I completed work on Tyson’s Mission, my next Brotherhood Protectors book & it was published! (Thank you to everyone who bought the book!)
I completed reading short stories for inclusion in my upcoming Secret Identities: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology. Plus, I made the selections. We have a roster!
I completed 5 editing projects for other authors in April.
I found art and set up the pre-order for my upcoming book, Cyrus.
Health-related:
I haven’t done well taking care of myself this month. I ate too many salty, fatty foods and didn’t monitor my blood pressure!
I injured my knee and spent much of the month with either a brace on my knee or leaning on a cane. Thankfully, the past couple of days, it’s been so much better.
The only good thing I did was drinking one cup of Turmeric tea a day and upping my water intake.
Happiness-related:
I continued working on the #the100dayproject art challenge.
Here are some examples of art projects I completed in April:
May
For work-related, I plan:
To write most of Cyrus, the first of my new MBH in Yellowstone series, and which will release in June.
To complete 4 editing projects in April!
To edit the stories in the upcoming collection—Secret Identities: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology! I’ll also find cover art for the book and begin work on the Collections website with the book’s information.
To revise and prepare for publication the books in my erotic romance series, Delta Heat. I’ll republish three of the stories in May.
For health related, I plan:
To start back on my Weight Watchers diet, because it’s time to get serious! I HAVE to get back in the saddle!
To reduce salt and processed food, and incorporate foods good for blood pressure (spinach, broccoli, bananas) and my liver (apple cider vinegar, flax seeds, sunflower seeds).
To begin daily workouts using my recumbent bike and some chair yoga exercises now that my knee is cooperating.
To take my BP every day and log it!
I’ll get the pool ready and hopefully begin swimming before the end of the month!
For happiness-related, I plan:
To continue #the100daychallenge where I’ll be painting something every single day!
To spend time with the family—movies and pool—once school lets out!
Contest
Comment on anything you’ve read in this post. Tell me what you’re doing to make yourself happier and healthier, or tell me what you plan to read in May…
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Last night, while storms were raging outside, I settled into bed. I was thinking about the people my family has lost.
My daughter and I were caregivers of our elderly family members during their last days. We cared for my grandmother in 2018—she was 98 and simply faded away. My father passed in 2019 due to heart and diabetes issues. My mother died from pancreatic cancer very, very quickly in 2020. We were happy to care for them. Proud we did such a good job, too, keeping them comfortable and easing their way from this world surrounded by love and family.
They lived long, fulfilled lives. You can’t hope for more. Still, I miss them deeply. I think about them often. I live in the last home they all resided in. My family is here with me. I say all this not because I’m sad, but because I treasure the fact we’re that kind of family—kind, caring, respectful, loving. I was thinking about them when I ran across this song. I’d heard it before but really hadn’t listened to it.
If you’ve followed me for very long, you know I love rock and heavy metal, and that my favorite heavy metal band is Disturbed. I’ve love them since I first heard “Down with the Sickness” which released back in 2000—so, I’m a long-time fan. Their music is powerful. The lead vocalist’s voice is, IMO, the best of any rocker out there right now. If you haven’t listened to his cover of “Sound of Silence,” you just have to. The first time my oldest granddaughter heard it, she outright cried.
This song, “Hold on to the Memories,” is another ballad. It’s not the kind of thing they’re known for, but it shows their range and their heart. I love everything about it—how they come to together as family to celebrate the memories of the ones they’ve lost. Give it a listen. Then, for a chance to win a $5 Amazon gift card, tell me a song that hits you “in the feels” when you’re thinking about lost loved ones.
For years, I’d driven past a small white house on a busy commercial street without paying it much attention. It had been converted into a coffee shop during the era when coffee shops were all the rage (likely due to the series, Friends). Drinking coffee has always been a thing in these parts but not a pastime. This is more of tea and “Coke” country. And when I say “Coke,” I’m not talking about the illegal white chalk. No, down South, any soft drink is referred to as “Coke.” If you ask someone if they want a Coke, you very well could be offering them a Sunkist or Mountain Dew or even a Pepsi. It’s all understood. I’m pretty sure the Coca-Cola people don’t appreciate that much—but then again, I can’t and don’t speak for the company or brand. That’s just my assumption that they wouldn’t as an issue of trademark genericide/genericization.
Coffee is the drink that gets a lot of people going in the morning and continue going during the day. It was considered by many a staple and not a pastime. For that reason, there was no need for a special place to go “have coffee.” And the reason it wasn’t considered a pastime wasn’t, as I implied, due to its unpopularity. Rather, it had to do with the heat.
It’s hot here in the South, and most people are trying to cool off and not warm up. They want something cold and refreshing. Beer fills that for many people. Ice (or iced) tea is another favorite. Thus, in the evenings, people weren’t rushing for a cup of steaming java. So, how was this place staying in business? The answer is simple. It was homegrown—a mom-and-pop. People went because it felt “homey” and was a place to hang out with friends. Sometimes, there was a band, but most times, there wasn’t. Students went there for a quiet place to study or as a getaway from home where they knew their parents wouldn’t create much of a fuss about them going. It was the quiet little place on the hill.
Then, one day as I was passing, I noticed new construction. And I recall my precise thought. “What used to be there?” It was one of those thoughts that only entered my mind as I was driving by, and then out of sight, out of mind. It took several weeks until one day it dawned on me that the building that was missing was the coffeeshop. It had been completely demolished and the rubble hauled away in less than an hour. What had happened?
The easy answer would be the illness that broke the world in 2020. I’m sure that had something to do with it. It certainly didn’t help. The poor economy could also be blamed. But what I’m guessing was its downfall is always what had made it successful: community support. People like me never really “supported” it. Sure, I always said things like, “I hear it’s really nice.” I never had a negative comment to make about it, but I also was never a customer. On those days and evenings when I wanted a quiet place to write, I always forgot about them. The students graduated and moved away. Friends went off the air. Trends changed. Additionally, before the pandemic, I’d heard some people complain that a few of the servers (who were related to the owners) were quite rude to customers. Because of the blood kin, some customers didn’t feel the rudeness would be addressed and took their business elsewhere. If it’s one thing a small business almost can never survive, it’s bad customer service.
I don’t pretend to know the ins and outs of everything that happened with this business, but I do know that it is a loss for the community. However, there is a good chance that the community could have prevented the closing from happening.
What prompted me to write this post was I mentioned going to another mom-and-pop establishment only to be told that they had closed as well. It made me realize that I took so many of these small, local stores for granted. I always assumed that they would be there. But how could they be if people like me never graced their doors to give them business? It had been more convenient for me to go to a big business drive-thru than get out of my car, walk into the shop, and order from a small business. Because these small businesses didn’t have flashy neon lights or billboards across the city, I tended to forget about them. When I drove by, they faded into the background like shrubbery. But if I want the mom-and-pop stores to stick around, I’m going to have to do better.
Here are six ways to support small businesses.
Small Business Saturday. Small Business Saturday occurs in November, generally following Black Friday. This day is designed to encourage people to shop locally and support small businesses during the holiday shopping boom. Large retailers go hard in advertising and promoting Black Friday sales and keep them going through the weekend. Of course, many have now begun starting their sales on Thursdays (or even earlier in the week) and offering pre-orders. For many consumers, these deals are appealing. However, it is important to remember that many small businesses may not be able to compete like this. So, please remember them and drop in their brick-and-mortar or shop at their online store.
Lists. This is so simple to do, yet, many people don’t. Make a list of local businesses and keep the list on your phone or another convenient place. When you need to buy an item, refer to this list first. I had multiple opportunities to purchase my lunch from the coffee shop. I was going to spend the money anyway. But I forgot them as an option.
Refer a friend. Many small businesses can’t afford large advertising budgets. They gain a lot of their business by word of mouth. It costs you nothing to give them a shoutout, especially if you enjoy what they have to offer. I see many of my friends on social media now doing this, and I have gone to some of these places as a result of seeing their posts.
Mailing list. Ask small businesses if they have a mailing list and to add your name. This way you can keep up with sales and what is going on with them. One small business that I liked to shop (but was a little on the expensive side) moved. Because I didn’t go there frequently (again, because they were kinda expensive), I didn’t realize they had moved. By the time I went to the store, the sign stating they had moved had been removed, and another business was preparing to move it. It was almost eighteen months before I realized they had moved across town to an area that I consider a “destination” shopping ground. What I mean is, there are plenty of businesses in that area and parking is hellacious at best. When I go there, it is with the intention of going to a particular store for a specific item. I’m not browsing or wasting time. It’s not because it’s an unsafe area. On the contrary, the area is extremely nice. However, there aren’t many businesses that have items of interest to me, the layout of the stores is a little wonky, and again…parking.
Social media. Along the same line as the mailing list, follow small businesses on their social media sites. It costs nothing and affords customers store and merchandise updates.
Reviews. If the business has a place to leave a review, consider doing so. One review can go a long way. Plus, owners like having feedback on what they are doing right and what can be improved. That is what helps a business to grow.
That brings this post to a close. Now, it’s your turn to sound off. What did you think? What is your take on the subject? Do you agree or disagree? Did you find this information helpful or informative? Did you learn anything new, or did it change your opinion?Let me know your thoughts in the comment section. Also, let me know if you would like me to cover more of these types of topics or dive deeper into this one. If you like this post, please click the like button, and share it. Your feedback allows me to know the content that you want to read. If you’re not following me on Creole Bayou blog, what are you waiting for? There’s always room at the bayou.
Future Goals
It’s time to hit the ice again in Future Goals. If you enjoy hot hockey players and steamy romance, this is a sports romance novel for you. Read the rest of this entry »
Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I often talk about my nostalgia for old sci-fi TV shows—the ones I grew up with—and I forgot about one until I saw the image I’m using for today’s puzzle contest. Before Scott Bakula’s Quantum Leap, there was another TV show that trapped a pair of scientists, moving from one horrible situation to another. I ADORED The Time Tunnel, starring that yummy James Darren from the silly 60s beach movies. Can you imagine how thrilled I was when he popped up as lounge singer Vic Fontaine in a holodeck program in Star Trek’s Deep Space Nine?
Now, I have to go find the series to binge. Luckily, it was only two seasons long, and I remember it didn’t hold a candle to Star Trek, but I had plenty of daydreams where I was James Darren’s fellow scientist arriving in pivotal moments in time…
Anyway, I had to share that very short video, even if it’s grainy as hell. On to the contest!
For a chance to win a $5 Amazon gift card, solve the puzzle, then tell me what’s at the end of that tunnel! Have fun!
Madame Marie Selika Williams was born Marie Smith in 1849 in Natchez, Mississippi. The Natchez area of Mississippi had the largest number of free blacks in the state, but the hardships they faced were no different than those of their enslaved brothers and sisters. Not long after she was born, Marie’s family moved to Cincinnati, Ohio where a wealthy patron enabled her to study music. She is also reported to have studied the Italian style of singing with Antonio Farini in Chicago. In the 1860s, she moved to San Francisco, studied with a Signora G. Bianchi, then made her debut in 1876 as a concert soprano. She married fellow concert artist Sampson Williams. They remained married until his death in 1911.
Together with her husband, Marie toured and performed in the US, Europe, and the West Indies. Newspaper accounts proclaimed her a “colored vocalist of rare ability.” She is said to have added “Selika” to her stage name from the heroine of Giacomo Meyerbeer’s 1865 opera, L’Africaine.
Thanks to an introduction from Frederick Douglass, whom President Rutherford B. Hayes had appointed Marshall of the District of Columbia, Marie performed in the Green Room of the White House for Hayes, his wife and others on November 17, 1878. This made her the first African American to perform in the White House. After she performed, her husband also sang. A Washington Post article stated, “The several pieces showed to great advantage the remarkable power, sweetness, and versatility of madame’s voice and accomplishments, the “Staccato Polka” especially proving her worthy of her title as ‘Queen of Staccato.'”
That same year she performed at the New York Academy of Music and in 1879 at New York’s Steinway Hall. She toured Europe twice, first from 1882-1885 then again from 1887-1892. Her performances were warmly received there as well. Benjamin Brawl in his book The Negro Genius quotes this from the Figaro of Paris, “She has a strong voice of depth and compass and trills like a feathered songster. Her range is marvelous, and her execution and style of rendition show perfect cultivation.” During the first tour, she gave a command performance for Queen Victoria in 1883.
In 1893, she performed with her husband at the Chicago World’s Columbian Exposition. In October 1896, she performed at Carnegie Hall with two well-known African American women singers, Flora Baston and Sissieretta Jones.
Besides touring, Marie taught at a music studio which she opened in Cleveland, Ohio. She retired from the stage when her husband died. At age 67 she accepted a teaching position at New York’s Martin-Smith School of Music. She died in New York, aged 87 in 1937.
Once again, I stand in awe of women like Marie Selika Williams. For a chance at a $10 Amazon gift card, share your thoughts in the comments.
One Breath Away
by Michal Scott
Sentenced to hang for a crime she didn’t commit, former slave Mary Hamilton was exonerated at literally the last gasp. She returns to Safe Haven, broken and resigned to live alone. She’s never been courted, cuddled or spooned, and now no man could want her, not when sexual satisfaction comes only with the thought of asphyxiation. But then the handsome stranger who saved her shows up, stealing her breath from across the room and promising so much more.
From One Breath Away…
He really wanted to dance with her. She blinked, speechless. A warning voice protested.
Resist.
Her heart countered.
Surrender.
She firmed her lips, heaved a sigh then accepted his invitation. Felicity’s sputtered shock and Widow Hawthorne’s happy cackle accompanied them to the middle of the dance floor.
He placed his fingertips respectfully but firmly above the rise of her buttocks and held her in place against him. A tickle invaded the wool of her skirt where the tip of his middle finger rested at the head of her crack. Pleasure tripped up her spine and trickled between her thighs. But, from the recesses of remembered experience, a voice of caution persisted.
He wants something, Mary. Beware.
“Why—why do you want to dance with me?”
He smiled with the serpent slyness that probably charmed Eve. “I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you.”
“I might.”
He turned his head slightly. “Really? Your practiced calm says otherwise.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Practiced calm?”
“The face you present to the world until something touches your heart.” He gestured to his right. “Like when that baby there cried. Your expression changed to one of concern, then changed to one of contentment when his mother satisfied his hunger.”
Mary blew a breath through her mouth. This man was studying her. Really studying her. Should she be flattered or worried?
First, big thanks to Delilah Devlin for hosting my visit today! I love being able to chat with readers—some who know my work well and some who haven’t read my books yet. Hello to you all!
I’m Heather Slade, author of shamelessly sexy, edge-of-your-seat romantic suspense.
What seems like eons ago, I gave myself the gift of writing a book for my birthday. It was a milestone celebration (shh, I turned fifty). This came after years spent in the publishing industry editing other authors’ manuscripts.
On the plane ride back to Colorado, after a trip “home” to a village in Western New York called East Aurora, I decided I had a story to tell. My husband, amazing guy that he is, said, “Go for it, honey,” when I told him my plan. Six weeks later, my first book was finished. Now, I’m working on number sixty-three.
The joy for me is in the storytelling. I love it when characters lead me in directions I never thought they’d go, or when my brain conjures a plot twist when I least expect it.
That was true with Code Name: Puck, a book that releases TODAY! If you read my reviews, I’m known for neck-snapping twists and turns and boy did Puck and Seshat deliver! You can read more about their story in the blurb below.
Another thing I’m known for is characters from past books showing up in current releases. Everything for me began in a place called Butler Ranch, which is now responsible for nine spin-off series. Beloved characters from my very first books still make guest appearances in my current titles.
For a chance to win a digital copy of the Butler Ranch Boxed Set (all five books), tell me what tropes you love best. For me, enemies to lovers and friends to lovers are my favs. What are yours?
And, thanks again to Delilah for having me. Happy reading, everyone!
About Code Name: Puck
A tortured man.
A redemptive man.
Puck is desperate and driven—
a man to be watched.
As an MI5 agent assigned to the UK’s task force of the United Nations Coalition Against Human Trafficking, I’ve walked a fine line between right and wrong—always making sure to do what’s necessary for the greater good. Kidnapping my commander for help is no exception. I do what needs to be done.
But when I discover that the woman who captured my heart is still alive and in danger, I need all the help I can recruit to save my beloved Seshat. With the full-force of the coalition and SIS searching for her, we have to be stealthy and quick. Time is of the essence. Seshat’s secrets and past are riddled with enemies who will stop at nothing to destroy her and her future happiness.
And now that I know the truth about everything, I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her. Can I save the only woman who matters before it’s too late?
USA Today and Amazon Top 15 Bestselling Author Heather Slade writes shamelessly sexy, edge-of-your seat romantic suspense. She gave herself the gift of writing a book for her own birthday one year. Sixty-plus books later (and counting), she’s having the time of her life. The women Slade writes are self-confident, strong, with wills of their own, and hearts as big as the Colorado sky. The men are sublimely sexy, seductive alphas who rise to the challenge of capturing the sweet soul of a woman whose heart they’ll hold in the palm of their hand forever. Add in a couple of neck-snapping twists and turns, a page-turning mystery, and a swoon-worthy HEA, and you’ll be holding one of her books in your hands.
