JAB Thanksgiving Free Weekend!

Posted in J.A.B. Entries on November 21, 2012 by C.C. Neil

Ok I am sure there are some of you who don’t have my book yet, and hey, that’s cool! But if it’s because you are strapped for dough, I am offering J.A.B. up for grabs for free on Amazon for the Thanksgiving holiday, STARTING TOMORROW WOO!! But be quick, it ends this Friday! So tell your friends to check it out? If they don’t have a kindle, if you don’t, don’t fret, you can download the reader software free! That’s something to be grateful for right? Free stuff?

Have a safe and satisfying holiday!

Just Another Body

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Sorry it’s been quiet for about…six months, but I have been productive :D

Posted in J.A.B. Entries with tags , , on November 4, 2012 by C.C. Neil

OK FOLKS!  I have been changing hours between jobs and have had no time to do updates, and I have been compiling all my JAB’s (plus two more not available online) into my FIRST BOOK!  It’s up on the Createspace store right now (see link below)! It’s also on Amazon, Amazon Europe and other Amazon stores in paper and Kindle versions (these places are where I can get the most royalties *cough cough*)! After that it will become available in some bookstores (won’t tell me where) and in libraries! The Kindle conversion took forever and I did the best I could to match it to the three preview versions of Kindle PaperWhite, regular Kindle and Kindle DX. If there are any screw ups, sorry, I did this for about three days on my first try *shrug*

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!

https://www.createspace.com/4038588

Award time!

Posted in AWARDS! with tags , on June 21, 2012 by C.C. Neil

Hello JAB’ers!  Life has been very busy for me lately.  New job at my old massage school as a clinic supervisor on the weekends.  I sacrificed fifty hours for my RMTI (registered massage therapy instructor) license and now I work seven days a week.  In all fairness Monday-Friday I work only five hours :-p.  So that’s why I am behind with these awards, via Mr. Matt @ http://beefyhouse.wordpress.com!  He is a good and invaluable friend to me and I wish him success with his new books Skinner (via Kindle) and Hand One Is Dealt via Create Space.

I have be nominated for thethe Kreativ Blogger award :)  Here are the catches:

  • Name seven things about myself
  • Nominate seven other blogs for this award

Since Matt has one, I will be nominating my longest time friend and sister, Shay @ http://goddesslivingoutloud.com :)  She is a Mommy and a writer and a Goddess and kicks so much ass.  LOVE YOU!!  Ok, seven things about me:

  • I can’t stand tomatoes.  The smell, the taste, the textures, have always made me gag and gross out my whole life.  I hate watching people eat them like apples >.<
  • I have naturally curly, tight curly, hair when left to dry on its own with mousse.  I am the only one in my family with it.  I question my paternity in a half kidding way and wonder if it’s a recessive gene.
  • I am a Reiki Master.
  • I saw a naked man running through the woods once when I was a kid.
  • I have furry toes.
  • I can’t pass up a poop or fart joke at all, I don’t know why, they are damned funny.
  • On a good day I can whistle with my toes.

 

*sigh* This is where my tax dollars are going?

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on June 14, 2012 by C.C. Neil

http://www.cdc.gov/phpr/zombies.htm

As a writer of zombie fiction, I have to say this irritates and humors me. Morons…

Another Award!? Wow!

Posted in AWARDS! with tags on May 25, 2012 by C.C. Neil

Once again, thanks to beefyhouse, I am recommended for another blogger award.  I always though you only got awards for having a butt load of readers.  One day I shall, but until I figure out how to pimp this out wider, this will have to do.  Here are teh hoops:

  • Include the award logo in a post or somewhere on your blog.
  • Answer 10 questions about yourself.
  • Nominate 10 to 12 other fabulous bloggers.
  • Link your nominees to the post and comment on their blog, letting them know about the award.
  • Share the love and link the person who nominated you.

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What’s one of your favorite books from childhood? I actually have lots of favorite childhood stories that I still remember and want for myself and my future parasites.  A few are The Talking Eggs, The Fool of the World and the Flying Ship, Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs (I was so thrilled when they made this into a movie as an adult), The Five Chinese Brothers, Yeh Shen, Harold and The Purple Crayon.

What are you reading right now? I am currently reading many books at once that I have started over the years and have not finished, because life happens.  I am reading World War Z (finally, it was a late X-mas gift we got a few months ago), The Vampire Lestat again after thirteen years of growing up, education and just plain not remembering it.  I will move on to Queen of the Damned after because they were damn good stories.  I am also trying to finish The Subtle Body: an Encyclopedia of your Energetic Anatomy and The Ethical Slut.  There are others to finish, but they are not a priority.

What’s a go-to meal you make on busy weeknight? Pizza, spaghetti, whatever I can nibble.  I am not much of a cook, but receiving the Star Trek Cookbook for X-Mas changed that slightly.  Klingon Gagh is tasty.

Favorite thing to do in your free time? Read, write, paint, video games, movie rentals or theater visits with my sister.

Favorite season? Fall, it’s warm and temperate and everything bursts into fabulous!

Favorite magazine? I don’t read magazines really, but am known to pick up a Massage Magazine, Tattoo and Tattoo flash on occasion.

Favorite author? Neil Gaiman.

Favorite color? Green.

Favorite movie? Too many to list.  I am called the Rainman of TV by my sister.  Me likee teh viddeeyo tubers.

Do you prefer reading short stories or novels? Beefy said it best, “I just prefer to read, I don’t care what.”

Since beefy’s blog is the only one I read, here is teh linkee.   http://beefyhouse.wordpress.com

Thanks man and thank you all out there for reading!  Please leave comments and “likes” to help spread the word and let me know you are here, even if it’s anonymously!  As Batman said once, “I want you to do me a favor.  I want you to tell all your friends about me.”

An award nomination for J.A.B

Posted in AWARDS! with tags , , on May 4, 2012 by C.C. Neil

Thanks to Matt at Beefy’s House of Fun (http://beefyhouse.wordpress.com/2012/05/03/you-love-me-you-really-love-me/) I was nominated for and won the Versatile Blogger award for J.A.B !! Check out the entry at that link for explanation.  Here are the rules of the VBA:

  •  Thank the person who gave you this award. That’s common courtesy.
  •  Include a link to their blog. That’s also common courtesy — if you can figure out how to do it.
  •  Next, select 15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly. ( I would add, pick blogs or bloggers that are excellent!)
  •  Nominate those 15 bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award — you might include a link to this site.
  •  Finally, tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself.

I don’t read other blogs on WP, so I can only nominate him again.  So here are seven things about myself:

1)  I hate tomatoes with a passion.
2)  I lived on a catamaran sail boat with my family and dog for a year in Florida learning to sail.
3)  I have been married but I have yet to have children.
4)  On a good day I can whistle with my toes.
5)  I don’t care for sports.  I think old fashioned Roman and Greek bloodsports and nude Olympics would have to come back to get me to watch again with interest.
6)  I have yet to finish my first NaNo manuscript because life happened but plan to get back to it this summer.
7)  I miss the feeling of being in love.

This means a lot man :)  May this be a start of more readers!

Lost and Found

Posted in J.A.B. Entries with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 15, 2012 by C.C. Neil

Once again inspired by and dedicated to Justin.
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“I remember how we met babe. Don’t you?” Her hair still smells like wild flowers. No amount of this rain or blood can wash it away. “You’ve always smelled like that. When you bumped into me that first day of fifth grade I smelled your hair. I had never smelled a girl before. I think that’s when I started noticing girls differently and when I couldn’t stop noticing you.” I can’t stop crying over your cold face. I stopped noticing the cold wind taking away the last traces of the rain. All I can feel is the cold wetness soaking my pants, the concrete all around us and your cold lifeless skin in my hands. I can’t feel my heart anymore. I should listen to the pulling instinct to get up, take our packs and keep running before more undead find us. They left the city in droves, the living and the dead, but there are still us stragglers. But I can’t move.

“I remember how we met…” I swallow hard and let my mind take me back in time to those days. I remember watching you quietly from the back of the classroom sometimes. I watched and listened to you being picked on by the other kids all the time. It hurts me to see you get sad and ignore them, but I was never brave enough to fight them. Some of them were my friends. At that age you have to go along with what your friends do so that you don’t get rejected and made fun of. Like you were and your friends were. You hung out with the other “reject kids” as you came to see yourselves. The kids who wanted to play X-Men in the lunch yard rather than basketball or football. You were the only girl in that group. I remember when I asked my cousin, one of your reject friends, to join and you were surprised and wary. But we all played and we all got along. We weren’t close then. I couldn’t describe then the nervous feelings tingling in my stomach. I couldn’t understand the need to frog your arm and run away laughing, even though inside I felt happy being around you. Kids are so weird. Then I learned what a crush was and that I had one for you. I felt embarrassed and surprised and didn’t tell anyone. Each time I came near you I always smelled your hair.

Then middle school came and those hormones did weird shit to our bodies and minds. I don’t know when my mind went from, “yuck girls” to “hey…girls. How can I touch one?” Suddenly everyone is covered in zits, sprouting hair and can’t figure out why we all suddenly want to touch one another. I would see you from time to time. We never had the same classes. We both got boyfriends and girlfriends on occasion but I still watched you. I remember when you moved away and I didn’t know where. Time passed and you moved to a distant memory that was triggered from time to time. But I lived my life. I did what boys do: smoked, fights, I drew, tried pot, made out, lost my virginity in the bed of a girl who’s full name I can’t remember. But you were always there. Then you moved back in our junior year and those feelings flared up like a roman candle. We became friends again and I even became friends with your brother just so I could have an excuse to go to your house and see you. One time when you fell asleep on the sofa I learned in to smell the invisible wild flowers growing in your hair.

Then came graduation and I never saw you again for almost a decade. I always thought on you during my many failed relationships, what you were doing, where you were, what you looked like, if you thought of me. Through my growing career in graphic design I often used the feelings you inspired in me as a source of inspiration. I thought of using the memory of your face many times and never did. The my Dad got sick. I was the only one among my sibs that had the free time and money to take care of him so my job turned into a telecommuting job and I moved back here to Jeffersontown. When he passed I kept going back to the smell of your hair and your smiling brown eyes and I couldn’t tell you why. I hadn’t thought of you in years yet there you were. It made the pain of his loss tolerable. When I moved into his old house and got a new job I would stop and remember our childhood memories and I clung to them. I remember praying quietly that it would be nice to see you again but again, I couldn’t tell you why.  I never could get an answer as to how someone can stay on your mind for so long and in your heart for even longer?

Then that day in the grocery store months after. I still smile in my heart to think of it. I bumped into you in frozen foods and you immediately smiled when you saw me. You had let your dark hair grow out again to its fullness down to your waist. I noticed color and lines peeking out from parts of your shirt indicative of tattoos. Your hug was comfortable and warming and your hair still smelled like wild flowers. You told me you always thought to my days of drawing cool pictures and playing X-Men and that you thought of me and the others from time to time, and were in contact with a couple of them. I asked you if you had stayed here, you said no you moved back recently due to a divorce in the last year. I had the nerve to ask you for coffee. I laughed when you suggested a beer instead. That night we instantly shared so many personal details of the last decade. I found myself saying things to you that took me months to gather the courage to say to others and you nodded and didn’t judge and shared some of your own. You told me of the horrible man you married too young and how he had abused you, about how you lost a pregnancy you didn’t know you had. You told me your struggle to find yourself and work through personal issues and relationship struggles to become more self-aware and do away with naivety. I was impressed that despite your admission of being working poor you were happy with your chosen path and who you became. I still had respect and honor for you and admiration and it made me love you even more.

Over the weeks we called and lunched and learned about all the commonalities we had. I noticed the way you would get close and touch my hair or laugh at my jokes. Or when you noticed me looking into your eyes and you wouldn’t look away. I still hold my breath when I remember that night you kissed me in front of my house. It came out of nowhere. You said you were falling in love with me. I thought I was speechless and didn’t register until moments after the fact that I had told you I fell in love with you in the fifth grade. I remember how you cried with a smile when I told you that I loved the smell of your hair. That night I fell asleep in the nest of it, lulled to sleep with the aura of wild flowers and your warm body.

And now six months later we are running for our lives. Our car ran out of gas not too long outside of the city. We have seen so much death. We have seen things we used to only read about in comics. I swore to the universe and to you that I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. I had no real survival skills and could use a gun decently but I just wanted to keep you alive.

“And I failed…I am so sorry babe…” I keep crying on you and I can’t stop. I can’t stop staring at your dead eyes frozen open. I keep going over the shoulda-coulda-woulda’s in my head. I shoulda turned left at that building and followed that small group to the parking garage. The hoard of zombies on our tails seemed to lose them, those people could still be alive. I coulda tried sticking with a group instead of keeping it just us two because I thought it would be faster and safer with just us. I woulda watched better and paid more attention where we were running and weaving on the bridge above us and noticed those three zombies ahead of us. I would have insisted on taking the lead instead of the rear to watch out for anything behind us. I would have pulled the gun faster and popped them all before they began biting and tearing at you. I would have not had to watch you fall off the bridge three stories to the concrete we are on now. I wouldn’t have had to waste six rounds killing the zombies that now lay dead for good behind us. I wouldn’t have had to shoot you in the head to make sure you didn’t get up. I wouldn’t be here crying and in pain wondering why God would finally let me have you and then I lose you.

I wouldn’t be hurt and you wouldn’t be dead. I wouldn’t be drowning in snot and tears over you and on the gun in my hand as well. I will smell your hair one last time before I pull the trigger.

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