Compose Then MUST Summarize

My publisher recently posted a blog regarding book blurbs right after I shared in the wonderful struggle of composing one for my up and coming release.

Yesterday, I heard the quote attributed to Albert Einstein, “If you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough.” I haven’t satisfied my nagging need to balance out the equation because I want to acknowledge the truth in his words, but how does it match up with my publisher’s admittance that numerous writers flee in terror at the thought of summarizing their book?

Here’s what I’ve got so far: Continue reading


How’s My Bait?

My book hook needs a critical look, please.

Greetings Fellow Writers and/or Readers:

I entreaty help. My editor appreciates the condensed blurb to my upcoming release. However, the head of promotion finds it a little offside.

With the scales balanced, I ask you to provide your weight via your input. Does the below summary titillate or should it capitulate to something else?

In the Rocky Mountains, there’s more than one way to fix cars and passions, but Sara doubts anyone can repair her level of distrust even as she gives a small town mechanic the chance. With no other way to gain what she desires, she agrees to his suspicious deal of following him across the Rockies in exchange for her specialized automotive education. Down to her last hope, she fears her heart will never be the same once their bargain is over.

Looking forward to your feedback as it will make all the difference, Kendra

For a more in-depth description please visit SMP–Sara’s Last Resort.


The Good with The Bad

Not taking a break from being a stay-at-home mom has cost me a few days hard labor. As in, I was forced to sit on my hands and let my husband carry our son around for a few days while I recovered from a herniated disc. Say what? How could this happen?

Well, apparently, lifting car parts for a decade didn’t toughen me up for the repetition of lifting my son for changing, feeding, sleeping, comforting, etc. My weakness for slouching probably had something to do with it, too.

Anyway, on the same day I was forced to call my husband and rush him home from work due to lancing pain in my lower back and down one leg, we waited for the time to make my urgent appointment and I checked my e-mail. I received the cover art for my first ebook and it looked excellent. It was a sheer delight on a rather ridiculous-seeming day; a yet-to-be toddler who gets better at toddling/walking each day had reduced his mother to crawling. Bleh!

I thank Soul Mate Publishing for giving me the opportunity to think up my own cover art. Some publishing houses say they’re in charge of the art and the author must accept what they create. Since I had been expecting such, I had never thought once of what my the cover for my book would look like, composition and color. Then Soul Mate, after signing their contract, sends me a form and I am in the driver’s seat. I enjoyed taking the scenic route 😉 and hope you do, too. Please come back for a visit when I have the chance to reveal what their artists and my input had put together for my contemporary romance to be released in the near future.

(I lifted my son again, today. Yay! What a pleasure and should keep me motivated through several more PT sessions.)


Why A Car Turns Ogre

Yesterday’s experience allows me to shed more light into the process of auto repair. Even with wisdom, the car is like … an onion! It can have layers of issues and the one which concerns the driver might not be discovered until other noises are addressed.

You can’t mute car noises.

Take my acquaintance for example, after his test drive was complete, the car was driven into the garage and the front tires swapped–taken off and moved from side to side. The rubber had uneven wear which means a bumpy surface hitting the road and could rumble over whatever else the car tries to say.

It can look expensive from the start.

Also, during the drive, they still attempted to narrow down other noises at the same time, attempting to cut corners, and noticed one hum or grind seemed to be dependent on the condition of deceleration but only in a specific speed range. This suggested a transmission gear.

Patience and thoroughness pays off (or invest time=save money)

Taking the time to eliminate one issue happily revealed re-building the transmission would not be necessary. Placing a load at the wheels, i.e. making a hard turn–notice how you lean in on a turn and how it shifts weight to one hip joint–shifts weight to the bearing and, if it is suffering, the volume declaring its torture will go up in decibels.

More work needs to be done.

Parts still need to be purchased, and labor provided to install them, in order to clam up the wheel bearing. Cars do need maintenance whether they are autonomous machines or not, but keeping up on the small noises can help keep the layers minimized and you from being teary-eyed. 🙂

Exposing kefir: What it did for me.

Based on spelling and pronoun use, I am not talking about Sutherland. I had no knowledge of this yogurt smoothie drink until my son’s pediatrician offered it as a way to appease his sore throat. A sore throat in an eight-month old can prove fairly stressful. He refuses to swallow anything and feeding had to become a tad more forceful as we employed distractions to keep him hydrated and fighting off fever.

I wanted to share my experience to give other parents options when battling these symptoms:

  • He woke from a nap with a flushed face and I confirmed a fever of about 101.
  • After twenty-four hours and no sign of new teeth erupting through the gum line, I decided further diagnosis had to be done.
  • Near this time, a day after onset of fever, he would refuse to nurse and, when I tried solids, he would swallow once, maybe twice, and then cry inconsolably, remnants of pureed food seen in his open mouth.

With the assistance of ibuprofen and kefir diluting the coarseness of his foods, we had his temperature regulated and him swallowing easily in a matter of one or two days.

A sippy cup had not been a viable option as it seemed he wanted to avoid anything which required suckling. Anyone who’s had a sore throat could relate. So, though it was sloshy, we stuck with a spoon and had better luck with a deeper spoon. In our case, we used a measuring spoon IE a one-half teaspoon or smaller.

Finally, I’m posting this because I’d like to see how much attention my article garners by giving the headline a dark twist. However, in fact, I am very pleased with kefir. It felt great, cold-coating my throat, when my son finally shared his sickness with me. 🙂