Forgotten, by Cat Patrick

This last weekend my husband and I took a semi-romantic-semi-business trip to Eureka Springs, Arkansas. For us it is around a four and a half hour drive or so. Anticipating the lovely suite up for grabs via a sales point contest, and my hubby frankly, being the top salesman at his company, I took the book Forgotten by Cat Patrick, her debut novel, with me for either the drive or the hours I’d spend in the jacuzzi tub located in said suite while the husband played golf half the day.

I read the book on the drive home, and fell in love with Luke, the boy the lead character London Lane is faced with most of the story. I suck at actual book reviews, but I will say this, it kept me turning pages so fast I was home in about an hour mentally. It has a semi-resolving ending. It’s one of those that you really like you get certain factors, but linger on wanting more. I did question some small items that are those questions you’re not supposed to ask, so I won’t- they aren’t story-killers. Outside of that it was a read that I wish had a follow up, but her website says she likes where it ends.

I heart Luke. I adore London and her story. I wish when I was in my ‘mom haze’ I had thought of something this intriguing to write. I completely remember not remembering half my day.

Congrats Cat on a great book, I hope to read Revived soon as I am currently 16th in position. I may be purchasing it before it shows up at the local branch.

With that said here’s the info for the book from Cat’s site.

Past. Present. Future. Which matters most?

Each night when 16 year-old London Lane goes to sleep, her memory of that day is erased. In the morning, all London can “remember” are events from her future and the people who will play a part in it. In order to get by, London relies on reminder notes and a trusted friend to navigate relationships and high school life. Adaptable by nature, she tries to view her memory loss as a fact of life rather than a condition. But when London starts experiencing disturbing flashbacks, or flashforwards, as the case may be, she realizes that in order to understand her present and her future, she must solve the mystery of her past.


Book Update.

Here’s where I’m at on the series. Book 1 I finished revising recently to the point I’ve decided to submit it to agents. Cross your fingers for me.

Book 2, I also revised recently, but it still has some minimal work needed. Though, I’ve managed to create a summary for each chapter in each book in the latest revisions. This has led me to realize this story is pretty big and a long way off from being finished.

Book 3 I have recently drafted up it’s plot line. For my betas, I’m just going to apologize in advance. I have major plans in store for this one, and frankly the characters are screaming for their own attention and I’m not sure I’ll be writing this one out in order. I might be writing it bit by bit in order to accomplish what I’d like. I might even start at the end and work backwards as the ending has been in my head for so long it’s begging to be written. So you’ll be waiting awhile.

As I wrote out book 3 I came across enough info that I’m not sure how I’m going to handle it. I may end up revising a lot of it out, it may never get written, or it may end up in an additional book in the series.

Everything Falls Into Place

I just had a piece of book three completely write itself out. Amazing too, cause it pulled together so much of the story. So much, that I am now working on different pieces at once as I can’t avoid it. This is almost insanity at it’s best.

Don’t forget 100 Monkey’s on The Baub Show tonight.

BFF’s Headlong Into a Dream.

I am double posting tonight, because I had a significant break from my normal life. I was in Dallas with someone who is one of my dearest besties, and also in many ways one of my long lost soul sisters. She’s incredible, and tolerant of me where I might say other wouldn’t be. The most intriguing part to this is while she is the main element, she is married to a very interesting man whom I believe is also the kind of husband to be deemed a trusting friend- on top of being my BFF’s hubby.

See, unlike even my own husband, at least in current status (we have a prearranged agreement about to blow up in his face,) he supports his wife and even her friends. And to that I simply have to say he’s the first male who has read as far into my rough manuscript as he has and kept reading, admitting he’s involved. I love this, because my story has a depth from my opinion that could be taken in by both sexes equally. Admittedly limited on the masculine side as it’s a love story, but he’s still reading.

So, I at that moment realized that some of your biggest ‘fans’ initially come from your first supporters. Friends, family, so on. Between the two of them, they are my fan base currently. After spending a weekend with them allowing me to occupy too much time with too many questions about my story I’ve come to think maybe I’m further into my process than I thought. Now is the time to expand.

Now I have a plan, I no longer feel like I’m drifting on waters that can’t decide whether to ebb or flow. There’s a current, and it’s headlong in the best possible direction. I will definitely be in print before the end of the year. One way or another, come hell or high water.

The weekend was awesome and rejuvenating. My over zapped energy replenished from a well of balance that they obviously provided, simultaneously. This should be fun, and lots of it.

For a wonderful pair- here’s a glimpse at something that I think will be directly resourced for my fans who will stick through the series, the fans guide.


The Series Guide

Bad Flight Gone Right.

I flew back from Dallas tonight. Not only was my flight delayed the minute I woke up this morning, but I landed in snow falling, and some mid-flight hell broke loose.  A calm flight suddenly and utterly briefly turbulent resulted in two very shocking things happening at once.

I had my notebook out, which will eventually be the guide to the series I’m writing. Every page is virtually full. With that in mind I had a few items that needed to be jotted down. I found one of the very few clean unused pages, began what I needed to- got two lines done, and boom plane drops, jumps, stutters, then slows. Coffee from my neighbor flies and soaks her and her friend.  I think oh (insert expletive deletive here)!

Now I’ve flown enough to realize I’ve been through way worse. It was very quick, and over by the *ding* of the seat belt sign going back on. No problem, but being so quick and obnoxious there’s that split second where you internal have to decide- should I be panicking? With a few screaming college kids you half wonder.

Still feeling a little stunned I looked down realizing I’d been directly handed a distraction, and I’d been subtly initiated. I had been inked! My pen out of nowhere started flowing, a few drops hit the page and my fingers were sticky with blackness. There was nothing wrong with my pen. It just helped me quickly forget I felt like I was falling out of the sky, and  was then suddenly very aware that I am definitely now a writer- a dirty, difficult, challenging, and emotional job. I have no doubt this story is going to be told.

I quickly snapped pictures, because, well, it felt a bit like a memory to be kept for some odd reason. It’s significant to me somehow I can’t fully wrap my mind around. It’s almost like a message being sent. I saved the napkin I used to clean the mess, and in a very egotistical and goofy manner thought how funny would it be if I succeed, to sign that napkin and send it to a fan of the book when it’s complete. Let’s face it, it’s very silly right? But no matter how hard I told myself it’s a piece of inked up napkin, I couldn’t trash it. It could be  a totem for a job well done, and a gracious thank you to the other half of the circle that is always involved in the entertainment world. 50/50 all the way between entertainer and fan.

So, I decided to add a few pics of this somehow eye-opening moment of accepting a writer- bad punctuation and grammar aside- is what I am.

Initiation remembered

Bad Flight gone right.


Bad Flight gone right.


Bad Flight gone right.

Shot of the napkin and ink-blackened fingers.

Initiated into writerhood

A note about the book…er… story.

As most of you probably know I went back to work last September for my winter job. Well, thats over now, and I’ve taken a couple weeks of personal time to sleep, clean, mess up the house again, attempt to clean again, sleep more, and paint a family room a lovely retro avacado color that makes me feel as though I’m living in a mexican restaurant. And that is just pure heaven, and I’ve craved tortilla everything and margaritas since… wonder how that happened? Continue reading