For the Fans…

Every once in awhile, I have to pinch myself to make sure my writing journey isn’t a dream. I have such an exceptional fan base that I had to call y’all out today, just to let you know I appreciate you. Each of you.

To the ones who give up their money to buy a book – thank you for giving the stories value.

To the ones who re-read a paragraph because they loved it – thank you for giving the words a voice of their own.

To the ones who laugh, cry or gasp at a scene – thank you for feeling the characters’ emotions.

To the ones who want to skip to the end to see how it ends – thank you for going back and reading it all.

To the ones who fall in love with a character – thank you for making the fictional world real, if only in your mind.

To the ones who loved the book so much they left a review – thank you for sharing your opinion.

To the ones who told a friend, ‘You have to read this!’ – thank you for spreading the word.

To the ones who have reached out to say ‘Hello’ and shared your stories – thank you for your time.

To the ones who are still here, six books and seven stories later – thank you, thank you, thank you for your support.

 

Thanks for reading. Always. HUGS

Starting Saturday Right

And how does one do this when the dogs kept them up half the night? Easy! Put the headphones on and listen to a song that simply CAN’T put you to sleep. Now that the good mood is brewing, it’s time to get some writing in.

 

Happy Saturday!

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I know – silly question, right? This is just a friendly reminder post that the first book of The Station Series, Dying to Forget, is FREE online! Where can you grab up your ebook copy?

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Piper Willow dies the summer after her high school graduation but she doesn’t make it to Heaven or Hell…instead she finds herself in a spiritual terminal called the Station. She’s given only two choices: Return to Earth as the subconscious for a person in need of some outside assistance, or move on and spend an eternity lost in her own sorrow and pain.

Does Piper have what it takes to save a life – to be the nagging voice inside someone else’s head – or will she fail and end up lost and tormented in limbo…forever?

 

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Thanks for reading!

Three days with a boy…

While the hubby is off with the nine-year old at Comic Con, I’m left alone with our four-year old son all day, for day two of three. Normally he has his older sister to play with (and fight with) so it’s solely up to me to find things to occupy his time. Things of the male-brain variety. So today we are going to see Turbo, the movie about the racing snail. There will be some buttery popcorn in our near future.

And as I type this, I looked up to see my daughter’s shoes on the fireplace mantel. Because, of course, where else would her shoes belong? I’ll have to stop at the store and pick up ice cream, so I can bribe the boy to help me with chores later. Obviously, we’ll need to start in the living room.

Writing will be squeezed in at some point today. Maybe at night, when it’s dark and the boy crashes. And I have wine. Lots and lots of wine. I might even write with my feet propped up. How’s that for ending the week?

 

Happy Friday, everyone!

Tuesday Teaser of Hutch & A’ris

“Kiss my ass, princess.”

A’ris gasped so forcefully the bird flew off her shoulder with a squawk. “How dare you speak to me that way!”

“Or what?” Hutch spun around in a circle with his arms outstretched, a feigned look of fear on his face. “I don’t see your guards here to arrest me, love.”

It was her turn to point a finger and she walked straight up to him, jabbing him in the chest with it. “I am not your love. And just because I don’t wear my crown out here doesn’t mean I am any less a royal member of this planet.”

“From what I understand,” he laughed, “You seem to be running away from that very title.”

“You’re impossible.” A’ris pushed by him, though they had an entire desert of space to avoid each other with. The bird flew above their heads for half a mile, clearly not interested in being a part of the squabble.

It wasn’t until he dove down in front of her, chirping an alarm that she forgot about Hutch and his less than appropriate diction, and noticed the shimmer on the horizon had changed from the wavy ripples of heat she was beginning to hate, to something more solid, and more square in form. Dark objects stood up higher than a person. The sand dunes had flattened out to nothing but cracked clay since an hour after they set off in the morning. Her feet hurt from the solid ground.

“Finally,” she breathed.

“Oh, so you concede. I knew it was only a matter of time.” Hutch pulled the front of his shirt up, no longer white in color, and wiped his sweaty face with it.

A’ris grimaced at his appearance, but gritted her teeth together, realizing she surely looked no better than he did. “I do not concede. You are still an arse. It was that I was commenting on.” She pointed ahead of them and the bird returned to her arm, digging into her gauzy top with his talons as he climbed onto her shoulder.

“Let’s skip on over that part where you can’t even insult me with a proper curse word. I see it – a town, I’m guessing.”

A’ris rolled her eyes to the sky. “Of course it’s a town, Hutch. Maybe one of the outer cities?”

“Don’t ask me, I’m not a royal member of this planet, as you have so graciously pointed out. On more than one occasion.”

A’ris licked at her dry lips and resisted the urge to poke Hutch in the eye with one of her dirty finger nails. “We have traveled west, as we were told, so it must be.”

“Fine. Know what they’ll have there that we don’t have here?” Hutch picked up his pace, forcing A’ris into a near jog.

The wind changed direction, blowing a gust of sand right in her face, and Hutch laughed as she spit the grains out in a noisy squeal. “Water,” she said, in between gags.

“There will be that. And soap. You reek something awful,” Hutch teased.

– Copyright Trish Marie Dawson

 

Happy Reading!