tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8118653449765427822024-03-12T20:23:02.913-07:00Straight to the Heart of SuspenseLisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-6152463854288553342015-12-04T11:29:00.004-08:002015-12-04T11:29:45.643-08:00The Weekend That Wasn’t<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
Forget Black<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="aBn" data-term="goog_687781989" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">Friday</span></span>.<u></u><u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
Forget Football.<u></u><u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
Forget Shopping or eating leftovers.<u></u><u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC9JCVIErcrPRBKIaXmWorwiw2EZRVT5aiMV_5ChGrRvJbAt_svVZY7eBFysY5do8fCUOin9ywBQoAG7CmXEDWezh3M2fU2cIPoa0A2oxJp9_asXLmRpKckLZ4-NoitsTF4jQ8OPCd2wqe/s1600/lisa-blog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC9JCVIErcrPRBKIaXmWorwiw2EZRVT5aiMV_5ChGrRvJbAt_svVZY7eBFysY5do8fCUOin9ywBQoAG7CmXEDWezh3M2fU2cIPoa0A2oxJp9_asXLmRpKckLZ4-NoitsTF4jQ8OPCd2wqe/s320/lisa-blog1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
My four-day weekend, which I’d planned to spend with family and friends was spent fighting the flu. For a while, I was certain I was losing the battle, and before you ask, yes, I had the shot. Worse yet, I came down with it Thanksgiving evening, so there’s a chance I infected my whole family. At least I had a fun time doing it, right? Our family got together and had a great time with cousins, siblings, even ex-spouses. So hopefully no one else will come down with it. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3BsVwzH9o5jS2vLlLScZ6iyZzVxy1NDIJuv4gcaySNBQ22nTBffiDrX8tQgzfCD-9AOpd1pZpxEXLI6-On1-6wzWAGQ3mi9AFCKYq9LYmJ2GeID7aKNNpDAnO0fRP5N8W8WIUbRlq9u0K/s1600/lisa-blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3BsVwzH9o5jS2vLlLScZ6iyZzVxy1NDIJuv4gcaySNBQ22nTBffiDrX8tQgzfCD-9AOpd1pZpxEXLI6-On1-6wzWAGQ3mi9AFCKYq9LYmJ2GeID7aKNNpDAnO0fRP5N8W8WIUbRlq9u0K/s320/lisa-blog2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
Finally I’m on the mend, so I can ditch the over-the-counter remedies and cough drops and reclaim my work spot that the dogs took over while I was ailing. Now, I think, I’ll return to my WIP, and the wilds of Wyoming. There’s a hero and heroine who’ve been waiting for me to explain about that nasty little murder . . .Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-57146047433159461232015-12-01T11:03:00.002-08:002015-12-01T11:03:43.360-08:00The Skinny Behind Deep Freeze<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-converted-space">A </span>few years ago my editor was visiting and he said he had a great idea for a new book. Since we often work out plot details together, I was excited to hear what he had to say.<br /><u></u><u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
He said, “I’d like to see a story where the killer only kills in winter.”<br />I said, “Okay, but why does he only kill in winter?”<br />His reply? “I don’t know.”<u></u><u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
That was his great idea? <u></u><u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
A killer who only kills in winter? <u></u><u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
Not a lot to go on.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/lisajackson"><img alt="http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/lisajackson" border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-SEJWxlrok_OTFFlsHdd982PGsyBRoYAFTDt6qbHpUK0glCq5axMhlSXxcn5eBhhLBZyuQFTajYxIwbTz59T0WlDhJsnD9ahmARisbAkONkjr_BYqKAhnljq8C1J3rL9fVO8rwMTNBnJ/s320/deepfreeze-blog.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
<u></u><u></u> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
<u></u> <u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
Surprisingly though, just that little germ of a plot set me off, and the idea of a woman on the run from her previous life, a woman who had two teenaged daughters and needed a fresh start came to mind. I thought she should be running from the glitter and glitz and heat of Hollywood. <u></u><u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
What if she wanted to slow down a face-paced life that was beginning to run off the rails? What if she hoped for a more “real” life and a more normal or serene lifestyle? And what if that more “real” life was really much worse and turned into a deadly nightmare in the middle off a frigid storm? <u></u><u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
<u></u> <u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
The more I thought about the idea, the more it grew on me and eventually DEEP FREEZE was born. The book was a bestseller and has now been reissued. It’s sequel, FATAL BURN will be released again as well. To top things off, AFTER SHE’S GONE, the story of Jenna’s now grown daughters, Cassie and Allie Kramer will be available at the end of the month. <u></u><u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
<u></u> <u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
I find it amazing that from that comment of my editor wanting to see a story about a killer who only murdered in winter, three books have been born. And who knows if there isn’t yet another sequel to be written? </div>
Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-32612248959797237622015-11-25T10:48:00.000-08:002015-11-25T10:48:08.843-08:00Thanksgiving and Christmas are bittersweet this year...<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
Thanksgiving and Christmas are bittersweet this year. In the last month my family has lost two wonderful people. <u></u><u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
<u></u> <u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
Aunt Susie was a ray of sunshine, who had a smile for everyone. Outgoing and effervescent, she was the mother of my two first cousins and I never saw her without her signature grin. She was married to Uncle Blair my mother’s brother who passed away over thirty years ago. Cousin Dave said everyone in her family was a smiler, which I’d not noticed, but was true. Her wide smile and sparkling blue eyes are missed. Aunt Susie, you were a beacon.<u></u><u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
<u></u> <u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
Now, my uncle, married to my father’s sister, yes, the beloved Aunt Doris has passed. Uncle Mal was solid as a rock. A quiet, reserved man, he was small in stature but strong as an ox and as they aged my grandmother, father and aunt all steadied themselves on his always quickly offered arm. Mal never complained, had a soft chuckle and quick mind. He was married to my aunt for 57 years. They had no children so Sister Nan and I counted them more as step-parents than uncle and aunt. Uncle Mal, you were the rock and you are already missed.<u></u><u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
<u></u> <u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
The commonality in these two very different people, aside from the fact that they were married to my parents’ only siblings, was that I never once heard them say a negative word against anyone. Never. Nor did I ever hear either of them brag. They were simply the best.<u></u><u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
<u></u> <u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
And so, the holidays are a little less bright this year.</div>
Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-63793613263157883742015-11-20T08:41:00.000-08:002015-11-20T08:41:13.444-08:00STAY-CATION<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNOjtArUgpRJSg4qCmWrN5q8bCCiIgHBahiKzxSr7fPldL18ezjG4TIOB4MCPij40uWJCUsYiizjb1YK9VZgQPAdpJIsSckwPBnSbMgKb0sawEBq1TbQg3M89LlsR4Lnd2vU2HOVhVuJU/s1600/sparkles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a> </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
<strong><em>“To kids from one to ninety-two . . .”<u></u></em></strong><u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
<u></u> <u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
Or so the lyrics of<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><i>The Christmas Song</i><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>go as I remember them. Well, in my case it’s “from five to ninety-three.” I’ve been off work for a week, but staying at home. Yesterday I helped my ninety-three year old aunt put on her shoes, then later, I heard my grandson call out “G-Ma, can you help me with my shoes?” Yes, sir, I can! As I helped the five-year-old with his shoes, I thought of the lyrics. <u></u><u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
<u></u> <u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
Right now the kids/grandkids are camping out with me and my sister and I are helping our aunt and uncle into an assisted care facility that’s only a stone’s throw from our homes. So it’s been a family staycation week which meant I put away my computer. Let me tell you, it’s been worth it. Aunt Doris LOVES her new digs and this past week, listening to five-year-old and three-year-old philosophies has been invigorating and exhausting. (Oh, my aching back!) Each night, rain or shine, we walk outside, touch the Christmas lights and make a wish to Santa. “Shhh. It’s a secret!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNOjtArUgpRJSg4qCmWrN5q8bCCiIgHBahiKzxSr7fPldL18ezjG4TIOB4MCPij40uWJCUsYiizjb1YK9VZgQPAdpJIsSckwPBnSbMgKb0sawEBq1TbQg3M89LlsR4Lnd2vU2HOVhVuJU/s1600/sparkles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNOjtArUgpRJSg4qCmWrN5q8bCCiIgHBahiKzxSr7fPldL18ezjG4TIOB4MCPij40uWJCUsYiizjb1YK9VZgQPAdpJIsSckwPBnSbMgKb0sawEBq1TbQg3M89LlsR4Lnd2vU2HOVhVuJU/s320/sparkles.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
<u></u> <u></u></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11pt/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
Tomorrow most of the staycation ends and I’ll find myself back in the wilds of Wyoming, finishing my section of the sequel to SINISTER a novel I cowrote a few years back with Nancy Bush and Rosalind Noonan. I’m having great fun with the story, but I’m glad I took a break for time with the grandkids while they really are still “littles.” It’s amazing how kids see the world. Maybe I’ll take a lesson!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-12885773806052362962015-11-11T12:15:00.000-08:002015-11-11T12:18:07.430-08:00Removing the Halloween decorations, Charming Christmas, and Sinister sequel news<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq-u92eTqwJSU3oRW25oLoGsLmXUf_Jzl7NmnXucQ7ClwlxdVtImZDPYf5Crq5vSNLh-dkBITMV_oKfm7kZMHpkS4hRBuq-pks9TCafLKDqBq-EkPm7KJ9ifZTSIAmJCVYpxheXmn_0-qG/s1600/lisa3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq-u92eTqwJSU3oRW25oLoGsLmXUf_Jzl7NmnXucQ7ClwlxdVtImZDPYf5Crq5vSNLh-dkBITMV_oKfm7kZMHpkS4hRBuq-pks9TCafLKDqBq-EkPm7KJ9ifZTSIAmJCVYpxheXmn_0-qG/s200/lisa3.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This week I took down the Halloween decorations, well except for the yellow Crime Scene tape which is still cordoning off the office where I’ve started stashing Christmas gifts. The tape is supposed to keep the grandkids out. (Yeah, right.) Anyway, I hated to see the jack-o-lanterns, black cats and witches leave, but I guess there’s a time for everything and I’m already turning my sites onto Thanksgiving and Christmas.<u></u><u></u></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
<u></u><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> <u></u></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwwOw4Rramt2i2Pg-LXs457rKbS8oIp009ibTIwPJ6ClZZwNRdrK1JW7DJkq8NTDNkq2whQrta8iZQ4cDQzA-EvVbpzCK1srofr3xDCUpxHRLIu6H0YE1i76hTZFDSzWOWJptib3eNNcM6/s1600/lisa1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwwOw4Rramt2i2Pg-LXs457rKbS8oIp009ibTIwPJ6ClZZwNRdrK1JW7DJkq8NTDNkq2whQrta8iZQ4cDQzA-EvVbpzCK1srofr3xDCUpxHRLIu6H0YE1i76hTZFDSzWOWJptib3eNNcM6/s1600/lisa1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwwOw4Rramt2i2Pg-LXs457rKbS8oIp009ibTIwPJ6ClZZwNRdrK1JW7DJkq8NTDNkq2whQrta8iZQ4cDQzA-EvVbpzCK1srofr3xDCUpxHRLIu6H0YE1i76hTZFDSzWOWJptib3eNNcM6/s200/lisa1.jpg" width="121" /></span></a></div>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1973760686" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">On Sunday</span></span><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I got into the spirit of Christmas early by watching CHARMING CHRISTMAS on the Hallmark channel. The movie was inspired by my friend Rosalind Noonan’s CHARMING CHRISTMAS which is in the stores in book form now. So it was fun to sit down with dark chocolate and wine and good friends. We watched at Sister Nan’s house and had fun. Roz and Nan had visited the set while the movie was being filmed so they were familiar with some of the scenes!</span> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
<u></u><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> <u></u></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3Vo_X3VmSfLGgA307HUUabM1RgZXkof5ypZ1KkXjx5S3_2OOMX05D7M7dederPJiUgtPncyRNyoTvXJ-HjXSARKwavPSpcCwRgEfI48ZitjlJ1brrBY52jf82qfPcxOO-8P0-SHovNg_/s1600/lisa2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3Vo_X3VmSfLGgA307HUUabM1RgZXkof5ypZ1KkXjx5S3_2OOMX05D7M7dederPJiUgtPncyRNyoTvXJ-HjXSARKwavPSpcCwRgEfI48ZitjlJ1brrBY52jf82qfPcxOO-8P0-SHovNg_/s1600/lisa2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV3Vo_X3VmSfLGgA307HUUabM1RgZXkof5ypZ1KkXjx5S3_2OOMX05D7M7dederPJiUgtPncyRNyoTvXJ-HjXSARKwavPSpcCwRgEfI48ZitjlJ1brrBY52jf82qfPcxOO-8P0-SHovNg_/s320/lisa2.jpg" width="195" /></span></a></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Roz has been a friend for years, ever since she was an editor at Silhouette Books and bought Nan’s first novel . . . that was a few years back. It was a young adult book originally titled ABBY’S CHANCE but was eventually renamed DARE TO LOVE. Now thirty-odd years later the three of us write together at times. Our first book was SINISTER, set in Wyoming. SINISTER was a thriller with a murder mystery and a suspense/cowboy angle. The book was out a few years back and sold well, so, now we’re working on the sequel, as yet untitled. I’m almost done with the first section, then I’ll pass what I’ve written on to Roz. When Roz has written her section and melded the two existing plot lines, she’ll pass it on to Nancy for her section and tying it all together. Yeah, it’s a little complicated, but a lot of fun! The new story is as yet unnamed, though we refer to it as Wyoming II or Sinisterer. When it’s finished and we have a title and release date, I’ll let you know. In the meantime, I’ll keep working on it and pack up all the skeletons and ghouls to hide in the garage until next October.</span></div>
Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-45901455372014080782015-11-06T12:01:00.000-08:002015-11-06T12:01:16.879-08:00Just Call Me A Hypocrite<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYdtF22bWYgF_9qE0tCXglZcU_gSqtlSyn8KYaPBHrPb_oBeAbn8titTrbaFT0Jm_kZQi8jCI8niAh3k-KEsPb_T9F3kwACXpJwuvR1kxYaCuT5Ad8TdfKxy6kM0FxJogTXCgtM_j0DPQ6/s1600/jackie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYdtF22bWYgF_9qE0tCXglZcU_gSqtlSyn8KYaPBHrPb_oBeAbn8titTrbaFT0Jm_kZQi8jCI8niAh3k-KEsPb_T9F3kwACXpJwuvR1kxYaCuT5Ad8TdfKxy6kM0FxJogTXCgtM_j0DPQ6/s320/jackie.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 14.66px/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">Yeah. I talk a lot about hating the holiday season start around Labor Day. I mean, you can buy Christmas wrap in the stores when August is barely over. And artificial trees are lit in the big box stores by Halloween, which kind of frosts me. But . . . yes, I have partaken. I’ve bought the wrap early, the occasional gift in July, if I see “just the right thing” for someone on my list, but I try not to get into the spirit too early. I think it ruins the electricity and fun of the season. However, I have a confession: This year my Christmas lights are already up. Why so early? Here’s my excuse. You can buy it if you want. Because of all of Ken’s surgeries he can no longer climb high on ladders and string lights, (he fell off a few years back and ended up with back surgery). I’m not climbing above two feet any longer, so I have to schedule with a company that comes and puts up the lights (at least the high ones that require extension ladders.) This year my appointment choices were limited. I opted for the earliest to put up and the latest to take down, because, really, I’m a sucker for the lights. Not all the other goo-gah, glitter and glitz, mind you. But I do love writing on my laptop near the window, dogs on the big chair with me, coffee at my side and colored lights glowing through panes. So, yeah, I’m that person, and a hypocrite to boot! I’m sure my neighbors are rolling their eyes, and I did think about unplugging the string, but that seems a waste. After all, I’m the “eccentric writer” in the neighborhood—boy does that handle come in handy at time. So, for now, the lights are winking brightly as I sit with the doggies and write about murder and mayhem in Wyoming. ‘Tis<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><i style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14.66px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">almost</i><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 14.66px/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>the season.</span>Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-40564984791743326852015-11-02T10:35:00.002-08:002015-11-02T10:35:51.906-08:00Falling Backward into Stupidity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd4wwzZyrAkJURpNQbj4FOaHOxgywKBwuMWo82-jevTCpe2l0YWdaeasBKT6xq5mh9C4AytsRXxYEr-KDPRqfMBvrxbUNkI3d5GyzC3OvfHVG3VQ4OXjPX3X_r6ABjqAkhSMMnczMYJzZ/s1600/fallback.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd4wwzZyrAkJURpNQbj4FOaHOxgywKBwuMWo82-jevTCpe2l0YWdaeasBKT6xq5mh9C4AytsRXxYEr-KDPRqfMBvrxbUNkI3d5GyzC3OvfHVG3VQ4OXjPX3X_r6ABjqAkhSMMnczMYJzZ/s320/fallback.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 14.66px/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">I started off November realizing that the smart phones/clocks/televisions/</span><wbr style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 14.66px/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;"></wbr><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 14.66px/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;">whatever are smarter than I am. Sheesh. I woke up knowing full well that I needed to set my clock back, so I waited as long as I could stand it and finally got up. I still thought it was around<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span class="aBn" data-term="goog_739301284" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; color: #222222; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 14.66px/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; position: relative; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; top: -2px; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">4:30</span></span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #222222; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 14.66px/normal Calibri, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>and it was sooo dark out. What did I know? Then I looked at my phone. It agreed with the clock that hadn’t been set back, but the oven and microwave were still an hour ahead. The computer was behind and I had to assume that half the clocks in the house had fallen back, the others were like me, not of the “smart” variety. I think now everything is as it should be. No, wait. The car! It’s new. Could it’s clock be off? With all of its blue tooth, GPS, warning sensors and the like, surely it fell back. Right? I’d better check. I’m thinking the machines should be more stupid or I should be smarter. (Probably the latter.) Whatever the case, the whole ordeal called for lots more coffee before I tackled my current work in progress. </span></div>
<br />Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-27201688015414160112013-06-04T22:38:00.000-07:002013-06-04T22:38:57.155-07:00Pin this, pin that<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMFXMgyNeGBFD-YTuXXJ2yyXfJahSnzSNZLx1NAxc_hNzqnPo1QlPE6ozAqzfEOm9Ubmd0Vm7Goo5mAJbuYdDEPDCFk1XN1d1PCiMpZxKiuaqU6BY5F4NfiLEQlGqHcH-d1xf9ZZJSbasC/s1600/shutterstock_901815461.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMFXMgyNeGBFD-YTuXXJ2yyXfJahSnzSNZLx1NAxc_hNzqnPo1QlPE6ozAqzfEOm9Ubmd0Vm7Goo5mAJbuYdDEPDCFk1XN1d1PCiMpZxKiuaqU6BY5F4NfiLEQlGqHcH-d1xf9ZZJSbasC/s320/shutterstock_901815461.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
So, I've recently jumped on the Pinterest bandwagon. And I have to be honest, I don't think I really understand it. But OK, I'll try and figure it out.<br />
<br />
I do have to say, it's fun to get on there and look through the other "pins." I've found some really fun stuff. And it's also been kind of handy for me, looking for different pins related to New Orleans or Montana. Sometimes if I'm stuck, having a hard time with a scene and I browse Pinterest, I'll see something that will give me that spark I was looking for.<br />
<br />
But, I'm not claiming to be pinner-extrodinaire, I'm still learning. As my boys like to remind me, sometimes I think I'm more "with it" than I am! But, hey, I'm giving it a shot. <a href="http://pinterest.com/readlisajackson/boards/">Check me out</a>,<i> follow </i>me if you like!Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-42100547552356933192013-05-09T15:01:00.001-07:002013-05-09T15:01:55.997-07:00Beach SeasonIt's that time, and I am soooo ready! I actually co-wrote <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Beach-Season-Lisa-Jackson/dp/0758265638/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1368135480&sr=1-1&keywords=beach+season">a book</a> titled exactly that last year and it was so much fun! My toes in the sand, BBQs on the back deck, cozying up by the fire at night, that's what beach season is for me, what does it mean for you?<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVrwHksFRvPVRNzy_kW7EM6sOuV0yi0x2ZZllk5q2iV3UDypRgoqRfyABBaqNnPjm2O3JJTsU-HA4PmgYdD_fM4NWs7IbvpMk5rUyeymyIdbdcLhQBGONPZm-XIN96Sgwslksu3pPYVnfo/s1600/beachseason.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVrwHksFRvPVRNzy_kW7EM6sOuV0yi0x2ZZllk5q2iV3UDypRgoqRfyABBaqNnPjm2O3JJTsU-HA4PmgYdD_fM4NWs7IbvpMk5rUyeymyIdbdcLhQBGONPZm-XIN96Sgwslksu3pPYVnfo/s400/beachseason.jpg" width="265" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
I usually "officially" open my beach house again for the year around the Memorial Day weekend, but it's been so nice here these past few weeks, the house is now officially O.P.E.N!! Summertime is always a fun time for making memories, family and friends for long, lazy weekends, sand volleyball, I'm strictly a spectator! Sand castle building, seashell hunting, and don't forget the ice cream!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYlrZC1xdqnsLtZPL-RHen48nwB4tmV6NYADVTnQQBi1_FQGfmjXyLQ28QiltjN8tiuhdAxPDDOb3N9eOmZufvklRwBX4sYwcMSKZpzpZW7drUhr3IPPXQ51aCgUe-klitmlHwE1Q3-Vej/s1600/beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYlrZC1xdqnsLtZPL-RHen48nwB4tmV6NYADVTnQQBi1_FQGfmjXyLQ28QiltjN8tiuhdAxPDDOb3N9eOmZufvklRwBX4sYwcMSKZpzpZW7drUhr3IPPXQ51aCgUe-klitmlHwE1Q3-Vej/s400/beach.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
So, for me, it's beach season. Hooray!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-48653105740621720382013-04-02T15:17:00.000-07:002013-04-02T16:00:44.149-07:00YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR8hXJYjCauJwJj5_k6kD1h-J7Z-UmIVg_bDYxlJQ2cCHgK-k7gsTccGnLYJ1IRieviknhbNbNztiTmoD90ZMW8YyXJn9bcZzirs3IH8ic9b2z3OEudvZObaR-QOFR4Nt5EE12tjlrr9cb/s1600/youdontwanttoknow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR8hXJYjCauJwJj5_k6kD1h-J7Z-UmIVg_bDYxlJQ2cCHgK-k7gsTccGnLYJ1IRieviknhbNbNztiTmoD90ZMW8YyXJn9bcZzirs3IH8ic9b2z3OEudvZObaR-QOFR4Nt5EE12tjlrr9cb/s400/youdontwanttoknow.jpg" width="243" /> </a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
Well, you might. <a href="http://lisajackson.com/book.cfm?bookid=161">YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW</a> is still hanging on the lists and I couldn't be happier! Thanks to everyone who's gone out to grab a copy, it's because of you!! So thank you, thank you, thank you, from the bottom of my heart! I hope you're having as much fun with the book as I did writing it!<br />
<br />
AND...... I'm gearing up for a fun-filled summer! I've got three, yep, THREE new books coming out this summer. The first, in June, is with my sister, and fellow author, <a href="http://www.nancybush.net/">Nancy Bush</a>, and it's the next in our colony series, <a href="http://lisajackson.com/book.cfm?bookid=162">SOMETHING WICKED</a>. Followed by <a href="http://lisajackson.com/book.cfm?bookid=163">TELL ME</a> in July. And finally, in August, Pescoli and Alvarez are back in <a href="http://lisajackson.com/book.cfm?bookid=164">READY TO DIE</a>. I've got some fun promotions in the works for these summer reads so find me on<a href="https://www.facebook.com/lisajacksonfans?ref=ts&fref=ts"> facebook</a> or visit my <a href="http://lisajackson.com/index.cfm">website</a> to learn more!<br />
<br />
Hooray for Summer!Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-35922419033798040442012-09-06T14:15:00.001-07:002012-09-06T14:16:06.052-07:00Ready to fall-inOk, Labor Day has come and gone for this year and you know what that means, autumn is on its way! Fall is absolutely my favorite time of year. The leaves turning, the air cooling, pumpkin-flavored anything, evenings by the fire. Oooooh, I get that cozy feeling just thinking about it.<br />
<br />
I also love autumn because it's the best time for me to write. Like I said, a nice fire, something warm to drink, I can really get lost in the lives I'm writing about! Right now I'm just getting settled back into Grizzly Falls and hanging out with my girls, Alvarez and Pescoli. READY TO DIE will be the next in the "TO DIE" series, and I'm really excited about it!<br />
<br />
Uh-Oh, here comes Jackie reminding me to get back to work!Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-73667714165770303532012-08-22T07:22:00.000-07:002012-08-22T07:22:50.068-07:00If you can't stand the heat......<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPqGQ4rWewccUBy7P6Y3_IuSJRtFwqn5CHQAHjOTCO20uGFb7XA-9u-VXkowCRGDktNVw22B6ffIGltLOAJb7o9esSilKpCsg9Nu3DSRec094DmJSah4hX6sJA4tFD5vO1jyMsaJIVhGXj/s1600/237897_thumbnail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPqGQ4rWewccUBy7P6Y3_IuSJRtFwqn5CHQAHjOTCO20uGFb7XA-9u-VXkowCRGDktNVw22B6ffIGltLOAJb7o9esSilKpCsg9Nu3DSRec094DmJSah4hX6sJA4tFD5vO1jyMsaJIVhGXj/s400/237897_thumbnail.jpg" width="353" /></a></div>
<br />
Ok, I'm convinced I could never live someplace like the southwest. Not that I was contemplating a move anytime soon! We've experienced some all-time high temperatures here in the northwest the last couple of weeks, and I'm so happy our "normal" weather has returned!<br />
<br />
I suppose growing up and living my entire life in the northwest has conditioned my body to be less capable of handling those hot, hot temperatures. One plus though, I got TONS done on my next "<a href="http://www.lisajackson.com/series.cfm">TO DIE</a>" book, I couldn't wait to visit Grizzly Falls and the snowfall!<br />
<br />
I hope where ever you are, you're keeping cool and enjoying the tail end of summer!Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-16860115956617177472012-08-07T05:00:00.000-07:002012-08-07T05:00:13.733-07:00YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">TODAY'S THE DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjBmtLlXczkaK9fy0hdOCHLmnIUIjCO7i0xJVBEbAclu3hPCHD_XOe_XTGL1JejTbXpm284FweBDE_qAUd40PFWSNmlxk-9qkkm1VQXAgwNdkQkWxKk_hJgEG_EhnGZvCYXHs2SHao_gh/s1600/you+don%2527t+want+to+know+%2528ePostcard%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYjBmtLlXczkaK9fy0hdOCHLmnIUIjCO7i0xJVBEbAclu3hPCHD_XOe_XTGL1JejTbXpm284FweBDE_qAUd40PFWSNmlxk-9qkkm1VQXAgwNdkQkWxKk_hJgEG_EhnGZvCYXHs2SHao_gh/s640/you+don%2527t+want+to+know+%2528ePostcard%2529.jpg" width="450" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-72535241433389995742012-08-05T09:31:00.000-07:002012-08-05T09:50:39.639-07:00You DO Want to Know<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Here’s a heads up! <a href="http://lisajackson.com/book.cfm?bookid=151">YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW</a> is available August 7<sup>th</sup>!!! (Is it a sign that August 7<sup>th</sup> was my mother’s birthday, and <i>her </i>mother’s as well?) Check out an <a href="http://lisajackson.com/excerpt.cfm?bookid=151">excerpt</a>!</span><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFkfd_D1lzkCAQwhk_pXR_Q9j1HoKWuYiEwKMvWfBIQyTqHrAs8ozWXqHj17a-6zNPHK4QUS32_k9gfhf7tGSuFLr_egf5FKByjPxOVn0iXrSl7btwI7cIbojCYfVudDI4KwxZozGJATbV/s1600/youdont.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFkfd_D1lzkCAQwhk_pXR_Q9j1HoKWuYiEwKMvWfBIQyTqHrAs8ozWXqHj17a-6zNPHK4QUS32_k9gfhf7tGSuFLr_egf5FKByjPxOVn0iXrSl7btwI7cIbojCYfVudDI4KwxZozGJATbV/s640/youdont.jpg" width="425" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span>Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-61418991564536342202012-07-16T14:06:00.000-07:002012-07-16T14:06:50.775-07:00Jersey Boys Walk!<span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif";">Wow.
I had a great time in New York City for Thrillerfest. But, I didn’t
work the whole time I was back East. Aside from trying out some new
restaurants, we went to a Broadway play, Jersey Boys and tripped down
memory lane! We did some other sight-seeing, dined in some new spots
and tried to avoid the heat, to no avail! It was a lot of fun as you
can see from some of these shots!</span><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvf7npleEJW_w8wp13Wovh8diHX0S6QSVpTUQnQ_jngd2yL7D_79ezFpKGyMF33GbkXK5QlO6j55szmKWhsG0NWCL-FPYKSHx5L99yYajlls1AQs37FyyB6QZTro5oRW9GBiSh2dumUaOu/s1600/jersey+boys" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvf7npleEJW_w8wp13Wovh8diHX0S6QSVpTUQnQ_jngd2yL7D_79ezFpKGyMF33GbkXK5QlO6j55szmKWhsG0NWCL-FPYKSHx5L99yYajlls1AQs37FyyB6QZTro5oRW9GBiSh2dumUaOu/s400/jersey+boys" width="300" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_6nFIsYB8UK0Aogpdckzrauex00aM_P_lz4YUvcBRLTWcPZvy5SbQYQcMuX9_Bu8njDSioCIEeqvTvklArft4uyS41zBEFFDXVu6e8RVpz5H-e2V0j7hIt7NGyRDBmJP8NhNUryhXVp0/s1600/kensington+lunch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_6nFIsYB8UK0Aogpdckzrauex00aM_P_lz4YUvcBRLTWcPZvy5SbQYQcMuX9_Bu8njDSioCIEeqvTvklArft4uyS41zBEFFDXVu6e8RVpz5H-e2V0j7hIt7NGyRDBmJP8NhNUryhXVp0/s400/kensington+lunch.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-2059603384543377062012-07-02T14:18:00.001-07:002012-07-02T22:25:14.531-07:00Here Today, Where Tomorrow?Whew, what a couple of weeks! My agent came out for a visit, and of course we discussed <a href="http://lisajackson.com/order.cfm?bookid=150">AFRAID TO DIE</a> and what I'm currently working on, but also RWA (which I'll be attending) and numerous other appearances I've got scheduled for the tail end of summer. (Check out <a href="http://www.lisajackson.com/">LisaJackson.com</a> for updates and all the up-to-date details. I've been back and forth to the coast, managing a project there, a quick trip to California to visit my niece, oh, and I'm supposed to be writing in there somewhere too!<br />
<br />
I guess I should mention I had some time in there to celebrate the incredible release of <a href="http://lisajackson.com/order.cfm?bookid=150">AFRAID TO DIE</a>!! Thanks to you all, it's #2 on the <i>NY Times</i> and I just found out it's in the top spot on <i>Publisher's Weekly</i> bestseller list!! Who says Mondays are all bad?! Not me, not this week at least! Thanks to all of you who went out (or stayed in and got it on your e-reader) and picked up a copy. I hope you're all having as much fun reading it as I did writing it!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixntKYR8l6yU2EuaeflcBwRoPpu9xbvevAicwAMzWrM00z-Ho6xzUVbuaZwP4p320T-IJ1SljbKqzIEe0_D0b5X8hN6GA4YC5NR4MUrDAl7DVQcpmDC7dsiCMJ12b-JdJcFr0CTNnjbqki/s1600/Afraid+to+Die+MM+comp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixntKYR8l6yU2EuaeflcBwRoPpu9xbvevAicwAMzWrM00z-Ho6xzUVbuaZwP4p320T-IJ1SljbKqzIEe0_D0b5X8hN6GA4YC5NR4MUrDAl7DVQcpmDC7dsiCMJ12b-JdJcFr0CTNnjbqki/s640/Afraid+to+Die+MM+comp.jpg" width="396" /></a></div>
<br />
So now, I've got my diet Coke and Jackie at my feet, and I'm back in New Orleans with Bentz and Montoya. Cheers!Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-38284698084061197872012-06-13T08:43:00.000-07:002012-06-13T08:43:00.085-07:00The Jackie O No SagaPoor Jackie O No. She’s been diagnosed with a chronic condition in which her eyes don’t produce enough tears to keep them moist. For the past two months she (and I) have been struggling with a different series of drops and the hated Cone of Shame. Well, there might be light at the end of the tunnel!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx20G-aDvCvowsam5283rRi8MO54LCGY2wDlDk419lvbI6-upDpFnmbsn0Lxr4wLN5NW5Jv93feSC3ha7m0e3jFuvO2K7fMj_G1ZUK_JSV_M3vrX-uuTaJokDcuYA4WQphyn3G_Ivf9H1j/s1600/photo+%2817%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx20G-aDvCvowsam5283rRi8MO54LCGY2wDlDk419lvbI6-upDpFnmbsn0Lxr4wLN5NW5Jv93feSC3ha7m0e3jFuvO2K7fMj_G1ZUK_JSV_M3vrX-uuTaJokDcuYA4WQphyn3G_Ivf9H1j/s400/photo+%2817%29.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>
<br />
Recently the vet told me that she was getting better with treatment and that the cone will soon be relegated to the closet. (My prayers have been answered!) She’s been a real trooper during the convalescent period, even coming when called for the drops, though her little curl of a tail usually flattens and her head lowers. I can’t help it; I give her a treat after each application and if I don’t watch out, she’ll not only be battling eye problems but obesity as well….man, that girl loves to eat. Anyway, I was thrilled she’s on the mend and I’m hoping that soon she’ll be back to her bouncing, happy, naughty self!Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-26900575630756588892012-06-08T07:32:00.000-07:002012-06-08T07:32:00.040-07:00AFRAID TO DIEJust in time for the hot summer sun, <a href="http://lisajackson.com/book.cfm?bookid=150">AFRAID TO DIE</a> is about to hit book shelves (real and virtual) and it's sure to send a chill down your spine! It'll be out in less than a week, and is of course, available for pre-order now.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlvnT8BNof6lJIwX5msz9NGDPrTWLylEAM0AyKWREDooRx0GWGzGd8ZcgP2HDkGwqR8K-RkGVNPnBOlGxRPiPWH1cCDwJOpOCBmuWunJJXWMqW0nV6P6zfDvsUDb9VNETWeuWDO7FtTqUi/s1600/Afraid+to+Die+MM+comp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlvnT8BNof6lJIwX5msz9NGDPrTWLylEAM0AyKWREDooRx0GWGzGd8ZcgP2HDkGwqR8K-RkGVNPnBOlGxRPiPWH1cCDwJOpOCBmuWunJJXWMqW0nV6P6zfDvsUDb9VNETWeuWDO7FtTqUi/s400/Afraid+to+Die+MM+comp.jpg" width="247" /></a></div>
<br />
Detectives Pescoli and Alvarez are back and on the trail of a new serial killer. Interested? Read an excerpt <a href="http://lisajackson.com/excerpt.cfm?bookid=150">here</a>. These are two of my favorite characters, and I really had a blast writing this book. I also love to get back to Grizzly Falls, it feels a lot like home. I guess that's probably because I've (loosely) based it on the small town I grew up in.<br />
<br />
AFRAID TO DIE is the fourth installment of
the "To Die" Series and this one focuses on Selena Alvarez and the secrets of her
past. The other books, in order are, LEFT TO DIE, CHOSEN TO DIE, BORN
TO DIE and now AFRAID TO DIE. Next year (and already approved) will be
READY TO DIE. I think these gals are here to stay!Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-86977681426629766972012-05-24T06:59:00.000-07:002012-05-24T06:59:32.064-07:00BEACH SEASONThis month, <a href="http://lisajackson.com/book.cfm?bookid=156">BEACH SEASON</a> is available, actually in just a few days. This is an anthology of four stories from four different authors. My story, THE BRASS RING, is a complete novel that was published a few years back. The other stories are brand new and written by some talented authors, <a href="http://cathylamb.net/">Cathy Lamb</a>, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Rosalind-Noonan-Author/142544812441320">Rosalind Noonan</a> and <a href="http://www.hollychamberlin.com/">Holly Chamberlin</a>. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1WHBHIj1l1qClQ4XJFjCC0QLT8Nlhsgfcl31Bi5i-oZdRpb-N99_gdkmd42XwNUw9rTHkrsIZpDFLLBO6NY8P6PKyUyXFW8TKRwC4NjGGmVY0hAoIbRWBA_Dr0oHAxvtBq58g0nnJgeEm/s1600/beach+season" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1WHBHIj1l1qClQ4XJFjCC0QLT8Nlhsgfcl31Bi5i-oZdRpb-N99_gdkmd42XwNUw9rTHkrsIZpDFLLBO6NY8P6PKyUyXFW8TKRwC4NjGGmVY0hAoIbRWBA_Dr0oHAxvtBq58g0nnJgeEm/s640/beach+season" width="424" /></a></div>
<br />
BEACH SEASON is a light, fun read, and as the title implies, just right for a day relaxing in the sand, under an umbrella, cooling drink in hand, toes tickled by the waves! Each novel is a about love lost and love found. It's a great book to get you in "summer mode," you'll be feeling the heat!<br />
<br />
<br />Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-26526342603275188712012-05-09T13:25:00.004-07:002012-05-09T13:25:51.757-07:00Lisa Jackson, Straight to the Heart of Your Town<span id="yui_3_2_0_17_1335915896736661" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 12.0pt;">If
you’ve had a chance to check out the <a href="https://apps.facebook.com/lisajackson/?ref=ts">Lisa Jackson Facebook app</a>, (and if you haven't you should!) you’ve seen the contest: “BRING LISA
TO YOUR TOWN.” My publisher's idea, it’s a launch party for <a href="http://lisajackson.com/book.cfm?bookid=151">YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW</a>, and I'll be celebrating with all of the fans from the winning city. Anyone in the U.S. is encourage to vote as many times as they'd like until the end of June. Oh, and make sure to share with
friends in your area, so that on August 7<sup>th</sup>, when the book is officially on
sale, we can all celebrate together! I'll be in your town, signing books and handing out prizes, and mingling with everyone who voted me to your town. It should be lots of fun and I’m looking forward to the trip. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsI2NDnTZDZ0WWtdygk7DV-CUIRqFf1U_1N8Pd6f_vcyfjrnTpVsxpPFYNCpuSK6ofXsSfEDC2eo-OrHW7Hx5eSFY79iiHmuNQ41OwXqIfzvIgNp1LnLpypRuMY5Sy7edSa37E19OWYBwN/s1600/straighttotheheart-contest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="114" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsI2NDnTZDZ0WWtdygk7DV-CUIRqFf1U_1N8Pd6f_vcyfjrnTpVsxpPFYNCpuSK6ofXsSfEDC2eo-OrHW7Hx5eSFY79iiHmuNQ41OwXqIfzvIgNp1LnLpypRuMY5Sy7edSa37E19OWYBwN/s640/straighttotheheart-contest.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<span id="yui_3_2_0_17_1335915896736661" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 12pt;">Another fun fact that makes this celebration all the more special, and this is just a coincidence, but August 7<sup>th</sup>
was my mother’s birthday, as well as her mother’s birthday. In the
book <a href="http://lisajackson.com/book.cfm?bookID=99">SHIVER</a>, the heroine, Abby, was born on the same day as her
mother, Faith Chastain, who is, to this day, one of my favorite
characters. That connection was inspired by my mom’s birthday with her mother.
So, I’m glad to celebrate their birthdays as well. My mother would have
been 88, this August 7<sup>th</sup> and my grandmother 114! I think we should all celebrate!</span>Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-79892162119298799812012-05-02T10:35:00.000-07:002012-05-02T10:38:27.156-07:00Secrets and LiesGood news, <a href="http://www.lisajackson.com/book.cfm?bookID=149">SECRETS AND LIES</a>, my latest 2-books-in-1-volume novel from Harlequin, is now available! The novels, HE’S A BAD BOY and HE’S JUST A COWBOY are the first two stories that surround the fictitious community of Whitefire Lake, California. Another volume, <a href="http://www.lisajackson.com/book.cfm?bookid=155">CONFESSIONS </a>will be on the stands at the end of the year and it will contain the last two books of the series, HE’S A RICH BOY and HE’S MY SOLDIER BOY.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6tJE-17-m4CmeGipvicPgtVQOXYRqyjjx_a2wa-H9tjmq0yPQkVSiFoofPGFXKBV41sll-U3NUja-ywK6xeSSgdxNk23oEKoX42G2tKsltj1Id0zwn0xEeFZMySFvalgi2ImbSdGlX0a/s400/9780373776825_smp_cmyk-1+%284%29.jpg" width="251" /></div>
<br />
The four original books were one of my first forays into writing a <a href="http://www.lisajackson.com/series.cfm">series</a>, which I now love. They are actually the precursors to series like the Montoya/Bentz series set in New Orleans or the “To Die” series with Detectives Alvarez and Pescoli.<br />
<br />
Recently, my son (who works for me) and I were trying to shorten a scene to add it to the “about the book” and “excerpt” section of<a href="http://www.lisajackson.com/index.cfm"> LisaJackson.com</a>. So as he’s reading from the book and we’re discussing what section will actually go up as the excerpt, he looks over the top of the novel and says, “Wait a minute, Mom! This scene sounds a lot like something that happened when I was in grade school and these two boys who are riding bikes and wrestling and yelling at each other, they seem a lot like my brother and me. And the mom who’s expecting a call from the principal cuz one of the kids got in a "scuffle" on the playground, that’s you . . . right?” He looked at me in shock and, yeah, a little bit of horror. “You mean to tell me what’s in these books actually happened? You used parts of our lives?”<br />
Uh oh! Busted!<br />
I had no option but to ‘fess up.<br />
So, it looks like, after twenty-plus years, the jig is definitely up!Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-66748885146188357052012-04-18T17:10:00.000-07:002012-04-18T17:10:03.369-07:00On the Domestic Side<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibD5TTG4dGRwcwp59GRjmBEaHAF_rZJetv42Ahq7A6D2bQphnBCYSXhX-IHkEOiPY1r2l6KRyO7h0eWmwlNCCpqTqffLpuoJgFLFmPyb4bNIYab0JrDjkl0Vduyjr_r9EpZZHnDYMEZEKk/s1600/vectorstock_593663.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibD5TTG4dGRwcwp59GRjmBEaHAF_rZJetv42Ahq7A6D2bQphnBCYSXhX-IHkEOiPY1r2l6KRyO7h0eWmwlNCCpqTqffLpuoJgFLFmPyb4bNIYab0JrDjkl0Vduyjr_r9EpZZHnDYMEZEKk/s320/vectorstock_593663.jpg" width="313" /></a></div><br />
<br />
I used to love to cook. The trouble is, I also love to eat. So, you<br />
guessed it, over the years the pounds added up and I realized I had to figure something out. So now, I've decided to give a new kind of cooking a whirl and I'm pulling out some of my old fave recipes and making them leaner: lasagna, spaghetti, crepes, tuna casserole, meat loaf, apple pie, you name<br />
it, I intend to make the old recipes, new again. I haven't worked out all the details yet, it might end up being more like a new take on apple pie rather than your traditional apple pie.<br />
<br />
This weekend my family is coming over and I'm using them as guinea pigs as I try out a new twist on crepes for breakfast, and goulash for dinner! I'll let you know how they turn out and if they were edible! (The back-up plan is ordering pizza!) Yeah, I know.Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-51329612532881149412012-04-05T13:56:00.000-07:002012-04-05T13:56:37.477-07:00Not Your Typical 9 to 5People ask me how many hours a day I spend writing and I never can give them<br />
a straight answer. Some days I sit at the computer for hours on end, just<br />
creating the story. (Usually this is when a deadline is looming.)<br />
<br />
However, the truth of the matter is, I really hate to sit still for long<br />
periods of time and I can find just about any distraction for getting out of<br />
my chair. "Oh, I need to walk the dog." Or, "I should do this laundry."<br />
Or, "I think I'm out of vanilla." Whatever. It's just an excuse.<br />
<br />
In my defense, whenever I'm doing those odd chores, I'm usually working out<br />
a knot in my plot. Even while driving or showering. (So watch out when you<br />
see me heading your way in my car!)<br />
<br />
Hmmm . . . maybe this is why some of my recipes have turned out so strangely<br />
lately.Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-20479601735657569412012-03-28T22:09:00.000-07:002012-03-28T22:09:54.524-07:00Stormy Seas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8KcFmp0ZHrTLozB0MA-Z4VRGz0QI1VRgHQRpmPb3crKrEXlgaK9sKa8_7u6hBgJO1ayv3nWysPYOgVMbUXhbQTPVhWarfnNxYGUwLtOog0s7FIWrTOsin5tbVuqd8dsdBOwwpwTNquoLX/s1600/DSC_0830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8KcFmp0ZHrTLozB0MA-Z4VRGz0QI1VRgHQRpmPb3crKrEXlgaK9sKa8_7u6hBgJO1ayv3nWysPYOgVMbUXhbQTPVhWarfnNxYGUwLtOog0s7FIWrTOsin5tbVuqd8dsdBOwwpwTNquoLX/s400/DSC_0830.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I’m so glad to be cozied up next to the fire enjoying some mindless TV after a crazy trip to the coast. I’m talking thunder, lightening, hail, high winds, and side-ways rain.<br />
<br />
I have to say though, as far as writing goes, it doesn’t get any better! Especially since my sister, <a href="http://www.nancybush.net/">Nancy Bush</a>, and I were in the middle of plotting out our next book in the <a href="http://www.lisajackson.com/series.cfm">WICKED</a> series. We were near the fictitious Deception Bay and Siren Song! We got a lot accomplished but made some time for Bailey’s and coffee too.<br />
<br />
This evening, I finished revisions for <a href="http://www.lisajackson.com/book.cfm?bookid=151">YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW</a>. Now, onto the next project. But, I think I may wait until next week to start that. Take the end of the week and the weekend to catch up on a few things around the house, take Jackie O No on a few nice, long walks and maybe even catch a movie?? I don’t even know what’s in theaters right now, any suggestions?Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811865344976542782.post-86111649950605414262012-03-14T13:32:00.001-07:002012-03-14T13:32:00.434-07:00Giving myself the creeps!<style>
<!--
/* Font Definitions */
@font-face
{font-family:Times;
panose-1:2 0 5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;
mso-font-charset:0;
mso-generic-font-family:auto;
mso-font-pitch:variable;
mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}
@font-face
{font-family:Cambria;
panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;
mso-font-charset:0;
mso-generic-font-family:auto;
mso-font-pitch:variable;
mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}
/* Style Definitions */
p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal
{mso-style-parent:"";
margin:0in;
margin-bottom:.0001pt;
mso-pagination:widow-orphan;
font-size:12.0pt;
font-family:"Times New Roman";
mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;
mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;
mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;
mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;
mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;
mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;
mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";
mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}
@page Section1
{size:8.5in 11.0in;
margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;
mso-header-margin:.5in;
mso-footer-margin:.5in;
mso-paper-source:0;}
div.Section1
{page:Section1;}
-->
</style> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: .1pt; mso-para-margin-bottom: .01gd; mso-para-margin-left: 0in; mso-para-margin-right: 0in; mso-para-margin-top: .01gd;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Okay, so I do a lot of research on line and most of it is pretty straight forward, nothing all that creepy or scary. I learn a lot about an area, the weather, a particular law, or social mores of an era--pretty dry stuff. Occasionally, though, I do come across something that weirds me out.</span><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: .1pt; mso-para-margin-bottom: .01gd; mso-para-margin-left: 0in; mso-para-margin-right: 0in; mso-para-margin-top: .01gd;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: .1pt; mso-para-margin-bottom: .01gd; mso-para-margin-left: 0in; mso-para-margin-right: 0in; mso-para-margin-top: .01gd;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">For example:</span><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: .1pt; mso-para-margin-bottom: .01gd; mso-para-margin-left: 0in; mso-para-margin-right: 0in; mso-para-margin-top: .01gd;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: .1pt; mso-para-margin-bottom: .01gd; mso-para-margin-left: 0in; mso-para-margin-right: 0in; mso-para-margin-top: .01gd;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">One time I(at night, of course!) was researching serial killers and was clicking through links. The sites really bothered me as some of them were dedicated to the promotion and love of serial killers--talk about sick. But the worst of it was that I eventually landed in a space that asked me if I wanted to email a known and imprisoned serial killer who I recognized and remembered his crimes. My blood ran cold and I hope that the suggestion was a sick joke. I'll never know.</span><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: .1pt; mso-para-margin-bottom: .01gd; mso-para-margin-left: 0in; mso-para-margin-right: 0in; mso-para-margin-top: .01gd;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .1pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: .1pt; mso-para-margin-bottom: .01gd; mso-para-margin-left: 0in; mso-para-margin-right: 0in; mso-para-margin-top: .01gd;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Another time I was contacted by a murderer who had killed two women in his family via a letter. He thought we had something in common--I didn't! But I checked him on the Internet and actually saw his face and footage of him. It gave me a serious case of the creeps!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhewU3m_GIgSg55xSX0WqzH6WiCY4Mdm2cuVhKw7IF7hz7I1viOng-yM7XZb8yVYlosBxGo9bsD-g5F1QjEazdflk4_JkIh3UGfjbEzuvVZhgcxKRdJlgv8SRPXqbQkPx6DHUKUVNEeT-Lq/s1600/iStock_000017463813XSmall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhewU3m_GIgSg55xSX0WqzH6WiCY4Mdm2cuVhKw7IF7hz7I1viOng-yM7XZb8yVYlosBxGo9bsD-g5F1QjEazdflk4_JkIh3UGfjbEzuvVZhgcxKRdJlgv8SRPXqbQkPx6DHUKUVNEeT-Lq/s400/iStock_000017463813XSmall.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10pt;">I've learned my lesson. No more research at night, for starters! </span><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div>Lisa Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365883385279297426noreply@blogger.com0