Procrastination
Put it off
Look away
Think of something else
File it today
Take a look
Stay aloof
Try a whole new tact
Try to focus
Email - Blog
Phone call - Text
Stay awake
Write it down
There was that so hard?
Maureen
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
A Woman's Perogative... I changed my mind.
I'm keeping this Blog as my writing journal. I'm comfortable here, and I can babble to my heart's content. Follow me or don't, comment, or not, but this is my creative place, and I intend to stay here. I'm going to add links to my favorite books [ones I've edited, ones I've read, or ones I've heard great things about and recommend], websites and blogs, but I think I'll make a list in my word processor first and add to it as I go. Do any of you have an easier suggestion? After being absent for so long I feel like I'm talking to myself, but it never stopped me before.
If you ever read my blog about the Muses, here's an update: I got to meet the author whose book title and mine were inspired by the same Muse. What a lovely person she is. It was at RT in April and she's having great success with all her books. Check out Anya Bast's book list, hot and spicy paranormal reads.
I've procrastinated long enough...I'm doing revisions on Power of the Light...back to work!
If you ever read my blog about the Muses, here's an update: I got to meet the author whose book title and mine were inspired by the same Muse. What a lovely person she is. It was at RT in April and she's having great success with all her books. Check out Anya Bast's book list, hot and spicy paranormal reads.
I've procrastinated long enough...I'm doing revisions on Power of the Light...back to work!
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Phantom Pleasures by Julie Leto
My fellow author and local TARAN writer, Julie Leto is doing some great giveaways at her blog,http://www.plotmonkeys.com <http://www.plotmonkeys.com/> , starting Monday! She's not only giving away a chapter a day of her upcoming paranormal romance, PHANTOM PLEASURES, but she's also sweetening the pot by offering a$20 Amazon/Borders gift card per day to anyone who leaves a comment.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Changes coming...
Exciting News !!
MaureenSevilla.com is a few months away from making a debut appearance on the web, and as a result, there will be a new direction for ... MYSTICAL - MAGICAL - MOMENTS. Soon, this BLOG will be a meeting place for writers, editors and readers of all genres. Once the new web site is accessible, complete and running, Mystical - Magical - Moments will be where we can all discuss our favorite books and authors, or comment on reading and writing in general.
MaureenSevilla.com is a few months away from making a debut appearance on the web, and as a result, there will be a new direction for ... MYSTICAL - MAGICAL - MOMENTS. Soon, this BLOG will be a meeting place for writers, editors and readers of all genres. Once the new web site is accessible, complete and running, Mystical - Magical - Moments will be where we can all discuss our favorite books and authors, or comment on reading and writing in general.
COMING SOON... !
A serial killer is targeting Profilers and all the evidence points to an ancient evil ... The Droughan.
ALSO COMING SOON !
Watch the Book Trailer for my astounding new psychic series, THE GEMINI - Book One - 'Power of the Light'.
... and there's a special treat for those of you who are avid fans of fantasy... don't skip the section on the Ancient Mythology of the Gemini - Find out who they are, and how the forbidden love between the Fae and the Druids begot the beings who hold the power of the elements, the psychic gifts of the Fae, and ... the precious golden souls of their mortal ancestors.
... so keep checking back here to follow the progress of the new web site ...Wednesday, January 16, 2008
JANUARY
The gray day reeked of cold and desolation. The brown leaves covered the ground and with each degree the thermometer dropped, another leaf fell. The breeze whipping through the trees grew stronger as if threatening to blow the rest from the thinning branches.
Squirrels scurried over the hard dead grass and desperately dug around for acorns they'd buried last fall. They worked as if panicked, when all they had to do was dig through the garbage cans as they usually did, looking for KFC leftovers and otherwise artery clogging trash. But instinct prevailed with the overcast sky as they hopped across the ground checking over their shoulders for the cat who stalked the yard. They scrambled up trees and hovered tightly into nooks or crannies keeping safe, snuggled against the wind.
The heat, finally reaching into the room in the attic where I worked, now seemed stiffling instead of warm and comforting. As day crept later into afternoon, no sun volunteered to cheer the mood or warm the soul. Holidays had passed, the whole new year loomed ahead and the TV mumbled with threats of politics and recession.
Rustling sounds of refuse blowing, globs of Spanish Moss dropping, conflicted with the sound of wind chimes finally singing. The north wind filled the air with a baritone song.
The water in the pool looked cold. It looked too clear, shimmery, rippling and somehow the warm summer torquoise color gave way to the color of blue ice glaciers today. One wouldn't have to test the water to feel its frigid temp.
Thank goodness January only lasts a day or two in Florida.
Squirrels scurried over the hard dead grass and desperately dug around for acorns they'd buried last fall. They worked as if panicked, when all they had to do was dig through the garbage cans as they usually did, looking for KFC leftovers and otherwise artery clogging trash. But instinct prevailed with the overcast sky as they hopped across the ground checking over their shoulders for the cat who stalked the yard. They scrambled up trees and hovered tightly into nooks or crannies keeping safe, snuggled against the wind.
The heat, finally reaching into the room in the attic where I worked, now seemed stiffling instead of warm and comforting. As day crept later into afternoon, no sun volunteered to cheer the mood or warm the soul. Holidays had passed, the whole new year loomed ahead and the TV mumbled with threats of politics and recession.
Rustling sounds of refuse blowing, globs of Spanish Moss dropping, conflicted with the sound of wind chimes finally singing. The north wind filled the air with a baritone song.
The water in the pool looked cold. It looked too clear, shimmery, rippling and somehow the warm summer torquoise color gave way to the color of blue ice glaciers today. One wouldn't have to test the water to feel its frigid temp.
Thank goodness January only lasts a day or two in Florida.
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