When Kayla McCallister leaves her ritzy job, nice home and failing marriage behind in California, she doesn't expect to end up in Parker, Arizona; a Colorado River town that people pass through, not travel to. Her arrival there awakens Kayla's latent ability to have premonitions she doesn't want and can't handle. While dealing with her abilities, Kayla learns the value of friendship, renews her faith in love and reveals the identity of an attempted murderer who could change the lives of everyone around her if she doesn't learn to trust her instincts and visions. Will Kayla learn how to manage her dreams, or go crazy trying to avoid them?
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I read a LOT of writing industry articles, newsletters, e-zines and the like. Right now, they are all saying the same thing...it's all about the blog. Internet marketing is all the rage. It's viral, and if we (authors) don't jump in on it, then we'll miss the boat.
It's tough to say whether or not the boat has already left the dock. There are millions upon millions of blogs out there. One would think our singular voice can't be heard among the cacophony (sp?) of others out there all… Continue
Posted on September 20, 2008 at 6:18pm — 3 Comments
This may sound odd, but I'm "on the verge" of being creative. Yes, "on the verge"...but not quite in the actual realm of creating. When I'm plucking away at my day job, or dealing with a family issue, or anywhere else besides at the computer, I think about writing. I dream about writing. I yearn to write....And yet, when I finally have a few moments to sit at the computer, nothing comes out the end of my fingers. It's like the whole universe is against me getting this book done. I don't want to take 10 years to finsh it. Yet, here I sit, checking websites, writing e-mails, posting messages, and not getting another word closer to the end goal. What's wrong with me? Heavy sigh.