Monday, March 16, 2015

Monday Morning Updates!

A few things...

1. In completely unexpected news, APPLES SHOULD BE RED is on the novella list for the DABWAHA contest sponsored by Dear Author and Smart Bitches. I am shocked and thrilled and extremely thankful to all of the readers who nominated my book.


I have never played the game and I'm not exactly sure how it works. Since I'm not too keen on begging for votes, reviews, or other sorts of promotion from readers, I'm planning to post some joke images (see Mr. Lumberjack above) just for fun. If you are so inclined, and have figured out the rules of the game (unlike me!), here are some links to participate...a link to the nominees list, a link to an explanation for the bracket selection, and here's the bracket. If you have any questions about the contest, you could email DA or SB. Don't ask me...I still can't figure it out!

I am really humbled that my novella has been included in this year's contest. I don't have a street team or a publisher, and as a teeny tiny indie author, I'm expecting that APPLES is sort of the "underdog of the century." Hee hee!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to everyone who has supported my cuss-filled novella!


2. I am cranking away on my current WIP, A TASTE OF HEAVEN. Here is a fun Pinterest board I put together for inspiration. And here's a quickie snippet!


Sophia was frozen. She heard the songbirds chirping and felt the warm sunshine on her face. It was one of those stunning Vermont days, when the sky was so blue and far away, it offered both comfort and bittersweet beauty. She watched the other contestants greedily snatch up grass-fed beef and dirt-clumped vegetables and organic chickens strung up by strands of coarse string.

One perfect bite.

She knew what she should do. The judges wanted a complex sauce. An extraordinary protein, expertly prepared. An array of textures.

One perfect bite.

Tart. And sweet. Like her life.

She smiled to herself. No one, absolutely no one, ever made a dessert for the amuse-bouche. Dessert was the kiss-of-death in a cooking competition. Dessert was the red-headed stepchild. Dessert was never the star of the show. Just the end of the show. And usually a hideous disappointment.

The Scot turned to her and bellowed. She'd forgotten he was still there. He rushed toward the kitchen.

May the best man win.


3. Finally, as part of a continued effort to streamline my life, I decided to delete my other website and just keep this blog as the Penny Watson website. I will be updating my recommended reads section soon.

I have deleted some of my social media sites, too, but I still have Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, Pinterest, and my 12-year old daughter started an Instagram for me! I'm not exactly sure what she posts there. I think she might be my new agent. Uh oh.

Happy Almost Spring!