Gosh, Monday got here so quickly, I think it slipped into one of Stephen Tremp's wormholes. Or maybe I stepped into one.

I'd planned to spend more time reading this weekend than I did, but I did read more than I've read over the last few weekends. I'm reading one paper book and one book on my Kindle Fire. The Fire book is so much easier on my eyes, and I can read while I'm eating lunch. Or in the dark while Live-In Handyman is off in dreamland.

But I did accomplish a huge project - I organized my entire workspace. I'm pretty impressed with myself. I'm in the process of working on three separate manuscripts, in three separate stages.

• In Name Only you've caught a glimpse of here and there. More news next week...I hope.
• Solomon's Compass is edited and currently being read by my final reader for any typos or other glaring goofs. As soon as I get it back and read it aloud again, I will query. My list is made, query and synopsis are written. 
• I'm getting ready to dive into drafting my WIP, Amazing Gracie. I'm hoping that actual real writing will begin next week. I love these characters, and I'm really excited about writing the story.

I don't want to make it easy to get papers from one manuscript mixed up with papers from another. I think I've Carol-proofed it. Time will tell.

It feels good to have a clear space to mess up once I start writing new words again.

How about you?

Do you clean house before beginning a new project?

Happy President's Day!

And Happy Monday!

Friday's Top Ten

Top ten song titles for the day after the breakup:

10. King of the Road - Roger Miller

  9. Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival

  8. Can't Buy Me Love - The Beatles

  7. Zombie - The Cranberries

  6. No More Mr. Nice Guy - Alice Cooper

  5. Desperado - The Eagles

  4. Get Off My Cloud - Rolling Stones

  3. Rhinestone Cowboy - Glen Campbell

  2. You're So Vain - Carly Simon

And the #1 song title for the day after the breakup:

  1. Mama Told Me Not to Come - Three Dog Night

And for inquiring minds - Live-In Handyman and I are still a team :)

Saturday Night Fever

I really did it the other day - Saturday night, to be exact. I was working on today's post. Close to being finished. I only had the end to write and a general cleanup. I was getting ready to save it to finish on Sunday, had my hand on the mouse, when one of the dogs nudged my arm wanting to go out. When I came back, I couldn't figure out what was wrong because it wouldn't let me save. Finally, I was like [insert string of foul words here].

The post had gone live. For a few minutes. Evidently I clicked to save it at the same time the not-to-point-fingers-nameless-dog nudged my arm, and the click went to Publish instead of Save.

So I took it down. And thought it was still in draft form.

Oh, no, no, no. That would have been waaaaay too easy.

That baby's gone. Vanished into Blogger ether never to be seen again.

So it's actually still Saturday night - see what an exciting life I lead? - when I'm writing this. About fifteen minutes later. And I'm trying to remember what I said. So what follows is sort of what I said in the original post.

Last week was a mini-whirlwind at my house - what with one dog or another (appropriate, in light of the above, right?) and Handyman Specials. And another mini-whirlwind here at Under the Tiki Hut - what with the blogfest and Monday's guest post.

So it feels really good to plop down in my comfy beach chair and sit and chat for a few minutes.

Image by Tim Ellis
Licensed Under Creative Commons

Speaking of the blogfest, I hope y'all enjoyed learning a little about Summer. I know I promised to tell you all about her novel, and I will, but a few details are still unresolved. As soon as the little baby duckies are all in a row and facing the same direction, I'll be right here with all the news for you. I'm excited!

Then there's the problem with my main huge blogroll in the sidebar. It has been frozen, stuck, or otherwise malfunctioning for almost two weeks. I can't add or delete any blogs. You can still access blogs from it, however. If anyone has a clue how to fix it, please let me know in the comments. I've tried everything I know, which is precious little, by the way.

So in order to add blogs new to me from the blogfest, I made a new blog list called More Writers directly below the original Writers roll and before the Mixed Topics list. Confused yet? I got so carried away that I added another short roll of Beachy Blogs - because it's cold here and I needed a pick-me-up. If you don't find your blog one place, you'll find it at another. And if you don't find it, please let me know.

I feel that little niggle, as if I left something out, but I don't know what. If I think of it between now and when this goes live, I'll be back. If not, I'm done :)

And the dogs? Both are still alive. And asleep.

Lucky dogs :)

The Bonds of Brotherhood

Okay, everybody, listen up.

That means you over there in the corner, too.

We have a guest. So play play nice. Buy her a drink. And have fun.

Today, I'm pleased to welcome Trish McCallan to Under the Tiki Hut. Trish is the author of FORGED IN FIRE, a novel about members of a U.S. Navy SEAL team.

Take it away, Trish!

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I discovered a fantastic new television series earlier this week. Or, I should say, a new-to-me series. The show, which is called White Collar, has been on at least two seasons, but I don’t have cable and only recently stumbled across it on Netflix. The show is smart, with fantastic characters and dialogue. It also has a bit of a romantic subplot—or at least it does in the first season since one of the heroes of the series is hard at work trying to figure out why the love of his life has fled him and what it will take to get her back. Now I love a good romantic subplot, but what I love so much about White Collar isn’t the relationship between the men and their women— it’s the relationship between the men in the series. It’s the bonds of loyalty and trust, it’s the lengths they will go to help each other. It’s the phenomenal subtext in their dialog and their expressions and their actions. It’s the way they broadcast their feeling for each other through that dialog, and with their expressions and by their actions, but without ever actually talking about their feelings for one another.

White Collar nailed how men bond with each other, and how those bonds are expressed.

These bonds of brotherhood fascinate me. The way men show their feelings are so different than woman. They show their affection with a hard slug to the stomach, or a snarky verbal dig. They show it with rounds of one-upmanship and scoffing at each other’s sexual prowess.

My favorite shows and books focus just as much on the relationship and subtext between the men in the series, as they do on the love relationships between the heroes and their heroines. Maya Banks' KGI series, Suzanne Brockmann’s Troubleshooters, Lara Adrian’s Midnight Breed, and JR Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood series—I count these among my favorites, which is no surprise because they all have one thing in common, the heroes are members of a elite warrior brotherhood. A brotherhood that will back each other to the death, that will go to the wall for each other, that will grieve with heartbreaking silent intensity when they lose one of their “one,” that show in every way imaginable the depth of their love for each other, but without ever actually saying the words.

When I started writing FORGED IN FIRE, my high-octane romantic thriller, I wanted to explore the bonds that exist between the men in a warrior brotherhood, just as much as I wanted to explore the love story. I wanted to create the same kind of closeness between my male characters as JR Ward created in her Black Dagger Brotherhood, or Maya Banks created with her KGI series. I wanted the reader to turn the last page of the book knowing how my heroes felt about each other, even though they never once mention the word “love,” at least in relation to one another. From the volume of email I get regarding the heroes of the series, I’m guessing I managed to accomplish this.

It’s also pretty obvious from the popularity of series like The Black Dagger Brotherhood and the Troubleshooters, that I’m not the only woman fascinated by how men interact with each other.

So tell me, are there any series or shows you’ve read or watched that highlight this phenomena? Any books or shows you’d recommend?

I'm Hearing Voices - Emotion Flash Fiction

Oops! Friday's Top Ten will return next week. Today I invite you to read on.

This is my third and final post in the I'm Hearing Voices blogfest hosted by Cassie Mae at Reading, Writing, and Lovin' it! and Angie at Live to Write...Edit when Necessary. Thanks Cassie Mae and Angie for dreaming up this blogfest and taking care of all the details.

In today's post, I'm to pick an emotion and in a flash fiction piece of 250 words MAKE you feel it! Make you connect with my character. This will be a challenge in 250 words. I may have gone with more than one emotion. Just sayin'.

I've had fun sharing a little about Summer with you. I hope you're intrigued and will search wildly look for In Name Only when all I do is shout about it it becomes available later this year to read the rest of Summer's story.

Lake Tahoe was Libby's absolute favorite place on earth. She loved daydreaming on hikes through the forest while crushing needles under her feet and inhaling their fresh pine scent. Skiing down the slopes of Heavenly. The wild abandon of kayak racing with her friends, followed by parties on the beach. The corners of her mouth lifted.

She might live in San Francisco, but her dad's cabin, nestled part way up a mountain overlooking the lake, was the home of her heart. After the hellish week she had, she looked forward to a juicy steak and two days of sleep and laid-back relaxation.

But in the cabin's kitchen, on that day five years ago, Libby's world changed forever.

No more carefree parties. Only constant awareness of every sound, every movement, every face.

She became a chameleon holding invisible jobs. She carried on conversations, smiled and chuckled when required. And her dead soul felt nothing. She had no friends, no home, no family. All she wanted was to soar and sink with laughter and tears, but neither came. Only emptiness.

The wheels of the U.S. Marshals Service Gulfstream kissed the tarmac of the Corpus Christi Naval Air Station and brought her thoughts to the present. A long sigh escaped her lips. When she stepped through the door, she would have a new identity—Summer Newcombe, a woman with no reason to need a place to hide.

Once more she would be safe. Until he found her again.


Total Words: 245

I'm Hearing Voices - Dialogue Introduction

This is my second post in the I'm Hearing Voices blogfest hosted by Cassie Mae at Reading, Writing, and Lovin' it! and Angie at Live to Write...Edit when Necessary.

Today two characters must introduce each other using only dialogue—no backstory, no internalization, just dialogue between the two. Max 250 words.


I'm continuing with Summer Newcombe, the protagonist from In Name Only.

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"Hello?"

"We're not open yet."

"Where are you?"

"Under the bar. Leak in a water line."

"Oh. I came about the server job."

"You don't sound like a waitress."

"I haven't worked as a server since college. But I'm good."

"You like people?"

"Most of them. I have a good memory. I like to keep busy. And I need the money."

"Hand me the vice grips."

"Here."

"Thanks. You like Mexican food?"

"Who doesn't?"

"The Pink Tortilla makes the best. We stay full on the weekends and most nights during the week. But you'll earn good tips."

"Good smells are coming from the kitchen already. When can I start?"

"Uh-oh. Do you see a washer up there?"

"No."

"It's green. See if it's on the floor, or in one of the barstools."

"I don't--"

"Got it.  Okay, one more twist here. I think we're good. One second, and I'll be finished."

"Take your time. Do it right."

"We open in an hour. I have a lot to do yet. That got it. Oh . . . nice to see a real face attached to your voice. I'm the owner. Charlie Duran. Call me Charlie."

"Summer Newcombe."

"If you can hang around, we'll give you a trial run through lunch and dinner. The menu is simple. We're not fancy. If things work out, you can get your food handler permit online and start tomorrow. Is that soon enough?"


Total Words: 238

I'm Hearing Voices - Characters on the Couch

All three posts this week will be related to the I'm Hearing Voices blogfest hosted by Cassie Mae at Reading, Writing, and Lovin' it! and Angie at Live to Write...Edit when Necessary.

Today I'm to ask one of my characters five questions, most of them two-parters, and the character's answers have to come in under 250 words total.

My character of the week is Summer Newcombe, the protagonist from my novel In Name Only. If all goes well, this novel will be available for your reading pleasure later this year. There's plenty of time for me to share more details with you - and I will! - but this week you'll get to know a little about Summer. So here goes.

Summer, what is your biggest vulnerability? Do others know this or is it a secret?
I'm not sure exactly what you mean by vulnerability. The word has several different meanings. I'm going to answer by saying I'm vulnerable simply by talking to you. The marshals do their best to protect me, but I live in fear of being recognized.

What do people believe about you that is false?
My whole life is false. My name isn't really Summer. I shouldn't have said that, please don't tell anyone.

What would your best friend say is your fatal flaw? Why?
I no longer have any friends, unless you count Ryan. He's been around since that first night five years ago. Ryan would probably say my fatal flaw is believing I can take care of myself without the marshals' help. I have tended not to notify them as soon as they would like when I suspected someone might have learned who I really am.

So what would Ryan say is your one redeeming quality? Why?
Probably that I'm a damned good shot or I wouldn't still be here to talk with you.

OK, Summer, last question. What do you want most? What will you do to get it?
That's easy. To feel something besides emptiness. To have a home and family. For that to happen, first the marshals have to locate the people who want me dead and put them away, so I no longer need to be in the Federal Witness Security Program. I'll do anything it takes to get what I want. Short of killing. I don't want to ever be forced to kill again.

Total Words from Summer: 211

Friday's Top Ten

Top ten things I learned from my dogs:

10. The pack leader stands tall and maintains control

  9. Live in the moment

  8. Play time is absolutely necessary

  7. So is family time

  6. Be honest and fair

  5. Praise others for jobs well done

  4. Don't bite the hand that feeds you

  3. Barking accomplishes nothing

  2. Never underestimate the accuracy of the Sniff Test

And the #1 thing I learned from my dogs:

  1. Wag your tail when you're happy

Cheerily, Cheer Up, Cheerio!

Last week I saw my first robin of the year. The colorful bird sat in my neighbor's tree and looked much like this one.

Image by Jamie Chavez/Licensed Under Creative Commons

I would have liked to watch it for a while, but it flew off a few seconds after I walked outside. Since that day I've heard robins singing, but I haven't seen any others.

They're not especially early. This is typically the time of year robins visit us. They don't linger long - just pass through, sing for their supper, and go on their way. But they arrive after most of our winter has passed and let us know spring won't be far behind.

Robins make me smile. They're so pretty, and they sing a happy song - Listen Here.

What about you?

Do you like robins?

When do they visit you?

My Go-To Guys

Rock stars have people.

Presidents have people.

I have . . .

well, I have people, but not in the same sense.

What I have are go-to things (for lack of a better word) that I fall back on if I'm stressed or out of time or have to make a quick choice.

For instance - for dinner it's baked chicken or chili mac. Movies - a romantic comedy. Snack - anything with tortilla chips.

Image by prettywar-stl/Licensed Under Creative Commons

Did I make you hungry?

Anyway, moving on. I just finished inputting the final editing changes on what was my work in progress. Surprise-surprise, I learned I also have go-to words. I use these words when I talk, too, so I suppose I shouldn't have been so surprised I used them so often in my manuscript and didn't notice they were there.

I attacked those suckers in the same way I'd attack that bowl of guacamole up there and showed them who was boss. Not many of the greatest offenders remain. I learned a lot.

How about you?

Have you ever learned you had a go-to that you weren't aware of?

Happy Monday!

Friday's Top Ten

The top ten ways to stay out of trouble:

10. Don't tell your aunt what you really think

  9. Leave and go home the first time you think about it

  8. Don't have another drink

  7. Make sure you put on all your clothes

  6. Don't laugh at your boss

  5. Put the gun down

  4. Don't use all the hot water

  3. Keep your eyes on the road

  2. Don't ask what's behind the locked door - unless you're a writer

And the #1 way to stay out of trouble:

  1. Never, ever, lie to your mother

An Award For YOU!

Last week Cynthia Chapman Willis at Laptops and Lattes ... An Author's Journal presented me with the Great Comments Award.

Thank you, Cynthia. Cynthia posts mostly on Tuesdays and always has something interesting to say. She's a children's writer with a couple of books to her credit, so stop by and say hi.

The Great Comments Award is one I haven't seen before. According to Cynthia:

From what I understand, this is for regular and/or great blog comments, and I am to pass it on to 20 fabulous blog buddies—folks I’ve had the pleasure to “meet” by way of their wonderful comments and blogs.

I'll just say: 20? Seriously?

I cherish all of you who visit and comment. I couldn't pick twenty. All of you are special to me. Seriously.

So . . . I'm breaking the rules.

If you've ever commented at Under the Tiki Hut, the award is yours. You may pass it on in any way you choose. But please pass it on.

Part of the reason for blog awards is to introduce readers to other blogs. If you're looking for more blogs to visit, check my sidebar. Each blog name is a link. There are all kinds of blogs over there. Feel free to visit them all.

After you leave an award-winning comment here, of course :)