A cabin by the sea…

I spent last weekend editing Doesn’t Take a Crystal Ball and A Psychic Couldn’t See It. I read and read and read until I thought my eyeballs would fall out.

The books still aren’t where I’d like them to be, and I’m sure there are a few embarrassing typos in each one, but they’ll have to do. For my sanity, I can’t read them one more time.

The minute I finished the books, I sent them off to a formatter so I can put the new versions online.

Once my obsessive editing was done, I discovered I have a new dream: I really want to live in a log home.

I admit that’s an odd dream. I’m not sure where it came from. Then again, I don’t know where the writing dream came from.

That desire to own a log cabin is strong. I’m already mentally decorating it.

Owning a log home is not always going to be just a dream. I’ve decided that I am going to buy one. I don’t know when or how, but I’m going to do it. I don’t see myself settling for anything else.

There’s a slight problem with the plan.  I also want to live on the beach. You don’t see many log cabins on the beach.

I guess that means I’ll have to buy a beach home and a log cabin.  If I’m going to dream, might as well dream big!

Before you guys know it, you’ll be reading my post about the amazing new log house I bought!

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Looking for love in all the wrong places

ID-10094143 My character, Lizzie, is a psychic matchmaker. She uses her gift to help lonely women find love. Lizzie has a great success rate, with almost all of her matched couples living happily ever after.

In the real world, finding the right partner is a lot more difficult. There are online dating sites to help women find love, but I don’t have a whole lot of faith in those.

I have tried several of those sites. It wasn’t because I was really looking for love. I was mostly just curious. I never went out with any of the guys that I chatted with online. Being on those sites was entertaining though.

One guy emailed me less than 24 hours after I posted my profile. That was a little unexpected because I didn’t have a picture on the site. Not having a picture usually cuts down on the number of responses you get.

After I exchanged a few messages with the guy, I thought he sounded familiar. I asked if he used to live in a certain town. Never heard from him again!

Want to know what’s way more fun than looking for love on online dating sites? Having well-meaning friends doing matchmaking for you.ID-100137253

My friends don’t have the talent that Lizzie has. Talk about disastrous attempts at matchmaking! I’m not sure what they were thinking when they decided to hook me up with those guys.

I don’t run into many decent, eligible men when I’m out and about. Online dating sites and well-meaning friends haven’t helped me find Mr. Right.

So where am I going to look if I get serious about wanting to meet a decent guy?

Maybe I should give online dating sites another try. Maybe I tried the wrong ones in the past. Surely there are sites that are worth my time.

Have you ladies had luck with online dating? If so, what sites do you recommend?

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A phone call to Lizzie

ID-100266149When I first started writing, I was quite clueless. (I still am, to be honest!) With Doesn’t Take a Crystal Ball, I just wrote and wrote. It ended up being a really long book. I had to figure out where to cut some scenes.

I decided to cut out the calls Lizzie received from potential clients. I’m going to post those calls – as well as some new ones – on this blog.

Here is one deleted call:

“Hi. Is this Lizzie?”
“Yes, it is.”
“My name is Torie. You left a flyer on my windshield.”
This was great. Another potential client. Things were looking up. “Hi, Torie. I’m glad you called.”
“If I understand your flyer correctly, you’re a psychic. Am I right?”
“I do have the ability to sense certain things when it comes to love.”
“My situation might be a little different from your usual cases,” Torie said.
Lizzie braced herself for what was likely going to be a strange request. “Different can be good,” she told Torie in a cheerful tone. “It adds variety and keeps business from getting boring.”
“I want you to help me find a lost love.”
“You mean like a missing person?”
“Sort of.”
Torie’s love was sort of missing. That definitely could be considered different. “Have you contacted the police?” Lizzie asked.
“No. I doubt they can help me in a case like this.”
“I work for a private investigation agency. Maybe my boss could help.”
“I doubt that, too.”
“Torie, maybe you should tell me more about your lost love.”
“Allen’s a wonderful guy. Handsome, kind, smart. I love him,” Torie gushed.
“Well, why did he leave you?”
“He didn’t have a choice.”
“He’s not in prison, is he? There’s nothing Lizzie’s Love Connections can do in a situation like that.”
“Of course not. Allen is not a criminal.”
This was really strange. “Torie, since you know so much, how is it you don’t know where Allen is?”
“Oh, I know where he is. I just can’t contact him.”
“Where exactly is Allen?” Lizzie asked a bit cautiously.
“You can find him at the corner of Dargan and Belton.”
That location was vaguely familiar. Lizzie thought about it for a few seconds. “Isn’t the corner of Dargan and Belton…”
“A cemetery? Yes, it is.” Torie said helpfully.
“I told you this was not going to be your usual case.”
“Is Allen an undertaker or grave digger?” Lizzie really hoped that he was.
“No. Allen’s dead. I need you to conduct a séance so I can talk to him.”
“I’m sorry, Torie. I don’t do séances.”
“Please. I’m willing to pay extra.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to help you.” Actually, that was part of it. Talking to dead people. Was Torie insane? “Contacting the dead is not within the scope of my abilities.” Lizzie was very grateful for that fact.
“Do you know anyone that does have that ability? One of your psychic friends maybe?”
What did Torie think? That there was this big group of psychics living in Ravenside? Or maybe that Lizzie had a string of psychics on speed dial?
“I don’t know anyone who can help you with your situation, Torie. I wish you luck though.”
“Thanks anyway,” Torie said and ended the call.
Lizzie lowered the phone and stared at the screen in disbelief. When she’d conceived the idea of her business, she never considered the possibility that she’d be asked to hook someone up with the nonliving. Maybe she should’ve done some research.

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