Here it is–first correct comment wins Jenny Nelson’s new novel–Georgia’s Kitchen!
“They told me you were dead. They said Dan is dead, but I told ’em no, Dan’s not dead, he would of called me for the funeral.”
Who said this? What movie?
Here it is–first correct comment wins Jenny Nelson’s new novel–Georgia’s Kitchen!
“They told me you were dead. They said Dan is dead, but I told ’em no, Dan’s not dead, he would of called me for the funeral.”
Who said this? What movie?
Great bit of info here for authors–insight into publishing
Not an optimistic take on self-publishing, but I’m going ahead with it…my only choice this point and I’ll make it work!
Okay, this book is fantastic…see below, what you can get if you just mosey on over to Amazon or other links (below) and enter in the contest. If you love women’s fiction of any sort, you’ll love this book. And if you love food (can you love women’s fiction and hate food? I’m sure they’re connected somehow) you’ll dig Georgia’s Kitchen even more.
Georgia’s Kitchen Giant Giveaway!
When you order Georgia’s Kitchen the week of the book’s release and email your receipt to jennynelsonauthor@gmail.com, you’ll be entered to win this fantastic giveaway. (Any bookstore, online store, will do!) Send in your receipt and you could win a basket full of books, magazines and foodie goodies, including:
Everyday Italian by Giada DeLaurentiis
After You by Julie Buxbaum
Super in the City by Daphne Uviller
She’s Gone Country and Flirting with Forty by Jane Porter
Girls in Trucks and Men and Dogs by Katie Crouch
I Loved, I Lost, I Made Spaghetti by Giulia Melucci
Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert
A one-year subscription to either: Food and Wine, Bon Appetit, Fine Cooking or Everyday with Rachael Ray
A $50 gift certificate to Crate & Barrel
Important Links
Details are on her website at: https://www.jennynelsonauthor.com/georgias-kitchen-giant-giveaway/
You can find her on Twitter to Re-Tweet the contest at: www.twitter.com/jennygnelson
Or on Facebook to Fan & Share at: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jenny-Nelson-Georgias-Kitchen/122160801152068
Links to BUY the book:
Amazon: https://search.barnesandnoble.com/Georgias-Kitchen/Jenny-Nelson/e/9781439173336/?itm=8&USRI=jenny+nelson
Okay, Book of the Week—Tuesday Tells it Slant by Holly Christine
This one’s a fantastic story about Tuesday Morning–a woman searching for herself by visiting her past and recognizing where her future lies…
Song of the Week—
You’re Gonna Go Far Kid
by,
Offspring
Well, just listen to it, if you exercise your demons, your fat ass, or just for fun, this one will be a happy addition to your list…
And Finally…Quote of the Week–
“At some point, everyone’s from Lawrenceville”
–William Rencroft
This quote came during a conversation about people who think they’re superior to others. And, in Pittsburgh, everyone knows that somewhere down the line, even the snootiest person is tethered to a gaggle of immigrants who lived ten to a three-room apartment, over a bar, and behind a steel mill.
Well, take away the testosterone, subtract the muscles, and wipe that determined, yet relaxed expression off his face. And, that general “in-shapeness” he’s sporting? Take that away, too and that’s me.
I try. I do.
Here’s the second Chicken Soup book I have a story in this year! For all of you who want to run or already do, there are a hundred stories, many from “real” runners, that are fantastic. And, if you read them and think, “I could have written that,” then do it! Chicken Soup for the Soul is always looking for new perspectives! Anyway, read on and then go run–at least to the refrigerator or bathroom or mailbox. Do something runnerish today.
And if you know me, please buy one. Give it away, leave it in a coffee shop, give it to the homeless, offer it to your local RIF program, but please, buy one. Because you love me.
No, that’s not a euphemism ala Governor Sanford (SC) who “hiked the Appalachian Trail.” I’m not having an affair, but I am going to self-publish one of my novels. And, really it feels a little the same. Not that I would know. Really, I wouldn’t.
Part of me is a little sad to self-publish, to not have my novel traditionally legitimized, but mostly, I’m sure it’s the right thing to do. I will submit the novel I’m nearly finished revising to my agent very soon, so I don’t feel like I’m chopping off my right arm–the self-published novel is not my only book, and hey, I know it will sell. So, there it is, off into the wild world. Or it will be soon…
So, while my blog in the past has meandered and spiked and fallen like Governor Sandford’s Appalachian trail hike, I’ve decided that I will focus much of my blog on the path to self-publication. Not that I won’t hit on current events-both mine and those of the rich and famous, but mostly, I’ll report on the self-publishing thing. And some other shit along the way.
“Every successful man has a clawing, bitch of a wife.”
–anonymous friend in Brueggers
Hmmm. Discuss.
Okay, I’ll discuss.
Is this true?
Don’t look at me. I’m as sweet as a wife can be.
To help you muse about it, listen to Elvis’ Can’t Help Falling In Love With You and then get back to me.
One more point to consider:
1. there’s a difference between a “bitchy wife,” and “a bitch of a wife.”
It seems the bitch of a wife brings out the bitch like a tool and knows when to use it. A bitchy wife is like a whiny child. Not effective at getting what she wants, but carrying the stigma of bitch around with her anyway–wears bitchy like a coat rather than stowing the bitch away in her coat pocket for just that right moment.
Again, I wouldn’t know.
Today’s my sister’s birthday and also the release date for my story that will appear in…
I chose this as my day to jump back into blogging and I look forward to talking with everyone again! Buy the book, give it to someone you love and don’t forget to thank your dad–he’ll love you for it.
So it’s hot, muggy, the kids are in bed or if you’re childless, your work is finished and you’re ready to relax.
Grab a beer, head out back, settle into the Adirondack, and let some Allman Brothers’ Soul Shine rain all over you. You won’t be disappointed.
Let me know what happens when do you…
The Basketball Chronicles:
Just to update everyone on the basketball saga, I will say, there has been some improvement made. Does Jake’s team (Penn State they’re called) threaten to demolish the post-season hopes of North Carolina or Syracuse? No. Of course the answer’s no.
Fox Chapel’s own Syracuse and North Carolina play like men and though Jake now throws around a bit of defense and can pass the ball to his own teammates, Syracuse and N.C. are safe in the promise they’ll be playing each other in the championship game.
But, it was funny last night. Penn State did not dazzle Syracuse with blinding skill and full-court presses, but they did manage to confuse the ‘Cuse with their inability to play. It was quite funny. I was actually howling at one point watching Sryacuse become frustrated with their lack of performance–they were utterly stymied by Penn State’s clumsiness, awkward shots, and defense that actually resembles linebackers on a quarterback more than smooth, slick, takeaways more commonly seen in B-ball. Who knew being bad could be so powerful?
Not to get too sidetracked, Syracuse still kicked their asses, but hey, baby steps and all that.
The Bob Chronicles:
So you’re wondering what Bob the dog is up to? Well, he escaped his death this week–sentenced by Bill and pardoned by me. Bob is a big puppy, but as it happens with kids all the time, the bigger the kid, the more adults expect from them. Bill forgot for a while that his dog is a PUPPY! His biggest area of trouble is not with the typical puppy things–eating furniture, shoes, people, crapping in the house, peeing on the hardwoods, pulling on the leash and whatnot–no, his claim to bad-behavior fame is that he loves to eat paper. Toilet paper, copy paper, mail (which I’m not totally opposed to as I hate the mail)…the list goes on. We have paper in places that I apparently ignore until we trace the trail back to the counter that Bob is too small to get up to…uh, that was last week. He’s big and is gaining access to paper in new and better ways each day. Maybe he’s actually a reincarnated best-selling author who just needs to get his story out, damn-it! Next up in the Bob Chronicles? Bob and his brother (his real dog brother) hump each other while my kids and his brother’s owner’s kids watch, offering commentary on just what it is they’re seeing. Stay tuned.
The Burgler Chronicles:
You didn’t know there was a set of burgler chronicles, did ya? Well there is and it’s taking Oakmont by storm. How could we possibly have people here who might want to take things that are not theirs? Oh, the humanity. The townspeople are going ape-shit over the intruders.
Don’t get me wrong. I lock my door when I walk the dog, now. I lock the door when I leave and when I’m in the house (the perps are entering homes with the owners there, burgling right under their noses). And, I’ve put on my best Nancy Drew hat and have taken to the neighborhood, watching, and waiting and spying on anyone who drives past my house and looks a little odd, or not odd enough.
And I’m not the only one. My neighbor prefers to refer to herself as more Cagney and Lacy than Nancy Drew, but the point is, people are sneaking around, watching people as they’re watching people….and on it goes. Yes, Cagney up the street actually spotted a stranger in the hood and forced her husband to follow him while she called the coppers. Turns out hubby was following a plain-clothed cop. LOVE IT!!!!
We’ve got a tail on a greenish-blue pickup truck taking the bends perfectly around the circle, very, very suspicious. And, stranger than anything, I spotted a woman in yoga pants, no walkman/ipod, a black hat ,and black pea-coat. That is not normal exercise attire. I’m sorry it just isn’t. She’s on the list, baby. We’re watchin’ the hood and takin’ names so keep your distance. Hahahahaha.
That is it for now…