Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Time Management Sucks... or Time Suck Management

Either one works, right?

There are so many aspects to authoring it's not even funny, but the worst one is deciding the priorities and how to best manage them, right?

Number one priority should be the actual writing, yes?  But what do you do when you've written yourself into a corner and you need to re-think what you're writing?  The answer to that is a myriad of things.

Marketing and promotion should be the second priority of any writer, right?  But what is a good use of time?  Is it updating your pinterest board to reflect all your muses and inspirations?  Getting that playlist up-to-date on Youtube so people can listen to the songs that inspired the book while they're reading it?  Getting the word out about the book on social media like facebook and instagram?  Re-doing your website so people can find you easier?  Figuring out that new platform so you can find NEW readers?  Networking and making friends in the hopes they can help you out in the future or answer questions you have?  That requires actually being there for them, as well.  Oh yeah!  There's also that new cross-promo giveaway that you're involved in that needs pimping so you're pulling your weight.  And the blog-hop, Bookstagrammers, bloggers, paid promo, ad nauseum.  Oh and don't forget to change your keywords periodically so you can stay on top of all the searches and lists at the various sales outlets.  I still haven't figured out what that falls under.

It's overwhelming, to say the least.

And on top of it all, it's a new year, and everyone is talking about the things they are changing for 2018.  The NEW you for the new year.

Everyone is also talking about words for 2018.  Success, drive, and Publish are all words I've heard bandied about for the WORD TO DESCRIBE 2918.  By my own definition of success (2016) I am successful, so that can't be my word this year.  I'm definitely already driven, since I've tasted my own success and it's very validating and I want more of it.  Publish is a word that isn't special to me in particular, as it's what I do.  It's not a milestone, it's just a thing that happens when the rest of my world is falling into place.

So that leaves me to the word I've decided is mine for this year:  Focus.  Focus for these moments when I'm at a standstill with my writing and need other stuff to do besides mindlessly surfing facebook.

That means I need a schedule and a plan so I won't just be wandering aimlessly through the internet looking for something productive to do.  This is going to take some time for me to develop the right habits of productivity.  I'd like to do a series of blog posts about this, as well as my progress, but I'm not sure it will last beyond January fifteenth, the date that kills most of my goals for the new year.

So in an effort to make this a more focused post, here's some info about my release coming in January.  It's only up for preorder on Amazon and iBooks.

Boy meets girl. It’s the way romances usually begin . . . and while we all love a happy ending, it’s the #MeetCute that wins our hearts.

How did you two meet?

The #MeetCute Books each have a unique answer to that query. Some might make you swoon, others might make you giggle . . . and some may make you blush.

Twelve authors. Twelve stand-alone contemporary romance novels. Twelve stories that will make your heart beat a little faster.

Because it’s all about the #MeetCute.  Check out all the books here:  https://tawdrakandle.com/books-2/meetcute-books/

My contribution to this is Fortune's Kiss and it started out a bit autobiographical.  I had to change a bit for the sake of interest, but it's a fun story about fate with a little magic.

When London was fifteen, a fortune teller told her she would meet her soul mate on June 23rd. The only problem is, which June 23rd? The woman wasn’t specific and only called him her dreamer. Desperate to find her mystery man eleven years later, London sets out to search for him but is waylaid by a mugger instead.
Elliot has had his eye on the woman who jogs past the park where he coaches his nephew’s baseball team for the past month. When he’s the first responder for a mugging victim on June 23rd, she’s barely conscious. She’s the woman tattooed on his chest. He’s seen her in his dreams and has been drawing her for years.
They’ll both sound crazy if they reveal their secrets, but they can’t stay away from each other. Elliot has priorities, promises made to his late sister. London’s trying to live a more intentional existence instead of waiting for everything to fall in her lap.
Can they fulfill the destiny predicted by the fortune teller? Or will fate be undone?

Thursday, November 30, 2017

Hitch Pierce Securities #8 #NewRelease

Hitch is here!  Book eight in the Pierce Securities series.

Amber Banks has her sights set on a fresh start at the Austin Police Department after a disastrous stint in her hometown. All she wants is to be a good cop and get the validation that goes with it. If she can get away from Dex, everything would be so much simpler. But her mama always told her nothing good ever came easy.

Dex Hollerman has just retired from the force and is trying to fit in with the guys he knows so well at Pierce Securities, only now, he’s on their side for a change. With Simon’s weird edicts hanging over his head, and his inability to get the woman who was made for cop porn fantasies out of his head, it’s a struggle.

There’s a mad gunman blowing up exploding targets in downtown Austin putting a hitch in their plans, so can they get past this crazy attraction to work together?

Or will it be their downfall?

Excerpt:  He tiptoed to the carport, ignoring the fact he was in boxers and nothing else. Nobody was looking his way. He could see Mrs. Noble peering out her window, trying to crane her neck sideways.
Dex knew he’d heard someone in his carport—knocking over a trashcan—and it probably had everything to do with the explosion, but there wasn’t anyone there now. With a grunt, he turned to go back inside and put on some pants before going across the street to help over there.
His door was locked.
Looking down at himself, Dex rolled his eyes.
He had a gun and was out in his underwear at the scene of an explosion, probably similar to the explosions that had been rocking downtown Austin. Yeah. That wasn’t suspicious at all.
Sirens screamed in the distance. Dex didn’t have bushes around his house because that would be the perfect place for burglars and home invaders to hide. Of course, now he needed a place to hide. He looked over at his neighbor’s yard.
Somebody else’s bushes would have to do.
Twenty minutes later, he was still in the Lockhart’s bushes when Mr. Lockhart left for work. He ducked down further, hoping the enormous, red-tipped Photinia shrubs would hide him sufficiently.
When Mr. Lockhart left, another car pulled up—another police car. There were already three, plus the arson investigator’s truck. But this car was special. Dex knew it before she even got out of it. The number stenciled on the side of it meant it was her car.
Amber’s car.
She got out and stood there, looking over the roof of the car. Bracing her hand on her forehead against the sun, she did a slow perusal of the neighborhood. Dex’s thighs were burning from squatting in the bushes for so long, but he managed to shift so he was on his knees and could see her better. But something about his movements had her zeroing in on him.
“Hey!” She started walking over, hand on her piece. “Stand up! Hands in the air!” Her voice was authoritative, with an edge of something. Not fear. Nope. But something darker than authority. It was a turn-on, but Dex wouldn’t let his brain go there, not while she couldn’t see him, and he was nothing short of a threat to her.
He knew he’d been busted, and there wasn’t really any way out of this. Maybe she would show some pity on him and let him get some pants.
Holding his hands up in the air, he stood slowly, his gun dangling from one finger by the trigger guard.
“Oh, for the love of God,” she muttered when he came into view. He could only imagine what he looked like. “Are you even wearing clothes?” Standing in the bushes, she couldn’t see he was not in fact wearing clothes. She gestured for him to throw the gun, and he complied, tossing it at her feet. Lips pressed into a thin line, she holstered her weapon, levelling him with a glare. She was pissed as hell. Pissed as she was, though, Amber stared at his chest, mouth agape, eyes wide. A strange thrill went through him, a definite sense of pride. Dex would not have gotten this reaction from her with his old body.
“My Haines.” Dex tried a grin and managed a small one. Her anger was helping with his discomfort, but only, like, an iota. Surely, he’d laugh at this someday. Right now, all he could think about was the fact he would for sure be the talk of the task force tomorrow morning.
“Alright. Turn around and put your hands on your head.” She reached for the cuffs at her back, and Dex’s cock inappropriately jumped and strained.
“Why are you cuffing me?” Even though he was doing exactly what she said.
“You are at the scene of a crime in very suspicious circumstances. You turned up in my investigation yesterday, and now this. And if nothing else, you are in violation of a code or two, Austin or not.”
“Keep it weird,” he muttered as she cuffed him, none too gently. Still, the erection tented the front of his boxer briefs. “Let me take you to dinner sometime.” It was worth a shot. She had relented and given him her name.
But the scoff she let out told him he was pushing his luck. Still she had him in cuffs, and his mind was going places. Oh, the places …
She led him across the street and when they got to her car, he turned on her. Her eyes widened when she got a look at his bulge.
“I live right there. Someone was in my carport and I was checking it out when the explosion happened. I locked myself out and have been outside ever since.” His explanation did nothing.
“Great. Get in the car.”
“You’re detaining me?”
“I’m securing my crime scene. Get the fuck in the car.”
When she opened the door, he allowed her to tuck his head in as he folded his bulky frame into the vehicle. His erection needed an adjustment, but he didn’t think she would go for it. Instead, he just hoped it would wilt on its own.
But she’d cuffed him.
He shouldn’t be so aroused by that, but he couldn’t help himself.

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Website/newsletter/blog: www.anneconley.com

Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the past several years. Currently, she has four romance series. In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human. In Pierce Securities, she gives us Ryan, Evan, Miriam, Zack, Quinten, and Simon. Her newest series, Book B!tches, is all about a group of women in Mystic, Texas who get into all sorts of shenanigans. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.


Craze, book one in the Pierce Securities series, is FREE

Wire, book two, is only .99!

Thursday, October 19, 2017

So, I haven't been blogging like I've wanted to.  I had such great plans for regular posts and such, but as is always the case, life has gotten in the way.  I haven't even been writing.

Last week alone, I lost my glasses, broke my laptop, and had to deal with a LOT of stuff with my son at school.  The week before that, I'd gotten the dollar amount for my kids' (yes, both of them) teeth--braces, extractions, the works.  PLUS, my daughter is going on a school trip to Washington DC that I truly can't afford, but have bowed to the pressure of the matriarch (i.e. my mother told me to do it.).  In essence, I applied for my first credit card in fifteen years to pay for everything and I'm pissed off as hell about it.

So, writing has totally gone on the back burner.  When I didn't have my laptop, I couldn't even do marketing things, or thoroughly check my numbers like I like to do.

Being out of the loop for so long, it's taking a bit to get back into it.  I DID manage to outline some stuff in a notebook, as well as work on a photo shoot with the amazing photographer and models I've used in the past.  However, today, the first day of the rest of my life, I was sucked into facebook.

So here we go.  I'm about to watch Poldark with my handy dandy notebook in hand to see if I can work on a list to get my shit together.  The kids are out for a three-day weekend that I don't know what to do with them on.  We have the biggest festival of the year in town and I can't afford to take them.

And I was talking about a vacation a couple of weeks ago.  How hilarious that all seems right now.

Monday, October 9, 2017


Duuuuudes... I have never put these books on sale like this, and am not likely to do it again for a while.  I'm having a bit of a hard time getting the word out, so here it is.


Power of Love

Amazon:  http://amzn.to/2xtX5nR
Amazon UK:  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01G2SIT0Q

Welcome to Mystic, Texas, where the past stays alive in more ways than one.

Vanessa Power, a budding Indie Romance author, believes the town is calling her name, being the new life and fresh start she’s craving. She’s met an amazing group of women who have a regular book club, reading only Indie Authors. Unfortunately, her new house is in worse shape than she thought and holds more mysteries than she’s prepared for. And then there’s the handyman.

Linc Ward holds more mysteries than her house and the town combined, with a past he won’t reveal in a package which is built for nothing short of sin. 

Linc is captivated by his new boss, the only person in town who will give him a job, but only because she doesn’t know he’s an ex-con. Can he keep his past locked away, while at the same time indulging in his fantasies with the pleasantly curvy and deliciously sexy Vanessa? Probably not.

They are both looking for a new start in life. Will they be able to find it together? Or will something sinister keep them apart?

Master of Love is .99 
Amazon: http://amzn.to/2g5hUmX
Amazon UK:  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01N3BAX8B

Tiffany Masters is desperate for a fresh start after the loss of her husband. Landing in Mystic, she soon learns the town has as many secrets as she does. The local book club, The Book B!tches, gives her the courage to be herself without worrying about adult things, like bills, parenting, and supper. However, her new boss may be more than she can handle.

Nick takes pride in his business. Being the only bar owner in town has its challenges, the biggest being his new employee. Tiffany’s a fireball—sexy as hell, with a temper to match—and off-limits. She’s got kids; he’s been there, done that, didn’t care to get the t-shirt.

When their heated attraction sparks a spat, the sheriff gives them an ultimatum: settle their shit or go to jail. He’s got a crime to solve—a woman’s dead, Wren’s still missing, and there’s another possible victim.

Mystic may have a serial killer on the loose.

Monday, September 18, 2017

Zack was an asshole. No, really...

So, a lot of you know that Seek is Zack's story.  For those of you not familiar, I've been writing this story since I started the Pierce Securities series.  He was initially book three, and he didn't come, so I moved him back to book four.  I kept bumping him back until he ended up being book seven.  SEVEN!  There weren't even initially seven books planned for this series.

What happened?

My brain happened.

So, if you've read the Pierce series, you know Zack is visually impaired.  I have a cousin who is also visually impaired, and so I bought him a twelve pack of beer, invited him over, and interviewed him.

My cousin is a funny guy, so I warned him I would be basing some characteristics off him for Zack as well.  You know.  This is a writer thing, giving characters flaws, humor, quirks, stuff like that.  It makes for interesting stories yes?

Well, Zack's story was crap.  I wrote it.  I sent it to some critique partners, and they ripped it to shreds.  Like.  to.  shreds.  It was awful.

In my own form, I put it away and worked on something else.  I wrote some more Pierce Securities, I wrote another series, and meanwhile, my cousin is telling the WORLD I'm writing "his book", like it's a biography or something.  *sigh*

I told him to quit doing that.  I had to tell my husband to quit referring to it that way, as "his" book, all of it.  It got to where I couldn't even think about Zack or Seek or this fracking book in any way, shape, or form.  I had my brother calling with advice and he doesn't even read my books.

It just got to where everybody knew I was writing it, and everyone had something to say about it, and NOTHING worked with what I had going on inside my head.  From my critique partners, to my family, to random strangers emailing for this book in particular, EVERYONE wanted a piece of it.

And I have no idea what happened.  It was like I just woke up one morning with the solution, and I fixed it.  Seek happened.  I was so nervous when I sent it out again, because I was afraid the feedback would cripple me again, and I'd be stuck again and have to start all over.

But no.  For some reason, this time it all worked the way it was supposed to.

And Seek finally came along.

Yay.  And now I never want to see Zack again.  So I sent him off to Pamona Gulch, and he won't make another appearance until the epilogue of Echo.  Because he's just such an asshole.

If you haven't read his story yet, and you're interested, you can find it here:  http://www.anneconley.com/pierce-securities