Coffee & Naughty Thoughts

Author Linda Bolton - Writer, Blogger

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For Better or For Worse

Wedding vows…

Have you ever wondered why for chubby or for thin wasn’t included? I hear more and more about spouses who complain that they don’t find their husband or wife attractive anymore because they’ve gained weight. WTH?

I can understand concern for your loved ones health, to want to have them around for years to come. But to be so superficial to complain about their size for personal pleasure, i.e. arm candy.  Ok, when we were twenty I know we dated for looks first, everything came after. But aren’t we more mature all these years later?

So you find the special someone and they’re hot! I’m talking smoking! The years go by and the kids come or they have a desk job and a few pounds creep up. Maybe it’s more than a few. Is this husband or wife a different person? Do they still do those things that made you fall in love with them?

I have run into men and women I knew back in school. When I look at them I see the person I used to know. We’ve all added a few pounds here and there, not to mention gray hairs and wrinkles. I chose to see them the way I remember them.

How can you tell someone you love them in one breath and then tell them you aren’t attracted to them in the next? Is that love? I don’t understand. Can someone explain it to me?

Goodbye Winter, Hello Spring

GOODBYE WINTER, HELLO SPRING!

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Goodbye heavy coat, hello flipflops

Goodbye ice storms, hello sunshine

Goodbye chicken and dumplings, hello strawberries and melons

Goodbye teeth chattering, hello sweat

Goodbye excuses not to work out, hello skinny jeans

Goodbye snuggles in front of the fireplace, hello walks around the park

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Making Your Own Luck

luck

I don’t really believe in luck but I do believe we are given many paths to chose from.

One of my paths was something many women in their mid-forties experience, I got a divorce. After a twenty-five year marriage, I did what every middle aged adult does nowadays – looked to the internet. Yes, I tried dating sites. It was entertaining at first, flattering even. There were men of all shapes, sizes and ages that wanted to take me out.I realized something…I attract the same kind of guy I was married to, not what I was looking for. So what changed? Facebook. Oh, I’d been on there for a few years but I found an old boyfriend on there about eighteen months ago and twelve months ago we started dating again. He was unlike the other men, kind, caring, thoughtful, and my girlfriends and my family loved him. New Year’s weekend we were engaged.

Another path I chose was when I adopted my daughter fifteen years ago. She was eleven years old at the time so I missed the baby stage, the terrible twos and so on. Two and a half years ago something wonderful happen – my granddaughter was born. I know everyone thinks their grandchildren are special but mine truly is. Now, I get to make up for it. Every time I see her there is something fun and silly about her. Frozen, the movie, is her favorite and she sings “Let it go” and spins around the living room. Oh, and every photo has her picking her nose. Ladylike, she is not.

This most recent path is probably my best. I know, a new love and a baby are tops on most lists but once I tell my story it will be understandable why this is the best part.

Two years ago I started working with a friend when my previous position ended. When I first arrived at her company it was a pleasant enough and everyone was friendly. However, as time went by I discovered that my boss was an actual psychopath. He could be very nice but if he thought I made him look bad to his customers, by making an innocent mistake, he would blow a gasket, curse at me and fire me. Oh, he couldn’t really fire me, I actually worked for the owner, but it was still scary, especially after I heard he’d hit a guy at a baseball game and put him in a coma. There were a few other stories as well,  one was that he had a gun in his desk. Suffice it to say I’m not perfect, despite what I’d like to believe, and mistakes do happen, not on purpose, of course. It was a terrifying way to work.

Anyway, I had been job hunting sporadically when I found my new job. I have been so stressed that I’ve had a hard time focusing to write. When your phone dings at all hours of the day and night, including weekends, it’s hard to enjoy doing anything. But I’ve escaped the black hole that was sucking me in and have spread my wings. I have a position that will allow me to have the career I never had, working with people who are fairly normal.

My life is now on track with a wonderful love, a career that will allow me to feel creative when I’m home, and an adorable granddaughter to play with. Some may call it luck but I think I’ve had more control than that. Choose your paths wisely.

Welcome

Welcome to the world of romance, sort of.

Yeah, I write romance but that doesn’t mean I’m romantic. My friends can tell you, I have a hard time adding romance to my own life. I obviously have it in me somewhere but it just doesn’t come easily. I’m unfiltered more often than not, and I do my best to enjoy life. I hope you’ll enjoy my blogs and my books.

It’s a New Year

Yes, it’s 2015!

That’s right, it’s another new year!

Have you thought about what you’d like to do this year?

Eat healthier and exercise maybe?

I know you may be thinking, “Not again!”

But listen….

No, I’m serious. You should start taking better care of yourself.

You know, eat more fruits and veggies,

cook at home more often, especially with angel wings on (makes all the difference),
and leave out the junk food!
Hello?

Are you listening?
It’s really not a bad idea…
The holidays were fun but it’s time to think of your health, you know….
You want to live a long time don’t you?
I know you don’t want to give up chocolate….
or cake!
But with some regular exercise
and making healthier food choices
this could be a good year!
A big toast to you (low-cal, of course)! Give it a try!
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Concordant Vibrancy Cover Reveal

Cover Reveal
Welcome!
Today we are happy to present you with the cover of
Before we show you the cover, lets tell you a little bit about Concordant Vibrancy.

Blurb:

All Authors Publishing House, a subsidiary of All Authors Publications & Promotions, is pleased to present its first short story anthology, Concordant Vibrancy.
Concordant Vibrancy represents the interweaving of unity and uniqueness through the eyes of eleven incredible writers. Through the array of genres, all of these talents share a phenomenal love of writing which aims to leave imprints in the reader’s imagination.
Short stories in this collection:
Butterfly Mask” by Nicola McDonagh
Messarii’s Blood Hunt” by D. John Watson
Seven Days” by Harmony Kent
Touch Me” by Andrea Houtsch
…and we” by Adonis Mann
Til Death Do Us Part” by A. Lopez, Jr.
Coalesce” by Da’Kharta Rising
Her A to Z” by C. Desert Rose
Lester’s Release” by Synful Desire
The Authentic Snap” by Queen of Spades
Alma’s Unsung Angel” by Y. Correa

It was important to portray both the unification and individuality of each author as well as the theme of this anthology on its cover. In the introduction of Concordant Vibrancy, Y. Correa, the creator of All Authors P&P explains it this way, “… like leaves on a tree, we are all connected. Mother Earth, the best example of unity mankind has.
Without further ado, we present you with the cover of Concordant Vibrancy created by All Authors Graphic Design.

Now available for Pre-Order at:

‘Tis the Season

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

What will your holiday bring? Will Santa visit you this year? Have you been naughty or nice?

If you’ve been nice I’m sure your year was pleasant, for the most part. Personally, I have enjoyed my naughty year! I’ve met some interesting people, seen and done some interesting things, and had a great time.

Naughty! Naughty!  (click)

Dare to step out of your comfort zone and challenge Santa! Do you really need more bubble bath? another pair of socks? Let the world know who you really are!

Don’t follow the crowd (click)

Enjoy life! Don’t be a stick in the mud for another candy cane!

Always be yourself!

You can always buy your own gifts!

Naughty is WAY more fun than nice!

It’s the Most Wonderful Season of All

Happy Holidays everyone!

I know I’ve been MIA for quite awhile. I’ve had a lot going on, but I’m back! Just in time for the holidays! Are you ready?

One of my favorite gifts to receive is a new book. I know you have friends with Kindles or who use the  Kindle app. Do I have a fun suggestion for you!

That’s right! MasterKoda Select Publishing (my publisher by the way) is having it’s annual

BLACK FRIDAY/CYBER MONDAY BOOK BASH

If you didn’t join us in the Facebook event last year, you really should this year! We have even more Ebooks on sale (most are $.99 – $1.99) and tons of great giveaways! Oh yeah! GIVEAWAYS!!!!
Visit out event page, MKSP Black Friday/Cyber Monday Book Bash, and click Join. We’ll be posting through the next few weeks, introducing authors and listing the great prizes available. On Friday, Nov 28, and Monday, Dec 1, come visit this event page. Meet the authors virtually and play some fun games with us. You could win ebooks and prizes for you while you shop on the MasterKoda Select website for bargain books for your friends and family!  

Being Bullied

Today I have the opportunity to introduce you to a new book coming out. Donna is a great writer and has an important message about bullying. Check her out!

The Snake Pit: Jr High Can be Torture is an important piece of work because of its content and subject matter. It’s not an easy, fun read, but is a book that every student, teacher and child advocate should read. Donna is very passionate to do what she can to stop bullying in the school system and MKSP has joined her in her quest. 

Together, Donna and Master Koda Select Publishing will be re-releasing her first novel today with updated editing and a fresh new cover.

Donna, why did you write this book?

Cinda, the character in my book, The Snake Pit, was born with a cleft palate, and so was I. The things that happen in the book are fiction, but how she felt was exactly how I felt growing up. Being bullied for something you can’t possibly help, or change, is horrible. I chose to turn it into something positive, but many bullied children do not. I’m 47 y ears old now. I can still hear the bullies voice in my head. But, the thing I remember the most, the thing that bothers me the most: the silence from those who just stood by and let it happen, and did nothing to stop it. That is why I wrote this book.

Author Bio:

Hello everyone! I am Donna Dillon: Author, Illustrator, and M&M connoisseur. I am the author of 5 and 1/4 books thus far. I have been writing in the young adult genre with The Snake Pit and Return to the Snake Pit which both deal with bullying in the public schools, and the children’s genre with Why Did It Have to Rain Today? and My Special Christmas Child. My new book is a leap into the thriller/suspense genre so I’m anxious to finish and see how that goes. All of my books, with the exception of the christmas book will be discounted for this event, which I will be hosting for an hour on Saturday starting at 3 pm central time. I look forward to seeing you all there!!






Read a little of The Snake Pit
The Snake Pit: Jr. High can be Torture Synopsis:


Cinda doesn’t look like other twelve-year-old girls. A facial defect, and the surgery to correct it has left her face scarred and disfigured. When she walks into Hargrove Junior High for the first time, Cinda knows the other kids won’t see how smart she is, or what a good friend she could be. The other kids will see her as a monster, and her life will be torture.

The school cafeteria, or The Snake Pit, as the kids call it, is the prime location for bullying. One pretty girl in particular takes an instant dislike to Cinda. Day after day she is pushed, tripped, and laughed at. Not all the other kids bully her, but only one tries to help.

Charlene Carsten is Cinda’s only friend. She tries to stop the bullying, but the other kids won’t listen. She tries to tell the Principal, but he only sees what he wants to. She tries to tell the teachers, but they all say the same thing, “kids will be kids.”

When Cinda falls victim to a vicious prank at a school dance, it sets off a series of events that will change the lives of everyone involved. 

Helping Others Thru Personal Pain

Please meet John Emil Augustine. He’s a very talented man who would like to help others who’ve been through the same pain he has experienced.

I’m a writer, musician, educator, and an abuse survivor with a big story and an even bigger idea. Essentially, I am in the midst of modeling the very thing I want to facilitate for abuse survivors: writing in order to heal. For many like me who are unable, for whatever reason, to verbalize their own abuse, writing can often be the right alternative. It is also a right few abuse victims think they are entitled to: revealing their story. I’ve dared to write my story, and the process has been incredibly healing. I will turn around and facilitate writing workshops for others using my model. For now, it is time for me to begin appearing publicly with my series, and I can’t do this step alone. I am reaching out for help so I can get to The Great Lakes Book Bash in Kalamazoo, MI and continue my work. Read about what I have accomplished so far as well as about how you can help here: http://ow.ly/Apn4t.
Links
http://www.gofundme.com/WriteIsRight
http://www.johnemilaugustine.com
http://www.amazon.com/John-Emil-Augustine/e/B00HAJULQM/
http://www.amazon.com/John-Emil-Augustine/e/B00IGE8ZT0
https://www.facebook.com/johnemil.augustine
https://twitter.com/JohnEmilAugust
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Emil_Augustine

About John Emil Augustine
John Emil Augustine grew up in Minneapolis, Minnesota and toured in his twenties and early thirties with local and national acts; writing, arranging, and performing with notable jazz, blues, gospel, reggae, post funk, prog rock, and folk groups. John has also been a landscaper, mail carrier, forklift operator, and English professor with Master’s degrees in Adult Education and Communications. He currently lives in Minneapolis with his wife and four boys. John is writing the From the Abyss book series and has recorded the albums Chants for Renewal, Presence and Awareness and Postcards From the Abyss. John is also in the planning stages of Write Is Right workshops for abuse survivors.

Excerpt from From the Abyss


“I can’t believe I am still here!” She screamed. Charles cried and twisted in my arms as I moved this way and that to hold onto him. I had nothing to say to that. 
Cindi went to the kitchen, twisted her feet into her sandals, and opened the door. “From now on, you’re on your own!” She screamed. 
I stood there with a crying baby and watched her open and slam the door. I moved to the kitchen window, only to see her run through the backyard. 
Where was she going? 
She opened the gate, went into the driveway, quickly got into the car, backed away from the garage, and screamed out of the driveway. 
As I stood watching, I had set Charles onto the counter and against my chest as he cried. I picked him up, sat down on the kitchen floor, vexed, and held him up near my face. “Hey, little boy,” I half-whispered, “You’re ok. Hey, Charlie, no worries. What you wanna do? You tired? Hungry? I suppose you’re going to need something to eat, huh bud?” He calmed a bit when he heard the sound of my voice. Those big baby-sobs started to come as he reversed his own crying. “Well, what do ya say? Should we get some food? At least we can try to eat something; and if you don’t want to do that, you can sleep, huh?” 
I slowly got up and held him close, all the time looking at him and talking quietly. “I know, Charlie, I know. It’s tough all over, isn’t it? Well, we won’t let that get us down. Nope, not us. We’re gonna be just fine.” He began to close his eyes. He was tired, the poor guy. I laid him down in my left arm. “There ya go. You sleep a little, and I’ll see what I can do, ok? Yeah, you’re tired, huh? Just have a little break there, guy. Now we’re cookin’. Now we’re cookin’.” 
He was falling asleep, and I was shaking uncontrollably. 
We were out of formula, so at two in the morning I went to the Rainbow Foods on Snelling and University to buy baby formula. There I was in the store with a sleeping baby in my arms, trying to remember what Jackie the doula had said was the best kind. I took my best stab at it, went through the checkout, and loaded Charles back into my truck under the lights of the grocery store parking lot. “This is crazy,” I thought. The air was cooling. 
When I got home, I saw that Cindi’s car was back, but there were also two squad cars with flashing lights in front of our house. “Now what?” I thought. 
I walked in the back door ready for anything. Cindi had come home, found us gone, and called the cops on me. She took Charles as I walked through the door, and then she identified me to the officer. She bounced and rocked the baby, saying, “There, there. There, there. Shhh, shhhh, shhh.” 
I tried to explain that I was at the store buying formula, but she insisted she had been home and said I had taken the baby from her. I tried to describe the situation as it had happened, but cops tend to believe the mother. When I showed them the baby formula in the grocery bag, they finally told me that if I left the premises there would not be trouble. If Cindi wanted, she could file for a restraining order against me.

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