tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749687026996070432024-03-04T20:44:49.892-08:00Janet Eckford's Literary WonderlandWitty ramblings and salacious prose.Janet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-60841964037697612672013-10-08T18:34:00.001-07:002013-10-08T18:34:14.025-07:00I've moved!!!Hello My Lovelies!<br />
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I've decided to take the plunge and move my blog to another <a href="http://janeteckford.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">site</a>. Eventually I'm going to get my act together and have a website created. Until then, check out what I've done and continue to visit and shower me with your adoration.<br />
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JanetJanet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-48014305621577494652013-09-24T20:45:00.001-07:002013-10-03T01:03:37.337-07:00Self Care AdventureHello Sweets!<br>
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My very dear friend <a href="http://www.alexismarbach.com/2013/09/the-self-care-adventure-series-30-days-of-wholehearted-self-love-and-self-care/" target="_blank">Alexis Marbach</a> has embarked on what she has coined “The Self-Care Adventure Series: 30 days of wholehearted self-love” and has encouraged a group of us near and dear to her heart to join in the fun. When I first got the email, I'll be honest, I let out a sigh. One of those fully expanded diaphragm sighs. I just couldn't see myself fitting in with the group on this one. I don't do yoga (too much breathing), I don't like to run (unless it's for my life), and nature gives me hives (no seriously, I have some major allergies). When I'm seeking out self care it usually involves alcohol, sex, and some other vice that won't get me arrested. I started to picture my comments in the email chain or posts on FB or even the guest blog I might have done on Alexis blog and I giggled manically. Too say the least, all of my thoughts were inappropriate (self-love is in the title...I mean clearly).<br>
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I was so tickled by my imaginary scenarios that I almost dismissed participating at all, but I eventually gave it some thought. Although I've been extremely busy in the last few years with job changes and career additions I have found a constant form of self care for myself, writing. As most of you know, I use a pen name because having to explain 1) I don't write porn (if I did I wouldn't need two jobs), 2) sexuality should not be co-oped by men (women actually do enjoy it quite a bit...when done properly), and 3) Let me be great! With my alter ego I've made new and fabulous friends and participated in activities that have helped me grow personally and professionally. Most importantly, I've realized that each time I put my smexy ideas down on paper I'm participating in a form of self care. My imagination has always been an outlet for me, and even if some of the little stories I scribble may never leave the confines of my computer storage, I did something for the sole purpose of making ME happy.<br>
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Now, I don't know how active I'll be in this 30 day adventure of self-care (come on Alexis, only so much can be expected from one like myself) but instead of sighing when I think about it, I instead smile and know I'm doing my part.<br>
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JanetJanet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-16610176189692241622013-09-13T00:00:00.000-07:002013-09-13T06:49:17.628-07:00Lucky CharmsHappy Friday the 13th!<br>
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There are some that may not view this day as one of great joy, but as I made my entrance into the world on one, I find each Friday the 13th as a cause for celebration. I've tried to keep the practice of providing you, my lovely audience, with a short little ditty that delves into the creepier aspect of this most glorious day. I'd even had a few little snippets ghosting around in the old noggin, waiting with anticipation to be released into the world. This story was going to be a precursor to October and all of the spooktaculor stories I have planned to release in honor of the most High Holy of days for me. Yep, I had it all worked out and than life happened instead.<br>
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Wednesday, Sig Other and I, had to put our two lovely little black cats to rest. Intellectually I knew 17 and 16 year old kitties could not live forever. Their little bodies could only take so much and over the last several years I'd "prepared" myself for their passing. Intellectually I'd prepped myself for this day, but emotionally I don't think I could have ever been prepared to lose two little creatures that had been with me the majority of my adult life.<br>
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Therefore, for this Friday the 13th I don't have it in me to coast that fine edge of thrill and terror. I have no story to tingle the spine. Instead, on this day when black cats are given a wide birth I embrace the memory of two of the luckiest charms I was very privileged to share my life with. I also wish for you on this day I have found to be so special, may you find such luck, love, and joy in your life.<br>
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If you've been a devoted follower of mine you'll have noticed I've changed the blog again. If you're not, well, it's still a surprise for you too. Not only have I changed it BUT I have a very lovely banner designed by my very talented friend <a href="https://www.facebook.com/bree.archer?fref=ts" target="_blank">Bree Archer</a>. I'm super excited because it makes one feel quite like a proper author. The excitement doesn't end there of course, because the Contemporary Romance I wrote with another very talented friend of mine, <a href="http://reanamalori.webs.com/" target="_blank">Reana Malori</a>, has had a cover make over and is up at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Falling-Into-Love-ebook/dp/B00EBX81NU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1375843757&sr=8-1&keywords=janet+eckford+falling+into+love" target="_blank">Amazon</a> and <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/falling-into-love-reana-malori/1116309550?ean=2940148657552" target="_blank">Barnes & Noble</a>. I've included it in the blog for your viewing pleasure along with the blurb.<br />
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Camden Turner has his life right on track. He lives in a great town with a small business that keeps him in the black, doing what he loves. He's convinced he has everything he wants until he realizes he doesn't have what he really needs, Lexie Martin.<br />
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Will Lexie and Camden realize that falling into love isn't as painful as it sounds or will they keep on their separate paths?Janet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-39029880406204974362013-07-20T12:41:00.001-07:002013-07-20T12:41:38.014-07:00Bad Boys and Naughty ThingsHey Sweets!<div><br></div><div>I've made it through the week and am feeling extremely lazy today. It's surprising, my lazy mood, (sort of) because yesterday I revisited a WIP I'd started with a very asshole dragon. He's so smug and annoying I just want to punch him in the throat. Ugh...just thinking about that stupid smirk he has is just...he's just so...sigh did I mention he's really hot. Bastard. Yeah, well he is. </div><div><br></div><div>If that wasn't bad enough I've got this mysterious villain whispering all these dark and dangerous things he wants to do. It's actually quite annoying because he's just lurking in the shadows and not giving me a hint of just how bad he is and will these dark and dangerous things he alludes to be hazardous to my yet to be created heroine.</div><div><br></div><div>Sigh...maybe I'm not lazy after all. MAYBE it's just fatigue. </div><div><br></div><div>Bastards.</div><div><br></div><div>Janet</div>Janet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-23499369224825422892013-07-14T13:58:00.002-07:002013-07-14T13:58:39.380-07:00California Shenanigans with Nikki Winter <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you've been following me on <a href="https://twitter.com/JanetEckford" target="_blank">Twitter</a> and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Janet.Eckford" target="_blank">Facebook</a> you've read about the shenanigans author Nikki Winter and I have had over the past week. I love my city (Los Angeles) and having folks come to visit is always fun. Our week long excursion through the city and eventual trip to Disneyland got documented and as always sharing is caring.<br />
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The 4th of July has come and gone, but the firework extravaganza that happens in my neighborhood is still lingering (they've been setting them off since May and are still enamored by fire in the sky) and I'm finding it difficult to fall asleep (shocking). With two new releases out I thought I'd spend some time searching for places to promo while I wait patiently for the fire bugs supplies to dwindle or a house catches fire (I could use some hottie firemen as inspiration). What I'm soon discovering is there is just so much out there. From professional sites, semi professional blogs, to folks that just like to read. I love it all but I must confess I'm a bit overwhelmed.<br />
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I believe this has a lot to do with the fact the two new releases I have are just so different.<a href="http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/slow-hand.html" target="_blank"> Slow Hand</a> and<a href="http://beautifultroublepublishing.com/genres/featured-home-page/fire-and-ice-ebook.html" target="_blank"> Fire & Ice</a> are examples of how eclectic I am as a writer. I took some risks with both of them and like a mother with her children, don't love either one more than the other, but damn they really are making me work to promo them.<br />
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Fire & Ice in particular has me biting my lip and wondering, "Now what am I going to do with you?" If Slow Hand had me exploring the boundaries of my erotic writing skills, Fire & Ice is a story that required strong character development and emotional upheaval. I want readers to sigh and cry and quite possibly shake their fist at me as they threaten bodily harm when reading Fire & Ice. If my writing is a flower, Fire & Ice is the bud that will eventually blossom into the type of stories I want to tell more of. Longer (as God as my witness I will write a novel length book one day), mystery element to the story, and darker with a light at the end of the tunnel eventually. I'm really excited for Fire & Ice and want to make sure it gets the attention it deserves as my special baby (okay no favorites but sometimes you do have one that particularly special).<br />
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The clock is rapidly raising towards early morning and I unfortunately have to work. So I'm going to put my musings out into the universe and wait patiently for answers to come to me in time. Until then, I plan to keep writing this crazy mixed up brand of prose I enjoy.<br />
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I'm sitting in the airport, awaiting my flight to take me back home and I'm still riding the high of an extraordinary weekend. If you haven't seen my posts on Twitter and Facebook you've missed out on my updates of shenanigans from the Beautiful Trouble Publishing Greet and Eat, but don't feel too bad, I'm sure they'll make a fictionalized (wink wink) appearance in a work of mine down in the future.</div>
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What I take away the most from the event was the sense of community that was created by the women (and few men) in the room. It is always great to be in the company of folks that love a good story. This love was expressed with a gracious spirit that had participants, both authors and readers, respecting, listening, and learning from each other. It is rare to be in such company and having experienced it I will cherish the memories of the event even more.</div>
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Janet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-3014385230475543842013-06-16T04:59:00.001-07:002013-06-16T05:02:57.055-07:00Happy Father's Day Daddies of the world!!!Hola Papas!<div><br></div><div>I would be remiss if I acknowledged Mother's Day and not Father's Day. Unfortunately, unlike Mother's Day I don't have a Father's Day poem to highlight the beautifully complicated relationship one has with their father. Which got me to wondering, why is it that I don't? My father was their for all my milestones, angst, and general life stuff that happens when growing up. He kissed boo boos, helped build forts, and made fish sticks that were just crispy enough. My love of sci-fi and those things strange and peculiar are a directive product of his influence. I think the greatest contribution he has given me is having not put me in a box or isolate me on a pedestal because I am his female child, with words and actions that discount my ability to think and reason or control and stifle my sexuality because I was born with a vagina. </div><div><br></div><div>With his most famous words of wisdom, "She's going to do what she wants. I know I raised her right and I want to always be there in her life." I leave you with no poem for the Father's today just a great deal of appreciation for those Dads like mine that let us be who we are meant to be because they know they had a big part in shaping us.</div><div><br></div><div>Happy Father's Day!</div><div><br></div><div>Janet</div><div><br></div>Janet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-14337760370457651652013-06-07T00:03:00.000-07:002013-06-07T00:03:46.387-07:00I scream, you scream...Welcome my beauties!<br />
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This is another late night blog because sleep and I are not on speaking terms currently. Don't be too upset, we've been having this on again/off again relationship for quite some time. Instead of staring at the backs of my eyelids for hours or giggling at the <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">nonsensical responses Sig Other makes when I try to engage him in a conversation while he's sleeping (yes I'm childish at times), I thought I would do a little plotting. Considering I'm super committed to this new writing strategy it seemed like the best way to utilize the time that should be spent sleeping. Unfortunately, I got side tracked and began looking up symptoms of possible diseases/infections/cancers I may have. Needing to take a break before I ended up convincing myself I needed something amputated I decided to look at work of mine that would benefit from a little TLC when it came to promotion.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">This has been on my checklist for quite some time and after narrowing down my book <a href="http://mochamemoirspress.com/into-the-realm-of-mystery-and-night/" target="_blank">Into the Realm of Mystery and Night </a> as a great candidate I sent out a call for places to showcase what I happen to think is a damn good collection of mysteriously horrific short stories. I was so enamored with my own prose that I began to contemplate why everyone else wasn't as stoked by what goes bump in the night. Maybe my stories really aren't as fiendishly clever as I thought, but that strong sense of self confidence I possess (that dances along a fine edge of delusional at times) dismissed that completely. Instead I looked at where I pushed it and how.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I'm an eclectic person and it's not surprising that my writing reflects that, but where I spend my time in social media is usually firmly housed in the romance genre. There is a spectrum in this genre but usually the blood curdling screams readers are anticipating are induced by mind blowing orgasms, not a psychotic ghost (or at least that's the response I've gotten) and I need to find the folks that scream with excited anticipation of something scary about to happen. Which has left me feeling as if I need to do a little screaming of my own, "Oi! Come out, come out wherever you are. I'm here, but in a totally non creepy way, I just want to play with you."</span><br />
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As I wait for my body to recover from the punishment of doing 125 crunches (yes I am suffering from temporary insanity, with summer being the onset of symptoms) I started thinking about a WIP I've been plotting. While I was going over character descriptions, what type of arch I'm trying to achieve and a whole host of things folks do whilst plotting I had a moment. "Omigod! I'm actually plotting something."</div>
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Although I can get obsessed with useless details of a story, actual plotting is so out of my stratosphere. In a recent <a href="http://mochamemoirspress.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-devil-is-in-details.html?m=1" target="_blank">blog</a> I did for Mocha Memoirs Press I discussed those obsessive details that clutter my mind and though I've shelved my epic sci-fi thing (I'll get to it eventually) I've actually taken my time with my newest idea. It's equal parts exciting and scary because I have always carried the entirety of a story in my head, but this time it appears as if I won't cut corners when it's time to transfer it from my noggin to paper. </div>
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Janet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-38985947349235123402013-05-12T12:05:00.003-07:002013-05-12T12:05:49.096-07:00Happy Mother's Day, You Fabulous Women!!Hola Beautiful!<br />
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It's Mother's Day and I'm patiently waiting to get the day started with my own dear mother. I've been fortunate that, even with the trials and tribulations of adolescents, and some differing of opinions on that thing called life, my mother and I can still enjoy being with each other. That may be an odd thing to reflect on when it comes to the person that gave you life (I include adoptive mother's in that term because the care and nurturing of a child is life giving) but at the end of the day we are two individuals that make a choice to build a relationship with each other. I've known quite a few people both personally and professionally that can't say the same. Their relationships are often built on guilt, shame, or obligation and at it's worst, severed because loving one's child or mother is based on a condition that doesn't acknowledge the unique autonomy of each individual.<br />
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So, though my mother may drive me crazy and I may drive her to tears on occasion, we can still laugh and look at who we have become together, and enjoy that process and the one yet to come. I wish all the people in the world that have been blessed to have that experience of still choosing your mother a joyous day, and for those that don't physically have her with them, a joyous day as well, for honoring the choice you were able to have.<br />
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I've included a poem I wrote for my mother last year and I hope it brings you as much joy as it brought that wacky lady I still call "Mommy".<br />
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Happy Mother's Day!!<br />
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Janet<br />
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My Mommy<br />
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Unedited and copyrighted by Janet Eckford<br />
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1368384680325_1792"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">My Mommy</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1368384680325_1800"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">How do I describe someone that has always been mine</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1368384680325_1803"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I’ve never had another,</span></span></div>
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<span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1368384680325_1807"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span class="yiv0616677370bumpedFont15">A</span></span><span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span class="yiv0616677370bumpedFont15">nd</span></span><span class="yiv0616677370s3" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1368384680325_1806"><span class="yiv0616677370bumpedFont15" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1368384680325_1805"> it seems strange to give voice,</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1368384680325_1810"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Explanation, or expression to someone that has always existed</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But I’ll try</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">My Mommy</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1368384680325_1813"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">When I was a little girl, was a power house of energy and purpose</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Strong arms and soft kisses,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="yiv0616677370s3">W</span><span class="yiv0616677370s3">hispered I love yous as I slept</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Can you read it one more time, Mommy”,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="yiv0616677370s3">S</span><span class="yiv0616677370s3">ee</span><span class="yiv0616677370s3">med to always slip from my lips</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Tight little ponytails, that tried to stay neat,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="yiv0616677370s3">But couldn’</span><span class="yiv0616677370s3">t resist the bend of my will</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Pink and purple dresses of lace and frill</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And blue little corduroy pants for when I couldn’t keep still.</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Yes” and “Thank you” and “Please a little more”</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="yiv0616677370s3">Woven into my vocab</span><span class="yiv0616677370s3">ulary by my watchful mother hen</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="yiv0616677370s3">Cluck, cluck, clucking her pra</span><span class="yiv0616677370s3">ise for her bright little chick</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">My Mommy</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">When I was a teenager was the woman that stared in awe and amazement</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">At the little girl who disappeared</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Now there was angst</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And, “Mommy, you just don’t understand.”</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Friends and cars carried me to freedom</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1368384680325_1821"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Beyond the safe little walls of home</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I was a person</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I had a purpose</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And, “Mommy, this is not a phase!”</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Was the mantra of who I thought I was</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But words of wisdom that were hard to hear stayed ever present</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And whispered I love yous while I slept filled my ears</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Even when I pretended not to hear</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">My Mommy</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Now I’m an adult</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">A woman</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1368384680325_1827"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Ha, a word I still struggle associating with me</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1368384680325_1824"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">That woman, the power house of energy and purpose</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">That woman, is so small</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">She sees me, her creation of time, energy, strong arms and soft kisses</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Words of rebuke and praise</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Little girl grown up</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Left to explore different shores</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The mommy of my adult years is a person</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="yiv0616677370s3">With </span><span class="yiv0616677370s3">foibles</span><span class="yiv0616677370s3"> and strength</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometimes paralyzed by fear and insecurity</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Another woman I must relate to</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But often fail with harsh words spoken from misunderstanding</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3" id="yui_3_7_2_1_1368384680325_1831"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The nature of what we’ve become</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Yet, some things remain the same</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">No longer whispered I love yous while I sleep</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But calls of “I just wanted to hear your voice”</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Happiness to see my face</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Pride in who I am</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Even if the process of being me is hard for her to comprehend</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">My Mommy</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Will always be mine</span></span></div>
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<span class="yiv0616677370s3"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And I will always be her "me"</span></span></div>
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Janet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-28029221331550388122013-04-29T19:11:00.001-07:002013-04-29T19:11:58.814-07:00To be short or not to be short, that is the question.Bueno!<br />
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I've been quite the busy bee and haven't had much time for writing. I've sent Fire and Ice off to be edited and that is it's usual grueling process, but alas my muse has decided to take a hiatus. I'm not that worried because we have some what of an open relationship. When we are together, it's magical, bursts of creativity and excitement. When we are apart, I miss the company, but find other things to occupy my time.<br />
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Currently, I've been thinking about my craft and my dedication to writing short stories. While visiting with a writer friend of mine that also writes short stories (if a bit more high brow than my sexy times) we started to lament the fact that people just don't understand what a short story is. There are often complaints that it's too short, or it was read in a short amount of time, or there needed to be more character development. I'll confess I've always found those complaints confusing because, those things are how I always defined a short story. I'm not in the habit of citing Wikipdedia when constructing a critique but their page on the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Short_story" target="_blank">short story</a> was actually really good at encapsulating what I'd always thought and found confusing when others didn't see it my way when it came to the short story. Not that people have to agree with me all the time, but clearly...<br />
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Yet, critique is always a good thing and even when my view and others clashes I like to take the time to look at it from their perspective. So while my muse is off peddling it's wares with some other creator of prose I'm looking at why I've chosen the short story as a medium to showcase my talent, and focus on how I can make it that much better.<br />
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JanetJanet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-21694468870949780932013-04-13T19:15:00.003-07:002013-04-13T19:15:44.994-07:00If you've got something nice to say...Greetings Readers,<br />
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I don't think it's much of a surprise if I confess to being an avid reader. It is a passion I have sustained since I could actually decipher words in my Sesame Street books. Now what you may find odd is I often think of my reading choices as a deeply personal thing. I'm of the mindset that either I like the book or I don't. When I like a book I'll usually tell a friend, follow the author, and on occasion I've been known to become obsessed with said author. When I don't like a book I'll usually tell a friend, chastise the author whilst scowling at my Kindle, and on occasion I've been known to become obsessed with how that person got published.</div>
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When I first started my blog I had high hopes of reviewing books, and actually dedicated a few posts to said reviews. My interest in reviewing quickly waned because I'm very much an, "if I don't have something nice to say, I don't say anything at all" kind of gal when it comes to reviewing (have to put that caveat in because I can talk mad shit about folks at times). Therefore, when I started looking at my reviews I noticed they could be construed as favoritism. For me that didn't sit well, particularly as an author. I know that I talk at length at how inappropriate I can be, and if you have ever spent time with me in either cyber space or the real world you know it's true, but I'm also a very ethical person. I believe in transparency and fairness and at some point when I thought about doing reviews on my blog I (this is my <b>personal choice</b> and I am<b> not</b> throwing shade at those that do it) couldn't reconcile being an author that also reviews.<br />
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Now when one decides something, that's usually when the Universe comes along and goes, "Ah ha!". In my case it was my decision to join a reading challenge for a group I'm a member of on Goodreads. I'd never been keen on joining reading challenges because 1) in my personal Goodreads account I only ever communicate with my friends and have the account set to private 2) in my author Goodreads account I only ever use it to communicate with fans and don't have any books on my bookshelf. It was the proverbial what shall I do, that required a friend going, "Oi! You will do this!". Okay, she didn't really say that but there was a push to step out of my comfort zone and I did do it and I thoroughly enjoyed.<br />
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Yet, there was a catch. I had to do a rating for the two books I was given. Gah! Books that are in the same genre that I write in. Gah Squared! What to do? What to do indeed! Well I've added them to my very lonely bookshelf and will ponder what the ratings shall be and probably obsess a great deal more than necessary.<br />
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BUT first I'll at least include them in this blog with the caveat of, "I liked it." Actually I liked them quite a bit. I was able to relate to the heroines and the hero's were deliciously sexy. There were parts that irked me but over all I found the plots to be enjoyable and the sexy time nicely woven in. I finished each book with a smile and a contented sigh. Quite like the same response I get after being well fed. Which means I will tell a friend, follow the authors, and probably become quite obsessed with said authors. Also, it now seems I'll be rating them as well. Gah to the Third Power!<br />
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Janet<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />Heather Pierce is done being a wallflower, both personally and professionally. Desperate to live a different life for one night, she attends a speed dating event. Maybe here, anonymous unless she chooses otherwise, she can become someone new. When a man way out of her league sits across from her, Heather gathers her courage and takes charge of what she wants, secretly fearing he won't desire the real person she's desperate to hide.<br /><br />Top acquisitions officer and international playboy Tony Carmine is about to close the biggest deal of his career. But then he meets Heather at a speed dating event...and discovers losing control may be exactly what he needs. Her blossoming sensuality occupies his every thought, consuming him with the need to possess the most intriguing lover he's ever encountered--until he walks into the boardroom and sees Heather on the other side of the negotiating table.</span></div>
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Janet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-70609846848877943202013-03-04T22:30:00.001-08:002013-03-04T22:37:25.818-08:00When authors make me love them more..Ahoy!<br />
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Today has not been a splendid Monday, (which is pretty much an oxymoron) and I am not the happiest of campers (which is an interesting analogy as I am never happy while camping) and decided I needed to read a story that has a heroine with heavy artillery or a sword. Why you may ask, because reading is an escape that allows me to live vicariously through the character. When I'm in a smexy mood I want to read about incredibly sexy men lavishing ordinary women with sexual attention that acknowledges the goddess that exists in all women. When I'm particularly angsty I'll pick up some YA and read about a teenage girl that is weighted down my the oppressive constraints of a society that just "doesn't get her" and when I'm annoyed, pissed off at situations outside of my control, I want to read about a woman that picks up her high powered rifle, or big ass sword and yells, "bring it on" to the world.<br />
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So I set out on a quest because I knew one of the authors I adore is coming out with a new release and I desperately needed a kick ass chick in my life. But because this was a Monday that had decided to keep its greedy little claws firmly latched into my soft underbelly, my kick ass chick reading is delayed for another day. Shaking my fist in the air at the unfairness of release dates that do not adhere to my timetable I decided to go explore said authors site.<br />
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Now if you follow me on FB, Twitter or any of the other social networking sites where I proudly display my level of neurosis you've come to understand how obsessive I can be about things I like, and people are not excluded from this obsession. I'm not going to say I stalk, because that would be illegal and therefore stupid to admit to in such a public forum, but I will say I become heavily involved in researching my newest person of interest. Work has kept me busy and I'd scaled back on my fangirl behavior when it' come to Seanan McGuire's (this is the author I'm about to spend an embarrassing and lengthy amount of time gushing over) blog. She is also the author that's book is not adhering to my release timetable (shameful) and I had to appease my ire with catching up on her witty commentary.<br />
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Low and behold whilst going through past blogs I discover a post that has me contemplating naming my next pet after her (no children for me but this is the highest honor one can receive besides becoming my imaginary spouse, and I wouldn't want to freak her out if I just wife her without prior contact, therefore the naming of my furry children seems far less crazy...it makes sense in my head) and beaming with pride.<br />
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I'm going to <a href="http://seanan-mcguire.livejournal.com/489946.html" target="_blank">link</a> the post because it is far too lovely for me to summarize BUT I will say as a person that has half naked women (and men) on her covers because peeps are all about being naked between the pages, this was a brilliant analysis (and possibly minor rant) on societal perceptions of women's bodies and cover art.<br />
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Just brilliant and even if I didn't get my sword or high powered rifle I'm still left with an adrenaline buzz and the need to shout...pa...pa...pa...POW!<br />
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Janet<br />
<br />Janet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-5637295883871338732013-02-23T12:15:00.001-08:002013-02-23T12:15:51.355-08:00Time on my hands...Hola Beautifuls,<br />
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I've finished expanding parts on my WIP Fire and Ice and am letting it sit awhile to see if I'm really ready to let it go to edits. Therefore, I have a little time on my hands and no inclination to do anything with it. Well except pen excerpts from stories I have no intention of completing. But at least I share.<br />
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Janet<br />
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Untitled and unedited BUT copyrighted by Janet Eckford<br />
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His fingertips lazily trail along the curve of my arm, mapping the texture of my skin, and I resist the urge to giggle as the touch tickles ever so slightly. This is not the time for giggles of course and I remain still so those teasing fingertips of his can explore other contours of my frame. <br />
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"You are so soft."<br />
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His whispered words at the nap of my neck causes my skin to tingle with anticipation of the feel of his lips in the same location. I sigh softly and fit myself tighter in the spoon of our bodies pressed closely together. His hand seems to have become jealous of his wondering fingertips and splays itself across my bare hip, claiming more purchase of the skin it finds so intriguing.<br />
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"I love the feel of you."<br />
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He shifts as he whispers the words and I am struck with the thought of how I love the feel of him too, especially when he is fit snugly inside of me. Janet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-59148472992432163852013-02-14T08:20:00.001-08:002013-02-14T08:20:30.164-08:00P.S I Love YouGreetings lovers of the world.<br />
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Valentines Day is here and if you follow me through any of the varied social media accounts I'm attached to you know I'm usually quite meh about the day. After all my birthday is the day before and I find it hard to get excited about a day that centers around love when still experiencing the afterglow of being adored and worshipped. BUT I eventually play along and acknowledge the hearts and Cupid's arrows flittering about and decide to throw my hat in the ring.<br />
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As I type this I'm standing in an airport about to embark on one of the many trips I take for work, watching the people around me chit chat, sleep, or any number of the things travelers do while waiting to leave on their trip. Frankly there isn't much love in the air and my muse has risen up to the challenge, whispering a little interlude between lovers. I present it to you all with good wishes and blessings for love and happiness.<br />
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Janet<br />
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Unedited and untitled Valentine's Day Story<br />
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When I open the front door I'm greeted by a plume of smoke and a harried cat fleeing the confines of the house. The sound of classic rock streams out closely after the smoke and my lips hitch up in a tiny smile. I have had a hard day, that is just an extension of a harder week but the burnt aroma of food seems to lift the cloak of exhaustion that has settled upon my shoulders. <br />
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Stepping over the threshold I see the living room has been tidied and the hardwood floors are shiny. Someone has been busy and my heart warms at the effort that was taken to accomplish this. We are a busy couple that is always picking up and going to some part of the country or world for work and today I didn't expect it to be any different. Cards with red hearts and sappy poems are usually exchanged with dinner and wine. If we are in the same place there may be lovemaking but more often than not one or both of us are content with a peck on the cheek and warmly spooned bodies snuggled under the covers. It seems there are prices to be paid for professional success but we are confident in the unit that we have created and solider on with what needs to be done <br />
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As I walk further into the little house that has become our pride and joy, see the large bouquet of wild flowers and the candle arrangement sitting in the middle of our dinning room table, I realize that I've missed these little niceties and wonder why we have started cutting corners.<br />
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My love rushes out of the kitchen and halts abruptly once he sees me. <br />
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"You're home early."<br />
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The accusatory tone of his voice cause me to chuckle. I step forward and am immediately folded in his arms. He smells of the burnt remains of whatever he was trying to cook in the kitchen and it is the sexiest he has ever smelled to me.<br />
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"I had it all planned out," he sighs softly.<br />
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Rubbing the tip of my nose under his chin, I smile at how sweetly foolish this man is. <br />
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"It's perfect," I whisper before I kiss the underside of his jaw.<br />
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"That's because you love me," he chuckles.<br />
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"No, it's because you love me," I pull back and look into his eyes.<br />
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It seems tonight there will be more than a peck on the cheek and warmly spooned bodies.Janet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-61519263037468312752013-02-09T16:23:00.002-08:002013-02-09T16:23:30.282-08:00Who's Hungry?Hello Lovelies,<br />
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I've been a busy bee with the day job and feel as if I've had to neglect my alter ego and all the zany things I get into while being Janet Eckford. BUT because I'm a bit of an over achiever I still found time to write a very short short for Ms. Shara Azod and I know y'all (I've been spending time in the south) will enjoy it.<br />
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Janet<br />
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Sometimes the typical Happily Ever After isn't what you're looking for. Sometimes you want it quick. You want it erotic. You want it dirty. Sometimes you. Want. It. Now. Sometimes, you want something to make you sWet.<br />
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Hungry. Mia's so hungry. Every moment that passes is a silent but deadly battle to leash her darker side, to resist the urge to return to her old life where all that mattered was the hunt; where she reveled in being the very definition of a predator. She's managed to succeed in locking her primal needs away. That is, until Galen finds her again. Now not only is her need to hunt being tested but so is her need to be caught...by him...<br />
Janet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-5739244128306640392013-01-08T18:36:00.001-08:002013-01-08T18:36:31.205-08:00The road to rewrites is paved with good intentions.Hello Dear Readers,<br />
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In my exuberance to release a book that was darker and longer than most of my other stuff I realized I'd jumped the gun. After almost three years of writing and rewriting and placing the story on hold I realized in the edits that it still wasn't where I need it to be. Now don't get me wrong, this isn't going to drag out forever but I looked at it and thought, this could be better. It's a bit disappointing for me because I'm all about immediate gratification and once I'd written The End I wanted it to be the end. No more laboring about word choices, no more pondering if that scene or that scene was good. When I'm done I'm done and eagerly await my next literary adventure.<br />
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But it seems one of the things I will continue to develop this year is patience, particularly when it comes to my writing. I have all these great stories that ramble around in my head but when I go to sit down and write them my ADD tendencies kick in and I go for the easy fix and cut them down to the least amount of words I need to get to The End. It's not really fair to my creative process to continue doing this and as I've looked at what I want to accomplish in 2013, I've decided I'm going to have to stop approaching my writing process like a first grader hyped up on Pixy Stix. Therefore, patience is a virtue I plan to cajole and woo until she decides in fact we can be hommies. Probably not besties but folks that can get together for a glass of wine and pleasant conversation.<br />
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I've included the picture of the cover as well in this blog because if I find it difficult to hold myself accountable during this process, I'm sure having this blog and subsequent picture staring me in the face screaming, "Oi! Get this finished!", will definitely do the trick.<br />
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JanetJanet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-15015306965493582192012-12-31T13:35:00.001-08:002012-12-31T13:35:36.072-08:00Ring in the New Year...Hello Lovelies,<div>
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Another year is upon us and I look forward to 2013 with anticipation and excitement. I'm not a big resolution person because during the year I'm usually very goal oriented. I have my big vision plans and the little hopes and wishes I try my best to do. Therefore, a New Year doesn't require grandiose promises but a continual commitment of what I plan to do for myself. One of my major goals that I try desperately to accomplish is writing longer stories. I want 2013 to be the year I actually push myself to cross over the 60,000 word mark and pen a tale of awesome epicness. </div>
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As always I appreciate you all, dear readers, and wish you health, happiness, and hope that you receive all the joy and peace one human body can sustain. Be safe and a little crazy, because that's what I plan to do. </div>
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Happy New Year,</div>
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Janet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-12463623208461494432012-12-21T00:00:00.000-08:002012-12-21T00:00:05.332-08:00BTP Scavenger Hunt!!!Well Hello!<div>
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If you're here I'm assuming that the BTP Scavenger Hunt brought you to me. If it didn't, well you're in for a treat. First I want to point out that this was my idea because I'm prone to bouts of genius on occasion. This one is particularly exciting for me because as an author I'm always trying to find fun ways to engage readers. Writing, though something I enjoy, isn't my day job and I find it difficult to go out there and meet my fans. See them face to face, shake hands, and exchange pleasantries. I'm not very good about creating swag and doling out prizes. But this scavenger hunt, now this is something that I can do and best of all, I've gotten my fellow BTP authors to come along for the ride. </div>
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Okay now that I've gushed a bit about why my idea is so cool I'm sure you're wondering what the hell you have to do. Simple, answer the riddle I've provided for you and follow the instructions below. Since I'm super tricky I've given the answer to the riddle in this blog. Now it's just up to you to figure it out...muaaaaahhhhhh</div>
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What is it a man can do standing, a woman sitting down, and a dog on three legs?</div>
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<b>You've come so far and yet have more to go. Click on the BTP author's names to collect more riddle answers. Once you have all 11 answers collected email btpcontests@gmail.com. Three lucky winners will be chosen at random to receive a $10 BTP gift certificate. Contest closes at 12 am 12.22.12.</b></div>
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Janet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-72258461190147745692012-12-09T17:48:00.003-08:002012-12-09T17:48:52.811-08:00The dearly departed...Hello Lovelies,<br />
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I've been quite the busy bee with the job that pays the bills, traveling across the country, sitting in airports and on planes. Traveling is both a blessing and curse because I do enjoy the people watching and the few hours of solitude that being in a plane or crowded airport afford but inevitably I catch a bug and have to spend a few days recouping. I was fortunate this time because I brought a good book along that I was able to start while traveling and finish up while being sick. The title is <i>Handling the Undead</i> and the author is John Advide Lindqvist and the book has left me feeling pleasantly melancholy.<br />
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I was pretty sure I'd feel this way because his other book, <i>Let the Right One In</i>, left me with a similar feeling but this one seemed to sink closer to home. The premise of exploring the livings connection to the dead resonated strongly with me because it seems I have begun to pick away at the threads of my past, in hopes a clear link to my present and future could be seen. I've become quite obsessed with searching out pictures of family that I've known and loved but aren't tangible to me in the same way that a photograph is, and putting them on display in my house as a reminder of their existence.<br />
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Summarizes the book seems far to complex for me because I've housed myself so deeply into the narrative of the story that it's hard to disconnect the two. Of course it's not the surface story of the dead rising but the deeper meaning of what does it mean for the living if our dead came back to us that I feel strongly connected to. It seems a funny coincidence (or not considering the psychic connection I share with my mother) that when I was in a particularly emotionally part of the story my mother called to read a card she'd received from my grandmother several decades ago. It was a simple card, full of the tender endearments my grandmother was great at imparting, and as my mother choked up I could see how all three of us were connected and even though dead my grandmother still lived. She was in my mother and me and as my mother softly sobbed telling me how much she missed her mother, I realized that one day I too would cry with a broken heart for the loss of my own.<br />
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I think I'm going to sit in this happily sad place I have discovered for a bit longer and reflect on the beautiful simplicity of this story that has caused a well of emotion to churn inside of me. I may even look at pictures of my grandmother and read little notes I've tucked away from my mother. Text my sister, kiss Sig Other, and find a Christmas gift from my father. Revel in all the great little pleasures that come with being alive. Because now that I've had a chance to mourn the dead I really should focus on the living.<br />
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JanetJanet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-49943273195224732412012-12-03T00:00:00.000-08:002012-12-03T21:28:26.179-08:00The Next Big Thing: Me!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The lovely <a href="http://selahjanel.wordpress.com/2012/11/26/the-next-big-thing/" target="_blank">Selah Janel</a> sent out the call for writers to play tag with her in the The Next Big Thing blog hop and I of course answered. So here is my contribution!</div>
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Fire and Ice</div>
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As with most of my books my publisher sent me a cover to seduce me into writing a story for it. </div>
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This book is more on the darker paranormal romance side and I'm so excited about it.</div>
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I can't really think of an actor right now....ummmm....have to put my thinking cap on.</div>
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This is going to be a wild wide!</div>
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This book is going to be published by <a href="https://beautifultroublepublishing.com/" target="_blank">Beautiful Trouble Publishing</a>.</div>
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Lord!!! It took me over a year and a half to finish this story. Sigh...and now I have to get through edits.</div>
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I've written a trilogy called The Goddess Chosen Trilogy that has strong female characters dealing with supernatural forces outside of their control that is within the same genre.</div>
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When I was given the cover I was racking my brain trying to figure out what the hell I was going to write and I decided to read poetry for inspiration. I came across a poem by Robert Frost called <i><a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23179" target="_blank">Fire and Ice</a> </i>that got my creative synapses snapping and voila a story was born.</div>
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This book is a roller coster of who done it and mystery. The poem was a major influence because it had me think about love, hate, and the thin line that separated them both. How strong emotions create strong actions and what it would be like for two people caught in that storm. This is a very dark story but I think all love stories have dark moments and I was really excited to explore that.</div>
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These ladies are my road dawgs and I find it only appropriate that you come to enjoy their work as much as I do. They each are wickedly funny with their own unique brand of storytelling that has you sighing with contentment once the story is done and eagerly awaiting for the next. </div>
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<a href="http://drearileysrandw.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Drea Riley</a></div>
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/AuthorNikkiWinter?fref=ts" target="_blank">Nikki Winter</a></div>
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<a href="http://sobillysaysshesays.blogspot.com/?zx=474692f6e0056600" target="_blank">Billy London</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.jeanieandjayha.com/home.php" target="_blank">Jeanie Johnson and Jayha Leigh</a></div>
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Janet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-87079276732782029552012-11-22T07:57:00.001-08:002012-11-22T07:57:28.979-08:00Giving ThanksHello Lovelies!<br />
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Well the "holiday" season is finally upon us. I'm quietly typing out this post in my phone while my crowed house slumbers away. I find that each year I wait expectantly for Halloween but grumble about the rest. Too many crowds, I can't do the family shuffle, or let's try something new this year. I'm a terrible Grinch but that holiday ball gets rolling and I find I've got what it takes to get through this extravaganza of eating and people. Not only do I have what it takes to get through it but I'm quite thankful I've got my own unique brand of chaos I can submerge myself in. <br />
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So I raise my glass to the time of love, laughter, and (if I must be a bit honest) crazy making tendencies and give thanks I was able to do all again this year.<br />
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JanetJanet Eckfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00412913919031221124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174968702699607043.post-33325106455375515122012-11-17T15:52:00.000-08:002012-11-17T15:52:58.514-08:00Rainy Day and Lazy Thoughts
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<span style="font-family: Cambria;">Greetings,<span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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It's actually raining here in Southern California, which means I have no desire
to do anything but veg on my couch. The knitting has been brought out and I'm
just going to k, k, p, p the day away. There is a good possibility that reading
will be interwoven in at some point and possibly tasty adult beverages later
tonight as well. In a sense this is going to be a good day and as with all good
days there should be a little celebration. Therefore, here is a little
something to get the festivities started.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Enjoy!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria;"><br />
Janet<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria;">Unedited and Copyrighted by Janet Eckford</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria;">Softly Whispering Words of Wonder</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria;">"If you can't be still, I'm going to stop."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria;">His words are a soft whisper against my skin that causes me to gasp with anticipation. I can't help but squirm when he touches me like this, fingers light but purposeful, honing in on all of the parts of my body that have become used to his unique brand of pleasure. I am wanton and needy, aching for the fulfillment I only ever seem to achieve with him. He pauses as I moan with frustration and it is all the warning I need to obey his command.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria;">"Very good," he breathes out against the damp column of my neck.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria;">Very good, indeed, I think as he begins to lift my skirt ever so slightly. I can't believe we're doing this but I couldn't imagine stopping. He traces the edges of my damp panties and I resist the urge to shift my body at just the right angle to have us touching skin to oh so sensitive skin. He must sense my longing and instead of torturing me, drawing out the inevitable, he slips his fingers under the delicate lace and softly strokes me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria;">"Is this for me?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria;">His husky whisper is equal parts teasing and wonder. He knows that it is always for him but it is his asking that I find so appealing. He never takes for granted what we create and it feeds my desire each time, like food plucked from the garden of the gods. His other hand grips the back of my neck and tilts my head at just the right angle so I can be kissed properly. The room we have found is too dark for me to see his eyes but I don't need light to see the love that is reflected there. I sob softly as he kisses me firmly and slips two of his fingers inside of me, with his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure to my sensitive bud. When he pulled me away from the party I knew this was his intent but now that it has finally happened I can't help feeling as if this is a newly exciting thing we have discovered.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria;">"I love to make you come," he whispers against my lips, with a slight hitch in his voice.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria;">"I love to come for you," I reply with a hiss of pleasure.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria;">It's a truth that we enjoy together and it is a fact that causes my body to tense, pulsing with the need for release, just waiting for...one...more...stroke.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Cambria;">"If you can't be stil, I'm going to stop," he whispers playfully.</span></div>
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