Sunday, June 30, 2013
Thursday, June 27, 2013
And there are things that I let get on my nerves, lately. For one, I've set this goal of becoming a full-time, paid author and I have a serious publishing schedule to meet. As an independently published author, I wear all the hats: writer, PR rep, marketer, social media manager, publisher, quality control consultant, graphic artist, etc. Its a hard row to hoe, but I know I'm on the right path and I am eager to do the work. Almost too eager.
It leads to imbalance, this passion for writing and independence. For example, I spend more time tweeting with online acquaintances, posting with Facebook pals and tumbling with fuckyeahyoga than I do on housekeeping and gardening. *points to piles of laundry and dishes* My kids see me on my iPad and whisper, "There she goes again...lost down the rabbit hole." They are eleven and eight. *sigh*
I am currently squinting through a splitting headache because I've been on the lappy all day writing answers to interview questions and arguing with myself over which guest post ideas are better. Yes, I am trying to catch up after being on vacation at Folly Beach in South Carolina, but this is not at all abnormal. Since dedicating myself to the full-time writer life, I have been racing at breakneck speed to get the requisite trilogy written so I can see my sales improve. I have also written the first novella in a series I plan to release next and two short stories for anthologies.
While I love every minute of it, mostly, I do need to slow down sometimes. So, a trip to the beach and to catch up with thru-hiker pals seemed like a great way to unwind. And it was. Seriously, it was. The fact that less than five hours after arriving my iPhone ended up cracked on the road (a pure accident-nobody's fault) did not ruin the trip. It ruined dinner that night for me as tears welled up over crab cakes and fresh salsa, but the trip was still awesome.
I did discover that I was wound way, way tighter than I had allowed myself to acknowledge. How did I figure this out? It was the little things like that second night on my friend's houseboat when I about hyperventilated every time my eight-year-old bounded down the steps to the lower deck. I was terrified he'd fall overboard. And then there was how far out I could hack both kids wandering into the surf. My husband was constantly trying to reign me in and give the kids a chance to have some fun.
My anxiety caught up with my one quiet night as my husband and I sat on the deck overlooking the beach and half a bottle of wine later I was crying like a little baby. Where the hell did that come from? I'm living the dream, for goodness sake! *sigh* Turns out burning that midnight oil needs to be balanced out with real living. So, my husband thought crab fishing might just be the ticket.
*big wide eyes* Bwahahahahhahaha!
Turns out *gasp* he was right. Our local friends showed us how to tie chicken necks (I kid you not) to the weighted lines that we dropped over the edge of the dock and tied to whatever was handy. One of us would pull the line up real slow like while another would scoop the crabs up with a net. While most of the little buggers were too small, we had enough singing the blues in the bottom of the basket to entertain the neighbors.
And I was the only one who didn't get pinched. Ha! Hammer and Kodiak (those are our hiker buds nicknames) showed me how to hold the crab by the two back legs so they couldn't pinch me. I don't know why my husband refused to handle them that way, but he got pinched pretty good for his hubris. And so did I, but in a different way. I tend to think I can work as much as I want and not pay the price. I am learning the hard way, unfortunately, but I am learning.
All work and no play makes Melissa an anxious, cracked, crabby pants. :-P
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Now available at:
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When the universe conspired to bring Loti and Wolf together, it was just getting warmed up. After surviving Modore’s assassination attempt on Wolf, the lovers want nothing more than some peace and quiet, but the universe has other plans for them.
And Loti and Wolf are done waiting to find out what they are.
Convinced there will be no happily-ever-after for them until Modore is dealt with, they form a dubious alliance with untrustworthy forces from Wolf’s past. While searching for clues to the homicidal vampire’s whereabouts, they uncover secrets that begin to unravel reality as they know it. Tangled up in black ops conspiracies and fae treachery, they make a fatal mistake—overlooking the enemy in their midst.
Can love and light survive a downward spiral into darkness?
and Enlightened (Book 1 in the Love and Light Series) is available, too!
Loti Dupree’s meager healing abilities have been more a curse than a blessing. What’s the point if she can't save her husband from cancer? Harboring a painful secret, Loti flees the life they had in a small Appalachian town for the ashram, the spiritual retreat where she trained to be a yogini. But she finds herself running from more than grief when an ominous nightmare sets her on a dangerous path of self-discovery that challenges everything she believes--and threatens her life.
While dodging psychic attacks from an unknown assailant, Loti races to understand who and what she is before her enemy can catch up with her. To make matters worse, events throw her into the arms of a handsome but frustrating vampire. Love and light are waiting for her—if she can only figure out how to stay alive.
About the Author
Melissa Lummis considers herself a truth seeker, a peaceful warrior, a paranormal and fantasy writer, an avid reader, a thru-hiker GA->ME ’98, a wife, a mother, and a free thinker. She believes the universe conspires to help an adventurer, and that if we live our lives as if it is a daring adventure (and it is!), then everything we need will find its way to us.
The author lives in rural Virginia with her husband, two children, an Alaskan Malamute and a myriad of forest creatures. The nature of her mind dictates that she write to stay sane. Otherwise, her fertile imagination takes off on tangents of its own accord, creating scenarios and worlds that confuse the space-time continuum.
Namaste, dear friends.
Friday, June 14, 2013
heart chakra. I'm sure there are hormones involved, but more so are the stories I'm writing right now. The Love and Light Series is really about love always being the answer. It doesn't mean tolerating abuse or not defending yourself or not taking proactive action to protect yourself.
Those actions are loving--they turn love into a verb. Protecting yourself is loving yourself enough to acknowledge you deserve to be treated lovingly. It is also an act of love towards the one who attacks or mistreats you.
Just as a parent is loving a child when they discipline that child, so we are loving another when we show them what's not allowed and set clear boundaries. That's not to say we should take a parental approach to others, just a loving one.
I am reminded every day that love is the answer, no matter the question or situation. For instance, I could get irate about the cellphone company messing up my account for the third time in as many months, but that disturbs my peace, and that is neither loving towards myself nor to the employee who has to tolerate the abuse. After all, the customer service representative who answers your phone call is not likely the one who caused the problem.
Even if he is, so what? What do you gain by berating him? Do you think you're going to get better service by being an asshole to him?
I was in the service industry once-upon-a-time, and I remember all to vividly the people who lit into me for a mistake made by the kitchen or myself. Did it help the situation? Not. At. All. It either made me nervous and more prone to mistakes or pissed me off. I was more likely to ignore them. I mean, I wasn't going to get a tip out of them at that point, so why bother? Not saying that was mature or right, but the reality none-the-less.
So think it about next time you have the urge to go off on someone. Are you contributing love or contaminating with fear and hate? Please join in the conversation and contribute by posting a comment, a link to some great stuff on love or a picture or quote on the topic.