Posted by: Author | June 29, 2012

Friday Fact- June 29, 2012- Drop a Dime

In the 1970s, the cost to make a call on a pay phone was a dime. My dad always told me to be sure to have one on me in case I needed to call him to come pick me up from somewhere.

The phrase drop a dime on meant to betray or inform on a cohort. This came from criminal/underworld usage when they would accuse someone of calling the police to rat them out. The pay phone had a slot where the dime would be dropped to make the call. The usage of this phrase began in the 1960s and still carries over today.

I bet ya that a lot of younger folks who only knew pay phones as quarter-eaters have no idea of the origin of this phrase. Imagine in five more years how many won’t even know what a pay phone even is other than their plan payment for their cell service.

This is what I came home yesterday. My son said, “Mom, the pool is broke.” We had a small leak and about three weeks ago, a diver came and dove the pool to see if it could be fixed. We finally decided to just get a new liner since the last one was put in when we had the pool dug in 2000. So, by the time I get home today, the new liner should be in and the filling of the sucker started. It takes two whole days to get it full and the noise of the water running will keep me awake most of the night because it’s surprisingly loud.

Posted by: Author | June 27, 2012

Wordless Wednesday

Posted by: Author | June 26, 2012

That Darn Cat!

Now that my cat is eating again, this was the look I got today when I tried to ignore the alarm. See, I can’t get any rest!

And I just adore the website that posts these awesome cat pictures!

Posted by: Author | June 25, 2012

Me, As a Raccoon

This is a picture of me when I came home from Tallahassee today. SOOOO tired! AND the circles under my eyes really did look that bad.

Posted by: Author | June 22, 2012

Friday Fact- June 22, 2012- Orrery

I bet you all know what an orrery is. I bet you all used them in elementary school in science class even if you didn’t know what the heck-fire it was called. What is it? It’s the mechanical model of the solar system (some are just of the sun, moon and Earth). Most I’ve seen are of the entire solar system (poor Pluto- has it been whacked off the older ones?). Anyhoo, it’s used to show how the planets move and how they are positioned in relation to the sun. Y’all remember these?

Posted by: Author | June 21, 2012

Superstar Guest, Jeff Salter

Jillian: My friend, Jeff, has a great new release with a fantaztic premise. Welcome him to the ole blog today and be sure to say hello!

Introducing “The Overnighter’s Secrets”
By Jeff Salter

JEFF: Delighted to spend a day with Jillian Chantal to talk about my new novel, “The Overnighter’s Secrets”, published May 24 by Astraea Press. I’ve been calling it romantic suspense; my editor said it’s suspense with romantic elements. Suffice it to say that my story has mystery, danger, murder, action … and romance. Call it what you want.

I also enjoy being here with Jillian because we’re colleagues on the group blog, Four Foxes One Hound, which was launched some 16 months ago, primarily by Jillian’s momentum.

Inspiration:
The inspiration for this story came from examining the varied contents of an antique suitcase — which my friend acquired (some 16 years ago) from dumpster divers in Calif.
We were able to connect a diary, a family photo album, numerous Vaudeville programs, and photos from silent movie sets … all to one person — Lizette Thorne. Internet research revealed that she was an actress in nearly four dozen silent movies and spent one year (1916) in the same studio as Charlie Chaplin. By the time I’d written some 77,000 words in my first draft, my earliest research finally put me in contact with the granddaughter of that actress!
So how did an actual silent movie actress (and her belongings) inspire the fictional plot and characters of a contemporary novel of romantic suspense? This excerpt and blurb will give you an idea, but you’ll need to invest $3 in an electronic copy to really appreciate it!

Excerpt

[From Chapter 28]

The smell of freshly baked pizza entering a small cottage makes your mouth water. Especially when the thoughtful individual added an order of succulent bread sticks, so warm that the steam was still rising.
Beth awkwardly hugged Shane as he clutched the boxes.
He put down the meal, then turned and embraced her properly. “I thought about you all day.”
It warmed her, but she couldn’t let down her guard. “I saw you less than two hours ago.”
“I forgot to tell you then.” He bit the end off a breadstick.
She eyed him narrowly. Something was different. Beth located disposable plates. When she opened the lid of the larger box, she nearly swooned. Anybody who wanted to seduce her needed only fresh, hot pizza. No anchovies.
Shane scooped up two slices and looked around. “Table or couch?”
“Couch. I mean, table.” She caught a string of hot cheese on her chin. “Doesn’t matter. You get comfortable and I’ll join you.”
With the breadstick clamped in his mouth like a fat cigar, Shane carried his plate in one hand and the half-full plastic cup in his other. He placed both on the coffee table and sat on the sofa.
Before she joined him, Beth watched from the kitchen as Shane sipped tea and took a large bite of pizza. It took a while for him to chew it down sufficiently and Beth continued to monitor as she ate her own delicious wedge.
He noticed. “What, Bethany?”
“Huh?” She took her seat on the couch.
“You’re staring. What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing.” She lied. “Well, yeah…noticing you’re different somehow.”
When Shane smiled, a morsel of crust fell onto his lap. He located it just below his buckle and plopped it back into his mouth. “Different…how?”
“Not sure.” Beth squinted. “The word that comes to mind is ‘calmer’…but that’s not exactly right.”
Shane chuckled. “Calmer?”
“Okay. Then maybe more mature…or something.”
“Well, I am a bit older than I was…”
“No, I don’t mean older.” Beth picked up another slice. “Never mind.” She bit off a sizeable chunk.
Shane studied her. In a moment, he reached way over, plucked a strand of errant cheese from the corner of her mouth and placed it on his own tongue.
Beth’s eyes widened. This was a new Shane. The old Shane would just point and grunt.
“Maybe I have matured a bit, Bethany. If that means it knocked me flat and sobered me up…when I lost you.” His eyes glistened.
Beth dabbed a pizza-stained paper napkin at her eyes. “I wasn’t lost, Shane. I had to move.”
“I know, Bethany, I know.” He moved his plate to the low table. “If I had a brother or sister who needed my help, I guess I would have gone away too. But I couldn’t see it back then. It hurt too….” He choked up.
Beth hurried to the bathroom sink to wash her face. She stared at the woman in the mirror and barely recognized the image. That person had aged six years in the past three…and another full year in the ten days since her break-in. The woman in that looking glass had left her lover, lost her confidence, buried her brother, and now stayed constantly frightened. Who was she and what had she done with Bethany Muse?

Blurb:
When Beth left suddenly, it broke two hearts … but she’d had no choice. Shane, a rugged, ex-Airborne biker, handled it badly … but so had she. Three years later and 2000 miles away, she desperately needs her ex-lover’s protection from a violent menace with ‘bad history’ who’ll do anything to reclaim a mysterious suitcase Beth possesses.
Long before Shane acquired that overnighter, a silent movie actress kept secrets there … and now several lives are in jeopardy. An ambitious female state senate candidate hires a ruthless investigator to eliminate potential campaign problems like her dark family secret — a bizarre 1889 murder.
Is Beth’s terrifying ordeal simply because she unwittingly possesses the overnighter’s secrets? Or is it due to the meth-fueled dumpster-diver’s unfinished business?
Shane will likely return to California after he resolves this Tennessee situation … so Beth struggles to resist her reawakened feelings. But before she can sort out their renewed relationship … Beth is kidnapped! To rescue her, Shane enters an obvious trap in a dilapidated hotel. Only with Beth’s help can both survive the violent struggle against her kidnappers.

Buy links:

http://www.amazon.com/The-Overnighters-Secrets-ebook/dp/B0085RQ5KO/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1338003149&sr=1-1

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-overnighters-secrets-jl-salter/1111080540?ean=2940014364515
http://www.astraeapress.com/#ecwid:category=662245&mode=product&product=11343705

Bio Blurb:
My early background was in photo-journalism and editing. I served on active duty in the U.S. Air Force and active reserve in the AF Reserve and Army National Guard. I worked in librarianship for nearly 30 years before taking an early retirement and relocating to Southeast Kentucky. I’ve been writing since grade school, though novels only entered the picture a little over five years ago.
Though I’m previously published in non-fiction and poetry, my seventh completed fiction manuscript became my first novel to be released.

Posted by: Author | June 20, 2012

Wordless Wednesday

Posted by: Author | June 19, 2012

Didn’t mean to ignore the Old Blog

But things are not so great right now around Chez Chantal. But here’s something to cheer us all up: Joe Manganiello

Posted by: Author | June 15, 2012

Friday Facts-June 15, 2012-Gazing Balls

Gazing balls for the garden were first created in Venice in the 1200s from blown glass and are still made from blown glass. Mad King Ludwig used them in his gardens in Bavaria and they became even more popular in the Victorian age. They were sometimes used as mirror to see if company was coing so the owner could either hide or get refreshments ready for their visitors. They were also used inside for the butler and maids to peer into in oirder to see if guests needed service.

These balls were also sometimes called Witches balls and used to keep away witches and evil spirits. I have one in my yard and it doesn’t keep me out! LOL!

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