A Night with a Rock Legend

Earlier this year, I’d heard Paul McCartney was coming to play Dallas.

Now. You probably don’t know this about me but I am a classic rock lover. My husband teases me because I listen to the classic rock station (he calls if fossil rock). I’ve listened to Bo and Jim in the morning since their Q102 days (any locals remember that station?). They’ve been on the air 20+ years, to give you some history.

My big sister had these Beatles greatest hits album on a double LP – that’s vinyl, for all you young bucks who don’t remember The Time Before CDs and Digital. I used to listen to them OVER and OVER. A Beatles fan was born. This was probably in the late 80s. I lamented that I’d missed the best musical era ever (the 60s). When CDs became the norm, I bought every Beatles album. I had McCartney CDs from his solo career and Wings. I’ve been a fan for a long, long time.

SO. I would suffice it to say the Beatles are my favorite classic rock band and Paul is definitely my favorite.

Anyway… when I found out he was coming to Dallas, I salivated at the chance to get tickets. I was buying them no matter what. They went on sale and I was on the phone with Ticketmaster. I ended up with two nosebleed seats for a small chunk of change but I knew it would be TOTALLY worth it. The concert was scheduled for mid-June on a Monday night.

The date approached. And about a week before, he announced he was too sick to make it and was canceling the Dallas date. I nearly cried. Okay, not really, but I was pretty sad. However, it was rescheduled to October 13.

Okay. I can deal with that. I love October. It’s my favorite month of the year. Cooler weather, fall decorating, the arrival of hockey and football.

The weekend before the concert, the husband and I decided it was time to rip up the nasty carpet and replace it with laminate. That is a post for another day. We were worn out come Monday with sore muscles. But I was going to that concert and dragging him with me.

I think he didn’t know what to expect. We arrived early (DUH – because I can’t be late ANYWHERE) and found our seats way up in the top.

Two things then happened.

One: Husband and I are chatting and this long-haired guy and his 10 year old kid come down our row. There were probably six seats to my right and then the aisle. So they’re looking at their tickets and the dude says to me, “Are you in the wrong seats?” I looked at him, all deadpan, and said, “NO.” Like “NO you idiot I know how to read.” They look at their tickets again, realized they are one section over and left.

Two: About 5 minutes after that, several other guys come down the row. Now, the seats are tight so you have to stand up to let people by. (Sidebar: why do they put the seats so darn close together? And then you have feet behind your head and guys who want to prop their leg on their knee and their foot is like 2 inches from the person’s head in front of them. Pet Peeve.) One guy gets by me to the other side. There is some situation with people in the wrong seats (REALLY? How do you not know where you’re sitting? I don’t get it). Second guy standing next to me starts to wobble. Did I mention he’s hold a full to the brim beer? The beer sloshes over the side of his cup and spills all over the floor and the empty seat next to me. I glared at him. He says, “Sorry.” He smelled strongly of beer even before he spilled it. So now the floor is sticky under my feet. They finally figure out the seating issue and sit down.

After that everyone calmed down and enjoyed the show. Even the bar ho at the front of the section who never sat down the entire time and always had a full beer in one hand and her iPhone doing selfies and taking videos in the other. And the silver-haired biker dude on the other side of the section who was ROCKIN’ out. He was great.

And the man himself…I really don’t know how to describe it. Being there, watching him perform, I couldn’t help but think I was witnessing a living rock icon. He paid tribute to his friends, John Lennon and George Harrison. He played Something on a ukulele because Harrison had an affinity for it. He played the same Les Paul he played when he wrote Sgt. Pepper’s. There were so many small moments that made the entire night a magical experience. And the pyrotechnics on Live and Let Die were pretty awesome too.

My husband asked me after the concert why I liked him so much. It’s not because Paul is everyone’s favorite. It’s not because he sang “Michelle” (okay maybe a little ;)). It’s because I have always admired him. He stuck by Linda when she was sick. He’s always been humble and seemed rather down to earth.

I don’t know if he’ll come around to my hometown again, but if he does, I will DEFINITELY be buying tickets.

Do you have a concert memory that is unforgettable? Share in the comments!

Because I’m going to see this man tonight…

…and I CANNOT WAIT…

And this is my all-time favorite Sir Paul McCartney song :)

Blog Tour: @GoddessFish featuring Morningstar by Robyn Bachar

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Cover_MorningstarDesire is an addiction that could destroy them all.

The second son.

Lieutenant Commander Jace Harrow is the second son of House Morningstar—the spare, not the heir. Armored with an arrogant mask, Jace keeps the world at arm’s length to protect those around him from becoming targets for his bloodthirsty brother.

The broken sword.

Lieutenant Bryn Viera was a shadow sword and a decorated officer, dedicated to protecting her people. But for the past five years she has lived as a slave and has the scars to prove it. Bryn vowed to escape or die trying—until she met Sabine.

The slave.

Born into slavery, Sabine never expected to fall in love. Her feelings for Bryn sparked her desire for a new life, but now Sabine is in phase, consumed by the need to mate with a male. Her dream of freedom with Bryn is on the brink of destruction, for to deny the phase means death.

Thrown together by the unforgiving demands of the phase, they must unite to save Cyprena’s people from a deadly new bioweapon—or be destroyed by the scars of their pasts.

Warning: Contains an arrogant officer with a weakness for having his hair pulled, an insatiable empath, and a badass warrior woman who form a male-female-female threesome sizzling enough to melt your shields.

EXCERPT:

The emergency lights flickered as they hurried to the docking ring, and Bryn prayed that the power stayed on. If the emergency power failed they’d have to manually override the doors, and that would slow them down. More pistol fire greeted them when they arrived, blocking their escape again. Bryn hunkered down and watched the battle while the girls huddled behind her.

“Who are they?” Sabine asked.

“Not the Alliance—too many Cy’ren. Might be a slaver fight.” Bryn turned, and her stomach knotted at the sight of Sabine. Her eyes were glazed with fever, and her violet skin glistened with sweat. “How are you?”

“I don’t feel well,” Sabine admitted.

Bryn kissed her. “I love you. It’ll be all right.”

Shrieks rose from the back of the group, and Bryn darted toward the noise. An armored figure stood near them, and Bryn rushed him. He raised a blade of his own and blocked her attack, and retreated a few steps.

“I won’t hurt you. I’m with the resistance.” His voice was mechanical, spoken from behind an armored helmet with the tinted visor down. Not a bad idea—the smoke was beginning to scratch her throat, and some of the girls were coughing.

“Prove it,” Bryn said.

He pulled his helmet off and hooked it at his belt, revealing a male Cy’ren. His white hair was mussed from being trapped beneath the helmet, and Bryn eyed the ink just barely visible at his throat against his charcoal skin—House Morningstar family marks but no slave marks. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen a Cy’ren without slave marks, but Morningstar was one of the top three houses on the ruling council. Must be nice to be important.

About the Author:

Robyn_BacharRobyn Bachar enjoys writing stories with soul mates, swords, spaceships, vampires, and gratuitous violence against the kitchen sink. Her paranormal romance Bad Witch series, historical paranormal romance series Bad Witch: The Emily Chronicles, and spicy space opera romance trilogy Cy’ren Rising are available from Samhain Publishing. Her books have finaled in PRISM Contest for Published Authors, the Passionate Plume Contest, and twice in the EPIC eBook Awards.

As a gamer, Robyn has spent many hours rolling dice, playing rock-paper-scissors, and slaying creatures in mmorpgs.

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Writing Flicks: Story Structure Part 5

The final part of the series.

Blog Tour: @GoddessFish featuring The Darkest War by C.L. Parks

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Cover_The Darkest WarTenna Massey hoped for a break after killing her possessed ex-husband, but the demons have other ideas. She thought her first Hunt was difficult; just wait until sh…e sees what the demons have in store for her now. The latest attack on her points to someone she knows, causing her to doubt her relationships with her soul mate, Jason, and the rest of her newly adopted family.

While Tenna wades through all the new information, trying to learn whether one of her own has betrayed her, the entire family is on edge with the arrival of an enemy clan of Shifters, the same Shifters responsible for the slaughter of Jason’s entire family and tribe. Everything is hitting too close to home.

The closer Tenna gets to finding the demon doing everything it can to be the one to end the reign of the Huntress, the more she realizes it is, indeed, someone she loves. Sometimes the dead don’t stay dead.

EXCERPT:

Jason’s fist slammed onto the table, the wood creaked under the force, glasses wobbled then tipped, and poor Bren jumped so high Tenna thought she’d actually come out of her chair. He stood abruptly, knocking the chair to the ground. “I knew where you were because you told us what direction you were heading and I caught your scent. I know the Okroyo because those are the fuckers who slaughtered my entire village, save me of course. Stacy doesn’t have ‘a scratch’,” he said imitating the way Tenna had said it, “because they weren’t there for her. They were there for you. And no, I don’t know why the fuck some Shifters would come after a demon Hunter…yet. But I will find out.” He took two steps and loomed over Tenna while she continued to sit at the table. “Do not ever. Accuse me. Of going against you. Again.” He bent at the waist, bringing his face even with Tenna’s, lining his eyes up with hers. “Do not. Accuse your family. Of turning against you. Ever. Again.”

The energy in the room was collectively angry, but a majority coming from Jason was pain. She’d hurt him. With her discreet accusation she’d cut him further than any knife could. She dropped her eyes to her lap not wanting to see the look in his eyes, although she couldn’t get away from the physical aspects of his agony.

Jason straightened, turned on his heel, and stormed out of the kitchen and out through the front door. The force with which he slammed the door rattled the windows and once again made poor Bren jump. Her eyes flitted from Tenna’s face, over to Russ, and then to Stacy who was still standing in her doorway with her arms crossed over her chest.

About the Author:

Author PicCL Parks has had a passion for writing since reading Charlotte’s Web in kindergarten. After rewriting the ending to gift Charlotte with immortal life she became obsessed. Her tastes quickly moved from sweet and innocent to the supernatural after reading Stephen King in fifth grade. Since the moment she picked up Pet Semetary she devoured every supernatural and preternatural book she could get her hands on by authors ranging from Anne Rice to Stephanie Rowe.

When not fully engulfed in the latest release or typing away at her newest novel you can find her corralling her chickens, playing with her dogs, spoiling her large lizard or sewing a new vintage inspired dress. Her dream is to travel the country in an RV with her husband while writing more books…after the kids have gone on to college, of course.

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Writing Flicks: Story Structure Part 4

Here is part 4

Writing Flicks: Story Structure Part 3

And moving on to part 3!

A Make-Over

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newdeskA couple of weeks ago, I bought a new desk on sale. I was pretty excited about that because I’d been using a broken one for about, oh, seven years. Granted, I was the one that broke it. It was one of those crappy put-together-yourself desks that are flimsy at best. When I decided to pain the room, I’d dragged it out. I didn’t have help at the time because I lived alone and the boy wasn’t old enough to help me yet. Naturally when I dragged it out of the room, it busted. Since I was pretty poor at the time, I knew I had to find a way to cobble it together. It was totally hinky, too, the way I managed to piece it back together. I never moved it again for fear it would completely fall apart.

Anyway, so I’d been eyeing this desk for a while. I LOVED the idea of a corner desk. I thought it would take up less room (NOT) and that I would have more space (YES). I also bought a four-drawer filing cabinet.

Since I bought a new desk, I figured it was a good time to paint the room. I’d been looking through a Better Homes & Gardens magazine and saw this paint color that I fell in love with. I ripped out the page and told my husband that was the color I wanted. He went on a quest for me and found it. It’s beautiful! A sort of bluish-green with more green than blue. The name of the color is “park place” and he got it at Lowe’s from the Allen + Roth collection, in case you’re interested. ;)

I deemed this weekend as renovation weekend. I started cleaning up the room and moving things out of it during the week. There were shelves that went around the perimeter of the room. I removed them and packed up everything that was on them. I unloaded the bookcase and hubby moved it temporarily to the living room. I had so much JUNK in the office, it blew me away. The bookcase had been stuffed to the gills with a lot of crap.

The room was bursting at the seams with stuff. A lot of stuff. There were things piled up on the floor. The desk was a disaster. It was driving me crazy.

Anyway, he was nice enough to build the desk, the hutch and the filing cabinet for me while I painted. I haven’t painted in a while and I forgot how much hard work that is. I’m sore in places I didn’t know I could be sore.

By the time I finished the walls, he’d finished the desk. We moved it inside the room and TADA! Of course, it took me another day to sort through the crap that was my office supplies. I found 15 pocket folders, 10 spirals and 8 packages of note cards. I found 7 packages of photo paper (I never print photos), a package of cardstock with a dead bug stuck to it (ew), miscellaneous other special paper, my son’s second grade report card (he’s in 8th now), about 100 photographs my mother gave me, ticket stubs to a concert from 2007 the man and I went to, and various other sundries. *insert straight face here*

The room is much more orderly now. I have space for everything I need. There is no longer junk piled on the floor that I have to step over to get into the room. I threw away a lot of crapola I didn’t need anymore.  But I still have the ticket stubs from 2007.

Writing Flicks: Story Structure Part 2

Continuing with the story structure, here is part 2

Writing Flicks: Story Structure Part 1

I found this to be value in learning how to plot. Check out part 1!