I'm still here!!

Hello Lovelies,

I know, I know, I've been away for quite awhile but never fear I was still busy. I have another Intimate Encounters book, from my publisher Beautiful Trouble Publishing, going through the editing process that I'm pretty excited about. It's a collection of shorts that explores what happens when "Happily Ever After" isn't always a given. I was really hesitant to put these little odds and ends together because they are a few of the more emotionally raw stories I've written I think to date. But after a bit I decided, "what the hell", every lover deserves to have their story told even when it is a sad story. Therefore, keep your eyes peeled looking for Everything Carries Me to You.

In other news I actually penned a collection of short stories for October and HALLOWEEN!!! I'm so excited about this because if you've been following this blog for any amount of time you will know how much I love all of the things that go bump, crash and boo in the night. Into the Realm of Mystery and Night is off to Mocha Memoirs Press and is gearing up to be ready by October 1st. Yay!!!

Anyhoo, that's all for now but never fear there will be more...smirk.

Janet

Guess where I'm at tomorrow...

Coffee Time Romance!! You'll notice I now have a lovely little widget/button link thingy (which took me forever to put on here, Oy Vey) which means I have arrived;) I will be guest blogging all day so Check.Me.Out!

http://coffeetimeromance.com/CoffeeThoughts/

Happy Reading,

Janet

Time Well Spent...

Greetings Friends and Fans,

The last several weeks have been a whirlwind of creativity for me. It often happens that way though, I can't seem to put pen to paper (or finger to keyboard) to save my life and BOOM those lovely little voices of characters I haven't known begin clattering away in my head. I've been productive, bursting at the seems with excitement for all the tasty little morsels I've created to be published. Yet, there is always room for reflection and the revamping of an old cover seems to be the catalysis for such reflection. I'm not a consistent blogger or very avid but I take pride in the collection of thoughts I've put together here. My first blog was published on 8.9.10 and it was about my very first published story, Shifting Desires. They often joke you never forget about your first, and I haven't, but as I look back on all that I have done since than I can't help but marvel at how each time it's gotten better.

I've grown more confident, willing to try something new, pushing myself to have fun and enjoy each experience. It is very apropos that with this evolution that first, the little spark of wonder that I dared to put to paper and share with someone other than myself should have a chance to evolve as well. The story is still the same but this little book has gotten a very lovely new cover. This is not just a marketing tool (even though it would be nice to attract new readers) but a gift my publishers have given to me.Therefore, I pass it on to all of you wonderful people to enjoy just as much as I have.

Happy Reading,

Janet

I'm Guest Blogging!!!

I've been invited to play in someone else's sandbox. Go take a gander and marvel at the randomness that is moi.

http://mochamemoirspress.blogspot.com/2012/06/by-janet-eckford-i-was-asked-to-write.html?showComment=1343604121530&m=1#c3634147814761367584

Janet

Under Construction

Hello Lovelies,

After reading a very interesting blog about copyright infringement of photos posted on blogs and other social media sites, I will be removing all photos that I do not have permission from the photographer to post. I will most likely replace these images at some point but wanted to give you all a heads up as to why my blog is going to look a bit wonky for some time. If you follow me on Pinterest you will also notice I have removed all of my photos as well. I love the creative outlet of the site but will now begin to use photos that I know are not infringing on any copyright laws. As a writer I feel that I have to stand in solidarity with other's that make a living off of their craft. Don't worry, though my site might not be as pretty for some time it will still have all of the zany stuff that is moi.

Happy Reading,

Janet

Happy Friday the 13th!!!

Hello my favorites,

It is a special day and my pseudo birthday (I was born on a Friday the 13th) and I felt as if I should come bearing gifts. I'm currently awash with creativity and shall have lovely little stories to release into the world very soon. I'm trying to keep this influx of coherent ramblings going so I can finish my most epic of writing projects, a collection of 31 stories for the 31 days of October in celebration of my most holiest of high holy days, Halloween.

I've been playing with ideas and wondering just how scary I should be and quite a few have found themselves on the cutting room floor. But as today is such a special day I thought one idea that didn't move me beyond these short little sentences should get a chance at life. Therefore my lovelies I wish you a most splendid Friday the 13th and give you a little something to make it that much brighter.

Janet

Do you have to go?
Unedited and copyrighted by Janet Eckford

"Do you have to go?"

"You know I do."

"Why does it always come so soon?"

He gathered her in his arms and placed a gentle kiss upon her head. It was too soon but time was never on their side. Instead they took what they could when they can.

"When will you be back," she whispers softly with her head pressed against his heart.

"Not until the time is just right," he replies in a dejected tone.

"You could stay if you wanted."

He'd become accustomed to this argument that had no real end. She knew that he couldn't stay and their special kind of forever was never guaranteed. Releasing her from his tight hold he watched as her mournful expression transformed into one of resignation. He didn't have to tell her what she already knew.

"You have to go," she sighed and gently cupped his chin with her icy fingers.

"And so do you," he replied.

There was no grief as her touch became the faintest of caresses. His heart had long ago learned to wall itself away from sadness as she slowly faded away. He didn't shed a tear as he stared at her silent grave in the cold night because he'd learned long ago it was wasted for those that love the dead.

Say it like you mean it.

Good Day Lovelies,

It is Sunday Funday and I just want to stay curled in bed and sleep with the cats. But alas, errands must be run and things Sig Other has deemed important gotten to. I even have a few items on my list to check off, mainly writing a story for the sweetest cover my publisher Beautiful Trouble Publishing has given me. I have a title, which is often the hardest part, but unfortunately no plot, characters, or direction.

I have been scribbling little bits of stories all over the place but I can't make any of those fit. So while lying in bed, faking sleep in order to ward off Sig Other and his "rise and shine" demeanor, I started thinking about this sweet little couple and what their story should be and I was struck with the thought, "what is it like when it isn't so sweet" and "how do they get the sweetness back".

Well I rolled over and jotted down the briefest of a scene in my notes app, the receptacle of unfinished ideas, and decided instead of it living its life in obscurity why not share. Who knows, now that I've put it out into the universe maybe it will grow up to be a real story one day...ummm

Unedited and copyrighted by Janet Eckford

The warmth of his hand slipping between my thighs is my only indication that he is awake. It is slow, almost lazy in it's exploration of my softly smooth skin, and I keep my eyes tightly clasped in order to better experience the sensation. He drifts higher and higher and it seems that with every inch he gains my body becomes increasingly anxious. This caress in the darkest heart of night is unexpected after an intense quarrel that had me falling asleep with hurt feelings and murderous thoughts. My pain from harsh words spoken in anger coaxes my pride to resist, squeeze my legs tightly closed and bar the intruder admission, but I feel the lightest brush of fingertips against the softest part of my body and I submit.

Pride is no match for desire and I do not think I can desire any man more. He knows I am his even with harsh words and hurt feelings.

"When we are done, I promise we'll talk and I'll apologize, but let me say I'm sorry this way first," he whispers in my ear.

And I let him.