Novelist Destiny Booze

Romantic Suspense/Thriller Author Destiny Booze
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Romanitc Suspense Author Destiny Booze

Dear Readers,
 
My website has moved to a wonderful new place on the net. My domain will take you straight there!
 
The address is http://www.destinybooze.com. I'll see you there!
 
Thanks,
 
Destiny Booze

Thursday, February 26, 2009

More changes...
Okay guys, this blog and this site is moving...
 
My domain will take you to my new site. http://www.destinybooze.com
 
I also have a new email address...It is mailto:destinybooze@gmail.com
 
And...I'm kidding. That's all, I hope. I'm so sorry to make so many changes. I've had recent technical issues with my website and I've also recently discovered I needed an email account with more space...
 
So, come on over to my new site and I'll see you there!
9:45 am est

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

From romance to childrens' books?
A friend of mine and I have decided to try our hand at writing a childrens' book series together. I'm really excited about it! In a nutshell, it will be an adventure and mystery series with lots of laughs along the way.
 
This will be a completely new experience for me. I've never tried writing a children's book before. I honestly don't know that I will be any good at it. But, I have to admit that the challenge is a thrill. I want to give it a try.
 
Any advice or comments out there for me?
9:19 am est

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

March's Addition to my Creative Corner
CHERRY BLOSSOM ANGEL

WRITTEN BY: ALICIA TAGS


ALONE IN THE DARKNESS I STAND.

I INHALE DEEPLY AND THE SCENT OF EARTH AFTER A GOOD RAIN INVADES MY SENSES.

LOOKING UP, THE DOMED VEIL OF BLACKNESS IS ALIGHT WITH GLITTERING ORBS.

FULL AND LUMINESCENT THE MOON SHINES THIS NIGHT.

I LOOK DOWN INTO THE VALLEY AND SMILE TO MYSELF WHEN I HEAR THE HINT OF THE RUSHING RIVER DOWN BELOW.

THE LIMBS OF THE CHERRY TREES AROUND ME DANCE A SLOW TUNE WITH THE BREEZE.

IN THE SILENCE I HEAR THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL.

MY EYES CLOSE- DARE I HOPE?

I TURN, AND THERE HE STANDS, AS IF NATURE'S SONG LEAD HIM TO ME.

SLOWLY HE COMES CLOSER UNTIL HE'S BUT A BREATH AWAY.

SURELY THIS IS AN ANGEL, FOR THE MOON'S LIGHT HAS GIVEN HIM A WHITE HALO.

HIS VOICE SOFT AND DEEP AS HE LOVINGLY WHISPERS MY NAME.

I REACH OUT SLOWLY AND TOUCH THE SMOOTH GLOWING SHEEN OF HIS CHEEK.

SOFT AS AN ANGEL'S FEATHER.

BRIGHT BLUE EYES REACH OUT TO ME AND I REJOICE IN THEIR DEPTHS.

HIS STRONG ARMS SURROUND ME AND MY KNEES WEAKEN.

LEANING IN TO ME, HIS LIPS TOUCH MINE, SOFTLY CLINGING AS IF EVEN THEY KNOW WE ARE MEANT TO BE ONE.

THE WIND PICKS UP AND I LOOK UP AND LAUGH IN WONDER AS THOUSANDS OF PINK CHERRY BLOSSOM PETALS RAIN UPON US.

THE CAPTIVATING AROMA SWIRLS AROUND US LIKE TENDRILS OF HAIR FLOWING IN THE WIND.

MY BREATH CATCHES WHEN I LOOK INTO THE SHINING LOVE OF HIS EYES.

"FLY WITH ME," HE WHISPERS AS HIS LIPS TOUCH MINE ONCE MORE.

UP I GO, INTO THE LIGHT AND WONDER HE MAKES FOR ME.

INTO FOREVER WE SOAR, WITH CHERRY BLOSSOMS AND SPARKLING STARS TO GUIDE US.

9:38 am est

Saturday, February 21, 2009

That Stressful Query Letter!

You won't get a publisher to read your manuscript unless the query letter sells you and your work!  Keep it brief. Be very specific about why a publisher will want your book. Most publishers limit query letters to 1 to 2 pages in length.

Here is something to get you started...

Destiny Booze

Romantic Suspense Author

Make-believe is more than a child’s game!

PO Box 911, Buchanan, VA  24066

(Phone Number)

http://www.destinybooze.com

destinyrae@earthlink.net

 

(Date)

 

Editor of Publisher

Publisher

Address

City, State  Zip Code

 

Dear Editor of Publisher:

 

My completed manuscript, Name of Work, is ready for your approval.  It would be a great honor to have my book reviewed by you for publication.  I am an avid reader and a huge fan of (Insert Name of Publisher).

 

I love Name of Work.  [Briefly describe the work.]

 

I wrote Name of Work because ... [Describe why you wrote this work and qualifications for doing so...]

 

[Describe previous work experience or education that will convince this publisher to want to see your book.]

 

[Describe the reasons you will be a success and why the publisher should want to work with you.] I am willing to put forth all the necessary time, hard work, energy and determination to make this book sell.  I will work right by your side all the way.

 

May I send you the completed manuscript?  I look forward to hearing from you.

 

Sincerely,

 

 

 

Destiny Booze

Romantic Suspense Author

 

**Last note: Proofread very carefully. You don't want a typo in your query letter. Good luck!**

11:27 am est

Friday, February 20, 2009

March is just a week away. Wow!
Time honestly seems to fly by! Only a week until March? Yikes! I've got a newsletter to get out...
 
Okay, here's what's coming up for March:
 
1. I'm interviewing a really neat lady - Author Keta Diablo, a published erotic historical romance and erotic fantasy writer. Read the interview on this blog on Monday, March 2nd. If you want to get a sneak peak of Keta, visit her blog -Keta's Keep at http://www.ketaskeep.blogspot.com or visit her on the web at http://www.ketadiablo.com.
 
2. Read a new poem by Alicia Tags in my creative corner. She's a talented poet and a great friend that I recently discovered on myspace. Her poem is titled Cherry Blossom Angel. Also in the creative corner, I am posting my article about my interview with David Baldacci...just in case anyone missed it the first time around!
 
3. Be on the lookout for an excerpt from Altered Beginnings. I've been promising to put one out there...well, here it comes...sometime in March! Keep checking back!
9:01 am est

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Too cute!
I heard this on the radio and it made my day. Check it out. I guarantee it will make you smile!
 
8:35 am est

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Say, huh? Why?
Interesting title, is it not?
 
Okay, I read a blog on myspace yesterday that had me say that title out loud to my office. Keep in mind the author of the blog was a published romance novelist. In a nutshell, it said that she recently read a book that she thoroughly enjoyed, but caused her to wonder about her own writing. She asked herself: shouldn't she enjoy her own books as much as she enjoyed that one? The blog was very short and to the point. It then went on to say that she was quitting, or "starting over" as she referred to it, and would no longer be back to that myspace page. She added that she was very thankful she had such an understanding publisher.
 
Say, huh? Why?
 
There is one very important, very specific rule in writing - Be persistant. You don't quit! She can call it what she wants, but she is quitting. If she wanted to transition into another genre she could have done so on that same myspace page. Is she going to come out under a different name? Getting published is a miracle in itself. Is she really willing to take the risk that she can become a brand new writer and find a new publisher?
 
I'm in shock, and I don't understand at all. Even on a bad day, when I worry I can't write any better than a nine-year-old child, I do not consider quitting. Writing is a part of who I am...
 
Can this girl really just quit? No, no, no!!!
8:46 am est

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Is Heaven farther away than the Monster Truck Show?
Valentine's Day didn't exactly go according to plan for me and my family. We went to the Monster Truck Show...and left ten minutes later when my son panicked because of the noise. He was so disappointed in himself. He wanted to see the show so badly.
 
I hated that my gift to him turned out to be such a bad experience. I couldn't get my money back, so I tried to give my tickets to another family coming in and I was told that I could not do that either. I suppose that money was a donation...
 
Well, we decided to go somewhere calm and relaxing for the rest of the evening. My dad lives near where they held the monster truck show, so we went there. Their cat recently died of old age. My son was very attached to her. He wanted to see where she was buried and put some flowers on the grave. We explained to him that he could pray and say something to her in Heaven. My son responded, "No, I can't. Heaven is really far away. She hasn't had time to travel there yet."
 
I just nodded at the time. I suppose the distance to Heaven will be a discussion for another day, but I began to wonder...How do you explain the distance to Heaven?
 
Which seems farther to him - Heaven or the monster truck show? He told me that he would never go to another show again, never ever forevermore. That's pretty far away... Heaven is supposed to feel close, yet it is a seperate concept in infinity. To a five year old, what would explain forever?
9:41 am est

Monday, February 16, 2009

Motivational Monday - Expect Favor

What Are You Expecting

Today's Scripture

"…Open wide your mouth and I will fill it" (Psalm 81:10, NIV).

Today's Word from Joel and Victoria

"Do you have your mouth open wide today?" In other words, are you expecting God to fill you and increase you beyond measure? Negative thinking closes you to what God wants to do in your life. If you go around thinking, "Well, I don't think I'll ever meet my sales goals this year with the economy like it is"; or "I don't think I'll ever get promoted. I'm not that qualified"; or "I don't think I'll ever get well", then the problem is that your mouth is barely open. But Jesus said, "According to your faith it will be done unto you." He might as well have said, "If you've got a cup, I'll fill you with a cup level of blessing. If you've got a bucket, I'll fill you with a bucket level of blessing."

Jesus is saying today, why don't you take the limits off? Why don't you believe for supernatural opportunities? Why don't you go out each day expecting increase and promotion? Expect favor, expect peace, expect joy. If you'll go out each day expecting far-and-beyond favor, if you'll "open wide your mouth", you won't be disappointed. He'll fill your cup until it overflows so that you can live the abundant life He has in store for you.
 

A Prayer for Today

Father in heaven, I come before You today with an open and humble heart, ready to receive all You have for me. Teach me to live a life that is pleasing to You so that I can be an example of Your love in the world around me. In Jesus' Name. Amen.

 

**This message is from Joel Olsteen Ministries.**

8:27 am est

Sunday, February 15, 2009

A Smile Every Sunday
If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome including toilet-flush burials for dead goldfish It's a long story but one that will have you laughing out LOUD!!

Overview: I had to take my son's hamster to the vet. Here's what happened:

Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was something wrong with one of the two hamsters he holds prisoner in his room. "He's just lying there looking sick," he told me, "I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?"

I put my best hamster-healer look on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little rodents was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do. (Call my wife.)

"Honey," I called, "come look at the hamster!" "Oh, my gosh," my wife diagnosed after a minute. "She's having babies." "What?" My son demanded.

"But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!"

I was equally outraged. "Hey, how can that be?! I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce!" I accused my wife. "Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?!" She inquired. (I actually think she had the gall to say this sarcastically.)

"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth together). "Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" My son agreed. "Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, ya know," she informed me. (Again with the sarcasm, ya think?)

By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. "Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience," I announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of birth."

"OH, Gross!" They shrieked.

"Well, isn't THAT just great! What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little hamster babies?" My wife wanted to know. (I really do think she was being snotty here, too. Don't you?)

We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later. "We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted.

"It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified. "Do something, Dad!" My son urged. "Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gingerly tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.

"Should I call 911?" My eldest daughter wanted to know," Maybe they could talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)

"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly.

We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in hislap. "Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged.

"I don't think hamsters do Lamaze," his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to ME is one thing, but this boy is of her womb.)

The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass. "What do you think, Doc, a c-section?" I suggested scientifically. My son appeared impressed by my observation.

"Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?" I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.

"Is Ernie going to be okay?" My wife asked. "Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us.

"This hamster is not in labor. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen Ernie is a boy."

"What?"

"You see, Ernie is a young male AND occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um .... er ... masturbate, just the way he did, lying on his back." He blushed, glancing at my wife. "Well, you know what I'm saying, Mr. Cameron."

We were silent, absorbing this.

"So Ernie's just ... just ... excited?"! My wife offered.

"Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood. More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And laugh. And then even laugh loudly!

"What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness. Tears were now running down her face.

"It's just ... that ... I'm picturing you pulling on its ... its teeny little ..." she gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.

"That's enough," I warned.

We thanked the Veterinarian and hurriedly bundled the hamsters and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be okay.

"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you've done, Dad," he told me.

"Oh, you have NO idea," my wife agreed, once again collapsing into laughter.

Enough said.
 
**I found this joke at www.jokesgalore.com
9:11 am est

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Make-believe is more than a child's game!