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Thursday, May 31st, 2007
The 13 Days of Pimpin'

It’s Christmas in June!!!!
Sing with me now…

1. On the first day of pimpin’ I’d like you all to see-The Dark Garden by Eden Brad-ley.

2. On day two of my pimp fest In Smoke is no mirage. Crystal Jordan’s hot dragon menage.

3. Hurricane Season is blowing through day three, Loribelle Hunt her stuff is so sexy.

4. Jennifer McKenzie has got a Triple Play, just trust me it will surely make your day.

5. I Covet Karen Erickson, and I know you will too. Hang in there you guys I am halfway through!

6. The Promise of Forever, by Lyric James my friend, is coming out this month you can depend.

7. I Ain’t Misbehavin’ but Shelli Stevens is, I guess that’s just the nature of our biz ;)

8. Ascension by Lauren Dane-Don’t you dare let it Pass! Will I be buying that? You bet your ass!

9.I have Hidden Agendas for pimping Lora Leigh, I hope to meet her {I’ll try not to squee}.

10. July 3rd’s kind of cheating but Lori Foster’s fun , and Simon Says keep singing till I’m done.

12. We’re so close to the finish, Christine Feehan will please, Safe Harbor {from The Drake Sister series}.

13. I’ll close this as I started, still pimpin’ at the end…Geeet The Dark Garden! :)

The end- If I missed you and you have a June release- I am sorry! If you sang the whole thing through-I love you

Tuesday, May 29th, 2007
The Place With The Thing

I’m at the place today. You know. The place with that thing? Yeah well I’m doing what I do there and you should come over. :)

Monday, May 28th, 2007
Poetry Monday

{I cant help it-I rhyme LOL}

Used to Be
I was walking by the water, in a park one summer’s day.
And I came upon a circle of some children lost in play.
It seemed they were just sharing stories; curious, I stopped to hear.
And my eyes grew wide with wonder, when their voices reached my ears.

“When I used to be a grownup,” said a little girl of eight.
“I grew vegetables and children till I couldn’t stand up straight.”

“Well, me? I was a soldier.” Said a boy, no more than four.
“And I had to leave my mommy, just to fight in some old war.”

“I lived in a castle.” They all rolled their eyes. “It’s true!”
The young child of seven huffed and pointed, saying, “What were you?”

“I was no one special.” This one’s voice was low and soft.
“I just rode a train my whole life, helping people on and off.”

“Do you remember dying?” “I remember being born.”
Then their talk was interrupted by a swiftly honking horn.

They all grabbed each other by the hand and ran off to their ride.
But I sat down right there in the grass, feeling changed, somehow, inside.
What was it that I’d witnessed? Dreams the media had jaded?
Just the product of creative minds? Or memories not faded?

The one thing no one can argue…there is magic when we’re young.
There is something shines from children, and we miss it when it’s gone.
As if they’ve not yet shaken off the stardust from their trip.
Oh if we could hold the magic, never loose our stubborn grip.

That night I lay down on my bed, and closed my eyes to see
If somewhere within the quiet, hid those things I used to be.

©R.G. Alexander

Thursday, May 24th, 2007
13 Reasons I Luuurve My Critique Partner

I’m doing this because I think my CP-Crystal Jordan- thought I wouldn’t lol.

1. Because she is a hawt erotic paranormal author. Have you read her Wereplanet series? In Ice anyone? And wait until you see In Smoke-coming out June 1st. Whew! I’m hoping she rubs off on me.

2. Because she calls me when she’s flossing her teeth or going grocery shopping…just to say hi.

3. Because she told me to. She said “dooo eeeet!”

4. Because she’s bloody brilliant about history, the business end of writing, dirty dirty sex, blog code…you name it.

5. Because she knows the best cuss words.

6. Because she talks to my Cookie on the phone about inedible garnishes and the proper way to….okay they talk about things that make me blush.

7. Did I mention she was talented?

8. Without her, and a few other wonderful writer friends, I would not have made it as far as I have.

9. Because she sings to me when I’m bored. {except for the worm song-dont sing the worm song!}

10. I am a better writer because of her help.

11. She is the QUEEN of blurbs and excerpts!

12. Because she makes me laugh.

13. Because she’s saving me a room in her mansion/commune when she’s famous. As long as I bring my husband the Chef. ;)

Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007
Big Time Pimpin'

Okay Gang,

The time has come-a little over a week left til June 1st, the release of Eden Bradley’s Bantam debut The Dark Garden!!!

If you glance over at my sidebar, you’ll notice that I have a countdown for this spectacular event. If you want to join me in being a part of this amazing pimpin’ extravaganza-here is the code

Our head divas have always been there for us-its time to give a little back! Go Eden!!!

Tuesday, May 22nd, 2007
Come on Over

Tuesday=I’m over at The Novelty Girls being all philosophical and rambly. Come see me.

Tuesday, May 22nd, 2007
Poetry Monday

Okay-here’s another song published with Ted Daffen Music, its been requested to be recorded by an up and coming vocalist-though its been a bit and I still dont know where its at in the process…I thought I’d share.
I promise next week I’ll put in a cheerful song lol.

WATERFALLS

You are the mountain,
Larger than life.
Strong and unchanging,
Though icy winds freeze you and cut like a knife

You keep your secrets,
Hidden so well
Cool and unyielding
Though inside you burn fires hotter than Hell.
And in all the history of history
You never fell.

I am the river
Flowing and free.
I’m going somewhere,
Though I’m not sure just where somewhere might be.

If I stop for too long
It’ll kill me I’m sure.
Movement is my life,
Change me and I’ll be a river no more.
But changing the course of a river,
Is what a mountain is for.

Chorus:
And the only time,
That water falls.
Is when it reaches the top of the mountain,
And hears the call.
Sayin’ go on and give it a try…
You’ll never get another chance to fly.
Though you dont know whats on the other side,
There’s no choice at all.
When faced with a mountain….water falls.

You keep me close to you,
Take all I can give.
I give you new life,
You give me shelter and reason to live.

Though I keep searching,
you’re holdin on fast.
But our world is changing,
and neither one knows how long its gonna last.
I long for the future,
and you can’t let go of the past.

Chorus:
And the only time,
That waterfalls
Is when it reaches the top of the mountain,
And hears the call.
Sayin’ go on and give it a try,
You’ll never get another chance to fly
Though you dont know whats on the other side,
there’s no choice at all.
When faced with a mountain…waterfalls.

Thursday, May 17th, 2007
13 Reasons To Follow Your Dreams {even when its hard and you're fed up}

I think we could all use a little positive affirmation this week-so I’m going the corny route. :)

1.Because no one else can.

2.Because when you look back on your life, you shouldn’t have a single regret.

3.Because if you never take that leap, you’ll always wonder if you could have flown.

4.Because you are unique, and what you have to give to the world {your song, your words, your art, your compassion}is a special gift that needs to be shared.

5.Because the alternative is a cubicle/greasy spoon/pinchy shoes/power suit…insert correct awful answer here.

6.Because everyone that came before you that didnt take their chance is rooting for you. Way deep down where their soft inside.

7.Because dreams are the color on our canvas. Without them…whats the point?

8.On a not remotely altruistic note-its good to prove the doubters wrong. ;)

9.Because even when its terrible, horrible, crazy, bipolar…it still feels right.

10.Because when you do you realize there is a lot more to life…a lot more to you than you ever imagined.

11.Because as long as you have breath, each day will bring another chance to succeed.

12.Because studies have shown that following dreams is good for your complexion and will insure a longer, healthier life.

13. I’ll end with a quote from a female author who wrote under the male pen name of George Eliot, ironically to insure that she would be taken seriously and not considered just another female writer of ‘romances’. heh. “Might, could, would-those are contemptible auxiliaries.”

And I know if I’ll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I’m laid to my rest

And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star

-Man of La Mancha/The Impossible Dream

Tuesday, May 15th, 2007
Today is Tuesday-You Know What That Means

Okay anyone who knew I was humming the music for Mouseketeers Weekday Song as I typed that Header wins the washer-the dryer-and the trip to Honolulu. :) I’m doing my Tuesday blogging over at The Novelty Girls about finding emotional balance in a sea of crazy. Come see me.

Monday, May 14th, 2007
In Her Dreams

I’m going for Poetry Monday. Yes these are song lyrics from a song I have with Ted Daffen Music Publishing. I wrote this 11 years ago-and it blows my mind that I was ever in this place. Things have changed so much. I have love-all my dreams are coming true. But sometimes its good to look back and see where we’ve been-so we never take for granted where we are.

She’s 22 years old, and still afraid of the dark.
Still afraid to live out on her own,
and far too scared to give her heart.
And she’s a heartache for her mama,
cause her baby girl wont dare to take a chance.
She doesnt understand the melody of life,
so she chooses not to dance.

Chorus:
But deep in the middle of the night,
her heart views the most amazing sites.
And in every scene she plays the part,
of the beauty that wins, the hero’s heart.
Awake she runs from shadows, she blends into the wall,
but in her dreams she has it all

Oh but her dreams are grand,
all adventure and desire.
But then the morning comes,
and she keeps herself so far from the fire.
And she wishes things were different,
yes she wishes every night and every day.
And she’s worried that if something doesnt give,
well she might just…fade away.

Repeat Chorus:
But deep in the middle of the night,
her heart views the most, amazing sites.
And in every scene she plays the part,
of the beauty that wins, the hero’s heart.
Awake she runs from shadows, she blends into the wall….but in her dreams she has it all.



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