Just sayin’… that was some bad shit.

My daughter and I had a discussion about young adults today, how young adults in their 20′s aren’t really doing anything.  Well, they are doing some things, but mostly those things have to do with, well, with stuff.

My daughter recently read this book – The Defining Decade: Why Your Twenties Matter– And How To Make The Most Of Them Now.

“Our “thirty-is-the-new-twenty” culture tells us the twentysomething years don’t matter. Some say they are a second adolescence. Others call them an emerging adulthood. Dr. Meg Jay, a clinical psychologist, argues that twentysomethings have been caught in a swirl of hype and misinformation, much of which has trivialized what is actually the most defining decade of adulthood.

“Drawing from a decade of work with hundreds of twentysomething clients and students, THE DEFINING DECADE weaves the latest science of the twentysomething years with behind-closed-doors stories from twentysomethings themselves. The result is a provocative read that provides the tools necessary to make the most of your twenties, and shows us how work, relationships, personality, social networks, identity, and even the brain can change more during this decade than at any other time in adulthood-if we use the time wisely.” 

So I think this about that.  If our children remain children long into their twenties, we did that.  How did we do that?  Well, I’m going to tell you.

I did some really bad shit at a really young age.  Not blaming anybody, not getting into details, just sayin’…

I wanted my children to experience an actual childhood.  I wanted them to have fun, play, feel supported and protected and secure.  Just be kids being kids.  I mean, I wanted a lot for my kids, I wanted so much I can’t even begin to describe what I wanted, but I knew what I didn’t want.

I didn’t want them to experience the kind of childhood and adolescence I had.  So in a very real sense, I rebelled against my own upbringing and raised them in a reactionary fashion.

I protected them from all that really bad shit.  They did find ways to get into trouble all on their own, but that’s another story.

Anyway, my daughter says the book made so much sense to her that she’s re-evaluating her choices.  Interesting… She’s also sending the book to her sister.  Yee-haw!

 

 

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Why I won’t renew with KDP Select.

I’m now entering a second 90-day period with KDP Select.  I suspect this will be the last for me.  The experiment has been worth it, in terms of getting my work into the hands and minds of new readers.  Giving away many free books kept my books high up in the rankings for a considerable period of time after the free promotion ended and significantly increased my visibility and, more significantly, my sales.

However, with the advent of Amazon’s new ranking algorithm, that advantage has come to an end.  There is no longer a 1-1 ratio between books uploaded as freebies and books sold.  Therefore, your book drops in the rankings quickly as soon as your promotion ends and there is no rebound effect.  The law of diminishing returns…

As I said, KDP Select has been a valuable promotional tool because it made my books visible, i.e., discoverable, to the casual reader.  This is no longer true.

Therefore the value of enrolling in Amazon’s KDP Select program has just been nullified for me.  If I’d known about the change in algorithm before I enrolled for a second 90 day period for all my books, I wouldn’t have bothered.  Instead I’d have made my titles available via multiple outlets, as I did before the advent of KDP Select.

I figured it was too good to last.  But then, most things are.

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Exploring Ecstasy… now that I have your attention…

Tessie Bradford is a dear friend of mine.  She’s been a cheerleader since the day I signed my first contract.  Welcome Tessie!

Thanks so much for having me, Julia!

I’m so excited to announce that three of my books are together in the paperback print anthology titled Exploring Ecstasy! It is available now on amazon:

Exploring Ecstasy

These stories are very different from each other, while sharing extremely important aspects – love, respect, laughter, commitment, and of course, happily ever after! In Possessing Eleanor, I explore my visions of a modern Dom/sub relationship.Pampering Jessica was my 50th birthday present to me and celebrates maturity. Sensations allowed me to take a walk on the wild side.

Possessing Eleanor

Eleanor Lewis is perfectly content with her comfortable, quiet, relationship free life until she finds herself on all fours at the feet of Jackson Royce. Eleanor is stunned by her instant and intense attraction to the power and confidence radiating from the devilishly handsome building contractor. He scrambles her brain and heats her body to the boiling point.

Jackson always trusts his gut instincts. The ultra sexy woman sprawled on the floor is a sexual submissive. How intriguing that the all business, sensible shoe wearing office manager has absolutely no idea? The moment he takes her into his embrace he vows to possess her mind, body and soul.

From their first sizzling encounter, through a whirlwind courtship, Eleanor discovers being possessed by a man who loves her absolutely is what she had been searching for all along.

Pampering Jessica

David has been planning Jessica’s birthday weekend for months. His wife of almost twenty five years is having issues with turning fifty and he vows to do everything in his power to remind her how incredible she is and how much he loves her.

Jessica’s birthday wish is to spend quality alone time with the man of her dreams, her husband. When David presents her with a gold gift bag full of sensual surprises, Jessica is more than eager to enjoy every one of them. What she doesn’t realize is that her husband has much more in store for her special celebration.

Sensations

Vivian Walcourt is completely out of her conservative, sheltered element when she finds herself at an ultra-exclusive adult club. Her free spirited best friend may think she’s in love with one of the owners, but Vivian doesn’t believe in whirlwind courtships.

Paul Landis never imagined the woman who has haunted his dreams for years would walk into his club with his partner’s fiancé. More beautiful than ever, unattached, and worked into a heightened state of horny by the evening’s entertainment, he sweeps her away to experience the very special pleasures found behind the closed doors of Sensations.

Tessie

http://www.tessiebradford.com/

 

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The Best Music Video in the History of the World.

Damn I love that poodle skirt!

My favorite Thriller Flash Mob – Go Philippine prison system!

Apparently the Brits already dress like zombies…

Canadians are unfailingly polite.

When God was handing out talents, looks like he didn’t choose my own people to be his dancers. Of course I’m the exception that proves the rule…

Many thanks to The Red Pen of Doom for the inspiration.

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2 tsp. vanilla

Remember my list?  Well, Penny wanted a post about 2 tsp. vanilla.  Here ya go!

Just before I left for Boston I baked myself a birthday cake because, well, it was my birthday.  I baked a Whiskey Cake since that is the traditional birthday cake – for at least four generations – in my family.  I ate one piece and left the rest for my hubby who was disciplined enough to leave me half the cake, cut into individual slices, in the freezer.  Remember, he left the day before I got home.  So I got to eat a piece every day – there were a couple pieces left when he came home too.

So how does that relate to my list?  I wrote the recipe down from memory and 2 tsp. vanilla and 2 1/2 sticks butter ended up on the list page of my little note pad.

A Whiskey Cake is this moist, tender white cake (you know me, I’m a chocolate girl but I love this cake), leavened with 4 beaten egg whites– so you don’t want to Zumba around the kitchen while the cake is baking.

The frosting is simple – powdered sugar, corn syrup, butter, 4 egg yolks (wouldn’t want to waste the yolks!) and well, yes, whiskey.  A minimum of 4 TBS.  My mom usually tosses in a shot or two or three.  She’d let me taste the frosting when I was a kid, just to make sure she’d added enough whiskey.  Sometimes she used Kentucky Bourbon or Mash, sometimes Scotch, sometimes Jim Beam… depended upon what we had on hand.  I usually grab the Scotch or the Bourbon.

Anyway, after the cake is baked and cooled, you frost it and here’s the best part, drizzle on 2 melted squares of bitter and I do mean, unsweetened, chocolate.  That’s one of the many contrasts that makes this cake a favorite of every single person in our family.

I’d give you the recipe, but that would mean betraying a closely guarded family secret.  Or as my dad says whenever I ask him about his days with the CIC… “If I tell you I’ll have to kill you.”

 

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