Most of this is from a post I added to my dad’s online cancer update journal that I run to keep friends and family up to date on major updates. I hadn’t originally planned to share it on my blog, but it just felt right.
Friday marked two years since my dad's diagnosis.
Two years of treatment.
Two years of random and frequent hospital stays.
Two years of pain, heartache, worry, anger— no, fury.
Two years of love, laughter, jokes, family, and togetherness.
Two years of memories that, at times, we weren't sure we'd get to make.
I purposefully didn't write this post on Friday. Friday is a nasty anniversary. It's a memory that haunts with an unsettling clarity. A turning point, signaling the beginning of a "new normal". It's a day that I think we're all justified in dreading and hating.
But the days that come after are different. These days, two years ago, were when I saw how strong and loving my mom was. How she slept by my dad's side, holding his hand and facing the upcoming battle with him. It's been the same throughout all of this.
They were the days when I saw my dad joke and laugh through being poked and prodded. When he listened and trusted my opinion, knowing I wouldn't let him down. When he continued to be, as he had for my whole life, Superman. Unless he was wearing his glasses, and then he was Clark Kent. Even now, he's who I go to for help. For answers. For assurances and jokes and friendship and togetherness. He's still Superman, only now he has even cooler, hipster Clark Kent glasses.
That bond, strength, and love is what I want to celebrate. Between my parents. Between my dad and us kids. Between my dad and his grandkids. All the things that drove him forward to face something incomprehensible. The way he's flipped cancer the bird and tackled each setback with determination and stubbornness, fighting to live his life in spite of it all.
And there have been setbacks. More than what's fair— not that any of this is. In all of this, I think the one thing that was most unexpected were the side effects. We all knew to fear the cancer, but none of us knew how much chaos the side effects would cause. Even a quick scan through these updates— which are only the major issues— is enough to make my head spin. But my dad has faced it all, kicked its ass, and he keeps going.
For the last two years he's been a man with cancer. And when something is so all-encompassing the way cancer is, seeping into all aspects of his life, it's hard to think about much else sometimes. But he's not just a cancer patient. He's a husband who cherishes his wife and is deeply loved in return. He's a dad who has always loved his kids— supporting us, having our back, and never failing to share how much he loves us and how proud he is of us. And he's the Papa/Grandpa who's wild about his grandkids, beaming with pride and bragging to everyone who'll listen. He's a man who we've had two years with because he's so strong, even when he feels like he's not.
That's what I want to remember. Celebrate. Love and strength and togetherness and ass kicking.
And this is where I switch back to speaking to you, my readers. My pervs, my think tank, my naughty cupcakes.
The amount of patience you’ve shown me while you all wait a billion years for books is more important to me than I can describe. I wish I could block out the real world and immerse myself in my worlds, but I can’t.
Sometimes the real world requires my full attention.
Sometimes it’s a rain cloud that follows me from world to world, soaking my mood in darkness. And, let’s be honest, I murder characters enough on a good day. I don’t need the fuel.
Other times life is so amazing that I need to be in that moment, appreciating the calm between the storms. Soaking in the time I have with the ones I love.
So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. For the patience. The distractions. The love and support and hilarious memes and hot guys. You guys and all that you mean to me are part of what I’m celebrating about these two years. I love you all. 💕
Author note: This blog post was previously published on the lovely Trinity Hanrahan's blog.
There are a few common misconceptions about smutty romance authors. Like that we’re all pervs and sex craved maniacs…
Okay, well, that part is probably pretty true.
But there are a few myths about writing sex that I’d like to debunk.
Myth 1: We wanna chat with random dudes on Facebook about sex
Truth: Imagine being an author, trying to catch up on Facebook. You see you have a new message, and get excited, thinking it’s a fan message(which are the BEST!). BAM! Dick pic. And not even a very impressive one…
First of all, I’m gonna go out on a limb and say sending a chick an unsolicited dick pic is never going to work. Ever. Let’s stop that from being a thing. But sending a random author a dick pic? That’s a good way to end up in a story, and not in a flattering way.
We write sex, true. That doesn’t mean we want to talk to random men about it. This brings me to my next myth…
Myth 2: Writing about sex gets us hot and bothered 24/7
Truth: I can’t speak for everyone with this, of course. But writing about sex is not the same as reading someone else’s scene.
If I read a book and the scenes are hot, that’s one thing. When I read my own finished work, though, I tend to dwell on what I’d change. Or whether I'm putting people to sleep with the dullness. And when I’m writing? Pppffff. Hot and sexy thoughts aren’t running through my mind. Instead, there are a lot of logistics I need to focus on.
How many hands did I just write? Wait, can she bend like that? Did I forget to have her take her panties off? Where are his arms? Can they just watch Daily Show and go to bed? How plausible is it that they’d have Cirque Du Soleil ribbons hanging from the ceiling? Why isn’t there a math equation to know if the height difference will change the logistics? Like ‘Height – Height x Dick Length= Angle’.
I also have to be careful not to just write the actions and mechanics of sex.
There has to be heat. Emotion. I like to add some playful humor between the characters before the intensity takes over. Dirty talk is also a big plus.
But it all has to be real.
Even before we get to the down and dirty, the buildup of tension takes chapters and chapters to write. And, once again, I have to pick my words carefully.
If I don’t choose the phrasing and timing of the dialogue just right, it’s easy for the dirty talk to sound like a phone sex line transcript.
So sexy, right? Excuse me while I fling my panties across the room.
All of that takes time. Effort. Uhhh, and let’s just be honest… Some borderline obsessing.
And I definitely look like I’ve spent hours in front of a computer.
Myth 3: We’re dressed like naughty sex kitten librarians while we write
Granted, I do wear glasses, but out of necessity, not fantasy.
It’s not like the movies, where I’ll take them off and pull out the one bobby pin that’s magically holding up a tumble of snarl free hair. Taking off my glasses means I’ll look shifty and squinty. And if I pull my hair out of the messy bun, I’m about 99% sure Cheetos will fall out.
And, look, while I’m being honest here… I’m pretty sure this Spongebob t-shirt I’m wearing is in danger of disintegrating off of me because I’ve worn it for a... uhhh, couple days. And the Jack Skellington PJ pants? Comfy as they are, they’re hardly the height of sexy.
Actually, that gif brings up a valid comparison. Most romance authors are like Liz Lemon.
We’re sometimes frustrated.
Writing is usually accompanied by eating what’s convenient, which is junk food, I mean, free range tofu.
Seriously, we can get really, really frustrated.
But when everything clicks together and the scene flows, it’s incredibly rewarding!
And it’s something to be celebrated
Myth 4: Romance authors aren’t real authors
Truth: This one throws me. Not real? Do people think I’m invisible? Does this mean I can finally walk around without pants on? Because last time I tried, they told me I was drunk and I wasn’t allowed back at Target.
Write suspense? Author. Biographies? Author. Mystery? Doesn’t take a detective with a magnifying glass to see you’re an author. Short stories, poems, porn with a plot? Author!
And don’t let anyone make you feel otherwise.
As of right now, Kindle World stories are only available in the US Amazon store. Hopefully, that will change eventually, but until then, here are the instructions on how to access it in other areas.
**NOTE** if you live outside the US: KW books are currently only available from the Amazon US store, but hopefully in the future Amazon will figure out how to offer them Internationally. In the meantime, THIS is how you can download the books on your Kindle account: If you are outside the US, you CAN get a copy of this book. Here’s how:
–Log into your Amazon UK, CA, or AU account.
–Add a United States address to your list of one-click addresses. You could try a hotel address or other business address you find online. The program is only concerned with confirming it is a legit address, not your address.
–Go to Manage Your Content & Devices, and under Country settings, change your location to US. Amazon will ask you to select an address. Select the US address you added to your one-click addresses.
–Now you can click on the Amazon US link, buy the book, and it will download onto your designated device.
–Once the book is downloaded, go back through the process changing everything back to your home country.
**NOTE** if you live in the UK: THIS has been PROVEN to work…so if the above doesn’t work…try this!!
1) Sign into your UK Amazon account and go to “manage devices” and “content” then “settings.” Scroll down to country settings
2) Where it says “Click here to learn about other Amazon sites you are eligible to shop on based on your county of residence.” Click the blue word HERE in that sentence. It will say what Amazon store you can shop at.
Then click on learn about (again, it’s in blue font)
3) Then click the yellow bar near the bottom that says “Transfer your kindle account to US Amazon.” It will transfer your account over to the US site and you can buy as normal.
4) To change it back, just do the reverse of the instructions so change from US Amazon back to the UK
Fiona Davenport's Sex, Vows, & Babies Kindle World is LIVE! Amazing authors and awesome stories, and I'm seriously honored to have been included.
Sex, Vows, & Babies Kindle World
Do Not Disturb
SV&B FB group
Please remember my story is a novelette/novella length(15K words). But, as always, hot sex and a HEA guaranteed. <3
I have exciting news! Amazon US has this cool thing called Kindle Worlds. Different authors can write their own stories that all take place within a shared "world". Get it?
On March 14th, I'll be releasing a novelette/novella in Fiona Davenport's Sex, Vows & Babies world!
I'll be honest, I totally fangirled when I got a look at the other authors participating. You can check some of them out HERE
My contribution, Do Not Disturb, is an OTT story unlike any I've written before, but man was it fun. It's short, sex filled, and sweet... Just like me!
Minus the short.
And the sweet.
But I'm all about the sex, baby.
Add it to your TBR HERE
The wonderful blog, Shooting Stars Reviews, did a post about a day in the life of yours truly. I get real and honest about my strict and sophisticated(*snort*) work schedule.
There's also kitties and a pupper!
Check it out HERE
With Us- Coming 1/13/17
More than just a dimpled smile and chiseled jaw, Theo Amato’s quick-thinking and bold confidence made him successful. Heavy responsibilities left time for close friends and family, but nothing more. It wasn’t until he looked into a pair of big green eyes that his focus changed.
Full lips, a gorgeous face, and an endearing personality had him hooked from the start.
There was nothing Dahlia Kincaid enjoyed more than a good book, a funny movie, and a full night’s sleep. Long workdays meant she rarely had time for any of them, but the sacrifice was worth it to live in the city. It wasn’t until she met a man with model good looks and sexy veined hands that her life changed in ways she'd never even known to dream of.
Wickedly sweet, Theo gently and strategically pulled Dahlia from her rut, handing her the world in the process.
But shadows play tricks on the eyes, and life wasn’t always what it seemed.
It was better.
Warning: Recommended for readers 18+ due to adult content, language, and situations.
(If you need the link to a different Amazon store, please let me know!)