The countdown to my debut novel, Even Tough Women Crack Like Eggs Sometimes, has officially started. I am over the moon with excitement. I have wanted to be a writer since I was a little girl. My dream has always been to tell stories to inspire readers, to touch their lives, to nest in their hearts, and to nourish their insides.
Next month I will cross the bridge from a writer who scribes a sundry of subjects ranging from editorial issues, celebrity interviews, reviews, book blurbs, screenplays, lyrics, motivational quotes, inspirational quotes to that of published author. Yes, cookie cakes, I will join the ranks of the magical writers who have inspired me, who inspire me and who will inspire me. I will stand side by side with an array of remarkable writers who have mentored me from the moment I wanted to cross over from the realm of journalist to the sphere of being a published author. I am truly humbled to be in such esteemed company.
The buttercream icing on the cake is to have my own publishing company. I wanted my own publishing company since I was about eleven. It was when my grandfather hauled in a humongous desk for me to do my schoolwork on. Schoolwork? Aahhh, not so much – if any. Cookie cakes, I wrote stories for my dolls, pets and cousin Christine. I put together magazine issues, newspapers and even penned scripts for the reporters who worked for my news channel. I won’t even tell ya about the soaps, shows and movies I wrote. I wanted to be one of the chosen few to create fire with my words ever since my grandma taught me to read. I will always be grateful to my grandma for introducing me to the world of books amidst the chaos of my childhood. She was a tough woman.
To celebrate the countdown to the publication of Even Tough Women Crack Like Eggs Sometimes, I will be sharing weekly teasers with you.
Visit The Official Even Tough Women Crack Like Eggs Sometimes website for extra goodies.
And stay tuned for details on exclusive content, bookish treats, sneak peeks, and swag, YESSS, HONEY!!!
Drum roll…. Yes!
Bumblebees swirling inside of me…Oy!
What is going on, Morasco, ya want to know, huh? Well, I am going to tell ya. Ready? It is official, cookie cakes, it really is. This morning at to-early-to-read-the-email A.M. I received a message from Goodreads. I scanned the subject line. I stared at it, grinned, and went back to sleep making a mental note to read it when I was ready to absorb it all. I just read it. Do ya want to know what the subject line said?
Welcome to the Goodreads Authors program! YESSS, HONEY!!!
And, cookie cakes, when I opened it there in bold letters were the words –
Hey, you’re a Goodreads Author now! YESSS, HONEY!!!
Officially, as of today, I am a Goodreads Author! Ready? Here we go – YESSS, HONEY!!! Hahaha!!!
I am sooo excited! I will be brainstorming this weekend on what bonuses I will be including with my debut novel, what exclusives will go to the various retailers and setting up my Goodreads Author Page – in between working on Even Tough Women Crack Like Eggs Sometimes for its November release.
I will diligently be working with the designing genius at TRT Studios™ to decide on a cover that makes me as thrilled as the cover for my Old Sea Harbor Series Novella, Spirits Unleashed.
Also, I will be finally working behind the scenes on The Diane Morasco Radio Show; it has been pushed back for way too long and this cookie cake is ready – I think. Gulp!
And lastly, I am considering a YouTube channel for 2017. Where did this coconut notion come from all of a sudden? The awesome Kristen Martin.
So, there ya have the scoop on All Things Morasco. I am wishing you and yours a creative, fun, healthy, and relaxing weekend.
Embrace your moments!
Announcing The Official Even Tough Women Crack Like Eggs Sometimes website for my novel, Even Tough Women Crack Like Eggs Sometimes.
I hope you find clarity, compassion, sustenance, and understanding as you voyage through the TOUGH website.
My mission is to heal, empower and rip the damn shutters off the windows we house our secrets in, so we can let the sun pour its powerful light on the darkness. Once we start soaking up the light, we can absorb the nourishment and heal.
Always remember, you are a beautiful treasure!
I believed the best was yet to come
I believed there wasn’t anything we couldn’t get through
I believed in you and me
Until you put your hands on me
I understood the abuse from your past
I came from one too
I understood how your parents succumbed to addiction
Poppin’ pills, liquorin’ up…and shootin’ up
As did you
I came from a household of boozin’ up
I wanted better
Thought you did too
I didn’t give in to the insidiousness of my DNA
But you did
And that was okay
‘cause I loved you unconditionally
And I reached out my hand for you to hold onto
And I believed you were more than the savages you came from
Until you choked me
I gave you my heart
I believed you when you said
You did too
And I believed you when you said
I was the love of your life
I believed you when you said
You wanted to make me your wife
Until you almost killed me
I believed you when you said
You didn’t mean to do it
When you said it was a “blackout”
I wasn’t sure just what I believed
‘cause all I remember was shutting down
Praying this wasn’t really happening
I wanted so desperately for you to get well
All the while your drug addiction, violent outbursts and alcohol dependence took center stage
And made my world a livin’ hell
And I slipped further into the abyss
I lashed out
To a world I escaped to when I was a kid
Alone with my pets
Getting lost in the pages of a book
As the tears froze
As my soul withered
And as my spirit started to perish
I stood by you when the vultures known as your DNA
Circled and swooped in
They didn’t like the way I responded to you putting your hands on me
They didn’t like how I called the cops and had you arrested
You didn’t like it either
You blamed me for your outbursts
You said I was the reason for it
The little girl inside was too shattered to cry
‘cause the man she loved was strangling the little boy she loved inside
The damaged little boy…you
I loved you unconditionally
Despite the fact I didn’t understand the world you came from
A mother, a father sticking needles in their arms
A sister not worthy enough to raise her kids
A little sister taking her clothes off for dollars
And a man so broken
He let the best thing to ever enter his life go
‘cause there was a sick, twisted comfort in the familiar
And he answered the call of the savages who share the same DNA
Copyright © 2016 by Diane Morasco
Today I am in a New Jersey State of Mind, as I click away on the smooth gold keys on my HP Pavilion Gold Luxe.
I’m listening to Naughty by Nature’s O.P.P. and Hip Hop Hooray as I gear up to finish Even Tough Women Crack Like Eggs Sometimes.
Shout out to Secaucus, East Orange, JC, Tony, Vin, Keir, and Dana! Better known as Jersey City, Treach, Vinnie, DJ Kay Gee, and Queen Latifah!
Happy Sunday, cookie cakes! Now, shake your peaches! xoxoxo