Posted by: selenafulton | April 22, 2015

Vision Boards and Retreats

Earlier this month, I went on a retreat with my local writing chapter. We were doing vision boards, and here’s mine.

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I love doing vision boards, and this one is no exception. It’s more than cutting out pictures and gluing them onto a board. It’s where you place them, using positive images and words.

Another thing I did on the retreat, other than fellowship with some amazing authors and friends, is went sight seeing. Who says a writer retreat is all work and no fun? I always try to take my own pictures for my blogs, and this one turned out amazing.

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I named it ‘reflections’. What do you think?

Posted by: selenafulton | March 25, 2015

Waiting on Spring

All winter, I’ve waited on spring, my favorite season. The cold, dark days of winter draw to end, and the riot of color tells me spring has arrived. It is a time of hope and rebirth. Even spring showers do not dampen my spirit. Everything is now shiny and new again!

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This week is another sort of waiting game for me, but soon, I will know the outcome. One way or another. I finished the revisions of book 2 of my fairy tale series, and I am waiting for my beta reader to get back to me so I can send to my editor.

And Thursday, the calls and emails will go out to the finalists of the Golden Heart and RITA awards, contests put on by the Romance Writers of America. The RITA is for published authors only, and this was the first time I was eligible. So you can bet I did!

So Thursday morning, I will say a prayer for all those writers who entered both contests. It will be a grand day for some. They will receive “the call” and squeal with joy. But many others will be sad. They may cry. Get angry. Eat chocolate.

In the end, because they are writers, they will draw in a big breath, get back on their computers, and keep working.

We write…because we must.

How do you celebrate spring?

Posted by: selenafulton | March 12, 2015

Procrastinating and more…

I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I’ve been deeply immersed in revisions. Right now, I’m procrastinating…sort of. I mean, I need to keep up my blog. I need to make my online presence known, but I also need to finish my edits.

It feels like I’m procrastinating when I work on my social media platform.

Well…now you know where I’ve been, so I must get back to finishing my revisions. Can’t wait to hit SEND! What are you doing today?

Posted by: selenafulton | February 8, 2015

Blog Hop on Sunday

Just in time for Valentines Day. I’m participating on a scavenger hunt with Coffee Time Romance.

As a romance author, I love Valentines Day. What writer doesn’t love chocolate? Flowers? Etc.? I am knee deep in revisions for my next book, but stopping in to say hello to all of you.

Tell me about your favorite Valentines Day, and what made it so special. The lucky commenter will receive a pair of handmade earrings, by moi. Red, of course. Here’s a pic.

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Oh! You wanted something? Hmm? Here’s the next clue. Have fun, and I’ll announce the winner on my blog on February 12th. Here’s the link. http://coffeetimeromance.com/CoffeeThoughts/

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Please welcome Alicia Dean where she talks about her latest release. Welcome Alicia!

I’m excited to share my latest release from The Wild Rose Press on what would have been Elvis’ eightieth birthday. ‘End of Lonely Street’ is a Vintage Romance Short Story set in 1957, in the era when Elvis first burst on the scene. Like my heroine in the story, I am a diehard Elvis fan. (As you probably figured out, Itook the title from a line in Heartbreak Hotel, which was Elvis’ first million selling record).

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Check out End of Lonely Street and enter to win GREAT prizes…

GIVEAWAY: – Entries accepted from January 8, 2015 through noon on January 22, 2015

Three prizes –

Elvis Gift Basket including DVD, CD, plus more

$25 Amazon Gift Card

$10 Amazon Gift Card

First place winner has first choice, second place winner has second choice, third place winner receives remaining prize.

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Blurb:

Can she let go of the past, before it destroys her future?

All Toby Lawson wanted was to go to college to pursue her dream of becoming a teacher and to be free of her alcoholic mother and the painful memories of finding her and the guy Toby loved kissing. But when her mother nearly burns the house down, Toby must put her dreams on hold and return home to care for her. The only time she isn’t lonely and miserable is when she’s listening to her heartthrob, Elvis Presley. His music takes her away, helps her escape from everything wrong in her life.

Noah Rivers has always loved Toby, but no matter what he says, and even though she knows her mother initiated the kiss, and that he didn’t kiss her back, she can‘t seem to get past what happened. He soon realizes that the true problem lies in Toby’s belief that she’s not good enough for him and in her fear that she will be just like her mother.

What will it take to prove to her that she deserves to be happy, and that he would give anything to be the man to make her dreams come true?

 

Excerpt:

 

Chapter One

Mapleton, Tennessee, November, 1957

Toby Lawson closed her eyes and shut out all sounds of the diner, except for Elvis Presley’s voice. He was crooning about how she was the only one for him…no matter where he went or what he did… he’d spend his whole life loving her…

Rough hands landed on her waist and shattered the fantasy. She caught a whiff of hair tonic and too much cologne, and she snapped her eyes open. Wes Markham’s hateful face replaced the image of Elvis’ beautiful, crooked smile and smoldering blue eyes.

“Let me go.” She gritted her teeth, keeping her voice low. If her boss, Mr. Winstead, knew there was trouble on account of her, he’d explode. He’d barely let her have the job in the first place. Everyone in Mapleton knew the Lawson women were trouble.

Toby gripped his right wrist with one hand, tightening her hold on the utensils she held in the other. “I said let me go. Now!”

She shoved against him, but he didn’t budge.

He pulled her tighter. “Your momma’s a whole lot friendlier than you are. They say the apple don’t fall far from the tree, so how’s about you cut the pretense and we go someplace quiet? Winstead won’t miss you for a few minutes.”

Her cheeks heated. She didn’t dare look around. No doubt the customers were watching, listening. Elvis had stopped singing and everyone in the place could hear what he’d said about her mother. It wasn’t like they didn’t all know, though. Constance Lawson hadn’t exactly kept her escapades a secret.

Toby clenched her teeth and brandished the utensils. She spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “Release me this instant, or I swear, you’ll be pulling this steak knife out of your eyeball.”

He held her gaze for a split second, then gave a laugh that was somewhere between nervous and furious. “Sure, sure. Okay.” He released her and stepped back. “I was just foolin’ around anyway. I got better things to do with my time than waste it on a used up chick like you.”

Muffled laughter rose around her. Oh God, she could crawl into a hole.

“How about you apologize to the lady, then beat it?”

Toby whirled at the male voice. Noah Rivers stood behind her, looking handsome and sharp in his police uniform—even with his dark hair in the military buzz cut. Her knees weakened, and tingles swept over her skin. She swallowed against the sudden dryness in her throat. She’d heard he was back, but hadn’t seen him until now. And what a time to have a reunion.

*** 10% of all of Alicia Dean’s net royalties for End of Lonely Street will go to

The Elvis Presley Charitable Foundation (http://www.elvis.com/about-epe/giving.aspx) ***

Alicia Dean lives in Edmond, Oklahoma. She has three grown children and a huge network of supportive friends and family. She writes mostly contemporary suspense and paranormal, but has also written in other genres, including a few vintage historicals.

Other than reading and writing, her passions are Elvis Presley, MLB, NFL (she usually works in a mention of one or all three into her stories) and watching her favorite televisions shows like Vampire Diaries, Justified, Sons of Anarchy, Haven, The Mindy Project, and Dexter (even though it has sadly ended, she will forever be a fan). Some of her favorite authors are Michael Connelly, Dennis Lehane, Lee Child, Lisa Gardner, Sharon Sala, Jordan Dane, Ridley Pearson, Joseph Finder, and Jonathan Kellerman…to name a few.

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Find Alicia here:

Website: http://aliciadean.com/

Blog: http://aliciadean.com/alicias-blog/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008364070487

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/Alicia_Dean_

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/aliciamdean/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/468339.Alicia_Dean

Thanks for coming, Alicia! Happy sales!

Posted by: selenafulton | December 28, 2014

Brainfood

Well, not really.

When I write, I have either my coffee by my side, or a tall glass of water. But sometimes, you need a little brain food. Something to chew on while you ponder a thought, or a scene.

Sometimes my choice is chocolate. But right now it’s peppermint candy. Fun fact: Did you know if you eat a peppermint while you have gum in your mouth, the gum disappears?

Hmm, something else to ponder. What do YOU like to have by your desk while you work?

Posted by: selenafulton | December 27, 2014

Winding to a close…

Christmas is now a thing of the past, and we are lumbering forward to the end of 2014. For me, it’s been quite the roller coaster ride. A death in the family, a major injury with rehab for another. But after signing two contracts to write a total of four books, I’ve been a very busy girl.

Two releases this year, two more to write! Lot’s to smile about!

So, please forgive me. I’m sorry I haven’t posted for a while. I’ve been in Edit Mode, trying to get my next book ready for my editor. So, please be patient with me. I will post again soon.

Happy New Year!!

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I woke up this morning and smiled. My newest book, Like A Bad Penny, is out today. It’s like having Christmas. And to make the event even sweeter, it’s on sale this morning. Here’s the link:

http://www.wildrosepublishing.com/maincatalog_v151/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=195&products_id=5957

I’m not sure why Amazon has listed the price break yet. But here’s their link also:

http://www.amazon.com/Like-Bad-Penny-Selena-Fulton/dp/1628306254/ref=asap_B008EE7WPU_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1417623450&sr=1-3

Still, an exciting day!

Posted by: selenafulton | November 30, 2014

November, Thanksgiving, and a Goodbye to a sweet kitty

I woke this morning to the red flashing lights of the fire truck and rescue unit across the street from us. It reminded me how fragile life is. As if I needed reminding.

November is the month of Thanksgiving. Everywhere you go, people announce what they are thankful for. On this last day of November, I will post mine.

I am thankful for my normally good health, for my friends and family who love me.

But this has been a crazy week. Of course, Thanksgiving marks the beginning of the holidays, with the crazy shopping frenzies, visiting family, and all the other things associated with the holidays. But this year, mine was different.

Our family pet died yesterday.

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Snowflake was our Christmas kitty, and we got her fifteen years ago, still a baby on wobbly legs. In fact, we didn’t turn on the Christmas lights that year, because she was constantly climbing up inside the tree. She climbed inside the couch too, a tiny paw came through the crack in the seat. You never knew where she would be.

She was always small, but no puff ball – all muscle and her reactions stuck on go, but she was afraid of rain on the roof and would run and hide until the storm was over. She loved to play in the water, constantly jumping in the tub and insisting we leave the water running in a trickle for her.

No longer will I see that sweetie each morning, greeting me with her chirpie little purr. No more little wet footprints on my carpet. No longer will I have to guard my morning cup of coffee. (She especially liked it black.) She had different meows for different reasons, and seemed to understand what we were saying. Her world was the inside of this house, and if a lizard was foolish enough to wander into her territory, she’d pounce on it with glee. This was her home, and she was purrfectly content.

We miss you, baby kitty.

Posted by: selenafulton | November 15, 2014

How does it feel to type THE END?

This has been quite a year. I received two different contracts for a total of four books. I’ve edited two books while writing a third. I’ve had one release day already, and have another one coming in less than 3 weeks. I’ve been a busy girl! And I couldn’t be happier!

So imagine how I felt this week when I finally typed the words THE END.

I was elated. Happy. Scared. I knew it was time to mail to my editor. But I hesitated, my heart jumping madly in my chest, adrenalin pumping through my veins.

How do I feel when I type THE END? I know I will have edits, but I’m already looking ahead to the horizon. Now I can begin something bright and new and shiny. My new novel is already forming in my mind.

Because a writer never stops writing.

 

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