FREE EBOOK. Friends, hopefully Julia’s Chocolates will make you laugh. We need laughter right now, so I put Julia’s Chocolates, E-Book only, on sale for FREE until tomorrow. That’s zero dollars. Tell your mom, your friends, your sisters, your daughters.
Here ya go. Hang in there.
I have promised myself I will write 2,000 words today for Book Three of “Ten Kids” in the Deauville Street series. Book Two is at the editor’s, so I am feeling mighty virtuous and deserving of lemon cake and perhaps one chocolate.
I am distracted by many things, so let’s see if writing today will work. I doubt it. Concentrating sounds difficult. Very trying. My brain feels tired already at the thought of writing that many words. So do my eyeballs.
I may give up right now. Perhaps that’s best…one must not tax oneself too much.
Off I go! I shall valiantly try to write again another time. Have a lovely day!
On another note, I have NO IDEA why I can’t shrink this photo. This program is not letting me, so it’s huge…
Amazon for Book One in The Ten Kids series: https://www.amazon.com/Lovebirds-Singing-Mermaid-Deauville-Families/dp/B0D22B4YVW/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1SBSW5NRT7Q3O&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.1XeR-5VMzcdw3vJ–tisxA.lDKDkdExSBOtdXxakGLmaHQbrIcDkp-EdLUcyf-63Dc&dib_tag=se&keywords=ten+kids%2C+two+lovebirds%2C+and+a+singing+mermaid&nsdOptOutParam=true&qid=1770750860&sprefix=ten+kids%2Caps%2C186&sr=8-1
MY LATEST NEWSLETTER on Substack about running and a goblin…
When I woke up about 13 weeks ago, it was clear that a goblin had snuck into my bed while I slept and drilled a spike into my knee. How do I know this? Because my knee felt like it had been crushed. It had to be a goblin. They do this type of thing.
The day before Innocent Husband and I had driven to downtown Portland, Oregon – not Portland, Maine. He trudged his handsome-self down to work in his office, a boring and mind-numbing time, and I skipped down to the waterfront for a run along the Willamette River, wishing my buttocks would quit growing.
Part of the reason I went for a run is because The Pathological One said that Portland was “war ravaged,” and “burning.”
Surprise: NO WARS. Nothing was burning.
It was a pleasant and calm day in Portland with people participating in the usual. For example, I saw a woman wearing butterfly wings while biking. People laughed on jet skis and drank apple juice on boats, while others skateboarded while singing. This is typical Portland. Bring your rainbow hair, your tutu, and your dogs in strollers and you’ll fit right in.
Click on the link to read for free…
https://cathylamb.substack.com/p/the-gnome-and-the-spike?r=kayfq
Greetings, all. I think we need a little break. My E-book, “No Place I’d Rather Be” is FREE until Friday. This is my little gift to you.
As you know, books can take our minds away from life and head-banging stress. They can magically drop us into another world with new people and events. Given the horrible headlines, you might need another world right now.
Go to Amazon, or open my Substack post for the link.
Wishing you all the best during these difficult times.
https://cathylamb.substack.com/p/free-e-book?r=kayfq
This is my latest newsletter on Substack…
The problem with writing is that you have to market and sell books.
Ugh.
I have known this since 2005 when I first sold “Julia’s Chocolates.”
Write a book, market a book. That, dear ladies and gentlemen, is the literary deal.
Side Note Here for a Sec: When Innocent Husband read “Julia’s Chocolates” he was supremely, silly-shocked. As in, “WHO ARE YOU, CATHY?”
There were some crazy scenes in there with women engaging in some slightly unhinged, though healing, moonlight-induced “activities,” which probably brought on his unbridled feelings of mystification and bafflement.
It was like he didn’t know who he was sleeping with anymore.
In fact, one time he put down Julia’s Chocolates and said, his voice constricted, “You thought of, uh, all of this?” He paused. “By yourself?”
Oh yeah, Innocent Husband, dear. I did. Perhaps I’m not who you thought. Surprise!
He blinked in confusion at me through his glasses, like an owl. I tried to look svelte and mysterious, like a sexy spy. (That was hard.)
But I digress. I, personally, would rather write books, talk to myself, chase ostriches, dress up like a caterpillar for a week, or loudly and authoritatively announce in a crowded elevator, “We will now be leaving for Planet Uto. Please hold on and prepare for light speed force,” than market my books.
Alas, not marketing is not a possibility in our rockin’ and rollin’ (read: brutal) publishing world.
Marketing your own books, to me, is almost embarrassing. You have to get off your bottom, waddle on over to your computer, wrestle with the social media dragons, and say, “BUY MY BOOK.”
Click on the link to read the rest and have a lovely day.
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It’s a break from life and y’all know we need a break right now.
Please come and sign up and we’ll chat. Yes, you can read for free.
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It’s raining here in Oregon, I’m on my fourth edit of Ten Kids BOOK TWO, and I’m trying to get myself to go on a slow and easy run.
Apparently my body does not want to do this AT ALL, no matter how slow, my muscles cringing, and my brain is telling me to watch a home decorating show to get my mind off of everything else going on. The worst thing that can happen on a home decor show?
The Property Brothers find, gasp, mold, which they will immediately fix without getting a hair out of place. Editing not going so well today.
I thought this photo offered a little hope during a very grim and scary time in this country.
I thought you all would appreciate my annual Christmas slippers from Rebel Dancing Daughter, Adventurous Singing Daughter and Darling Laughing son. This tradition has been going on for decades: Mom gets new slippers.
This year, you guessed it, I received Lambs. Yes, I will be VERY comfortable, lazing around on my couch and reading and writing books in my Lambs.
Current books for this book-loving Lamb: an Erma Bombeck for laughs. The Quiet Damage (audio) and The Correspondent.
Well the star is tipping, and may well fall off and scare the cats, but the Lamb family tree is finally decorated. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays!
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