Monday, June 27, 2011

An excerpt from Analogy of My Heart Volume 1

My Retrospect

I smiled when you told me you loved me,
I cried when you said there was no way,
I was content when you held me,
I was demanding when you said you couldn’t stay.

I sighed when you spoke of forever,
I laughed when you tried to be serious,
I was sad when you said “Goodbye forever”,
I was alone when my tears came delirious.

I spoke softly when you came back to me,
I broke my will that said not to let you stay,
I was broken hearted when I realized you couldn’t be,
I was alone when my dream went away.

My life moves on as the sands fall through the glass,
And my most joyous times you were not there.
Yet I still remember those nights that should have lasted,
Those are the days that I hold dear.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

The Abandoned Letter

La fin.  El Final.  The end. 

I stand on the steps of the monument and just stare up at the black night, my breath a red fog in the frigid air.  What is an end but simply another beginning? I know by releasing her from my heart, I will be free and able to live with a clear conscious.  I close my eyes and envision stars above the smog that has canopied the city.  I can almost see them, clear and shining.  I wish I could go there, far away, and watch the human ants scurry about their busy days.  But that is not my fate, not tonight.  I grip the letter in my hand.  The envelope yellowed, from all the days that I fingered it, and held it; willing myself to open it just to be sure those were the words I wrote that cool afternoon.  I wondered if she would still remember that day.  My mother and I had that huge fight, and both said things we didn’t mean.  Dishes broke, doors slammed, and footsteps creaked up the stairs.  I cried in the kitchen; I cried while wrote her this letter.  I sealed and stuffed it in a drawer to hide it from her.  It’s fitting that today is New Year’s Eve, the epitome of all the clichés of starting over.  I don’t think I could do this if it wasn’t a resolution though.  So I place the letter on the monument and turn to walk back to my car, providing myself the finality I need.

I’d spent days crying, I couldn’t believe that she’d left.  She never left me alone for this long.  I felt lost, empty; I was abandoned, regardless of the reason.  Then, like it was any other day, she silently appeared in the great room and smiled at me.  It wasn’t a memory or my imagination; she was there.
               “What are we going to fix for dinner?” she asked like she hadn’t been gone for months.
               “I already ate,” I stammered as my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach.  My mom sat down on the couch beside me and didn’t say anything at all.  We sat like that for hours.  I watched the sun cast shadows from one side of the wall to the other.  Then finally I felt her arms around me, cold.  My body reacted with shivers, goosebumps and all the tiny hairs standing on ends.  Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t return the embrace.
               “I’m sorry,” she said as she tried to hold me close to her, much like she did when I was a child.  After that, things seemed to return to a new normal.  We spoke in passing, not about anything too deep.  I’d mumble under my breath, but she always seemed to hear me answering with a distant voice from another room.  I wondered if she were reading my mind; answering me before I spoke.  She came back different with anger that became unbearable.  I felt as if I was a child again, and making all the mistakes I did as a little girl, hiding my dirty hands under my skirt; so she wouldn’t make me go wash them before dinner.  That was when I decided to try to talk to her about letting me go; I’d told her goodbye once already.  Then we had our fight, and she did the worse thing she could ever do to me, she ignored me.

I thought the worse day of my life was when I rushed her to the hospital.  She had been in bed for days coughing and wheezing as I gave her medicine much like she were the child and I was the mother.  The doctor told me that if the symptoms worsened to go to the emergency room.  They worsened and I rushed her to the hospital.  She winced in agonizing pain every time she coughed terrifying me.  They took her right in giving us a room immediately.  Pneumonia, not just pneumonia, but double pneumonia; and the infection had spread to the blood.  Within hours she was on a ventilator.   Suddenly, the days slowed down, with minutes ticking to a crawl, giving us a brief reprieve from the inevitable.  I shared my fears, hopes and wishes in those final hours.  She never woke up; and I buried her in the cemetery on the wooded hill we rode by so many times during our life together. 

I feel a stirring as I now stand outside my car.  It’s like she knows that I have to move on, just as she will, too.  I don’t know if heaven is as beautiful as they say; once she lets go of me she will be able to finally rest.  I hope that one day I will get to see her again and I’ll tell her of my adventures, and she will tell me of hers.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Amazon Now Selling More Kindle Books than Print Books

Amazon began selling hardcover and paperback books in July 1995. Twelve years later in November 2007, Amazon introduced the revolutionary Kindle and began selling Kindle books. By July 2010, Kindle book sales had surpassed hardcover book sales, and six months later, Kindle books overtook paperback books to become the most popular format on Today, less than four years after introducing Kindle books, customers are now purchasing more Kindle books than all print books - hardcover and paperback - combined.

"Customers are now choosing Kindle books more often than print books. We had high hopes that this would happen eventually, but we never imagined it would happen this quickly - we've been selling print books for 15 years and Kindle books for less than four years," said Jeff Bezos, Founder and CEO, Since April 1, for every 100 print books has sold, it has sold 105 Kindle books. This includes sales of hardcover and paperback books by Amazon where there is no Kindle edition. Free Kindle books are excluded and if included would make the number even higher.

*from KDP Newsletter


Confident, they think I’m confident.
Have I got news for them!
I changed my dress 5 times and still don’t like it;
I fuss over my hair and try to hide it.
I hold my head high so I won’t get lost,
And tell others to be strong inspite--
“Learn from my mistakes”

If I could do that I’d be rich.
Confidence is a state of mind.
If you think I’m confident tell me when
So I can continue to act like that.
I can learn from your mistakes
And lead the way to confidence.
Confident. they think I’m confident.

Friday, June 17, 2011

The Ocean Blog Tour

Thank you to everyone who participated in the blog tour this week, Emma for organizing it and reviewing The Ocean; Kayleigh for interviewing me and reviewing my novel; and Phanee and Lesley for providing parts of an excerpt.  This was my first blog tour and it was a great success.  It was a pleasure working with you wonderful ladies.  If you missed any of the stops the blogs are listed below, follow them and comment on the posts to show your support.

 Kay @ K-Books: (Interview) 
 Phanee @ Funny Wool: (Book Excerpt)
 Emma @ BelleBooks: (Review)
 Lesley @ My Keeper Shelf (Book Excerpt)

We are running a scavenger hunt for the tour.  the first three people who leave a comment with the code phrase will win an e-book of The Ocean.  the final part of the code is the following:

                                "helping me."

Good Luck :)

I will be promoting a couple new projects over the next few months.

Analogy of My Heart Volume 1 was released Tuesday for only .99.  It is a mixture of poetry that I have written over the years, and I hope those who read it enjoy it.

Generations, my debut paranormal series will be release this coming October.  I will be sharing more information about it in the coming months.

Thank you for being a part of my journey.

Love,  Mia

Sunday, June 12, 2011

My First Blog Tour

I'd like to thank Emma  for organizing my blog tour that begins Monday the 13th.  We will be running a contest along with each article posted.  The schedule is as follows:

13th - Kay @ K-Books: 
14th - Phanee @ Funny Wool:
15th - Emma @ BelleBooks: 
16th - Lesley @ My Keeper Shelf
17th - End the tour with Mia @

Each blogger will provide part of a code phrase.  Friday I will provide the final part to the code.  The first three people to post on my blog the correct code phrase will win.

Please be sure to follow each blog and comment too. 

Monday, June 6, 2011

All The King's Horses and All The King's Men

I thought this was the perfect place to sit. 
To my east i saw the city and all the bustle.
Cars and trains moving on their way,
People going about their busy day.

To my West I saw the sun set.
Over the forest's tall green trees.
As the birds chirped and the squirrels squeaked,
I leaned in closer to take a closer peak.

I didn't realize i'd climbed so high.
I didn't even consider why i shouldn't have
but i did, and as i leaned closer to take a peak,
i lost my balance and gripping on the wall so sleak.

Down ward tumbling, falling fast
My life escaping me flashing past.
I saw my loves, waving goodbye
A mistake i'd made so easily, why? 

A thousand pieces, broken, there i lay.
Eye witnesses gathered, but stood too far away.
Mobile phones calling 9-1-1
To tell the king's court what i had done.

So all the King's Horses, and all the King's men
couldn't put broken me, together again.