I could listen to Donovan Leitch’s greatest hits over and over. In fact. I do. I have the album downloaded on my computer and listen all the time as I work. I love him so much, I even used him as inspiration for the heroine’s father in SOLO HONEYMOON, my debut novel written under my pen name.
I’m so glad Donovan finally got his due and was inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame. He’e been around for a long time and served as inspiration for many newer musicians who were inducted before him.
My accomplishment: I sold three novels to two different publishers under my pseudonym. I had already sold quite a few short stories but selling the novels was BIG for me. I had validation that I can write. Someone besides my family and friends liked my work. That was a big deal to me. One of the books is already out and the other two will be out by July 2011- one releases in April and one in July.
Just wanted to share this:
Emma Chauncey finds her fiancé naked with one of her bridesmaids on top of him three days before her wedding. Burned by the experience, she takes a friend on her honeymoon. They travel to an Italian villa where Emma plans to nurse her broken heart.
Wealthy, titled, and handsome women’s shoe designer Dario de Luca is also at the villa. In disguise as a dance instructor, he’s determined to find a woman to love him for himself, not his wealth and title. Sparks fly between Emma and Dario, until she learns his true identity. Hurt that another man has lied to her, and distrusting her own judgment, she flees. Dario follows her to New York. But Emma’s former fiancé is back with an agenda of his own. Can Dario convince Emma he’s the man for her even though he lied about his identity? Can he convince her she deserves true love?
This book is available for preorder here: http://www.bookstrand.com/solo-honeymoon
Just watched a horrendous horror movie called Suspiria. AND I do mean horrendous. I say watched but I really wasn’t watching. I was finishing the edits on a book I have coming out in January, 2011 and adding an additional love scene at the recommendation of my editor. The movie was on in the background and oh. dear. God. It was awful! Horrible. The music was like damn Chinese water torture. My head still hurts from it. The gore was so badly faked and the wolf? Let’s not even go there on the fakeness (is that a word? If not, it should be just for purposes of this wolf) of the canine. It was atrocious.
The funny thing (and I mean the only funny thing) is that the movie was directed by a dude named Dario and the hero in the book I was editing is named Dario.
Never, never, never watch this flick. As Nancy Reagan used to say, “just say no.” Really, trust me on this one.