BOOK TOUR GUEST POST & GIVEAWAY: Dead Dreams by Emma Right

Dead Dreams

by Emma Right

Dead Dreams Series, Book One

Book Description

Eighteen-year-old Brie O’Mara has so much going for her: a loving family in the sidelines, an heiress for a roommate, and dreams that might just come true. Big dreams–of going to acting school, finishing college and making a name for herself. She is about to be the envy of everyone she knew. What more could she hope for? Except her dreams are about to lead her down the road to nightmares. Nightmares that could turn into a deadly reality.

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On Being a Mom and a Writer

by Emma Right

“How do you find time to write with such a busy schedule and homeschooling?” or “How do you find time to write?” These are the two most common questions people have asked me time and again. And I always say, “you want the short answer, the true answer, or the practical one?”


So here goes:
Any which way i can make the time is the short, simple answer.

The more truthful answer would probably be: I pray for strength and motivation everyday, many times during the day, sometimes it feels every second of the day! Often I’ve thought if I were God (and I’m glad I’m not!) I’d say, “Not her again!”

For the in depth and more practical answer I’d say this:

As a busy mom I feel it’s important to carve out a small piece in my life for personal growth. To me being organized is the key. When life is a chaos it’s hard to be organized, but it is possible and in fact needful to arrange our lives, as busy moms, into manageable sizes to stay sane–at least for me it has been that way. I’m not saying it’s easy–my husband travels about 60% of the time, and it can be emotionally draining dealing with whiny kids–but if we can lay railroad tracks for our daily lives it’d be easier to function.

On a week to week basis I have my tracks laid down-I know which kid is doing what, when and what meals to be served throughout the entire week–this would cut down on unnecessary time making extra trips to the grocery store. I do most of my shopping on the internet–like books, supplies, clothes, and make-up, to save on time–and it’s less expensive too, with free shipping.

Also, on my site, I have some blogs on using free things to give the kids a great education (and I hope to input more of such things) but still give us, moms, some time to gather ourselves before we fall apart at the seams. One example is using Netflix movies to help in the homeschooling–make movie nights a meaningful and educational experience. And a mom can take a break as the kids watch something that would benefit them.

I’d advice young moms to audit their time–find out when or which time block they spend their time on doing meaningless tasks–it’s like budgeting with time as your currency.

Another advice I have, and this may seem unrelated, is to stay away from negative people as much as possible. There is something draining about being around negativity and this mental torture will translate to stress, illnesses (which will make us even busier and serves no purpose) and there is something about negative words that even suck out whatever little time and energy we have.

But having said that, about the homeschooling, it’s good to have a schedule but if things fall apart and some kid really didn’t finish up whatever task was given, I’d learned through almost 17 years of homeschooling that the best thing is to just move on and not fret. There will always be another day, and in every stormy cloud there truly is a silver lining.

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Chapter One
It started on a warm April afternoon. Gusts of wind blew against the oak tree right outside my kitchen balcony, in my tiny apartment in Atherton, California. Sometimes the branches that touched the side of the building made scraping noises. The yellow huckleberry flowers twining their way across my apartment balcony infused the air with sweetness.
My mother had insisted, as was her tendency on most things, I take the pot of wild huckleberry, her housewarming gift, to my new two-bedroom apartment. It wasn’t really new, just new to me, as was the entire experience of living separately, away from my family, and the prospect of having a roommate, someone who could be a best friend, something I’d dreamed of since I finished high school and debuted into adulthood.
“Wait for me by the curb,” my mother said, her voice blaring from the phone even though I didn’t set her on speaker. “You need to eat better.” Her usual punctuation at the end of her orders.
So, I skipped down three flights of steps and headed toward the side of the apartment building to await my mother’s gift of the evening, salad in an á la chicken style, her insistent recipe to cure me of bad eating habits. At least it wasn’t chicken soup double-boiled till the bones melted, I consoled myself.
I hadn’t waited long when a vehicle careened round the corner. I heard it first, that high-pitched screech of brakes wearing thin when the driver rammed his foot against it. From the corner of my eye, even before I turned to face it, I saw the blue truck. It rounded the bend where Emerson Street met Ravenswood, tottered before it righted itself and headed straight at me.
I took three steps back, fell and scrambled to get back up as the vehicle like a giant bullet struck the sidewalk I had only seconds ago stood on. The driver must have lost control, but when he hit the sidewalk it slowed the vehicle enough so he could bridle his speed and manage the truck as he continued to careen down the street.
My mother arrived a half minute later but she had seen it all. Like superwoman, she leaped out of her twenty-year-old Mercedes and rushed toward me, all breathless and blonde hair disheveled.
“Are you all right?” She reached out to help me up.
“Yes, yes,” I said, brushing the dirt off my yoga pants.
“Crazy driver. Brie, I just don’t know about this business of you staying alone here like this.” She walked back to her white Mercedes, leaned in the open window, and brought out a casserole dish piled high with something green. Make that several shades of green.
I followed her, admittedly winded.“Seriously, Mom. It’s just one of those things. Mad drivers could happen anywhere I live.”
She gave me no end of grief as to what a bad idea it was for me to live alone like this even though she knew I was going to get a roommate.
“Mom, stop worrying,” I said.
“You’re asking me to stop being your mother, I hope you realize this.”
“I’ll find someone dependable by the end of the week, I promise.” No way I was going back to live at home. Not that I came from a bad home environment. But I had my reasons.
I had advertised on Craig’s List, despite my mother’s protests that only scum would answer “those kinds of ads.”
Perhaps there was some truth to Mother’s biases, but I wouldn’t exactly call Sarah McIntyre scum. If she was, what would that make me?
Sarah’s father had inherited the family “coal” money. Their ancestors had emigrated from Scotland (where else, with a name like McIntyre, right?) in the early 1800s and bought an entire mountain (I kid you not) in West Virginia. It was a one-hit wonder in that the mountain hid a coal fortune under it, and hence the McIntyre Coal Rights Company was born. This was the McIntyre claim to wealth, and also a source of remorse and guilt for Sarah, for supposedly dozens of miners working for them had lost their lives due to the business, most to lung cancer or black lung, as it was commonly called. Hazards of the occupation.

 

About the Author

Emma Right is a happy wife and homeschool mother of five living in the Pacific West Coast. Besides running a busy home, and looking after too many pets, she also enjoys reading aloud to her children and often has her nose in a book. Right was a copywriter for a major advertising agency during her B.C. years. B.C.meaning “Before Children,” which may as well have been in the B.C.era, as she always says.

www.emmaright.com | twitter.com/emmbeliever

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A SAHM who loves her life :)

Posted on November 5, 2013, in book tour, books, free, Giveaway, guest post, reading. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

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