Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Morgan and Gayle 24 years old--Boy in a Band

     "I guess I love him but is it conventional, I don't think so.  Whatever love we have is mixed up and messy."
     "The not making sense part, so it makes sense," Gayle said.
     "I have to go with the moment.  He taught me that from the beginning.  It was the only way I could be with him."

Amazon Kindle

Today BOY IN A BAND came out in the Kindle version on Amazon $1.25.  It will also be available in the Apple store and Barnes and Noble NOOK.  Download your copy today.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Casanova Cowboy

I have been working with a gal on the cover for my second book and I think we are very close to getting it done.  I hope to have Casanova Cowboy out in a couple of weeks.  Through the whole process of Boy in a Band I have learned so much--the curve you know where you slide off the road several times and have to give it another try.  I'm hoping this time goes much smoother and is much more complete. 

Monday, February 27, 2012


I posted a link on facebook regarding an article on ebooks.  Penguin claims their ebook sales doubled in 2011.  I think this is a positive sign especially for unknown authors like myself.  It opens up the book world for both reader and writer.  I'm sure that there are a lot of talented authors that have never made in past the slush pile.  For readers it also opens up options to not just hear about best sellers many of which are authors who's work sells strictly by name.  The price point also encourages readers to read.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Beach days 1973

Getting even--Boy in a Band

     Sean rested his hands on my hips.  It took Mathew getting right upon us to realize it was me.  I saw him do a double take.  He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Sean.
     "What the hell are you doing?" Mathew asked.
     I could tell by his tone he was pissed.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Cowboy Coffee--Boy in a Band

     "Any chance I can get some coffee?" I asked no one in particular.
     "None made," Mathew said.  "Your hair looks fine."
     He got up and pulled the pot out of the Mr. Coffee and filled it part way with water.
     "I can't believe you drink the stuff," he said.
     "I started about thirteen.  My mom called it cowboy coffee, lots of sugar and milk, made me feel grown up.  Less sugar and milk now."

Friday, February 24, 2012


I am going to get four or five queries out today to agents who state they are looking for new material.  I'm going to change the style and see what happens.  Would be nice to get something other than a pre printed rejection letter.

Thursday, February 23, 2012


I don't know about you but songs have a way of taking me back.  I can see where I was when I heard the song, sometimes even smell the smells of a particular time.  The Partridge Family, Helen Reddy, The Monkeys when I was in my teens.  I can see myself and my friends sitting on my bedroom floor listening to those records on a record player, moving the needle back, so we could hear a particular song again.  My kids, I'm not even sure they know what a record player looks like.  I often wonder where those records went--I don't remember throwing them out but I know I no longer have them.  Times change but music and songs can always drag me back.

Tahoe--Boy in a Band

     I had my head resting back against the wood edge of the hot tub.  The steam from the water rose into the still cold air.  I could smell the chlorine mixed with the scent of the moist wood.  Mathew flashed into my head as I looked at the moon.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Erasing time--Boy in a Band

When skin touched skin, time was erased.  I was stunned at how we went right back to us.  How he could take me places no one had.  How he could take me back, make me completely lose myself to him.

Monday, February 20, 2012

A Horse Named Joe--writing

Yesterday as we drove to Southern Utah I worked on A Horse Named Joe.  Sometimes the words flow and sometimes they come a little slower.  Any story I am working on is in my head, always, but some times it can be better.  Last night in my dream the better for chapter 30 came to me.  Writing on.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Morgan look alike

Meeting Mathew's mom--Boy in a Band

     "You liked Ann?" mom asked as she adjusted the controls.
     "She's really nice and really pretty," I answered.
     She looked over at me and then in the rear view mirror.  She pushed her black hair away from her face and checked her makeup.  She was pretty too but I wasn't going to say it.
     "She used to be a model," Mom said.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Pollywogs--Boy in a Band

     I like to bring the pollywogs home and watch them transform into frogs.  One day the are black and shiny, swimming like a fish and then they start to morph and grow front legs, then back, while their tail is constantly getting shorter.  They continue to evolve until one day they are the cutest little frog and look nothing like how they started.  More than once we've had frog round ups in the house when they have gotten out of their container.

Morgan 13 years old

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Web site

I am so excited my new web site is up and running.  Brandie, my social media guru, has been amazing.  My next project is getting Casanova Cowboy published.  In the mean time...............write on.


Today is to be a writing day.  Sometimes I have writing avoidance because I look at my very out dated laptop and think why.  Then if a couple of days go by I miss the writing, filling the pages, making the characters live. 

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Upside down and backwards--Boy in a Band

     I woke up with a headache; champagne usually did that to me.  He was spooned around my back with his arm over me, his hand resting against my chest.  As strong and level headed as I thought I was I'd come to understand Mathew could turn that upside down and backwards.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Morgan 14 years old--Boy in a Band

     Mathew and I were pretty open with each other.  I don't think there were a lot of secrets we hadn't shared.  In our chats the sexual sparring never stopped, facilitated by him.  Although I couldn't be physical with him it felt like we had a connection.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Morgan 13 years old--Boy in a Band

     My back was to Mathew.  I felt him move behind me and then put his hand on my head running it down my hair.  Shocked I straightened my back, sitting completely upright.  I shivered, feeling my heart beat in my throat.
     "Your hair is cool, I like it," Mathew said.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Boy in a Band--18 year old Morgan to Gayle

     "I'm getting freaked about leaving Gayle.  We don't talk about it, like if we don't it won't happen.  I know once he goes on tour it's over.  He's back to the band, the groupies will follow, and it will only be a matter of time before another bimbet enters the picture.  I try not to think about it but it's not working very well.  It's like were frozen in time for now, not letting the rest of the world in."
     "Enjoy it while you can Morgan.  If you won't stay out of his bed that's all there is to do," Gayle answered.

I keep writing

It's hard sometimes to keep writing when nothing is sticking in the universe.  People like my books but I need more than my inner circle to read them and like them to get the word out.  I have been dilligently working on my fourth novel A Horse Named Joe.  I hope to finish it by the end of this month, well the first draft anyway.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Boy in a Band--15 year old Morgan

When we were alone together most of the time he was the Mathew I liked.  At school I kept my distance.  Maybe it was self preservation or maybe it was me picking the side of Mathew I liked and ignoring the part I didn't.  He was very popular and spent most of his free time with his current girlfriend or the jock crowd; neither of which I wanted to be around.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Boy in a Band

I am changing my website and since there are and will be other books we have taken the Boy in a Band blog to become Lisa loomis Books blog and then each book will eventually have a page. 

Monday, February 6, 2012

Times change but do they?

In reflecting back to the time Boy in a Band takes place, the seventies, there have been huge technological changes; computers, cordless phones, cell phones, CD's, iPhones, iPods, ebooks, Kindle, and on and on.  Kids today don't even know what an eight track player is.  BUT some things never change--the human emotion--coming of age, being a teenager, young love, longing, hurt.  Human emotion transcends all time and will continue to.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

I think I love you

Excerpt form Boy in a Band:

     We were sitting in my room listening to records, The Partridge Family was playing.  I had been watching their TV show and buying their records since they first came on in 1970.  David Cassidy had just finished I Think I Love You, and I was daydreaming.  I'd had such a crush on David Cassidy, for years.  Now I was thinking about Mathew.

Saturday, February 4, 2012


     "We're friends," I answered Gayle when she asked me what was going on.
     "After all the shit that's gone down, you're friends?" she said annoyed.  "You're not friends."
     "What are we then?" I lashed out.
     I started to cry.
     "I don't know what you are.  How can I define it?" she said calmly.  "You start, you stop, you love, he doesn't, you hate, he wants, you give into him.  Morgan it's crazy."

Friday, February 3, 2012

From Chapter 1

     I could feel his body, his lips, his tongue, and wondered again how he could make me feel this every time he touched me.  Gayle flashed through my mind.
     "What magical hold does he have on you?" she'd asked more than once in anger.
     I could never answer her, and I was confused as to why all of a sudden.  His kiss brought me back.

Thursday, February 2, 2012


Boy in a Band excerpt:

     I on the other hand am developing slowly, too slowly for my liking.  I am tall and thin with long legs.  I have sandy blonde hair which is curly.  It makes me stand out as most of the girls are wearing their hair long and straight.  It's thick and sometimes unruly and hangs half way down my back.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012


     The door to Mathew's room opened and Ann and my mom stood there.  Neither of them seemed the least suspicious which always surprised Mathew and me.  There had never been a question about what we did behind his closed door.  They assumed the innocent.