Saturday, July 26, 2014

Dawn ~ A rambling post about life

Today I watched the sun rise from a chair moist with dew. It wasn't the loveliest sunrise I've ever seen, nor was the wet seat the most comfortable place to rest, but I found contentment.

At my feet lay the goofiest dog I've ever met and a fat and mean cat glared at us both from the doorway. I'd just awakened and left the barn that we call home, leaving my children sleeping inside. The children and the barn aren't perfect, not by standards set by those who set standards about that sort of thing, but I wouldn't want it any other way. My children are beautiful, they make me proud, and our house might look like a barn on the outside, but it is clearly a home within.

The dog isn't the prettiest dog and has no pedigree. He's a neurotic part black lab, his family roots as diverse as my own. The cat was a stray, found in our backyard, who is too expensive for a cat and not even a very nice one most of the time.

My car is used and a lot of the things we own came to us second-hand. I am a terrible cook, but the cooking and the newness don't seem to matter to any of us.

We're not rich, we don't live exotic lives. Nothing about any of it says 'happiness' according to everything I'd been taught to expect.

And that was what made me so content. I guess I always believed every happy ever after has a handsome prince. I think I always thought comfort came from money, nice things, proving you were better--faster, stronger, more lovely, whatever.

I grew up with the notion that if you find the happy ever after, you live in a house with a white picket fence and a sports car and an suv, both new, in the driveway.

But what I realized? I don't want any of those things. That house? It comes with a mortgage and, once you've been paying on that for a while, taxes and repairs and upkeep...

I hate all of those things. I like my barn.
The cars are expensive--few actually have their cars paid off. My car isn't new--2004, thanks much--but I love it and I don't owe anyone anything on it.

Prince Charming? Well, I have two princes and one wonderful princess. I'm not unhappy without the prince and neither are did I just want him like the fence and the car payment? Something I thought would make me happy, but I already AM?

So looking at the sunrise--which wasn't that pretty, since clouds obscured most of it--sitting in front of the barn filled with second-hand treasures, children who aren't perfect, with a goofy dog and a fat mean cat...

And me, not perfect either (I'm chubby, you see, so therefore should be unhappy, even though I eat what I want and have been fortunate to not do without for quite a while) and not rich or world famous...

Just a writer in Ohio living a very normal life...

Looking at that sunrise, I realized that I've been waiting for things to 'get better' or for us to hit that magical point where everything fell into place.

What I hadn't realized? That we already had it all and I am very happy.

Anyway, the point of this blog isn't to brag. The point is that everyone at some point forgets that happy isn't always what we think it should be. Happy sometimes sneaks up while we're doing other things, while we're planning for tomorrow.

In my case, happy is here right now. Luckily, I realized it and drank tea with the goofy dog and fat cat and watched the sun rise over the hayfield...

And thanked the universe for all that I ever wanted, but never thought to ask for.

Monday, July 21, 2014

The real secret to success at anything creative

I've answered a lot of interview questions over the years (google interview and my name--links here would clutter the post) and I've been asked one thing again and again (whether in interviews and or writers, artists, etc.)...

How did you do it?

How does someone become an author? An artist? How does one make a go of a dream, really?

Here are some tips from me.

Don't go to the birthday party. Skip the picnic. Don't binge watch seven seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Forget cooking dinner tonight. Sleep? Not tonight. Don't answer the phone when it rings. Take a pass on that invitation to go shopping.

Sit your happy little tooshie down and work. Work when you're tired. Work when you're sick. Work when the sound of laughter and fun streams in your window on a beam of golden sunshine and every instinct begs you to go join in the fray. Work when you could be laughing. Work when you could be sleeping. Work. Work. Work. When you're tired of working, rub your eyes really hard and do five jumping jacks...then go back to work.

Eventually, you'll have something other people other people want to see. Celebrate at that point--go out and live life for a day or a weekend or an hour.

Then? Sit back down and go back to work.

You give up moments. You lose forever times in the real world in your dedication to the fictional characters or to the lines on the page or to the haze of imagination.

But you'll have a shot at the dream.

Friday, July 18, 2014

A Little Harmless Anniversary Blog Hop

From July 18th through July 27th, I'm joining a bunch of authors to celebrate the  10th anniversary of the Harmless series.   The Grand Prize is an iPad Mini, provided by Melissa Schroeder and you can win by entering below.

Mel is re-releasing A Little Harmless Sex, the book that started the whole fun Harmless series.


Is it love, or just a little harmless sex?

Max has always been Anna‘s knight in shining armor. But Max has always seen her as a charming, and very sexy, little sister.

Until Max’s cold fiance dumps him, Anna unloads another of her many conquests and she invites him over for margaritas and Mexican food. Too much tequila, too much flirting, and too many years of fighting the attraction — Max loses control and has mind-blowing sex with Anna on her couch. And in her shower. And in her bed. When the sun rises the next morning, both of them must face that their night together is just the first of many.

For Max, he knows he wants Anna forever, but convincing a commitment-phobe like Anna is no easy task. For Anna, she can’t believe she has finally slipped beneath Max’s steely self-control. He is every woman’s dark, wet fantasy come true.

But what happens when Max pushes Anna for more than just A Little Harmless Sex?

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

A Red Rose full of thorns...

Due to recent events, and for the lack of communication from Red Rose Publishing owner/ceo, Wendi Felter Gabbidon, I hereby publicly announce the termination of my contracts and reclaim all rights to the following creative works: Odd Stuff, The Odd Series Book 1.

My name is Virginia Nelson, writing as Virginia Nelson, and I am the author and sole copyright owner of the book Odd Stuff, by Virginia Nelson.  

Notification of this termination has been sent to Red Rose Publishing, the publisher, and DMCA notifications have been provided to third party vendors.

To the readers, I apologize for any inconvenience and will rerelease the series entirely--something I have been unable to do previously due to various issues with RRP.

Thanks so much for your continued support. 

Monday, July 14, 2014


The original cover, designed by the wonderful
Kendra for Sapphire Blue Publishing
What better time of year for National Nude day than the sweltering, muggy dog days of summer? Today, June 14th, is officially National Nude day. Celebrate! Be nekked.

Today is the day for...yup, you knew it was coming... everyone to go Clothing Optional.

One of the first books I ever wrote, this sizzling short story was my debut into the world of erotic romance. Years later and I still get new readers who enjoy this triad of friends and their steamy tropical vacation.

"Two men, one woman, a tropical optional."


Clothing Optional
Virginia Nelson

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On the rebound, Brie is thrilled at the idea of a vacation on the beaches of Florida. It will be especially great since it is with two men who are absolutely irresistible…and equally unattainable. Murphy and his boyfriend are offering the escape and maybe, if she spends enough time with them, she will be able to resist wanting to strip them every time she sees them.

Murphy has always been oddly attracted to his best pal, Brie. But he has never touched a woman in that way. When his lover and boyfriend Andy suggests they make love to her, that she is perfect for them to experience a ménage, Murphy wonders if he is not enough somehow.

But the temptation of having them both…When they get to the resort and find out that Clothing Optional should have been in bold print on the brochure, the three of them are in for the weekend of their lives.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

August Party Invite

There's gonna be a party!!

 And you're invited!
We used to have block parties when I lived in suburbia. Have you ever been to a block party? I loved the idea of a small town get together... Me and a bunch of my author palssharing giveaways, chatting, otherwise hanging out with the readers before we all gear up for back to school chaos.

List of attending authors coming soon, however you can join now so you don't miss out on anything. Prizes, games, giveaways and suchall the usual goodness of an author Facebook party. This one? I'm throwing the block party to celebrate the release of the second Watkin's Pond Series book, While You Were Writing.

So, come, join us. BYOB

Well, you don't have to bring your own books. I'm sure we'll be giving a bunch of those away, but you can bring a beer, if that's your thing. Sit in your undies or footie pjs, no need for makeup or even to brush your hair, and win things. It'll be magical. Join us? Here's the link to the facebook event where the party will be:

Authors, do you want to come play? Some of y'all will be getting an invite via email because we've partied together before. If we haven't, you're more than welcome to message me on fb or email and me or Sheri (who is helping to organize this because she is wonderful) will get the details emailed over to you ASAP.

Additional Note:

Runaway Groom 
Watkin's Pond Series, Book 1 
Available now!

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Add it on Goodreads
While You Were Writing
Watkin's Pond Series, Book 2 
Now available for preorder!

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Also, don't forget you can download the Virginia Nelson, Author App from the Google Play Store to stay updated on all the newest news!
xoxo- Virg

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

My cat is a jerk

Meet #Evilkitteh, aka Jinx (You can find her on instagram, too.)
I did the big meaningful post about how wonderful, even if flawed, my dog is and yet I've never really done a post about my cat.

My cat is a jerk.

I call her evilkitteh on the internet and I think people believe I'm kidding...

I'm not. She's a jerk.

She's fat, for one. If there was a kittycat Weight Watchers, I'd put her on it. I'm pretty sure when I call her fat, she's looking at me and laughing her cat-laugh. She's clearly thinking something along the lines of, "Yeah, look at your butt, or rather that sun eclipsing wad of cellulite you're sitting on, and then we'll talk about my swaying gut, mmhhmkah, human?"

She refuses to eat cat food. She became a Temptations addict about a year ago and will now go on hunger strikes (which don't seem to change the fat) until I cave and give her the cat-crack. I'm looking into support groups, maybe a Temptations rehab, but so far, no such luck.

She likes to stare at you, right in the eye, and then knock stuff down. She has a preference for glass things. I think the tinkling of broken glass is her idea of a symphony.

She tries to kill people
. Like all cats, she enjoys rubbing against your legs or flopping while you go down the stairs. If she manages to trip you, she generally purrs. She's bloodthirsty, that one.

She's a big fan of torturing the dog. Making him growl, jump, startle, freak out...all of it brings joy to her feline heart. Nothing makes her day more than making the dog fall down the stairs. It's like his yelp fulfills her.

She's working on her memoir. This writing is sometimes disturbed by me clicking the delete button, erasing the hard earned letters on the screen from her walking back and forth across the keyboard. Although she's been thwarted so far, she hasn't given up her dream of becoming a bestselling cat author. Me getting a touchscreen has further enabled her process and she diligantly works to finish her autobiography. The working title translates to, "Fat Cat in a Skinny World," but is spelled "af;iojdfsaokdfioijfdjkjdfasdfsaae4fsad" in cat language.

But my favorite trait in any creature is loyal. She may try to kill us. She may occasionally claw at us. She might even try to smother us in our sleep someday, but she's loyal.

She'll stick by us until the end and has proved that.

Even if she plans on the end happening sooner than we might prefer...

Is your cat a jerk, too? I know I can't be alone in this.