10 Tuesday Tips to Survive a Disaster by Gale Laure

We have with us today a wonderful guest blogger, but first I’d like to announce the winners of last week’s contests!

The winner of the Michele Hauf Giveaway is Teonda Tollison. The winner of the Mix It Up! Friday Contest is Linda Henderson! Please e-mail your postal addresses to me at cpsromance @ att dot net so that we can get your prizes to you!

EvolutionAs I mentioned, we are lucky to have with us Gale Laure, the international selling author of Evolution of a Sad Woman, a mystery, suspense, thriller and romance novel. Gale is a native Texan who resides in a small suburban town in the Houston area with her husband and family. Gail’s hobbies include genealogical research, movies, creating stories for the children around her, involvement in her church and people watching. She is busy at work editing her second novel, The Bunkhouse, and writing the sequel to Evolution of a Sad Woman. It is entitled Alana – Evolution of a Woman. As mysterious as her book, Gail writes under a pseudonym. Adamant about maintaining her privacy and the privacy of her family, she keeps her identity a mystery! For more information about Gale Laure or her novel, Evolution of a Sad Woman, please visit www.galelaure.com or her blog www.evolutionofasadwoman or do an Internet search.

Without further ado, here are Gail’s 10 Tuesday Tips to Survive a Disaster!

My novel, EVOLUTION OF A SAD WOMAN, had been published. I was elated about the progress of my novel. I had been through multiple medical disasters with my family including my husband’s battle with cancer. My husband had also been in three car accidents. From October of 2007 until September of 2008, life had been a roller-coaster ride. There were downs, but there were also ups. My book was my special light every day. Little did I know the biggest down of all was just on the horizon.

On September 13th, 2008, Hurricane Ike happened in our area. That night turned out to be the longest night of my life. My home was destroyed when a huge pine tree was dumped on top of my home. Water poured inside. The wind blew cabinets open. The huge trunk lay across my bed crushing it. If we had been in the bed, I would not be writing this to you today. The huge branches poked through the roof and through the ceilings in my home. We had to evacuate during the storm because the whole roof was literally coming down upon our heads. We waited for the eye and left crossing downed power lines. We were lucky. My husband knew electricity and knew when it was safe to cross. We went to a neighbor’s home nearby. We left with the clothes on our backs.

Several months later, my best friend’s home burned down when a faulty Christmas tree light ignited a fire. She was going through the same thing I was. I helped her all that I could. I was the only one who could understand. Two disasters had the same results.

These are the things that I learned about surviving a disaster.

Know that this to will pass.

It will be hard. Your home and your belongings are gone. If you are lucky, you will be staying in a furnished apartment that your insurance company has provided. You really learn what is necessary in life and what is not. Keep in mind it will get better. Some days you will feel that this will go on forever. It will not. It will pass, and life will go on. Say this to yourself daily.

Make lists, take notes and concentrate.

You must keep your mind busy. You must concentrate on the here and now. Keep lists of all the things you need to do each day. If you do not, you will forget. Your mind is under tremendous stress. Notes for every telephone call you make should be kept. Write down whom you spoke to, the phone number, the date, the time and the message. I used a large yellow notepad for this.

What you are feeling is natural.

I felt fear, stress, emotion and even physical pain after my home was destroyed. I had nights of sleeplessness and days of fatigue. You must know this is natural. Excessive crying can happen. Or you may be unable to cry hoping and praying that you could get the release. You may feel very angry and guilty for being angry. After all you escaped with your life. Anger occurs when you think over and over why this happened to you. All of this is normal. You must know that it is normal.

Do not neglect your health.

The night of the storm when we escaped, I only got out with a pair of flip-flop shoes. I was forced to wade through water. This water was full of bacteria. My toenails turned black. Next my toes started to discolor. I was so busy I did not have time to go to my doctor. When I finally did, she said I had a bad infection. I was given several medications. It took over a year for my nails to grow out and return to normal. I could have lost my toes. Take some time. Get checked out by your physician. If you do not, this could lead to more problems.

Be prepared.

I learned a lot about preparedness for any disaster. My second novel, THE BUNKHOUSE, was stored in my computer. My computer was destroyed by water and debris. I had backed up my book on a flash drive which was in the back of my desk drawer. So now I am able to edit my novel and not spend time rewriting it. I now make two flash drive backups of all my work. We are scanning all our important papers to a flash drive and storing it at a trusted person’s home. However, during a hurricane when the power is out, you will also need hardcopy of your papers. I made copies of all our important papers such as our insurance policies, deed, drivers license, with all the phone numbers to these places and sealed it in a plastic bag.

Some friends of ours put everything in their attic in large metal trashcans. I was not sure if this would protect from fire so I called the fire chief. He said they might offer some protection but that important papers need to be in a fire-safe container.

Know you are never fully prepared.

Do not drive yourself crazy. Know that you are never one hundred percent protected. Do not let the fear fill your entire life. Do what you can and let it go!

Keep some money in the bank.

Always keep some money in the bank and a little cash on hand. I know this is hard in this economy. We had a little cushion of money and it was definitely used. You have to have money to buy soap, shampoo, toothbrushes, toothpaste, clothes to wear . . . and the list goes on and on. The insurance company will reimburse you. But it will take time. You will need the money now. Remember. Your bills keep accruing. The house note and utility bills you will still owe. Now you have the utilities and deposit on the apartment to add to your monthly responsibilities. Life does go on.

Keep your closed purse with you at night.

I now sleep with my purse beside my bed every night. If I ever have to evacuate in the night again, I will have it ready to go. Inside are my cell phone and my keys. You do not have time to search for these things when you are running for your life. Oh, and keep your purse closed. You do not want rain getting inside your purse.

Keep a pair of good shoes by your bed.

I love flip-flops. However, I learned a valuable lesson. I now keep a pair of sneakers next to my bed. If I have to run in the middle of the night, I am ready.

Keep that cell phone charged and know where the charger is located.

The only form of communication we had after hurricane Ike was our cell phone. Thank goodness I had a charger in my car. We had to go and buy a charger for my husband’s phone. We used only our cell phones for eight solid months. You have to be able to talk with your insurance company, your contractor, apartment locators, family, and the bank. We went right away and raised our minutes on our cell phone service. We needed every minute.

Oh, there is something I forgot in the Tuesday Tips.

Time. You need a lot of it. Your regular life goes on. I was still promoting my book, editing and writing. My husband was still working full-time. We were both working with the insurance company, the contractor, photographing ruined items for the insurance company and documenting. You have to document everything! They need to know where you bought it, how much you paid for it, when you bought it, the color, the size, what brand it is . . . and it goes on and on.

Well I can report I am finally in my house. It is fresh, new and wonderful. I still do not have all my furniture, clothes or belongings replaced. But life is proceeding. I am back to promoting my novel.

I am home.

Thoughtful Thursday – The Signs are all around us . . .

The signs are all around us.

Only 75 days until the end . . .
Hurry before it’s too late . . .
Act now, before it’s over . . .

Okay! I get it! It’s hard enough dealing with the end of summer without everyone beating me over the head with information about sales and all the back-to-school supplies that I’ll need to buy.

Summer is probably one of my favorite seasons. Fall is next followed by Spring. Unfortunately, if you live in the Northeast you know that we’ve barely had a summer this year.

June was a washout and July wasn’t much better. August has been sweltering and so my one hope is that we’ll be lucky and have an Indian summer.

Is that PC anymore? Indian summer? According to Wikipedia, “Indian summer is a name given to a period of sunny, warm weather in autumn, not long before winter. Usually occurring after the first frost, Indian summer can be in September, October, or November in the northern hemisphere, and March, April, or early May in the Southern hemisphere.”

As for whether it’s PC or not, according to Wikipedia, the name might mean “false summer” since settlers considered the Native Americans to be deceitful. Really? I’m therefore banning that phrase – Indian Summmer – from my vocabulary!

But I still can wish for a late summer, with nice sunny skies and temperate weather to replace the wet dreary summer we had. Maybe then I’ll get to stick my toes in the sand a little longer and take some more energizing walks down the Shore before the weather gets too cold. Hang out on the balcony and write like a demon in those very creative morning hours.

How was your summer? Are you getting your kids ready for school? Dreaming about some nicer weather before winter settles in?

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P.S. – I’ll be picking the winner of yesterday’s guest blog contest over the weekend and will announce the winner on Monday. Many thanks to all of you who visited with my friend Amanda McIntyre and took the time to leave a comment!

Redux Thursday – Guest Blog by Nancy Thayer

Nancy ThayerThis Thoughtful Thursday we’re having a redux and continuing to visit with Nancy Thayer, the New York Times-bestselling author of The Hot Flash Club, The Hot Flash Club Strikes Again, Hot Flash Holidays, The Hot Flash Club Chills Out, and Moon Shell Beach. Nancy is also the author of a new June release, Summer House. She is the mother of Samantha Wilde, whose debut novel, This Little Mommy Stayed Home, comes out on June 23. Nancy lives on Nantucket. You can visit her website at www.nancythayer.com.

If you leave a comment on this blog by midnight EST Friday June 24th, you could be the lucky winner of a SINS OF THE FLESH t-shirt!

Excerpt from SUMMER HOUSE

At thirty, Charlotte Wheelwright remains the dreamer she’s always been. But when she begins an organic garden on a portion of her grandmother’s land, Charlotte learns to plant her feet in solid ground and begins to build a new life.

More often than not, ninety-year-old Nona Wheelwright contentedly spends her time reminiscing about days gone by. But with her family’s annual reunion and financial meeting looming, Nona must give up her days of quiet solitude to soothe her easily riled up family.

For decades Charlotte’s mother, Helen, who married into the illustrious Wheelwright family, has been pressured to adhere to their way of life. But when, during the course of the family’s annual summer retreat, she discovers her husband’s betrayal, Helen wonders if she sacrificed her dreams for the wrong reasons.

Artfully written and set on the glorious island of Nantucket, Nancy Thayer’s Summer House is a vibrant and stirring novel about family, love, and daily choices that affect entire lives.

New York Times calls it, “a Nantucket family-reunion story…well-wrought, appealing book will come as a pleasant surprise…packed with literally down-to-earth charm, what with a central character who escapes her family of starchy bankers by lovingly tending her vegetable garden.”

Charlotte had already picked the lettuces and set them, along with the bunches of asparagus tied with twine and the mason jars of fresh-faced pansies, out on the table in a shaded spot at the end of the drive. In July, she would have to pay someone to man the farm stand, but in June not so many customers were around, and those who did come by found a table holding a wicker basket with a small whiteboard propped next to the basket. In colored chalk, the prices for the day’s offerings were listed, and a note: Everything picked fresh today. Please leave the money in the basket. Thanks and blessings from Beach Grass Garden. She hadn’t been cheated yet. She knew the customers thought this way of doing business was quaint, harkening back to a simpler time, and they appreciated it.

Perhaps it helped them believe the world was still a safe and honest place. The day was overcast but hoeing was hot work and she had been up since four-thirty. Charlotte collapsed against the trunk of an apple tree, uncapped her water bottle, and took a long delicious drink. Nantucket had the best water on the planet: sweet, pure, and clear. It was shady in this overgrown spot, so she lifted off the floppy straw hat she wore, in addition to a heavy slathering of sunblock, and sighed in appreciation as a light breeze stirred her hair.

She couldn’t linger, she had too much to do. She took another long drink of water, listened to her stomach rumble, and considered returning to the house for an early lunch.

When she heard the voices, she almost jumped.

People were talking on Bill Cooper’s side of the fence, just behind the green tangle of wild grapevines. Hunky Bill Cooper and his gorgeous girlfriend. From the tense rumble of Coop’s voice and Miranda’s shrill whine, they weren’t happy.

“Come on, Mir, don’t be that way.” Bill’s tone was placating but rimmed with an edge of exasperation.

“What way would that be?” A sob caught in Miranda’s throat. “Truthful?”

The moment had definitely passed, Charlotte decided, when she could clear her throat, jump up, and call out a cheerful hello. Vague snuffling sounds informed her that Bill’s dogs, Rex and Regina, were nearby, nosing through the undergrowth. She thought about the layout of Bill’s land: along the other side of the fence grew his everlasting raspberry bushes. The berries wouldn’t be ripe yet, so Bill and Miranda must be taking the dogs for a walk as they often did.

She was glad the berry bushes grew next to the fence, their prickly canes forming a barrier between Bill’s land and Nona’s. A tangle of grasses massed around barberry bushes was wedged against the fence, and then there were the tree trunks. They would pass by any moment now. She would keep very quiet. Otherwise it would be too embarrassing, even though she had a right and a reason to be here.

“I never lied to you, Miranda. I told you I wasn’t ready for a long-term commitment, especially not when you’re in New York all winter.”

“You could come visit me.”

“I don’t like cities,” Bill argued mildly.

“Well, that’s pathetic. And sleeping with that—that slut—is pathetic.” Miranda was striding ahead of Bill. She cried out, “Rex, you stupid, stupid dog! You almost tripped me.”

“Mir, simmer down.” Bill sounded irritable, at the end of his patience.

Miranda didn’t reply but hurried into the orchard of ancient apple trees. Bill followed, crashing through the brush. Charlotte could hear a few more words—I’m not kidding! It’s over, Bill!—then she heard the hum of their voices but no words, and then they were gone.

“Gosh,” Charlotte whispered to herself.

Charlotte had had a crush on Bill Cooper for years. Coop was a hunk, but so easygoing and funny that when you talked with him you could almost forget how handsome he was. She seldom saw him, even though he lived right next door. Of course, “right next door” was a general term.

Nona’s property consisted of ten acres with fifty feet of waterfront on Polpis Harbor, and the Coopers’ land was about the same size. With all the plantings, you couldn’t see one house from the other, even in winter when all the leaves had fallen.

Like the Wheelwrights, the Coopers mostly summered on the island, the Wheelwrights coming from Boston, the Coopers from New York. Eons ago, when they were all little kids, Coop had played a lot with Charlotte’s brother Oliver, even though Oliver was younger, because Coop was an only child, and the two families got together several times over the summer for cocktails or barbecues. Then came the years when they rarely saw each other, everyone off in college and backpacking in summer instead of coming to the island.

Coop lived in California for a while, but three years ago his parents moved to Florida and Coop moved into the island house, telling everyone he wanted to live here permanently. He ran a computer software business from his nineteen-sixties wandering ranch house, mixed his plasma TV and Bose CD player in with his family’s summery bamboo and teak furniture, and was content. Mostly he allowed his land to grow wild, except for a small crop of butter-andsugar corn famous for its sweetness. At the end of the summer, he held a party outdoors, a clambake with fresh corn, cold beer, and icy champagne.

Charlotte had seen Coop and Miranda about town now and then, when she went in to catch a movie or pick up a prescription at the pharmacy. It was obvious why any man would fall in love with Miranda Fellows. She was a dark-eyed beauty hired to run Luxe et Volupté, an upscale clothing shop on Centre Street. She was British, and her accent thrilled the young, beautiful, rich, social-climbing set, men as well as women. She was such a snob, and Coop was such a genuine good guy, they seemed like an odd pair, but Charlotte hadn’t allowed herself romantic thoughts about Coop.

SUMMER HOUSE by Nancy ThayerShe hadn’t allowed herself romantic thoughts about any man for quite a long while.

Her own move to Nantucket had not been a lighthearted, impulsive act. She’d thought about it a lot. She’d searched her soul. She came to Nantucket to get away from men—at least from one particular man—and to somehow balance with good acts the wrong she’d done. Her organic garden was her own self-imposed penance and repentance, and she’d been diligent and hardworking and nunlike for three years. She didn’t know when her penance would be over . . . but she knew she would find out when the time came. Until then, she forced herself to work hard, every day.

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Guilty Pleasures Monday – Chace Crawford

So I’ve been wondering who beat out Zac Efron (one of my too young guilty pleasures) for the lead role in the remake of FOOTLOOSE. Turns out the lead will be played by GOSSIP GIRL actor Chace Crawford.

I had heard the buzz about Chace and checked him out and wow! Here he is today as this Monday’s Guilty Pleasure. Chace is a such a cutie. No wonder PEOPLE magazine picked him as one of the hottest bachelors.

I may just have to give GOSSIP GIRL a try.

On another note, thanks to all who left comments for our guest bloggers. The lucky winner is Theresa N. Please send your postal address to cpsromance @ att.net so I can get you your prize.

Finally, one of the things we’re thinking about doing on the new website is having a wider look. I’ve made the blog wider as a test. Can you read it all? Do you find this size font easier on the eyes? Inquiring minds want to know.

Guilty Pleasures Monday – Joshua Jackson

I always thought Pacey made the wrong choice and should have gone with Joshua Jackson! There has always been something just endearing and sexy about him from Dawson’s Creek to his role now in the very interesting Fox show Fringe. For those of you who live a mix of paranormal with suspense, this is a great show. I call it The X-Files on steroids because it really is the next generation of FBI science thriller shows.

Joshua is great in it as the son of a mad scientist type who has to deal with old dysfunctional family issues as well as a truly unusual bunch of cases every week. If you get a chance, try it out.

Also, wanted to announce the winner of my friend Kathye Quick’s quest blog contest – JeanP. If you’re JeanP, please send an e-mail with your postal address to [email protected] to claim your CALLING T-shirt.

Thanks to all of you who dropped by and left comments!