Happy New Year!
All families are busy. Sometimes, even just one person is so busy that keeping track of each project/class/appointment/event/holiday/birthday etc. gets incredibly overwhelming. For a few years, my husband (the only driver in our household) carried a planner and multiple colored pens to color code for each of us. In addition, we put a large desk pad/calendar on our living room wall and color coded the large squares every month.
As anyone who’s ever scheduled a doctor’s appointment knows, having only one month visible at a time is inconvenient. Then there’s the difficulty of coordinating multiple paper calendars and planners. We ended up double and triple booked quite often.
Now so many people have smartphones and tablets that carrying a paper planner is just one more thing to fill your hands with. Add in a family of four, each with events to track and everyone needs to know where the others have to be at any given time and waiting to update the paper calendar in the kitchen leaves far too much room for error.
The solution I have found for our family involves an Android device, a computer and a Google account. How this translates to Apple products, I can’t tell you.
Most android phones are linked to Google for backup on their apps and such, but not everyone uses this. For the purposes of this how-to, you need a Google account.
When we get a Samsung phone, the My Calendar app would not automatically coordinate with Google. It wants to use Samsung Kies. On my computer, I can see my calendar on a larger screen, but I didn’t want to have to sign in to Samsung to do so. I do not enjoy signing into multiple platforms for things. So I went to Google Play Store on my phone and downloaded the Google calendar app. The Google and default icons are similar, but different colors. Blue and Green. Make sure you use the Google one or your calendars won’t sync. On my phone, the Google map is green. On the computer, it’s blue. Confusing.
Link to Google Calendar:
Our computer, tablet and phones are synced together. Out of the many schedule apps available, I’m not sure of any that syncs across devices for free and works this well. I see hubby’s work schedule, even if it’s changed in the last half hour, and he will see new appointments I’ve made and they sync almost immediately.
On your computer:
- Sign in to Gmail.
- Click on the app grid. It is a small, square icon of 9 tiny white squares, 3×3, at the very top of the page, next to your profile picture where you sign in and out.
- A menu drops down and you can choose maps, Google +, etc. Click on Calendar. A new window tab opens so you can click between email and calendar if you want.
- Looking at the calendar, I start with a Month view. To the right of the view options, there is a gear symbol for Settings. Click on the arrow of that icon and choose Settings.
- Under Calendar Settings, there are four tabs: General, Calendars, Mobile Setup, Labs. Click on Calendars.
- It might seem obvious to create a calendar that simply says “Hansen” family. If you don’t care about color-coding or keeping track of multiple people and projects, then maybe that’s good enough for you. For us, it would overwhelm our calendar with no way to separate and prioritize. So, I created multiple calendars. Hubby’s work schedule, my RWA meeting and writing events, a calendar for each of our medical appointments, etc. The same for the kids. Our daughter is now in college and only has herself to manage, but she has to keep medical appts and classes, field trips, extracurricular activities, paper due dates and holiday times all coordinated. So she uses multiple calendars also. The extra benefit is you can view all calendars together at once, each one a color, or you can simplify and eliminate the view of all but one and view only birthdays or work or doctors.
- On the Calendar page, click the Create New Calendar box. Fill out the title and other options, then click Create Calendar. You will return to the Month view of the calendar.
- On the left of the calendar, under My calendar, will be the list of calendars you’ve created. At the end of the title for each calendar is an arrow with a drop down menu. This is where you can choose a color, even customize it. The colors do not translate precisely from device to device, so instead of shades of one color, I suggest using vividly opposing colors where possible.
- Fill in a handful of events by clicking on a day. Add the time and specifics of the event: which job, which doctor, which paper is due. Then, key move, select the proper calendar for that event. It is now color coded.
On your phone:
- Click on the Google calendar app.
- Sign in with your Google account information.
- In Settings, choose the calendars you want to see.
- Click Save.
- All of your calendars should then be synced.
You may have to click refresh a few times or troubleshoot a few minor hiccups, but these steps should get you there. Now you can add an event from your phone, tablet or laptop and they will all sync to show the same information.
One particular hiccup to avoid involves double-checking the time zone on the calendar app. Hubby’s was set to Hong Kong and suddenly all of his work times changed. You can imagine the frustration. LOL
Happy New Year!
My dear friend Lex Valentine of Winterheart Design is hosting the 30 Days of Christmas at her blog, Sunlight Sucks. #FreeBooks from amazing authors every day until Christmas! Today, enter to win a copy of one of these great books!
Betrayed is now available for 4.99 at the following ebook retailers:
Barnes & Noble
I am thrilled to announce Betrayed is available as an ebook and has an all new, eye-catching cover! I absolutely fell in love with this as soon as my designer, Gabrielle Prendergast of Cover Your Dreams, showed it to me. Every view of it has only gotten better.
As my debut novel, Betrayed holds a very special place in my heart. It has received some of the best author quotes ever, like:
“BETRAYED is a passionate debut by an author of remarkable talent and maturity of style. Lyrical prose spins a tale that is intelligent and unflinching, enthralling and richly imagined. I loved it! It’s a gorgeous, lush, and compelling novel. If you try just one debut this year, make it Jamie Leigh Hansen’s. You will be grateful to have ‘discovered’ her from the first.”
- Sylvia Day, #1 New York Times & #1 International Bestselling Author
“Betrayed is an exciting escape into a fascinating worldCover) of fallen angels and an intense and timeless love story. Jamie Hansen is a fresh new voice in paranormal romance.”
- Christine Feehan, # 1New York Times Bestselling Author
“Enter a world of magic, chance and love everlasting!”
- Gena Showalter, New York Times Bestselling Author
“With intense emotion and thrilling action, Hansen grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go until the very end . . . and even then you want more!”
- Caridad Piñeiro , New York Times Bestselling Author
And online reviews such as:
4 Stars HOT
“Undying love and the need for redemption fuel the characters’ fire in this star-crossed-lovers drama. The story moves between past events that led to this tragic scenario and the present. In this gripping novel, true love may be eternal, but it might take supernatural interference to get to a satisfactory conclusion.”
- Jill M. Smith, Reviewer for Romantic Times Book Reviews
“[Jamie Leigh Hansen's] writing style and plot lines are extremely engaging and I want more of them. There are many characters deserving of their own books and I’m sure that Ms. Hansen has the perfect stories line up.”
- Stacy Cooper, Reviewer for ParanormalRomanceWriters.com
“Jamie Leigh Hansen is a bright new star in the world of paranormal romance!”
- Audrey Sharpe, Reviewer for FreshFiction.com
But don’t take their word for it. Go check it out for yourself!
12 Days of Halloween
From about mid-October until Christmas was always a magical and much anticipated time when I was young.
Probably not an uncommon statement from a kid. My mom should have been a party planner, because our house was always decked out for the season. We were the house that people do that double-take with, because looking only once wasn’t enough to take it all in.
Mom’s favorite holiday was Halloween. Since I’m a fantasy/paranormal writer, it’s safe to say that rubbed off on me, and with kids of my own, I enjoy Halloween in a completely new way, with my kids excitement about dressing up and their enjoyment in the *fun* scares.
While her favorite might have been Halloween, Mom excelled in overall holiday planning. My mom was a generous lady. She never liked cooking, but she loved to bake the holiday pies and cookies and other goodies that come with the season, and everyone who knew us came away during the holiday season with loads of culinary delights. If you ask me to name my favorite food ever, it would have to be Mom’s pumpkin pie.
It’s probably because this time was usually so joyous that one memory sits there, lumpy and misshapen and not a fit with the rest.
Don’t ask me how old I was, but I came down the stairs one night – going to get some water I think – and Mom was on the couch, staring at the Christmas tree. The packages weren’t under the tree yet, which was odd since Mom tended to put them under as soon as the tree went up (Mom is not a last minute shopper – in fact, I’m pretty sure her shopping is done in July.) Now I haven’t believed in Santa ever, so it was no question in my mind about who presents come from.
What set this memory in my mind so sharply was my mother’s face the few moments before she realized I was in the room. At the time I didn’t have the words or the emotional knowledge to name what emotions were in play. All I knew was it wasn’t good.
Several years later we were talking, and in the way of conversations everywhere, somehow that night came up, and I asked Mom what was going on.
She confided that when I saw her, the reality of our situation was none of us kids were going to get Christmas presents. It had been a bad year with lots of doctor bills and not as much work as they hoped to get. Maybe they would be able to get a practical clothing item, but certainly nothing beyond that. Then she told me that a couple days after I saw her that night, her uncle heard about our situation. Without her or my dad asking, he went out and got presents for us kids and told her that it was his early Christmas gift to her and he would not accept any money or repayment.
Mom told me she cried while she wrapped them. She told me it was the best gift she’d ever gotten.
While my childhood would never fit in a Dickinson narrative, there were a few years there where we did with minimal, so hearing after-the-fact that no presents was a possibility didn’t surprise me. What did surprise me was the lurch in my chest at the thought of it as a near reality. That didn’t make sense – after all, we were several years past by then, and I was a grown person who understood economic realities.
That lurch, though, was real. And as time has marched on, I think I understand the reason for it, just like now that I’m a mother I understand the look on my mother’s face that night. The holidays were a safe and sacred time. The rest of the year – okay, it’s life, and life happened. But in my memory, the holidays were apart from that, not touched with the ickiness that could happen at other times.
If I didn’t get presents that year, I think that safety and warmth that the holidays (or the thought of) always caused would have disappeared. I wouldn’t have had that protective bubble anymore that helped get me through bad times, and the loss of that would have been a greater tragedy than not getting a doll under the tree.
So while Toys for Tots was not responsible for me getting presents that year, I recognize in a deep and personal way the very good work they are doing.
Toys for Tots is my favorite holiday charity. There are many excellent charities I celebrate and give to, but this time of year my thoughts and my wishes are for the kids who are not in the best circumstances and are in danger of not having a gift under their own tree. It’s not the material item that matters (though it’s always nice to get a great gift, right?) What I never want them to lose is that safe warmth that should categorize the holidays, a warmth that sometimes might be the only thing that gets them through the rest of the year.
Which leads me to the 12 Days of Halloween!
12 Days of Halloween is my (and many other excellent authors) way of having a great time and celebrating the beginning of this wondrous time of year – with giveaways and gifts and raising money for Toys for Tots!
What is involved?
First! My novel, Stone Guardian , is on a very special sale. From now until Halloween, it is half-off with part of the proceeds going to Toys for Tots! So you get a book for cheaper than usual, and a chunk of the money will be going to an amazing cause! Huzzah!
And on the other side, I’ll be sharing lots of giveaways! Ebooks (donated by many generous authors) gift cards, swag sets, a Coach (!) bag, and finally…
An iPad Mini!
Yes, you read that right – an iPad mini with a special Entwined Realms designed cover set is the grand prize.
So if you are interested, please keep up with me at twitter, facebook or my blog with all the ways to win.
Let’s celebrate the beginning to this great time of year, have a great party, maybe win some stuff, and most important of all – support Toys for Tots and make sure they can help a lot of kids this year!
Free Halloween ebook to raise Childhood Cancer Awareness!
As I write this, Death Is Becoming has had 116 downloads on Smashwords! This is so very exciting, because I know how difficult it is when you want to read a book that is only available in one unfamiliar way. Now there are two additional options, with more coming soon.
I want this book to raise awareness of the questions, fears and struggles a family goes through while facing childhood cancer. At the same time, I want to show hope and comfort to those who have faced loss. Telling a story was my way to handle grief. Showing Erin’s story as she faces the darker forces of the afterlife, was simply a pleasure and a privilege.
As I learn more and more about the self-publishing process, I see I need to allow more time for free books to be made available on different platforms. So while Smashwords went up immediately, it took a bit longer for Barnes and Noble and Kobo. I am now pleased to announce Death Is Becoming is available as a free download on Nook and Kobo in addition to Smashwords.
Download your copy today!
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DEATH IS BECOMING
by Jamie Leigh Hansen
Free Book to raise Childhood Cancer Awareness
This Halloween, college girl, Erin Kowalkski, battles cancer once again. But this time, she has questions and she’s dying to know the answers. What will her dreams and aspirations, all she’s learned, felt and experienced, amount to when she’s gone? What will she become?
Guided by a hot new patient and chased by a menacing wraith, Erin learns more about life and death than she’d ever imagined.
Free book to raise Childhood Cancer Awareness!
The day after Thanksgiving 2003, my 8 year old daughter was diagnosed with a brain tumor. I was 28 and had no idea what was in store for her or for our family. It was a terrifying situation and yet, no matter what we didn’t know, we had to make crucial decisions about our daughter’s life. Knowing now the kinds of decisions we made then, without knowing any better, is enough to stop my heart.
What neurosurgeon was going to do the initial de-bulking surgery? Why, the one on call whom we met the first day, of course.
Really? Not knowing the enormous difference between pediatric and adult medicine, let alone a neurosurgeon and a pediatric neurosurgeon, my husband and I agreed to let this doctor inside our daughter’s head.
I tell you what, we lucked out. Big time. We were introduced to the best pediatric neurosurgeon in Spokane. In fact, he was the only one in Spokane ten years ago. Who knew a surgeon so specialized was that rare?
If you know, then I’m scaring you now.
That weekend, we met two wonderful ladies who welcomed us to a group called Candlelighters. The organization is now renamed American Childhood Cancer Organization, ours is of the Inland Northwest. ACCOIN. These ladies and this organization helped us through the most frightening experiences of our lives.
9 months into chemo, a 7 year old boy we’d befriended lost his war.
Three years later, one of those ladies lost her 18 year old daughter to her second bought of cancer. A second cancer believed to be caused by a chemo med from her first battle, when she was 12. During those three years, this sweet girl came to mean so much to us.
One month later, my 18 year old cousin died in a car accident. He’d been adopted out and we hadn’t seen him for a dozen years. I fed him. I changed him. I babysat him for the few years we had him. Then I never saw him again. Our grandmother saw notice of his death on the news. Lucky us.
In my grief for all those I’ve lost, I created a world where they still lived. Where they still had chances to grow and become everything we believe they could have become if only.
Me being me, it isn’t a perfect world. It’s dark, filled with frightening monsters that threaten ones sense of self. But it’s also light, with opportunities for love, happiness and redemption.
I have now written a story in this world to share with everyone. The characters are fictional, but the rest…
DEATH IS BECOMING is free. The purpose of it is to raise awareness of childhood cancer. One day, I would like to see clothes with a gold ribbon. Yogurt tops with a gold ribbon. Anything with a gold ribbon. I believe in the pink ribbon, I know any research benefits all research, but like with neurosurgery, there are differences between children and adults. Death Is Becoming is what I can do to pay it forward.
I want to give back to the organizations that aided us over our hurdles so they can help others. At the end of Death is Becoming, there is a letter from me that includes a list of things people with money and without can do to support the families suffering through the darkness.
September is Childhood Cancer Awareness month and ACCOIN’s slogan is simple. We’ve put a yellow lightbulb in our porch light and are encouraging others to do so as well. Let’s “Paint the town gold…because kids can’t fight cancer alone.”
Download your copy of DEATH IS BECOMING. Share it. Tweet it. Talk about it. And most of all, encourage readers to support these organizations in any way they can. Anything to raise awareness for this sinister disease.
Death Is Becoming on Smashwords.
*This book is uploading at Barnes & Noble, Amazon and iTunes. Until their technical stuff has worked through its process, they may try to charge $ for the book. Be patient and it will work out. Until then, Smashwords has it for a free download in any format.
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As I near writing the end of The Murder King’s Valentine, I’m getting all excited. I love writing about Mary, so I figured now would be a great time to show you just how cool she is…
So here’s Mary, pretending to be Sasha, a lusty nurse on the prowl during her rescue of the Murder King.
“99 veins of blood to tap,
99 veins of bloood…
Pick the best flavor and drain it dry.
There’ll be 98 veins of blood to try.”
Sasha sashayed her curvy human body across the busy foyer of the San Francisco Vamp Palace, her booted steps in sync with the rousing chorus of vamps in the next room and her jaunty nurse’s cap bobbing with the tune. Grasping hold of the song, she continued the refrain silently as she pushed the empty black wheelchair through the crowd of costumed, but deadly, vampires.
Her nurse’s top was white and cut low to the thick, black belt on her waist. A bright red wonder bra pushed everything she had out and up in a bountiful display. The skirt stretched high on her thighs, leaving a few inches of skin bare to the tops of her thigh-high black boots.
She appeared the epitome of a nurse/whore, her make-up vivid and glossy as she pushed the wheelchair with latex-gloved hands to the elevator behind the grand staircase. A Bela Lugosi look-alike cast lascivious glances all down her body as a Queen Elizabeth smiled at her with condescending indulgence. Contrary to modern myth, vampires loved Halloween. It was the one night a year they could let their fangs hang out. Though, tonight their fangs were a bit sharper than usual.
Smiling vacuously, her mind only shielded with the most basic of barriers expected from an average mortal like her, Sasha continued to sing silently. 98 veins of blood to tap…
Sasha entered the elevator, pushed the button for the fourth floor, and gripped the wheelchair handles tight. She smiled, wide and excited for any who glanced her way. 95 veins of blood to tap…
The elevator doors slid open to a long, dark wood hallway with doors on either side. Some were open, some weren’t. At one, a beautiful ice blonde in a dress Cinderella would envy smiled teasingly at a dashing, kilted Scotsman. Her voice was a smooth purr. “You can look under mine if you let me look under yours.”
He chuckled, his voice low as he leaned forward and twisted the doorknob behind her. “Only look?”
Sasha’s smile came easier as she passed them, the chair rolling quietly along the deep red carpet. 89 veins of blood to tap, 89 veins of bloood…
Toward the end, between two closed doors where the wall should be a smooth mural, she deftly swiped a card through the nearly hidden slot. The hallway was silent for the moment, but the pounding of a human heart carried easily through the walls into the many bedrooms. She only had seconds before someone would come to see why hers pounded.
Adding more joy to the refrain in her head, she slipped into the secret hallway with its walls thick enough to hide almost anything thought or spoken and pushed the chair down the narrow tunnel. Halting outside the guard room, she parked the chair and stepped into the opening, leaning against the door frame in a seductive pose.
There was only one guard, sitting with his feet propped up and staring at the monitors morosely. He glanced back at her then did a swift double take, nearly falling from his chair. Sasha grinned wickedly. “I heard you were hungry.”
As he stood, the light hit his name tag. Stan. Stan took his time, gazing from the pulse in her neck, down her exposed cleavage and lower to the inches of thigh exposed between her skirt and boots. In less than a blink, he stood before her, taller, faster, stronger.
Stan wrapped his large hands around her sides and grinned with anticipation.
Pick the best flavor and drain it dry.
Stan groaned, “Oh, yeah.”
There was a reason the little ditty was popular among vampires. Stan leaned forward and licked a trail from the curve of one breast to her neck, meaning to tease her.
Instead, Sasha held him as he slid silently to the floor. Any of her personal taste he’d managed to pick up would be disguised by the knock-out gel she’d smeared all over her skin. It left a brutal aftertaste.
From one of the large front pockets on her smock, Sasha pulled a flash drive and plugged it into the tower. Three key strokes and enter executed the desired file. The monitors and hard drive were recording an old episode of Buffy before she left the room.
85 veins of blood to tap…
Naturally Beautiful by Jamie Leigh Hansen
Short Story, Romance, Futuristic, Suspense, Sweet, Stand-Alone
Two worlds clash when sexy daredevil, Lt. Reid Kincad pulls intriguing scientist, Dr. Jessica Cross, into his arms and jumps from a helijet set to explode, but they can’t rest until they also save her father – and his miracle cure – from dangerously unethical hands.
*Previously published in The Mammoth Book of Futuristic Romance
I can finally post a blog again after all the confusion with my missing post editor. Thank you Croco!
Very soon, I will also have a new look and be better integrated with the rest of my social media. I cannot wait! Stay tuned for all the changes.
In the meantime, let me fill you in on the last year of JLH publishing news.
* I have self-published The Murder King’s Woman and The Murder King’s Summons, yay! These are available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance ebooks and Smashwords.
Barnes and Noble
Barnes and Noble
* I have released an unrelated short story in The Mammoth Book of Futuristic Romance titled Naturally Beautiful. I will be self-publishing that as a single very soon.
* I have another unrelated, complete and raring-to-go short story that should have more news soon.
* I am nearing completion on The Murder King’s Valentine, Murder Tales #3. This story is much longer than the first two combined.
Another big help is to Like the page on Facebook and encourage your family and friends to do so as well. That way you’ll have the best access to updates.
And for anyone who would like to join me at this year’s Get Lit! Festival in Spokane, WA on April 13, I am part of a 6 author team providing an interactive, hands-on workshop on Worldbuilding. http://outreach.ewu.edu/getlit/3294.xml More info TBA.
Please stay tuned for more updates – which will be much easier to make now.
Murder Tales: An exciting new series of short stories by
Jamie Leigh Hansen
When The Murder King’s Woman was originally published in The Mammoth Book of Vampire Romance 2, I was so excited. I sat right there in Barnes and Noble, taking pictures of the pretty cover.
The Murder King’s Woman is about Mary, a human girl whose family was killed during a family camping trip when she was a child. The rogue vampire responsible for destroying her life was hunted and killed by no less than Sebastian, the Murder King himself. Leading his warrior Crows, a mix of vampires and werewolves, Sebastian and the Murders purpose is to hunt and eradicate the rogues of paranormal kind, keeping their existence secret and bringing safety to their races – it is not to raise the children of human victims. But Mary was too old, her trauma too ingrained, for her to forget. Even with help. And she was too young to be left to her own devices. Mary was brought home and raised among them, the only human to live among them. But now Sebastian has been taken and the only chance he has is the human pet no one believes in.
As I looked at the pretty pages, this nagging feeling that had been pulling at me all year returned. Mary wasn’t finished telling me her story. She’s a strong woman with definite plans for her future and just enough of a past for it to haunt her. So I started writing that day. When I finished the sequel, The Murder King’s Summons, I learned another important fact. I still wasn’t done.
Damn mouthy character hasn’t given me peace since. LOL Therefore, we have reached a compromise. I will write Mary’s journey piece by piece and release it in digital form. The sequel has now become Murder Tales 2: The Murder King’s Summons, and will be released later in December 2011. Keep a look out for: