Father’s Day

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One of the most cherished holidays of the season. When I was young, I often missed Mother’s Day, Father’s Day.

I didn’t appreciate the importance of thanking my parents for all the love they’d given me, for every decision I made. For the material/immaterial things that kids sometimes don’t get.

Now, they’re gone. Passed a long time ago, but now … I wish I could tell them how much I appreciate them.

Anyone else feel like a heel?

I don’t know how it happened, ’cause I hadn’t put any weight on these holidays, but my son, once he was old enough to understand and every year since, has given me a card, chocolate, or taken me to brunch. Today, he and his girlfriend treated my husband to brunch and I got to tag along.

If I had a time machine …

Thank you Mom and Dad for all your love. And today, Dad, I wish I could smell that really stinky cigar, just one more time.

 

 

Reaching the GOAL

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Today, I am not writing about writing. This is reading and doing.

This. Is. Personal.

I have battled ups and downs with weight control for YEARS. I have yet to reach my goal–however, I am much closer to the goal than where I was at. Am I going to tell you? Heck, no. Geez.

(Am I pushing this? Yes.  http://cmahoneyfnp.wixsite.com/claireosullivan/book-inner-page )

You see, I love food. Seems to be, I love food that is not particularly healthy. Like… pizza. Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, gravy. Hamburgers, hot dogs. PIE. Sticky buns. Italian food. Name something. Except lutefisk.

( http://cmahoneyfnp.wixsite.com/claireosullivan/book-inner-page )

Over the years (and I mean many years) I have been on every single diet ever touted on the face of the earth. Name one. Been there. From vegetarian to the Zone (and weirder diets), like the grapefruit and steak diet …

Been there.

The Zone demanded tuna for lunch every day. It might have well been an entire fish for all I was concerned, I hate tuna. I managed the Zone one … day.

I would stand in the cookbook aisle of healthy foods, well. Not so healthy. I lived vicariously through pictures. It didn’t help me lose weight by the way.

After so may failed attempts I WROTE A COOKBOOK. With…good…food.

( http://cmahoneyfnp.wixsite.com/claireosullivan/book-inner-page )

Pizza. Meatloaf, mashed potatoes. Apple pie. Sticky buns. HEALTHY! Tastes great. Easy to make. From BBQ to crockpot, and everything in between. Mexican food, easy comfort foods. Pumpkin pie. Lasagna. LASAGNA!

Best of all–every recipe can be tailored to your diet needs. Gluten free? Swap the wheat noodles out for your favorite alternates. Need soy or rice milk? Go for it!

A lot of folks did great with simple changes. Other diets, lifestyles — many too austere, can cause a person to … fall away, like I did. Within days. I’ve spent scads of money on diet books, only to hate the food, eat something bland, disgusting or just plain stupid.

Once I figured a few simple changes, my weight went down. My cholesterol stunned my doctor. My joint pain eased. I had obstructive sleep apnea. It’s gone. I had acid reflux. THAT’s gone. So, hence the book. ( http://cmahoneyfnp.wixsite.com/claireosullivan/book-inner-page )

Don’t get me wrong. Every now and again, I fall into a temptation. But it’s not like falling off the wagon. It’s more of a stumble. If you hit the ground, you get up, brush off the dirt and continue on.

I hope you (diabetic, hypertensive, high cholesterol, weight control, heart disease folks) who have been told to be vegans and can barely choke it down (no knock on vegans, they do pretty well, those who like it), find refuge and health in my book. Go ahead. Shock your doctor/practitioner. Tell him/her what you have done. Good PR for me 🙂

I address food. Not so much exercise. I’ll do that here. I used to be a cross country runner. Then I took up karate. After a disastrous knee accident, it’s has never been right, so I started walking. Then more problems arose. Head to toe type. I started boxing (yes, in the comfort and safety of my own home). Best exercise ever. Until the arthritis took over my wrists and hands. I am still looking for the perfect exercise. Swimming, no. Water walking – sorry, I won’t do it. Sure, I’m gray. But I ain’t water walking.

Lifestyle changes come easy when you change one thing at a time. Don’t swap out all of your foods, you may find yourself in the welfare aisle. Changes should be reasonable. Cooking should be short and savory. Food should be like my fettuccine –to die for. Desserts must tickle your tongue. Enjoy your food! Do not go hungry or stand in the cookbook section vicariously living through pictures …

This is a lifestyle I can live with. Visit my web page and click on Fabulous Foods Enjoying Healthy Comfort Foods. It will take you directly to the Amazon page. You can find it on Kindle also.

Why am I pushing it then? Because I have met with authors who have since passed away, succumbing to a lifestyle disorder. Because I know authors who are limping along trying and falling for months. I know scads of people who want good food, including family.

It. Is. Personal.

I continue on, battling the same as you. I don’t wish to be in the ICU or cardiac care unit, thank you.

http://cmahoneyfnp.wixsite.com/claireosullivan and click on the book’s picture and hit ‘buy.’

This is not a money-maker for me, royalties are in the dirt. I used to buy boxes of books -print on demand- and had a captive audience, but lives were changed. To me, that makes it worth it.

It’s under the name (real) that I work under, so don’t be terribly confused 🙂

5 to >100 pounds IT IS DOABLE.

 

 

 

 

The Edit Zombie. How to Spot it and Protect Yourself from Your Inner Zombie

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I. Hate. Editing. Worse, I hate editing too soon.

It means, ugh … slicing. Dicing. Adding and subtracting words, sections, scenes. And it means — commas, colons, semi-colons. That’s the easy part.

How long should a sentence be? Gasp! Should I use be at the end of the sentence? Should I use an ! point? The dangling modifier. An awkward sentence. Overused words.

If you are new to writing and you spend more time at conferences, reading the Chicago Manual of Style (that changes every year, by the way), and edit each sentence on your first draft–you may be an Edit Zombie.

You may have realized by now writing is not your endgame. It’s (I’m so sorry to say this) your beginning. What is your genre? Do you brand yourself (NO, not like cattle), do you have a platform?

Kristen Lamb has a terrific blog: http://authorkristenlamb.com/  She has classes. Words of wisdom. Don’t forget to follow her!

Back to editing. What a hairy ordeal, and the new writer (without an English or Journalism major) can run into some serious trouble. How do you publish? Through an agent, a traditional publishing house? Vanity (I recommend staying away from them, just ’cause)? Self-publish? Each want you to 1. edit and 2. market. Writing is hard. Editing sucks. And marketing is heinous, but not necessarily the job of your agent/publishing house, and for self-publishing–you are it. Hope and pray you have enough money for a professional editor.

Take heart and keep an eye out. I am writing a down-and-dirty book. The how-to, the lists you need. The TIPS to walk with your head held high, knowing you are no longer the zombie that sucks your soul dry (wait ’til the end of the fun process… )

 

 

 

 

One of my favorites

Thought I’d share a recipe from my book Fabulous Foods,  Enjoying Healthy Comfort Foods under the name, Cynthia Mahoney FNP (if you type in my name instead of the title, you’ll go straight to the book)

Cindy’s Favorite Fettuccine Alfredo

This was one of my serendipitous findings. I spent years trying to emulate a local chef’s high fat Alfredo, sans fat, and tried some changes. When I finally hit on this recipe, it was mid-summer and my husband was in the mood for a cool salad. So because I am the saint that I am, I ate his portion of Fettuccine Alfredo, I mean someone had to do it. I sat down, wrote the recipe and fired it off to the local newspaper’s Healthy Living section. I have had more compliments on this than I can stand, well almost.

 

Prep time: 15 minutes

 

6 ounces of whole wheat linguini or Fettuccine noodles

6 ounces of fat free half and half

1 tablespoon light margarine such as I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter, Light

½ cup parmesan cheese, finely grated

1 teaspoon cornstarch

1 clove fresh pressed garlic, sautéed

Salt, about 1 or 2 teaspoons

1 tablespoon grated Asiago cheese, optional

 

In a medium pot, boil noodles per package instructions but don’t add oil or salt. Stir frequently.

While the noodles are boiling, in a medium bowl mix the cornstarch with 1 tablespoon of the fat free half and half. When thoroughly mixed with a fork, add in the rest of the fat free half and half.

 

When noodles are sufficiently cooked, drain and put directly back into the pot, add the light margarine and mix until melted. Turn heat back on medium and add the cornstarch/half and half mix and heat to almost boiling, but do not boil, for 1 to 2 minutes. Remove from heat. Add the ½ cup parmesan cheese, garlic and salt and mix. The sauce will thicken.

 

Serve immediately with the grated Asiago.

3 servings:

Calories: 397

Fat: 5

Fiber: 6

Protein: 21

Secs Sells …

My works are not filled with sex scenes or erotica. On purpose. Yep, I know sex sells, but I would rather NOT sell at all than pander to the worldly view of voyeurism.

Passion is different. Fighting the battle of not falling into sex is a battle (a subplot) but the main plot is that which grabs. I have read good writing and must skip the erotic scenes because it’s simply a turn-off.

My main characters are flawed, angry, worldly, physically flawed, and emotionally damaged. Once they accept Christ, they backslide. Are we perfect? St. Paul bemoaned his imperfections. At the end of his life he says, ‘I fought the fight, I ran the race’ … what in heaven’s name could that possibly mean? It’s an easy thing to accept grace. It’s a battle to walk, even pray or read the Bible.

I read/write Christian suspense/romance. I want readers to know the plot and the subplot of walking the talk of faith, stumbling, battling the worldly enemy as well as the physical enemy. Asking for help understanding Scripture. It ‘is’ realistic. It is attainable in real life. Using sex to sell is an easy copout.

What do you think?

 

YIKES!

Today, I have to get to the ghetto garden before the heat strikes and the flowers fade … ok the veggies. So to make this totally short, I have been busy rewriting Forget Me Not: Non Compos Mentis.

I am ‘freaking out’ in the WHEEEE! that an agent has asked for my entire manuscript, How to Steal a Romance.

Please follow me at:  http://cmahoneyfnp.wixsite.com/claireosullivan

AND follow the extraordinary Kristen Lamb at http://authorkristenlamb.com Her blog is great. She speaks the truth about writing. Social media. AND her book Devil’s Dance is what I say is great writing.

CLAIRE O’SULLIVAN – looking forward to comments on my blog.

You can also find me on Facebook – authorclaire https://www.facebook.com/claire.osullivan.332 and author page:https://www.facebook.com/ClaireOSullivanChristianRomanceAuthor/

Twitter !   @authorclaire1

Follows would be totally awesome!

Write that blog!

Holy moly. I’m in a few advice for newbie groups, and today, both of them touched on the importance of social media. I’m awaiting one to see if I can post it here and on my website/blog and Facebook….

YA, I have social media. Most of it is political satire (or not) and/or utter piffle, but I find that it happily keeps me from working on my new WIP. Hey, I’m thinking, okay? Yeesh.

It’s tough to push a novel yet to be published. I can say with unfettered ecstasy  that after five years, it’s being considered -or at least read- by Agency of Choice, Steve Laube Agency. If not for smelling salts, I may have passed out when I received the request for … the … entire thing. YAY! Brown bag, breathe. Smelling salts. Cold splash of water. Okay. Hit SEND and start the prayer process.

So, here’s my blurb, followed by what could be the back flap:

Identity thief, Catherine Cade, and Detective Rick Calhoun must find a killer. When the killer comes for her, what will Calhoun sacrifice to save the woman he loves?

Yes, she’s having a tough time, trying to go straight, and using her skills to escape a brutal ex-partner from town to town seems oxymoronic. A murdered councilman catches her attention, and she must overcome her fear of prison to find the truth.  Until the detective catches her in the act. Instead of prison, he blackmails her. Now, she’s stuck. What, report him to the police? Good luck on that one.

This could be bad. She doesn’t expect to be free from her ex-partner. She sure as heck doesn’t expect to fall in love with the detective. What she can barely fathom is that God will meet her where she is at and why Calhoun would pay any price for her safety.

Now you know! I will be dancing and singing if it is published. Then I’ll be on every social media freeeeeeaaaaaking out. Happily, of course.

So look, no politically charged stuff! I amaze myself, too. Hoping you have a happy, productive and satisfying day.

IN GOD’S HANDS,

Cindy Mahoney (aka pen name, Claire O’Sullivan)

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