The Fantastic Blog Hop

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Fantastic Blog Hop – The Birth of a Legend

The Fantastic Blog Hop was born out of desperation in March of 2013. A few broke authors got together and decided to try their hands at organizing a blog tour for themselves. And so the Fantastic Blog Hop came to be. We began our maiden voyage in April of 2013.

Never let it be said that we didn’t know what we were doing. (We didn’t, but never let it be said!) We jumped in with both feet, only to sink into the muck up to our necks. We’re still digging our way out.

The hop was fun and moderately successful, so we thought we’d try it again, only this time with a bigger group. In addition to our first Fantastic Blog Hoppers: Rachel Rueben, Karen Vaughan, Ruth Davis Hays, Crimson Kildare, Kat Marlow & Dellani Oakes, we’ve added Juli Morgan, Stephanie Hussey, Kristen Duvall & Karina Gioertz.

We’re having fun getting to know one another and we hope you’ll enjoy getting to know us too.   The big, yellow bus is gassed up and ready to roam.  It’s carrying all the WRITE STARS.

The tour starts on August 15th….tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow

Are you ready?

The WRITE STARS and their blogs:

Dellani Oakes:

Kristen Duvall:

Ruth Davis Hays:

Juli Page Morgan:

Karen Vaughan:

S. A. Hussey:

Karina Gioertz:

Rachel Rueben:




Bah-da bah-da-da-da; Bah-da bah-da-da-da
Monday, Monday – Can’t trust that day.

Haven’t heard that song in quite some time but it’s ringing through my head. Stop..STOP I say! Why do random songs like that pop into one’s head? Huh? Things that make you go hmmmm.

Just noticed it’s been almost a month since I last blogged. I am so bad at keeping current…somedays I feel like a mole. Pop your head up from underground take a look and go Naaaaaaaaaah nope no way! LOL

I have been busy on Remembrance and I’m almost there, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel but (there’s always a but) I think I scared my muse. No, really, I think I did. She’s used to my laziness, unorganized and unorthodox style of writing and the fact that I actually have an outline written (and typed) right up to the very end, along with a short epilogue and promo for 2nd book and that I’ve been sitting at the computer daily welllll, I think I scared her. Either that or she’s fainted and in shock. I’m not exactly sure which.

I keep looking at my outline, stare at the wall, look at the outline again and nothing, nada, zilch comes. (I met him at the candy store..He turned around and smiled at me….?) My fingers sit patiently waiting for something… anything. Instead of tapping out words on the keyboard I hum songs recorded long before I was ever born. Isn’t that fantastic? What a unique gift. I’m so special (shhhh don’t tell anyone – Who would I tell? – Stop talking peeps, I’m trying to hear Daydream Believer by the Monkee’s).

Ok that song is over…now I have that blasted hum in my ear from listening to the music too loud. LOL You get that hum too, right? Like I was saying I’m not sure where my muse went but she better hurry up back – I have 5 more chapters calling, aching to be finished. I’ve looked everywhere for her and trust me, she’s not in or, on that white wall in front of my computer. Hmmmmm Nope she’s not. (Paperback Writer…Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book? It took me years to write, will you take a look?)

Ok so maybe…Eureka! Of course (smacks head). Muse chick could be lurking around going, yeah sure Steph YOU think you have it outlined YOU think you know your end. Mwahahahahahaha…think again my pretty. (my muse can get very sinister – she likes the cookies and candy given to her on the dark side).

The more I think about it-yeah I’m pretty sure that’s my muse. I get it now – she doesn’t like the organized Stephy. So here’s what I’m going to do. I’m putting away the outline and doing what I always do – write away and see what comes; she (my muse) always comes then. It’s worth a shot, right?

And, well…if that don’t work. A plate of thin mint cookies, Easter candy (jelly beans mmm) and a pot (what am I saying make that 3 pots) of coffee should lure her out of hiding.

Off to write…right after Mack the Knife stops playing.