Valentines, Chocolates, and Good Luck Charms By Connie Vines #ebookweek25, #Smashwords Connie Vines

 

I'm straddling two celebrations in my current blog post. 

Forgive me; I could not choose between them: hearts, candies, flowers,  charms, gold coins, or good luck.

So, in my usual enthusiastic abandonment, I'm running with it!

I must admit that Valentine's Day has become a highly commercialized holiday. However, in this busy world, it is a pause in the chaos of life. 

It reminds us to take time for our loved ones and cherished friends. 

Is it a love letter to Mushy? A box of Chocolates, too costly? Then, "spend" your time with your favorite person. After all, time is the most cherished gift. 

A walk in the park and sharing a thermos of coffee. Listening to the gentle call of morning doves...or simply spending an afternoon baking heart-shaped cookies together in the kitchen.  💓💕💘💝

🍀🐑💰

I must confess the thought of Leprechauns running around and pinching me was very disconcerting when I was a child.

Especially when I learned that the fairies could be mean and goblins ran amuck, too.  The only way to avoid harm was to wear green. Apparently, this kept a human 'invisible.'  This was a deal-breaker for me, LOL. I had three younger brothers and a younger sister--nothing made me invisible!

However, I enjoyed a meal of corned beef and cabbage during childhood and often a traditional shepherd's pie as an adult.

Unfortunately, I must confess my ignorance, which was only revealed when researching Saint Patrick's Day in my article today.

The word for today: Shillelagh.

I can spell it; I can pronounce it. 

I did not know it was a walking stick. 

Everyone has a favorite holiday. What is yours?

Feel free to share your favorite holiday memory.

Happy Reading, everyone!

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XOXO

Connie

Anthology (RomCom, Love Potion, Who-Done-It,  and Paranormal)

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Little health miracles of everyday foods and spices - by Vijaya Schartz

There is a phantom ship that glows like a beacon in black space,

appears and vanishes, and never registers on scanners.

The space pirates fear it. Their victims pray for it... but its help comes at a price...

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For the longest time, particular foods and spices have been known to have healing or preventive properties.

My mother always told me to eat my carrots for rosy skin.

Blueberries are good for your eyes.

A spoonful of peanut butter a day will keep children (and adults) free of warts.

Chicken noodle soup will help cure a cold.

Garlic, a natural antibiotic, is good for the heart and will kill worms in the digestive system.

Honey is a natural antibiotic.

Blue cheese (the stinky kind) is also a natural antibiotic.

Chamomile tea will calm your stomach and help you sleep.

Warm milk before bed will help you sleep.

These old-wives remedies have proven in time to be not only effective but medically sound.

The modest myrtle plant

Even our universal aspirin, salicylic acid, now synthesized and produced chemically in pharmaceutical labs, comes from nature. Myrtle is a humble flower European people steeped and consumed as a tea to ward off headaches. In antiquity, the same substance (salicin) was extracted from willow leaves and bark.

But spices in particular are still regarded as potent remedies in many parts of the world. Here are a few interesting ones:

A pinch of Cayenne Pepper in your morning coffee is good for your heart and blood.

Curry is a gentle laxative, especially with vegetables.

A concoction of turmeric, fresh ginger, cinnamon and milk will ease arthritic pain.

Moroccan spice (blend of paprika, cumin, cinnamon, clove, ginger, and cayenne) taken daily will prevent herpes flare ups.

Cinnamon lowers blood sugar.

Sage can help brain function, even in Alzheimer’s patients.

Turmeric is all the rage, hailed as an anti-inflammatory, antioxidant, antiviral, antibacterial, and antiparasitic remedy (but beware of contraindications like gallbladder disease, blood clotting disorder, liver disease, diabetes, blood thinners, antiplatelet medications).

Wishing you all a healthy and energetic life.

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Faux pas at the Jazz Concert by Kevin and Bruce McKern

McKern, Brothers - BWL Publishing Inc.

Back in the mid '90S, my brother Bruce (you know, that bass player guy) was finishing up his conducting degree at Southern Oregon State College (now Southern Oregon University).  Their Jazz Band needed a drummer, so the director asked Bruce if I'd be willing to play.  I wasn't playing out that much at the time, and I'd never before had an opportunity to play drums in a Big Band, so I said yes.  Fast forward to the end of term concert.  It was the usual drawn-out, multi-group extravaganza with some random comedy thrown in.  For instance, during one of the smaller group's sets, the big band's pianist was doing his Louis Armstrong singing impression from the wings loud enough to draw focus from the stage (which wasn't necessarily a bad thing).  And then, it happened.   During one of the Big Band pieces, the guitarist (who happened to be one of the more popular professors in the Music Dept.  An everyman sort of fellow; the kind of guy that kept a stash of bologna and pretzels in his office, and didn't mind it when he was nicknamed "Norm" because of his resemblance to a popular sitcom character) turned towards the rest of the rhythm section and said "Oops".  We were initially puzzled, because we didn't notice any obvious musical error.  Then, an overwhelming stench hit us like a brick wall!  We managed to finish the concert while chuckling/gagging uncontrollably.  One of the lasting images of the incident is of the pianist, sitting high atop six plastic chairs, with his shirt pulled up over his nose.  At the after-show beer bust, we all came to the same conclusion:  "Norm" sh*t the jazz concert.

Facing Fears by Joan Donaldson-Yarmey

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Facing Fears

I have a fear of flying, a fear of heights, and a fear of falling from heights. My motto: I believe in terra firma. The more firma the less terra.

Because of those fears, it took years before I would fly and more years before I trusted the plane I was on not to crash. Even now I still worry each time I get on a plane. Recently, I was on vacation in Mazatlan with my son and daughter-in-law. Their timeshare is right on the beach so I would watch people parasailing out over the ocean and landing safely back on land. It is something I’ve watched before and thought I would like to try-someday. Well, that day arrived while I was there. I gathered up my courage and with my son at my side, went to talk with the men on the beach. I paid the money and was given a life jacket to put on. Then I was hooked up to the sail and a rope from the boat knotted to the equipment. I was told to sit and the boat started pulling me over the sand and soon I was rising up in the air.

My stomach clenched, I held on to the straps for dear life, and I started to hyperventilate. But I looked at the view and it was amazing: the ocean, the city, the mountains in the distance. However, each time the wind whipped at the sail and I went sideways I would gasp and may even have done some swearing. I had been told that once I was up in the air I could relax and let go of the straps. No %$&# way. I was taken in a loop over the water and eventually the boat slowed and I began to descend. I had a walkie talkie and was told to pull on the ropes of the sail to guide me towards the beach (I’d been given instructions how to do it) and I made a safe, stand-up landing. And I felt exhilarated. I had done it, faced my fears and had a new experience.

Fear is fear and many new writers face the fear of sitting down and writing the story they want to. Many don’t tell anyone about their writing aspirations. Part way through their manuscript they doubt their abilities as a writer and think about scraping the whole process. If they finish the manuscript, they worry that no one will like and are afraid to put their ‘baby’ out in the world where it risks rejection. If they do find someone to read it and get back some negative feedback, they are tempted to quit writing altogether. If they get far enough in the process where they think about trying to find an agent or publisher, all the worries surface again. Each of these is a big step in a writer’s life and fear and doubt rule them all. Even once a book is published the writer wonders how it will be received by the readers.

If I didn’t face my fears of flying and heights, I would never go beyond the oceans that surround Canada. As a writer, if I hadn’t overcome my fears of rejection I wouldn’t have over twenty books traditionally published.

Even if my first writing hadn’t been accepted, I would still consider myself a winner for I had been brave enough to try something new and different. Just like flying, and walking across bridges that span canyons and gorges, and parasailing, I have done something that scared me and won. So I advise every new writer to follow your dream and don't let fear stop you. Face it and overcome it and enjoy being a writer.

And never let age stop you from doing anything. I plan on skydiving when I am 90 years old. Gives me a few years to psych myself up.

Why I Write Romance by Victoria Chatham

 

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I have always enjoyed reading romance novels, from my first Georgette Heyer Regency romance to the latest contemporary romance. For me, they were and are pure escapism which is why I now write romance. Romance Writers of America defines it as ‘two basic elements comprise every romance novel: a central love story and an emotionally satisfying and optimistic ending.’

Over the years, many people I have met who discovered I am an author have told me they could write a romance as “It’s only a basic formula, after all.” And as one close friend, who should have known better, once said, “Two people meet, fall in love, get married, have two children and a dog. The end.” She had utterly ignored the times she had seen or heard me almost pulling my hair out while trying to determine the nuances of building my characters to make them not only unique but also plausible or deciding what subplot would best create confusion and conflict in their burgeoning relationship.

As with any genre, those subplots and conflict are necessary parts of the storytelling process to keep your reader engaged, but in a romance novel, the love story must be the main focus. Romance novels swing through a whole arc from sweet to super hot and in many subgenres, from historical and contemporary to fantasy, young adult, and paranormal, and more. At each end of the heat scale, they can swing from spiritual to sexy. Whatever the heat level, our romantic couple must risk everything for each other before they get their happy-ever-after or happy-for-now ending.

I love putting my very proper Regency heroines into unexpected and sometimes dangerous situations. They are not simpering sampler stitchers but real live flesh and blood up and at ‘em in your face type gals. As I have often been told, my heroines are far too out of the box for a traditional Regency romance, but those are the kinds of characters I like, so that’s what I write and make no apologies for.

My heroes, the guys who often raise their eyebrows at the shenanigans my gals become embroiled in, are, indeed, my heroes. No one is perfect, but they are perfect enough in my eyes to take centre stage and support, thwart, or otherwise involve themselves with these feisty, fearless females. They are usually aristocratic lords, the epitome of the English ton, who often have to step outside of their rigid social structure to deal with the uppity females in their lives.

My research into the historical facts for the Regency years (strictly 1811 – 1820) is in-depth and solid enough to create my characters’ worlds and costumes realistically. Visiting museums is a must and I had fun with the bonnets at the Costume Museum in Bath, UK.

 I was shocked when I discovered that novels set before 1950 are considered historical. My historical romances cover the years 1814 to 1818 (Regency), 1907 to 1918 (Edwardian), and 1935, the last being Book #1 in BWL Publishing Inc’s Canadian Historical Brides Collection.

I am currently working on a cozy mystery series, but I have no doubt that I will eventually return to where it all began and write romance

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