Laura Eno

                 Cover Reveal!!!

Laura & R2D2 stopped by to show off her new cover... which was really nice, but she wouldn't let little R2 stay with me. I know he wanted to. 

Oh well...

About Laura: 

 

Find her on: Website - Blog - Facebook - Twitter - Goodreads

 

About the Book:

 

 

Do you see it?

I earned that.

Seriously, Tammy Theriault tried to break me, but she couldn't do it. Her questions were as odd as "National Enquirer" headlines. But to a chick who functions happily with a quasi-fantastical mish-mash of brain cells, these were soft balls.

 Nice try Tammy. But I came prepared...

Seriously? I make fun of those teens in the potty shots- but I am humbled and have to ask- how do they do it?!

Betcha didn't know I have an outer space defense kit at my ready!!!

Thanks for my stinking badge. I'm gonna put it on a tee shirt!

Read the interview HERE...if you dare!

"Cat and the Dreamer" is one of my favorite books. It's the sort of story I will gladly read again. It's the sort of book that if Annalisa Crawford was a really horrid person, I'd still have to say, "Yeah, she's a baby kicking bimbo, but she still wrote a pretty good book."

Fortunately...Annalisa is as nice as she is talented, so when THIS book is available in print, I will happily buy a copy. I already have the spot picked...right between, "The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath (suicidal, lovable teens) and "Jonathon Livingston Seagull"  by Richard Bach (they're both novellas). 

What you sort books by alphabet? How odd...

While I try to figure you out, let's turn this white space over to Annalisa!!!



It's been a year since my novella Cat and The Dreamer was published! There have been lots of changes in my own life in that time, and I started to wonder what else had changed...

Thank you Elizabeth for inviting me over today!

My pleasure chick!!! :)

Today's topic: Manchester City winning the Premiership!

I know that won't mean much to a lot of you. Firstly, you have to understand I'm talking about the English football premier league (soccer), and I'm not talking about the red half of the city... pah! So I'll try to put this is terms that you'll understand even if you don't care about the specifics.

Before I was born Manchester City were a big football club, a fantastic club - they won trophies and everything. Then I was born and at the same time they seemed to fall away from the top clubs, bouncing up and down the leagues, but never being much of a threat either in the English leagues or in Europe.

In 2008 the club was bought by a company from Abu Dhabi, and became the richest club in the world. I don't like to boast about this too much - even after everything that's happened in the last year, I think there's far too much money in football. However, the money brought players, the players won the FA Cup in 2011, and they looked like they were heading towards winning the Premier League in 2012... And then they didn't... And then they did again... And then they had a really bad spell... Then they picked up.

The nearest rivals in the league - the only team who could beat us in the last few matches - was also the geographically closest, Manchester United... pah! (Sorry, it's an involuntary response.) They've called City 'the noisy neighbours' for ever - getting in the way, but never really amounting to anything. Hahaha... ahem!

Through sheer fluke/bad luck it came down to the last game of the season. We had to win our game; it would have been helpful if they lost or drew theirs.

We were losing, they were winning. Argh, no... then we came back level, in injury time, United won, we scored another slightly beyond when the whistle should have blown for full-time (commonly known in England as Fergie time). And...

WE WON! WE WON THE GAME AND WE WON THE LEAGUE AFTER 44 YEARS!

Of course, there was a lot more to it than that, it was the most rollercoaster 90 minutes I've ever spent in a pub. In fact, we ended up in two pubs - the first showed the first half of City's game, then switched to the Utd game. We jumped in the car, kids in tow (it was an afternoon game), and found another pub, and luckily everyone was backing City. When the final whistle went cheers rang out, I think I cried. In fact, there's a bit of a tear in my eye now.

We're not doing so well at the moment, Utd ahead of us, again... But at the moment, I don't care - I saw City win when I never imagined I ever would! This clip is the last five minutes of both games, in split screen - if you're eagle-eyed you'll notice how the emotions switch between the left and right screens! Best day ever!


About Cat and The Dreamer
As a teenager, Julia survived a suicide pact, while her best friend Rachel died. Julia’s only escape from her guilt, and her mother’s over-protection, is her imagination. When Adam arrives in the office, Julia’s world takes a startling turn as she realises reality can be much more fun than fantasy. Finally she has someone who can help her make the most of her life. But can she allow herself to be truly happy?

Cat and The Dreamer is available on Kindle UK, Kindle US, Kobo, Nook, iTunes/iBooks, and via Vagabondage Press.

Annalisa Crawford lives and writes in Cornwall with a good supply of beaches and moorland to keep her inspired. She finds endless possibilities in the relationships between people. Several new projects are on the cards for 2013.
Find her on her blog, Twitter, Facebook and Goodreads.

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Problem was...the scale was back to normal, but my body was forever, um, shifted. I mean I never had a six pack, but I was far better toned than the jelly belly pooch a baby expanded tummy left behind!! It was loose and squishy and jiggled when I laughed like Mrs. Clause after a cookie binge. 

It wasn't fair. 

I tummy crunched and aerobacized....whined and complained...bitched and moaned.

But even shrunken, the belly was a lovely land of stretch marks and loose skin.

Tragic, huh?

First of June I headed to the mall with my niece, Kari, to bathing suit shop. Brave girl. I dragged her to every shop in the mall. Tortured her with my incessant complaining and whimpering; ignored her assurances that I looked fine. No, I looked like a pig. Florescent lighting and fat mirrors in dressing rooms don't lie. 

Finally, I said screw it. Let's go for chocolate. I planned to hit the beach in a shorts and a tee-shirt instead.

On our way to the cookie hut, we passed a man with cerebral palsy. He walked on crooked legs, his ungainly stride supported by crutches. He smiled as we passed and offered the most cheerful hello. 

Instant face palm, Elizabeth  is a dork moment.

I was obsessing about a body that never failed me. Legs. Arms. Fingers, toes, eyes, ear, and nose...all in perfect working quality. 

As if reading my mind, my niece said, "Bet he would love to have your legs."

On that day, I learned a very important lesson: 

There is a difference between adversity and sniveling. 

And accepted that body do-able is far more precious than body beautiful.