In this blog I celebrate being 50+ To hell with hot flashes! I certainly didn't feel that way a few years ago when I was in the throes of it so now I'm searching for resources to share that shed some light on, or even make light of menopause. I will highlight books specifically focusing on that crazy time of life euphemistically referred to as 'the change'. I invite authors to email a synopsis of their books and readers to send me reviews. Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Monday, 21 January 2013
Mental Pause - Cover Reveal and Chapter 4 (excerpt)
Drumroll please!! After a lot of soul searching, re-reading many passages, input from amazing friends, colleagues and family and six sets of designs painstakingly created by my amazing designer Graham Booth, I have finally chosen the cover for Mental Pause!
I feel that the design I finally chose is a nice representation of the split personality that Abbie is dealing with... her contemplative, sweet self is somewhere in the shadows trying to figure it all out, while the outward persona becomes crazier and more unhinged as the story unfolds. Even her lipstick matches the background color and her red shirt matches the title! Abbie is even sporting the dark roots like she complains about on a couple of different occasions. I hope it captures the essence of the novel and, more importantly, entices people to buy it! I've written a little more about cover design when self-publishing on my other blog so feel free to give it a read.
In the meantime, here's an excerpt from Chapter 4!
Mental Pause - Chapter 4 (excerpt)
The chairs were like the biggest, most
comfortable lazy boys you’ve ever seen in your life.Abbie sat in the middle one, with Rachel and
Joan on either side, eyes closed, feet soaking luxuriously in a warm, bubbly footbath
attached to each chair. The chairs had built-in roller massagers that could be
adjusted to whatever pressure and speed your heart desired. Abbie had hers set on slow
and steady. It rolled from the base of her spine, over her butt cheeks, and
made its delicious way, pulsating along the muscles that flanked her spine up
to her neck and shoulders, pausing on the base of her skull, where it vibrated
gently, and then started its happy journey back down.
squeezed the hands of her two best friends… one she had known forever and one
who had just entered her life, just at the right time. She hadn’t had a second
of irritation, or one irrational thought for at least a couple of hours. She
wished she could bottle this feeling and take it out whenever she needed it.
squeezed back. “You know, if the rest of your family is anything like Winston,
you’re a very lucky lady.”
are,” Rachel replied for her. “Both boys are charmers and Conrad is as solid as
the rock of Gibraltar.”
I guess I am…” Abbie didn’t want to talk about her family. She wanted to pretend
the only person she was responsible for was herself… just for a few hours. She
felt the irritation rising and swallowed it back.
feels heavenly,” she changed the subject. “I can’t remember the last time I had
I started having them regularly after my husband and I split up,” said Joan. “I
figured if I was going to be out on the singles scene again I’d better get fit.
And, have pretty toes. You know, the important stuff… like smooth legs because
you never know when you’re going to be rubbing them up and down someone else’s!”
Joan ran her tongue along her upper lip. Rachel laughed.
I started doing a little regular pampering after I met Joan in our singles
group,” she added, smoothing down her newly highlighted hair. “She made me
realize that if I was going to survive as a single mother I had to find a way
to relax once in a while. It’s actually easier now that Todd has the kids every
other weekend and next week they’ll be with him for the summer.I’ll be a free woman!”
make it sound almost appealing,” said Abbie wistfully.
I miss them like crazy but I’ve gotta make the best of it.”
you mind me asking, how long have you been separated, Joan?” Abbie swished her
feet in the footbath as the three technicians took their places on the stools
at their feet.
I don’t mind at all… as you heard from my phone call yesterday from my
‘husband’, he’s dragging his feet on the divorce but we’ve been separated almost
six months now,” Joan shook her head and let out an exasperated sigh. “His lack
of cooperation has made it really difficult for both of us. I guess I can
understand. It was shocking for him when I finally came out of the closet, and
it’s really sent him for a loop.” Joan picked out a deep red nail color from
the tray of polish the nail tech held out towards her.