  If I haven’t written anything for awhile, he doesn’t hound me like some other writer’s muses do.  He’s understanding. Whenever I sit to write, he’s there offering me coffee (with sugar and milk), and supportive words.  He has a good sense of humor, and can easily laugh at himself.  He gently reminds me not to take myself, or life, too seriously.

 

David’s hobby is cars.  He collects classic cars and rebuilds them.  How do I know this?  I have no idea, I just do.  His current project has been a 1967 red Corvair convertible.  He isn’t the type of guy that takes his regular driver to the shop either.  He knows what to do and does it without complaining, although he may goof up and laugh at himself. 

My job is to write.  His job is to encourage and inspire.   

Thank you for coming into my life, David, and for being my muse.   As you reveal more of your personality to me, you make your way into every hero that I write. 

 photo of Ewan McGregor, representative :-)

Dear Mr. Sun

Last Saturday was Summer Solstice, so I decided to a write a little letter to the sun.  As you can tell, the 105 degree heat in Las Vegas was getting to me.  But, I'm sure the Sun can forgive me. 

Dear Mr. Sun,

     I wrote your brother, the Moon, a letter not so long ago.  I like him better than I like you, by the way.  You aren’t as gentle as he is. 

     We’re always told not to look at you directly.  Why so shy, Mr. Sun?  What have you to hide?  Certainly, you don’t help us hide anything.  No, you point out our faults for all to see, garish and loud.  There’s no mistaking something when you point it out, nothing is lost in the shadows.  You bring full attention to every detail, as if it were your business.  You’re nosier than your brother.  You’re a tattletale!  We can look at the moon without fear.

     You see, the problem with you, Mr. Sun, is that you think that you are the one with all the power.  Sure, you give us warmth, you help the plants grow.  But, without your brother, the one that I like better, you would be useless.  Your brother casts a lighter, gentler glow on everything.  He doesn’t burn his friends, like you do.  His light reveals the same things that your does, but he makes them beautiful whereas you just make them …lit.  He pulls the oceans, he guides us.

     So, Mr. Sun, I’m sure I’ve gotten on your bad side…which is the same as your good side, isn’t it?  I’m not afraid of you, you’ve burned me before and you will again.  You’ve blinded me too.  You’re a pompous jerk. 

Sincerely,

A Moon Fangirl.