Mama Always ~ L.A. Brown, Author

Think again. Can't stand the stuff, way too much sugar or fake sugar for me. Now, for the heart of the matter. I posted a photo about who I am, Christian-wise. It accurately depicts what a Christian is. This is the gist of it: I am not perfect. I never claimed to be perfect and salvation through Christ is a comfort to me. What do I mean? I mean that even when I screw up, when my mouth has engaged light years before my brain is even awake (read: not enough coffee or too much coffee)...when my thoughts are not as clean as they could be or my actions speak louder than my Bible verses, then Christ has me covered. Am I supposed to go "oh, well!" and skip along my merry way? Psh! No. I am to do the proper thing and make whatever I goofed up right. Am I a mess? A dear friend of mine once called me a "hot mess," so, yeah, maybe I am. Do I go to church every time the doors are open? No, I don't. Sometimes its because I can't get out of bed, thank you fib...

There are few things on Earth more satisfying than being a parent, or a grandparent, except being a wife. I am beyond blessed with my two children, my "adopted" girl, my son-in-law and my grandchildren and my wonderful husband. My parents, brother and sister-in-law and Mother-in-Law top that list as well...family and friends...well, you get my point. But that isn't the reason I'm blogging today. I find myself facing my inner Eeyore today. I look at the headlines, the ones about the guillotines and believe with all my heart that should be the standard for the death penalty. Quick and precise, no surprise when the person opens their eyes and talks to you. I would faint if someone did that after being beheaded. I look at our economy here in the US. What once was the  Country to go to have prosperity is now bounced down on the food chain. We could sit here all day and blame the Presidents through the years, but bottom line is the American People let it happen. We'...

Okay, well to be honest, it's afternoon here. But hey! It's morning somewhere! LOL All kidding aside, here's the scoop. The Father's Footsteps and Diary of a Crazy Cat Lady are out and doing not bad, but not awesome, off-the-charts-I'm-going-to-be-on-the-bestseller-list good. In fact, if you got to ratings, Diary of a Crazy Cat Lady is ranked at roughly 1.5 million and The Father's Footsteps is the caboose coming in at 3.9 million. That's the bottom of the sorghum barrel right there. No, that' not how many books have been sold, that's where we rank on the food chain of book sales. So, this begs the question: What do I do to generate sales? Well, I gave away 174 copies of Diary of a Crazy Cat Lady in its first freebie promotion, only a handful, less than a dozen of The Father's Footsteps on it's latest freebie. Most will say its because I'm new, my name isn't out there and that is probably a true statement, but I want to be able t...

Good morning, everyone! Well, for the last month I have been engaged in working with a delightful young woman. She has been working diligently to make a deadline and has endured my quirks and nit-pickity-ness and between the two of us (mostly her).... Well....the audio version of Diary of a Crazy Cat Lady is finished!! Let me just give you a bit of background...if you've ever seen the T-Mobile commercials and heard a woman's voice narrating, that's our girl! Her name is Erin Fossa and I am humbled that she wanted to do my book! It took a lot of editing and listening...sound adjustments, word adjustments and voices and through it all she made each and every adjustment without complaint. If it sounds like I'm gushing, well...I am! Now, if you're wondering how to get the audio version of the book, it will be on audible.com ; itunes.com ; and amazon.com . We don't have a release date yet, but I will let you all know as soon as I know! Have a fantastic we...

It's been a while since I blogged about the fibro. Today it was unavoidable. For the last week, it has been gloomy and cloudy and just...blah. Makes me wonder how on earth folks in Seattle deal with all that rain. I seriously would not know what I would do if I had to deal with that day in and day out for months. Its bad enough I'm not nice after this last week of yuck, put me in that situation and I could not be responsible for my actions. Case in point. Four days ago, I had severe anxiety attacks that kept me awake all night. The next day the fibro pain was nasty. Saturday, I had a video hangout scheduled for questions and answers for Diary of a Crazy Cat Lady and it was a bust. I was pretty bummed. Then my kitchen drain clogged. Yeah...sometimes its not worth getting out of bed. Trust me, if it didn't drive me crazy to not be doing something, I would still be under the covers hiding from the world. Last night, another wonderfully sleepless night <insert severe s...

Yes, I have started a new chapter. That is, my book Diary of a Crazy Cat Lady has. I had been playing around with the marketing for both of my books since they hit the market. Since I am self-published, of course the marketing is on me. I've put The Father's Footsteps in our local library; I did a freebie for Cat Lady on the 13th of January in honor of what would have been my Nanny's 101st birthday and gave away close to 200 books worldwide. I have ordered copies of both books and have given most of them away, sold some of them. I have promoted both books on www.BookDaily.com and www.Rankmybook.com ; had word of mouth advertising; gotten my books available online through Barnes and Noble, The Tattered Cover and just about any independent bookstore that does online transactions. Not to mention that these books are available to the buyers for these bookstores if they desire to put them on the shelves. And to the a comment that someone close to me made about me buying  my...

You know, not too long ago someone asked me how I write with the fibro. It got me to thinking...I don't know. I've been sitting at this computer, composing one thing or another for the last year or better and for the life of me, I can't figure out how the fibro fog doesn't make my writing simply unintelligible. I do know from time to time that bunny trails have actually been a benefit to my writing, but I am at a loss as to how I actually can string two words together sometimes so that they actually make sense. I know that one person finds my work inspiring, I know that because she told me so, and I am humbled and flattered. Really I am. But I am not sure that moniker is deserving. Let's face it, I have been a bit of a scatter-brained individual all my life. A bit absent-minded, too. As I age, the absent mindedness gets the best of me and I stop in mid sentence and apparently get quite the vacant stare on my face. It bugs me, especially with the dementia and Alz...