Writing this post is painful. I have given you fabulous readers nothing but bad news lately, and I’m about to hand over some more…

Two weeks ago, I was being a responsible adult (true story) and making important phone calls. After I finalized my last one, I hit END CALL like any other person would. But here’s where things went south…

As I was hitting END CALL, my phone somersaulted (seriously, I’ve no clue how this happened) out of my hand and fell to the ground.

The scene was out of a horror movie. Everything in slow motion. I could feel my S6 slipping from my grasp, but by the time the fact I’d lost hold registered in my overwhelmed brain, I was watching as it careened to the floor, hitting the ground with a solid thwack. Face-down.

It’s not like I was doing too many things at once… holding my phone, ending the call, trying to write an important date on the calendar, juggling a notepad, pen, and mail, and semi-hollering at my cat for intertwining himself around my ankles or anything…

No, I was adulting. Bad stuff isn’t supposed to happen when we adult!

For a millisecond, I held out hope.

I may have groaned a little. I vaguely remember spewing a few profanities (I did. I curse like a sailor) and gasping for air. How many times had I dropped the phone on its face, side, corner, or back, thinking for sure it was the end? Like a dozen plus twenty-two.

You can guess the outcome here. No Schrödinger’s cat with this story.

That f#cker was dead.

After panicking, I took it to my phone people and I kid you not, this is what happened.

Phone guy looked at my phone, hit buttons, asked me what happened (“It just stopped working”, I said innocently), and then held my ENTIRE LIFE IN A LITTLE BOX up to his co-worker and asked, “Do you know any tricks to get a phone back on after it has the Screen of Death?”

Second phone guy shook with head and with a grim expression said, “Nah, Dude. It’s a goner.”

My heart stopped. THE SCREEN OF DEATH.

Now here’s the bad news…

For the last twenty months, writing has been extremely difficult. If you read my short post about the events in my life, you’ll understand why. In short, writing anything on my laptop seemed too daunting a task. So, what did I do?

You guessed it. I wrote short snippets, entire paragraphs that turned into almost chapters on a notes program on my phone. I jotted down thoughts, story ideas, character conversations, you NAME IT and it was on my phone. No biggie, right?

Except it was a HUGE deal.

At some point shortly after I got my wonderful and hardy new phone, it became un-synced. In short, I stupidly didn’t have it auto-backed-up.

Yes. I f#cking lost everything.

And when I say everything, I mean, a good first quarter to a book that I’ve been semi-working on, parts of In the Shadow of Demons, plot ideas, character development for both the Guardian Series and the Playhouse Series. Pictures of my life and other pieces of much needed info was lost that day.

Everything.

And, there it is. The bad news. I’d love to be able to give you something like, “but don’t worry, the book is almost done!”, but I can’t, and for that I’m sorry.

While those words may be gone to the ether’s, the ideas are still there. It’s just going to take me a bit to get it all back, and I hope beyond all hope that you’ll stick with me while I do.

Happy Reading and Best Wishes!

Fanny Lee

It finally happened. The Facebook Identity Police found me and shut my profile down. Yep, I was disabled for a “fake name” account. At least I think this is what happened. I’m taking a wild guess, though I have a feeling I’m not too far from the truth.

It’s a bit baffling considering I’ve never had Facebook contact me for any rules violations. I’ve never been banned from “liking”, banned from posting, banned from anything…

Except, now I’m banned from posting anything for my readers and fellow indie authors to see.

How have I avoided the Facebook ban? Not sure, I’m not that active, which I’m guessing plays a part. 

Over the last few years, I’ve watched several indie authors get shut down over the years thanks to Facebooks fake name policy. The fact many people have accounts where they are not using their real names is a mute point. When Facebook finds you and wants proof of your name, there is nothing you can do but provide them with “evidence” you are who you write in that little box upon sign-up.

So, despite attempts to reinstate my profile, I’m still disabled and doing my best to fork over some proof that I am in fact, Ms. Savage.

Until then, my page will be inactive being my only access to post is via my author account. 

Hopefully, I’ll be back up soon.

Susan Renee wants to live in a world where paint doesn’t smell, Hogwarts is open twenty-four/seven, and everything is covered in glitter. An indie romance author, Susan has written about everything from lawn mowers to thick colossal bottles of wine, and has won a Snuggle Buddy award for her nonfiction book, “The Hula Hoop Tester’s Guide to Jumping.” She lives in Ohio with her family and seven tiny donkeys. She’s a Pet Whispering major from OMGU with a Masters in medical care for inanimate objects (a la Doc. McStuffins). Susan enjoys crab-walking through the Swiss Alps, drinking Muscle Milk, and doing the Care Bear stare with her closest friends.

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Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?

SOLVING US is a story that I created in order to write out the raw feelings I had toward my life at the time. My idea for SEVEN literally came from a conversation I had with my husband in bed one night. HOLE-PUNCHED came about because of what my husband does for a living 🙂 I promise it’s going to be good!

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Maegan Provan is the New Adult/ Urban Fantasy author of The Night Touched Chronicles and the mini series Becoming Night Touched.

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When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

 I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I grew up looking up to my granny, who was a published author herself. She always encouraged my writing, and that was a big deal for me. I wanted to be like Granny. It kinda stuck.

What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?

That the majority of the community is so supportive and so helpful. This is a dog eat dog business, but I have met so many amazingly wonderful people. Granted, there are still some bad eggs out there, that’s unavoidable. But yeah, this community has been the most surprising thing to me.

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Could you tell us a bit about your most recent book and why it is a must-read?

My most recent release is Becoming Night Touched: The Collection, which is a collection of short stories about the main characters in the moments before their lives either ended or changed.