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Wild Four Year Olds, Seashells, & Other Reasons I Took a Writing Break.

***To really put things into perspective before you read this post, I overcooked a whole chicken by 40 degrees while writing this. I forgot to set the timer because my child, who is taking her first nap in seven very busy days, distracted me when I popped the chicken in the oven. She cried hysterically because she wanted me to blow up her water wings, so she could fly like a bird on her way to nap time. When I told her no, she told me that I never let her pretend. Who am I to discourage imagination?***

This post was prompted after three people over the past month asked why I haven’t been

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Add graphic design and advertising to the list of distractions.

writing, and a fellow author tweeted to me, asking why I stopped advertising my books. First of all, thanks to those people for noticing and caring. It’s easy to feel like a lost voice in the overcrowded land of online advertising, and after trying to self promote my novel and short stories for a few years, I just needed a little break from that very time consuming process. The tremendous network, support system, and friendships I created during that time have been my greatest reward.

Enter the four year olds and seashells. For those of you who do not know me well, I am a “stay at home mom”. (Whatever the hell that really means. My adventures rarely leave me at home.) I am also an independently published author and owner and designer of Ocean Inspired Design. My child has one more year of being “stuck at home” with me, and making memories with her is my number one priority before the slinging of books and seashells. I am in charge of finding other parents of four year olds, and charming them with my quick wit (awkward humor), all to ensure that they will want to play with us on a regular basis. My daughter actually collects friends at an alarming rate on her own these days, so we stay very social and always busy … and hot. Alone time is no longer part of my vocabulary.

seashellcrabWhile on one of our many beach adventures last fall, I collected a massive amount of seashells. One passerby looked at me like I was some insane shelling fanatic, which I now am, so I won’t judge him for his accurate observation. That seashell collection turned into crafting as a hobby. I showed my work to a few friends and received lots of positive feedback, so I opened up my own Etsy shop. A little bit of play money never hurts, right? Basically, I filled my free time with a new creative outlet during a discouraging writing period: Open laptop, stare blankly at screen, yell at screen, pour a glass of wine, stare at screen again, close laptop. I have never been one to force myself to write, so I took a break.

Now that I have created an arsenal of beautiful seashell wall art, wind chimes, and coastal wreaths, I plan on using my very little free time in the evenings to write a series of short stories over the summer. I also have a half written novel, coldly abandoned in Microsoft Word, which I may finish or save to a USB and watch as it melts in the fire pit. Who knows? Go ahead and add self doubt to my list of writing obstacles. As you can see, I have enough things going on to distract me from writing, but I have not given up or lost my passion. I’m just a busy woman, doing my best to make ends meet and raise a child who will hopefully become a wonderful benefit to society one day.

Thanks for reading and to those who support my work and continue to reach out to me! -Corey

 


Free Short Horror Stories

 

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Please take a moment to download and read these two short horror stories for free on March 6th through the Amazon Kindle store.

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Nobody’s Home:

I was hooked from page one! Carter has mastered the art of pulling you into a story wholly, making you feel like the inflicted.” -Lynn

When a young college student signs up for a weekend of volunteer research in the Smoky Mountain region of North Carolina, she soon discovers that the cabin she has been sent to is uninhabitable. When a stranger shows up, claiming to be a fellow student volunteer, Catherine hesitates to trust him. Could he be the one who lured her miles away from civilization? Together they must decide how to survive one night in the dark confines of the abandoned cabin.

The Black Shadow:

The way the author intertwined very real threats with hair-rising, blood-curdling nightmares was remarkably clever.” -Lana Chacra

After her parents divorced, Gracie and her mother moved into an old, two-story, riverfront home, where demons were just as real as the terrible bus ride that Gracie took to and from school each day. When a disturbed boy threatens to harm Gracie and her mother, the young girl becomes trapped between a world of nightmares and reality. After weeks of verbal and physical abuse on the bus, Gracie is faced with her worst fear, and one horrifying night will change her life forever.

 

Thank you for stopping by! If you enjoy these stories, please leave a review or a comment here on my site. 

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Free Books & Prizes from 30+ Authors!


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is hosting the March Madness Takeover on March 5th and 6th, bringing together a talented group of authors. Readers will be invited to interact with more than thirty authors who have prepared lots of fun games and teasers to promote their published novels and upcoming new releases. I will be taking over on Sunday, March 6th, at 8:00 p.m. Join me for a chance to win a free eBook copy of the romantic thriller novel, Shadows of Deception!

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Indie Author & SAHM Extraordinaire: A Balancing Act

Caution: Run-on sentences that seem to take on the form of entire paragraphs. Why? I’m exhausted, and I can.

I woke up especially early this morning. Not because I wanted to get out of bed at 5:30 a.m., but because it was music and story-time day at the library. If I want to bathQueenB3e without a 2 year old, smaller version of my husband flooding the entire bathroom floor, while playing her own EPIC version of duck pond in the bathroom sink while mommy showers, or turning the lights off, just as I’m attempting to shave my legs for the first time in three days, this is what I have to do. Within a 24-hour period, waking up early at least gives me an hour of privacy; a beautiful sliver of my own time to think, dream, plan, and smell nice.

The few hours leading up to our time together at the library was great! After demanding strawberries, pickles, and two frozen yogurts for breakfast, it was time for her bath. After scrubbing the frozen yogurt from nearly every inch of her body (and later the carpets), my self-declared princess decided that she would escape the evil villain known as mommy and run through the house, stark naked, dive into her Dora the Explorer ball tent, filled with 100 brightly colored balls, yelling “I pee-pee I-pee”, while laughing hysterically at her now breathless mother. Upon further inspection of before mentioned @#&$%*# tent, mommy finds that, in fact, princess has peed everywhere, but at least within the confines of the tent! I am then faced with the AMAZING task of soaking 100 balls and the giant, plastic, @#!$%&* blow-up Dora tent in its very own special bath, but not before I’ve given my child her own second bath. This is the fourth time today that I have used the bath/shower facilities in my home. HELLO CITY WATER BILL!!! I’ll need more book sales for this adventure alone.

We hop in the car. My child has everything that she requires: Goofy (one large and one       small version of the exaQueenB2ct same stuffed animal), her juice, a green (not any other @#$!&^% color) bowl of goldfish, a pacifier that she has nearly chewed the tip off of because she is in teething hell, and some random flashlight that I am NEVER to forget before leaving the house. Yup! We’re good! We are waiting at a busy, five minute long stoplight, which leads to the library, when I mistakenly ask, “Honey, are you excited about library time?” Protest ensues! “NOOOOOOO. Park and play, park and play, park and play”. You get the point, right!? We finally get to the library, she finds a friend, all is right with the world, and we play, story-time, and dance our faces off. Woohoo!

Then comes the grocery shopping. We Shop. It’s great. She behaves until we get to the checkout point of our adventure. All of the sudden, my sweet child transforms into a tiny spider monkey and declares, “Mommy pick up, mommy pick up!” Before I can even compute her demand, she stands up in the cart and lunges at me. I catch the airborne spider monkey, realizing that I am now suddenly wet. Coincidentally, I now smell like pee too. I attempt to check out, while holding a ridiculously sized purse, which keeps slipping off of my shoulder, and I’m trying to slide the #$%^&*@ debit card, while the spider monkey is somehow making her way from her position on my waist to some unknown destination above our heads; likely my own head, or even the ceiling, because after all, spider monkeys are sneaky little creatures. The man behind me is laughing hysterically at my chaotic checkout situation, but my hands are too busy to punch him in the face or to toss the spider monkey at him, so I give him my beQueenBst %&*# you fake laugh. I’ll inevitably write him off as a douche bag, or maybe even Satan, in my next book.

When we finally arrive home, I give my darling toddler her third bath of the day. This time, it’s mommy’s fault for forgetting to change her diaper in between point A and point B. I settle her to sleep, allowing myself a solid two hours to work on marketing my romantic thriller novel and my short story. I am only able to write in the evenings, because it’s hard to concentrate with a spider monkey hanging from your leg, while attempting to form an intelligent sentence, not to mention an entire novel. No matter how hectic my days are; I adapt. Trying to strike the perfect balance between caring for a child around the clock, while attempting to build a writing career, is a trying task, but it’s not an impossible task. I love my family, and I feel truly blessed to have an opportunity to work at my own pace and on my own terms as an Indie Author.

An afterthought:

This week in particular has been incredibly trying. My teething toddler contracted a wicked cold from the deepest pit in hell from her adorable boyfriend at the library, decided to drop her midday nap, and she also learned how to spider monkey her way over the crib rail. (Yes! All in the same week, which is how long it has taken me to work on this rather short blog post.) I have lost my marketing break during her naptime, and once I removed that crib rail, all hell broke loose. Day after day, I have dedicated two hours of my evening writing time to sitting in the floor by her new big girl bed, making my best attempt as a first time mother, to console my anxious child, who was previously the world’s greatest sleeper. Last night, I woke up at 2:00 a.m. to my now night roaming spider money, bouncing happily on my chest, while yelling “UPTOWN FUNK! Let’s do it mommy! Music time!” All I could do was wrap my arms around her and laugh, knowing that this is just a phase, and I’ll be able to return to my writing eventually.

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Thank you for taking the time to read more about my hectic lifestyle!!

Corey Carter

Author of Shadows of Deception, A Romantic Thriller Novel

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Readers and Writers Unite; The Indie Author Experience!!

I’m so excited that I finally published my first e-book to amazon kindle! Now that I’ve gotten that out of my system, I can’t express enough how truly amazing the Indie Author experience has been for me. I think the fact that writers, who otherwise would have been pushed aside or overlooked by traditional publishers, have been given a platform in which they can share their unique writing talents and stories is an incredible opportunity. I love that writers can make the first several chapters available for readers to decide whether or not they like the quality and writing style of individual authors. As a reader, I love having this option afforded to me, before I purchase a book. I admit, I had no idea that promoting my own book would be so challenging, but I love a good challenge. I’m new to the twitter community and many of the Facebook groups that I’ve recently joined, but I’ve met some amazing writers and supportive readers along the way. As busy as I am with my own personal and professional life, I find myself wanting to one-click, like, comment, re-tweet, and leave reviews for fellow authors. We have all been blessed with an amazing gift, and it is so nice to finally feel like I’ve found a place where I belong. I feel absolutely at home in the Indie Author community.

Best regards to you all,

Corey Carter & Family_MG_0489a


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