I originally created my first publishing company, Sola Mente Publishing, to publish my own books, and then I had the bright idea that I’d help others get published.
So I started SolaPress!
I’m happy to announce that my first client’s eBook is now available on Amazon!
Shook by Maxine Brothers
To the world outside her home, Kara is a professional student. She has multiple degrees and seems to be interested in acquiring more.
To the world inside her home, Kara is a stone-cold, 30-year-old assassin.
When her mother is killed, she decides it’s time to get out of “The Life,” but she’s planning to leave the game in a much different way than one might expect.
Now that it’s time to get out, Kara has decided to leave “The Life” shook.
Her biography…
Maxine Brothers has been an writer since the day she first picked up a pen. She is an inspiration to other writers, providing both support and assurance in the endeavors of others. She has exercised her abilities through different creative writing means, i.e. poetry and stories, coupled with article submissions to magazines. Ms. Brothers has worked on different projects offering opportunities to other lovers of the arts. The articles she submits to magazines vary from poetry submissions to advice columns to general informative pieces. Additionally, Maxine offers other artist the ability to showcase their work through the different magazines she writes for. In conjunction with writing, Ms. Brothers has worked with other artist to hold different poetry events and artist showcase events. Her accomplishments thus far are only the beginning.
I’m looking forward to helping more authors get published! If you’re interested, check out the information SolaPress!
Back in April 2010, I got the Kindle DX
) for free by helping save a friend’s business quite a bit of money.
He asked me what I wanted for helping him, and I told him I’d like a Kindle.
He pulled out his iPhone on the spot, went to Amazon.com and looked up Kindles.
“You want the big one or the little one,” he asked me. After hesitating for a moment, because I didn’t want to take advantage, I decided to just got for it.
“I’d like the big one, please,” I told him. His reply?
“You want the leather case for it?”
“Yes,” I said. He touched in the information and put the iPhone back in his pocket.
“You’ll have it in a few days,” he said.
Me: BIG, EAR-TO-EAR EXTRA, CHEESY SMILE.
Since I got my DX, I’ve rarely missed a day of reading from it. I love that thing!
Anyway…
I have a birthday coming up on 24 October, and I told my parents I don’t NEED anything, but I’d like to have the new Kindle Fire
There’s no guarantee I’ll get more than a birthday card and a phone call from them, so I have a Plan B if that doesn’t work out.
I mean, my parents’ love is all I really have to have from them on any day of the year, including my birthday.
And, cut…
So my plan B for getting my Kindle Fire free, if mom and dad only send me their love and a Hallmark card (I’ll be turning it over to check), is to use the Amazon Trade-In Program.
Whoa!
You don’t know about the Amazon Trade-In Program
What the snarky?!?!
Dude…
You’ve got to learn about the Amazon Trade-In Program.
At first, I thought it was only for college textbooks, but then I discovered they’ll take trade-ins on loads (yes, I picked that up from watching Harry Potter movies; anyway…) of stuff!
Wait…
Let’s back up just a smidge.
You don’t think I’m trading in my Kindle DX, do you?
As Erika Alexander’s character said in Mama Flora’s Family…
“Don’t you be talkin’ blasphemy!”
OK, it’s not that serious, but I will be keeping my DX even after I get the Kindle Fire.
Each Kindle will serve two, separate purposes.
The DX will be my main device for leisure reading, just as it is now.
The Fire, because it’s a full-color, touch-screen device, will allow me to watch Amazon Instant Video
OK, so back to Plan B and the Amazon Trade-In Program…
Like I was saying…
It’s not just for trading in college textbooks. Amazon is accepting good-to-brand-new items in the following categories:
Don’t think you’re going to get back most of what you paid for your items, though.
The trade-in amounts on many items are modest, at best.
However, for me, this isn’t a concern.
I mean, I’m trying to declutter, so being able to get a little credit for things I’m trying to get rid of anyway is a bonus.
Amazon allows you to send the items to them for free. They pick up the cost of shipping.
Anyway, I’ll let you know how my plans turn out, but I’m going to be the owner of a Kindle Fire soon. That’s not optional.
UPDATE: Mom and Dad didn’t get me a Kindle Fire for my birthday, so Plan B is in full effect. 
…not do better.
If you don’t believe there’s a God, click here.
You may find something more interesting and/or entertaining over there.
Now back to what I was saying…
Why is “anything he can do, I cannot do better” on my mind?
I’m sitting here watching episodes of “Lost,” and the Kate character is getting on my last nerve.
Anytime there’s a place to go or something to do, no matter how dangerous it may be, she wants to be a part of it. She wants to do it, even when other people would be better suited to the task. She wants to have it, even if someone else will benefit from it more.
UGH!
I just want to yell at the television, “GO SOMEWHERE AND SIT DOWN, KATE!”
Sigh.
Alas, I know yelling at the television doesn’t do any good, so I just sit here and itch.
Now I know that there are a plethora of things both men and women can do equally. We’re both human, so that’s a given.
However…
There are other things that women shouldn’t do, even though they’re able.
I can lift very heavy loads when I have to, because there’s no man around to help me, but I prefer not to do so if the opposite sex is around and doesn’t mind helping me out. Straining our bodies in ways we were never created to do doesn’t do us any good in the long run. We’ll just have complications later.
Years ago, I read an article about a girl who was suing her high school. She fought the school system to play varsity football, won and then was majorly injured from being hit unmercifully by her teammates in a regular practice. She had to have several surgeries to repair and remove organs that had been damaged or destroyed when she was viciously tackled and then the rest of the defensive line piled on top of the other players with her at the bottom.
I have no idea how the lawsuit turned out. She claimed that the coaches should have protected her from this kind of treatment. Yet she wanted to be treated in all other ways like one of the guys. Uh-huh.
Anyway, if men and women were suppose to do exactly the same things in all things, why didn’t God just make one gender and call it a day. He would have gotten to rest much sooner if he had.
I’m cool with being a woman, and I don’t have a burning need to do everything men do.
I mean, why should I want to pee standing up? It’s so much more relaxing to sit down. 
OK, I’ll stop.
Top of the mind today is “make it happen.”
I’ve got a million and one things to do, and I don’t know where to start. So I’m not going to worry about starting with the perfect thing.
I’m just going to do the first thing that comes to mind and then the second and then the third.
Soon… everything will be accomplished.
I can spend time planning, or I can spend time doing.
I plan to do. Period.
I was just on Facebook, and I got an instant message from someone I don’t even know.
Here’s the conversation:
Her: we are praying for you today
Me: Thank you. Any particular reason I made your prayer list?
Her: God Bless- The Lord led me to pray for you today The trials and hardship are about to have a breakthrough for a testimony in your life – You have a strong voice for the Lord and He is preparing you to speak it
Me: Awesome! Thanks for being obedient to Him.
Her: Be Blessed
Me: Thank you. You be blessed, also.
When I got the first instant message, my initial reaction was to be skeptical.
As a Believer, that’s not the most desirable first reaction to have. I mean, just because I didn’t know this person doesn’t mean God didn’t tell her to pray for me. It doesn’t mean God didn’t give her a message for me.
I immediately checked that reaction and became grateful.
I mean, God sent Jesus and we didn’t know Him either, but He prophesied and prayed for us and told us to follow His example, so who am I to question who God sends to pray for me?
I’m just glad He’s paying attention.
Yesterday was a challenge for me.
Tropical Storm Lee dumped lots and lots of rain on my neck of the woods in Virginia, and thanks to the earthquake we had a few weeks ago there are now cracks in the foundation of the townhouse I rent.
Through those cracks came the water, and the water ruined several boxes of my book inventory for my online bookstore.
As I cleaned up the mess, and had to keep going down and up the stairs throughout the day to use my carpet-cleaning machine to suck up the water before it ruined more boxes of books, I couldn’t help thinking:
“At least I have a basement to flood. At least I’m dry. At least I’m not standing in the doorway of a store trying to keep from getting wet…”
and so on.
I mean, I was frustrated, disappointed, sad, stressed and all that from the damage being done to the basement and the books, but it could be much worse, and it was much worse for those who couldn’t say “at least I have a basement” or “at least I have a roof over my head.”
The water in my basement wasn’t nearly as bad as the flooding in New York and Pennsylvania. I didn’t have to evacuate my living space because the water was wading height. The most I lost was time away from working on projects for clients, about 2% of my book inventory and all the extra calories I burned from walking down and up the steps, sucking up the water with the carpet-cleaning machine and moving 35-pound boxes to dryer locations.
So, thank you, God, for the flood in the basement. You always know how to show me that You’re there, and I’m blessed to have You in my life.
Romans 8:28
So I went to the doctor’s office yesterday, because I’ve been having so much trouble sleeping since the earthquake and Hurricane Irene.
She prescribed a non-habit-forming sleep aid that I took last night. It worked OK, because I only took one pill and not two. She said it would knock me out for 10 hours, and I didn’t want to be down that long. Whew. I slept from about 8:30p until about 3-something. After I woke up the first time, I was able to go back to sleep until about 6a.
My doctor’s visit also revealed I’ve put back on almost 20 pounds. Not cool. So I got up this morning and went to the gym. I did an hour on the elliptical. The chicks on either side of me were going way faster than me, but I was just glad to be moving my body. I have a cruise in two months, and I am not going to be on the boat and be as big as a boat.
I came home, shaved my head and took a nice, long shower. It felt good after the workout.
So, what’s up with the title of this post?
I have this thing about rugs in the bathroom.
Since I don’t require people to remove their shoes at the front door, and I don’t do it either, I’ve always had this thing against rugs and/or carpet in the bathroom.
I mean, you go in there and use the toilet or sink with your shoes on and whatever’s on the bottom of your shoes becomes a part of the rug/carpet. Then you bathe/shower and step out with wet, bare feet on the same rug/carpet that’s there when you were in the bathroom in your shoes. Ewe.
I have a bath mat that I put down when I bathe/shower to step out on, but it goes over the side of the tub when I’m done. I don’t leave it on the floor to be stepped on when I’m in the bathroom in my shoes.
Call me crazy or weird, but everybody’s got their something.
These thoughts came to me while I was tweeting with @SherriWrites at about 4a; after Hurricane Irene moved through my area.
There was a time in human history where technology wasn’t available to predict the destructive paths of natural disasters.
With meteorological advances, however, there are some things we don’t have to do anymore:
- We don’t have to stand outside with a moist finger in the air trying to decide whether we should move to higher, or lower, ground because bad weather is coming.
- We don’t have to depend on Grandpa’s bad knee from his second World War wound to start aching before we head off to the supermarket for non-perishable items for the bomb shelter.
- We don’t have to pay a fortune in gold to the Oracle to gyrate and sputter to let us know that the ground will be shaking and rumbling soon.
All we have to do now is turn on the television, surf over to The Weather Channel‘s website and/or download an application for our smartphone to know days in advance that we’re most likely in harm’s way and we probably need to move.
If you can’t get out of harm’s way, that’s one thing. Sometimes a storm will come on so suddenly that there’s no time to evacuate. Even with all the meteorological advances in the world, Mother Nature doesn’t show us her terrific and terrible majesty all the time.
If you can get out of harm’s way, and you choose not to, then you put other people’s lives at risk.
For the most part, the good portion of humankind values life. There are those among us who will risk life and limb to rescue a cat or dog before s/he’ll watch even someone else’s pet perish because of some natural or man-made disaster.
When people refuse to evacuate, especially when they’ve got ample time and have been given sufficient warnings to do so, they create the possibility that some Emergency Service employee could lose his/her life trying to rescue people who wouldn’t have needed rescuing had they listened to the warnings and moved to safer space prior to the disaster.
In the end, the material possessions are ruined, anyway, and their staying doesn’t change that. In our human condition, not even our strong wills are going to deter the wrath of nature, and we’ve put ourselves and others at risk for nothing.
The time Emergency service personnel could be spending to help those who did move to safer space find food/water, clothing and shelter, is consumed by those who left themselves in dangerous situations and have to be rescued. Valuable resources are diverted from those who listened and tried to do the right thing to those who decided their wants/needs were more important than anyone else’s.
Think about it.
Once it’s found out that someone who wouldn’t evacuate is trapped on his/her roof barefoot in shorts and a tshirt, clinging to his/her laptop and laser printer, the Emergency Service personnel aren’t going to say, “Oh, well. It’s too bad. S/he should have listened to us and got out before it got bad.”
No, their supervisor is going to send them out to rescue that person and his/her few possessions. And while the Emergency Service personnel are trying to concentrate on getting this person safely off his/her roof, s/he’ll be barking orders like, “Be careful of my laptop and printer. I’m going to hand them to you first. Don’t drop them. Watch the cables!”
It’s troubling, to say the least, that there are people who put more value on stuff than they place on their own lives and/or the lives of those who’ll be on the hook for trying to get them to safety once the storm/tornado/hurricane/fire passes through their area.
When are we going to learn?
Sigh.
The plan was to go to bed early and then get up at 5a to go to the gym, but that didn’t work.
I found myself wide awake at 11pm, and I still can’t sleep.
I had an itch on my back, and when I went to scratch it I discovered that my entire back is covered with small bumps. I’ve never had hives, so I don’t know if that’s what it is. I know they weren’t there the day before the earthquake.
I really need to get over it.
Right now, though, I’m not over it.
Sigh.
I guess I better get some work done since I’m awake.
…no pun intended.
Yesterday, a 5.8-magnitude earthquake started in Richmond, VA, and shook the earth all the way up the East Coast.
I live about an hour and a half away from Richmond, so imagine my terror when my bed starting shaking during my nap.
At first, I thought I was dreaming that the bed was shaking, but when I woke up and saw things falling off my dresser, and the books on the desk sliding to a slant, I thought maybe my landlady had someone working on the house and she didn’t tell me they were coming by.
I got out of bed and looked out the windows, but I didn’t see anyone. I thought maybe I couldn’t see them from the top floor, so I descended the stairs and looked out the ground floor windows.
No one.
As I came back up the stairs, the ceiling fan was making a very weird noise, so I turned it off and the shaking stopped.
Keep in mind, at this point I still had no idea there had been an earthquake.
I mean, I’ve been in this area since 2003, and there’s never been any earthquakes. I went to school in DC from 1990 to 1995, and there were no earthquakes then either. Why would I think it was an earthquake?
My heart was racing, because I was wondering if maybe a squirrel in the attic had bitten into a wire or something and damaged the electrical system, which is what caused the whole top floor of the house to shake.
I sat on my bed, wondering if the top of my house was going to fall in on me and if I should leave.
About this point, a friend of mine called to check on me, and that’s when I found out I wasn’t crazy, that turning off the ceiling fan hadn’t stopped the house from shaking and that I had indeed been shaken out of my sleep by a powerful earthquake.
Now it’s almost 2a, and I’m terrified to go to sleep. I’ve been in bed since about 11p, and I can’t sleep. The thought of having another earthquake shake me out of my sleep scares me silly.
But you know what I think about when I’m lying here unable to sleep?
Haiti, Japan, India and all those other places rocked by natural and man-made disasters where the infrastructure isn’t as solid as America’s and when the shaking stops there are miles and miles of homes and businesses razed to the ground.
Yesterday’s earthquake lasted for about 40 seconds of my life, and I can’t go to sleep.
Can you imagine spending the next 40 years rebuilding your life, community, city, state, country?
I’m scared, but I know I’m fortunate to live in a place where a 5.8-magnitude earthquake shakes me up but doesn’t tear me down. My heart goes out to all those who don’t live in a place where they can say that.
This is why I take my Help for Humanity campaign so seriously.
