Body Language Wisdom

When I was young, like four or five, my parents would tell me I could do anything.  They said it a lot, and I believed them. As the years passed I heard it less and less.  I guess then thought they got that point across. As a teen I heard why things weren’t possible. I did hear the goal was to reach for the stars. My dad would say, “Prove to me it’s possible.” But, when I was told that I would never be an architect because I didn’t do well in math, I gave up. Why dream? I began to fear trying something new, because what if I failed. I didn’t want to hear, “You’re doing it wrong, stop it.” I didn’t even want to hear, “Prove it to me.”

“Prove it” always seemed like a dare.  Dare to not be a failure.

When I moved out, got married, and started my family I realized that when I wanted something I couldn’t give up. It wasn’t a prove-it-challenge.  My husband worked, but if we wanted extra money I needed to get a job. It was logic, plain and simple.  Not a mind game.  Just do it.  The interviews were terrifying, but I got a job.

The thought of going back to school scared me.  I really wasn’t a fan of high school.  Even answering a roll call gave me the jitters.  The only way I could get a better job was to get a college degree.  I pushed myself.  When I had to speak in class I was almost paralyzed with fear.  I would fight the panic.  I’d hold my head high, roll my shoulders back, and be confident.  When the speech was over I’d shake so bad sometimes I’d have to close my eyes.

Thankfully, I’m stubborn.  I’ve always been stubborn.  I do a thing because I want to.  The more afraid I am, the more I need to do it.  The problem is getting past the fear.  I’ve always seen it as leaping off a cliff.  Just take a deep breath and jump.  (I’m more than a little afraid of heights)

Well, what if it was easier than that?  What if two minutes standing like Wonder Woman would make me feel powerful enough to face my fears?  What if instead of hunching at my desk in dread, assumed a smile and sat up straight?

Below is a fantastic TED talk by Amy Cuddy about body language.  I can’t wait to put some of this into practice.

What’s up?

Hello.  {grips hand warmly} How are you?  It’s been too long, it really has.

They say the rule of thumb when blogging is to have new material every week.  Unfortunately, unless I tell all of you the personal details of my personal life (read: the things I wouldn’t share with my mother) I can’t come up with that much material. Boring life.  My husband hasn’t been attacked by bees lately.   :)  Unless you want to hear about my dogs.  Hey, that’s a thought.  Watch for doggie stories.

Today, I’m popping in to affirm I am working on a sequel to Creatures of the Moon.  Do you want to know what happened to Detective Lydia Davis’s partner, Sergeant Adams?  He was last seen being wheeled away in an ambulance.  Stay tuned.

One more thing before I go.  Brenda Novak, a fabulous romance author is currently holding her auction for diabetes research here.  I’m high bidder on a couple things as I type this.  :)  They’ve got some really nice items over there, and it’s a great cause.  Pop in and check it out.

I’ve copied the following from Brenda Novak’s website:

As a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author, Brenda has been able to count on her fans and her peers to support her annual online auctions, which runs May 1 – May 31st, helping her raise over $1.6 million so far!

Brenda is an active mother of five whose youngest son, Thad, was diagnosed with Type I Diabetes at the age of five. There began her personal crusade to fight a disease that affects millions. The 2011 statistics on diabetes are alarming — and clearly establish a challenge Brenda is trying to meet: improve lives by helping to raise money to battle this devastating disease. Data released by the ADA January 26, 2011 reveals there are 25.8 million children and adults in the United States — thus 8.3% of the population have diabetes. Another 79 million people have prediabetes. In 2010, 1.9 million new cases of diabetes were diagnosed.

There are many ways you can participate and help Brenda raise money toward a cure:

Two books for 2013

I have two books to get out this year. Both are half done. Both are sequels to books released in 2012. I must decide which to work on first.

Do you want to know what happened to Eric Adams, last seen injured at the end of Creatures of the Moon?

Or would you rather another installment of Dr Josie Lester’s adventures in Villa Hollow?

Both of these stories are screaming to be written. I’ve found myself switching off between the two.

Do any of you have an opinion?

Winners of our Share and Retweet drive

Thank you all for your support this last week. The biggest challenge for an author is getting the word out. With your help we’ve made a fantastic start.

I’ve placed everyone’s name or twitter handle on a slip of paper, placed it in a bowl, closed my eyes and drew two names…

I’m happy to announce the winners:

Trish StJohn
And
Karen Y. Bynum

Congratulations ladies!

Once Upon a Couch RELEASE DAY!!

 

Available December 10, 2012 wherever eBooks are sold

Available December 10, 2012 wherever eBooks are sold

 

Today is Once Upon a Couch’s release day! Happy birthday to my light paranormal romance, may you transport many readers to the town of Villa Hollow.

And now, the very last excerpt. This client, Amanda, is the one that turns Josie’s world upside-down. Josie’s first impression of Amanda certainly isn’t the most normal.

After closing the front door behind George, she turned to find Amanda on all fours sniffing the sofa cushions. Okay, sure. A perverse part of her wanted to wait to observe what the woman would do next. Unfortunately, the professional side said, “Excuse me.”

Amanda lifted her head and sniffed.

“Did you still want to talk?” Josie asked.

Amanda rose from the floor, her head tilted to one side. The hem of her skirt had hiked up to reveal about three inches of slip, and one of her shoes lay discarded on the floor behind her.

“Amanda?”

She sniffed again and tilted her head the other way.

“Amanda.” Josie spoke louder. She could be having a seizure. “Amanda.”

Her eyes refocused, and she seemed to wake. “Sorry, I blanked out there for a minute,” she said, smoothing her skirt and retrieving her shoe. “Are you ready for me now?”

“Yes, please go on in. I’ll get the paperwork.” Josie retrieved the clipboard and flipped through the pages.

Amanda worked as a real estate agent and lived alone. In the space where clients could list issues they wanted to work on, she’d started to write, but after the first few words, I think I may have, the pen trailed off the page. Apparently, around that time, she’d begun to sniff the furniture.

This is it.  The last day of our Share and Retweet drive.  So share and tweet this post to get the word out.  You have until midnight tonight to spread the word!  Tomorrow I will post the winner of our gift basket giveaway.

 

Day 7 – Share and Retweet drive – Meet client #2

Available December 10, 2012 wherever eBooks are sold

Available December 10, 2012 wherever eBooks are sold

It’s a little late in the day, but there’s a little bit of work getting ready for release day.

The second client I would like you to meet is a little more normal than the one we met yesterday.  Though he has a bit more anxiety and his name is slightly awkward.  Without further ado:

“Welcome.” She smiled and took the clipboard. “All right, Mr. Thehob, how can I help you?”

As he settled to the couch, his forehead creased and eyes closed. “The Hob.”

“I’m sorry.” Did he say the? Her stomach sank. This wasn’t going to be a normal session either. Good grief.

“My name; it’s George the Hob.”

Oh rats, he did say the. Should she call him Mr. Hob? “I’ve never met someone with a name like yours before. How would you like me to address you?”

His face smoothed, and for the first time since she met him, he stopped rocking. “George. Thank you for asking.”

Encouraged, she continued. “George, why don’t you start by telling me what brought you here today?”

He stood and began to pace in front of her desk, from the door on one side to the draped window on the other. “The problem is I’m not always pleasant. People will do something stupid or say something stupid, and I just lose my cool.”

“Everyone loses their cool, George.”

“No, not everyone. Not a Hob.” Step, step, step to the window. “I’m different. Sometimes, I don’t want to smile.” Step, step, step to the door. “I can’t be happy all the time. I’m supposed to be, I just can’t. Sometimes they call me hobgoblin.”

She glanced at her notepad. If she watched George too long, she’d need a Dramamine.   “You say you’re supposed to be happy,” she said, sidestepping the nickname. “Who says what you’re supposed to be?”

 

Time to retweet and share.  Time’s running out to qualify for the drawing!  Spread the word!

Day 6 – Share and Retweet drive – gift basket giveaway (meet client #1)

Available December 10, 2012 wherever eBooks are sold

Available December 10, 2012 wherever eBooks are sold

Where would a psychiatrist be without patients? But what if the client is nocturnal?  Most doctors don’t have hours after dark.  This scene has Josie being awakened from a dream by her would-be client.

“Doctor.” The man reached a hand toward her. “Doctor, I need to talk to you.” Hoarse and husky, the whisper intruded on her dream.  It faded, and she became aware of her bed around her, the sheets on her skin and a hand on her shoulder.

Fully awake, she jumped and searched for the lamp on the bedside table. With a click, its amber glow illuminated the room and the man standing by her closet.

“What?” She scrambled and crouched on her pillow. All at once, she smelled charred flesh and remembered the man from the deli the previous afternoon. “You?”

“Yes, Doctor, my name is Jared. Please, you must help me.”

“What are you doing here? You can’t just come into someone’s house, into their bedroom.” She grabbed the portable phone from the receiver on her nightstand. “My bedroom.”

“I need your help.” He backed up and sat in the little recliner situated in the corner of her bedroom. With the drape pulled shut, not even light from the street lamps filtered in.

His face was clean-shaven and pale, except for red welts where burned skin had healed. He dressed in black jeans and a black hoodie sweatshirt. His wide eyes and half-open mouth made him appear sincere. Clasping his hands on his lap, he leaned forward earnestly.

He was compelling. So compelling she wanted to climb out of bed and onto his lap. Or come closer. He really should come a little closer. She eased off the pillow and pushed her hair back. He should see her neck. She had a very nice neck. “Anything you want,” she breathed.

“Oh, damn, I thought being a doctor…” He raised the hood of his sweatshirt, removed a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, and slipped them over his eyes.

Those beautiful eyes lost to her, she wanted to weep.

It took another moment before she realized she had dressed for bed, a T-shirt and no bra.  Incredibly uncomfortable, she pulled the comforter up to her chin. “What sort of help?” she asked.

“I’m a vampire.”

Does she believe him?  Why would a vampire need a psychiatrist?  You can pre-order Once Upon a Couch here and find out.

There are only two days left to share and tweet and earn entries into my gift basket giveaway!