STONECREST!!!

Short and to the point, the long overdue sequel to Blakefields Mansion is finally available!

STONECREST has just been released on amazon kindle and I couldn’t be happier.

I feel like we just finished running a marathon and can finally relax for a few moments and enjoy the ride 😊

And don’t forget to add Stonecrest to you goodreads account! 🙏🏼

Eager to hear your thoughts

Happy New Year everyone

So I’m a week late getting around to telling everyone Happy New Year… deadlines have never been my friend. Lol

I don’t normally do anything for New Years, or any holiday for that matter, but this year I decided to something besides lay around in my bed wishing I could be clocked in and bringing in a better paycheck for the week. Shall we say #workaholic ? Lol

The simple magic that is a fresh Sunrise and a light breeze.

Honestly, my last minute decisions to go lounge on a hotel balcony was definitely a great way to start 2020.

I’m such a creature of habit (in a way) that this was exactly what I needed to jump start the muse for this year 💞

Now to get on with the manuscript I took with me in hopes of “getting some work done” which never happened, because who could work with the sun shinning down on this lovely view ??

Maybe next time the beach and I can work out an arrangement where I split my time evenly between work and play 😜

Until next time my dears.

Jen

She broke me…

Yes, I want to be with her.

I don’t know what happened or why we were brought together like this, but I can’t let her go. I can’t let this go.

She is like a witch, the devil. Why am I so happy with her?  I can’t hid it, it’s written all over my face whenever she is near me. I worry about her when she is gone, when she looks sad my heart breaks for her and I want to know everything that is troubling her.

It’s so hard for me to explain this feeling I have for her. It’s like she has cast a spell on me and planted herself in my thoughts. She is my shadow, a ghost that follows me wherever I go. Last night my dreams were so vivid I swear she was with me, curled up in my arms and sleeping soundly on my chest. I can still smell her perfume on my pillow… and she hasn’t been here before.

I feel like I am going crazy, or at least, partially crazy.

Fuck! I can’t explain this.  Am I going mad??

 

~AG

 

 

 

The reason why I prefer Real books over digital

This, this picture right here sums up my entire reason for being annoyed and making this blog post 😭

This darn Kindle has been on the fritz since last week!

I can’t get it to do anything except freeze on the start up screen 🤦🏻‍♀️

I hate ebooks. I really do.

I mean, I enjoy them when it comes to packing up and moving around, which I do a lot of. But I can’t and never will get over the enjoyment of browsing a bookstore and walking out with a heavy stack of brand new reads 😊

But this! Oh My God!

I bought my first ebook in months and can’t even begin to take a look at.

I know I could read it on my phone, but damn, aren’t we on the phone enough these days? Besides, I BOUGHT A KINDLE for that very reason! 😫

The frustration is real….

Eternal Youth

Don’t we all feel like living forever young at some point in our life?

Well guess what I’m doing? I’m sitting her in the 1950’s pretending I’ve bleached my hair so much that my brain cells have been damaged to the point that I have no answers for any questions that may come my way.

I’m physically having to sit on my hands and tell people “I’m sorry, I don’t know. You’ll have to ask someone else” simply because I’m being to bossy for those who’s egos are to frail to work as a team.

I am dumbstruck to the point of laughter lol

I’ve already been asked what’s wrong and have a handful of people thinking I’m now mad at them because I keep sending them elsewhere with their questions. 

“You don’t know? You never not know, and even when you really don’t know , you get me the answers faster than anyone else. so what did I do to piss you off into silence” 

Yes, normally I do.    I’m a busy bee, workaholic, I know how to ask questions and feel timeliness is important. If I don’t know the answer to something, I figure out who does or who would know and hit them for the info. Simple as that.

But that is over kill apparently.  And it is proving an extreme struggle to break everyone (including myself) of the habits we have become so use to. 

I can’t even ask someone to make sure they don’t forget something without being looked at like insolent women who’s speaking out of turn. LOL

And that’s my new thing now, I want a coffee mug that says “Insolent Women” just so I can display it on my desk 😉

 I am very opinionated, blunt and to the point in 90% of my life. We all know it’s 2019 and most people these days are to sensitive for straight forward talk, but you’d think there would still be a handful of people who could carry on adult conversation and not feel so threatened by straightforwardness.

So here I am, pretending I don’t care about a thing.  Pretending I am a shy, quiet female with no spine or knowledge of my surroundings. 

We’ll see how long this last.

 

\AG/