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Mo(u)rning Joy, the story of our first son, Caswell, is now available. It’s been available for a very short time while booksellers worked it into their systems, but I hadn’t announced it until yesterday, the first of October, in honor of Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month.

I got the sales report for September this morning. In the short time that it was quietly available, it sold way too many copies. Too many, because this means, that quietly, someone typed stillbirth, or miscarriage, or infant loss, or child loss, or grief into the search field of a bookseller’s webpage. People were looking for this book. People were searching for comforting words the same way I was. I cried hard tears this morning. For each sale, it means that someone is in pain.

I always give away early copies of my books to hand-selected readers. People I feel the book will touch in some way. For Mo(u)rning Joy, I gave them away in appreciation. I wanted all of the people that helped me heal, helped me grieve, helped me become whole, helped me become a mother, helped me be a mother, to know. To know that they mattered.

You know what I got back? Undeserved thank you’s.

Thank you for writing this.

Thank you for saying what I was thinking/feeling/avoiding.

Thank you for your help.

Undeserved thank you’s.

And every time someone reaches out to me, it’s bittersweet. I’m so very blessed that God gave me good words to talk about pain. I’m so very overwhelmed that there is pain.

But, with pain, there is growth, and perspective, and the morning. The bright, shiny, glorious morning. The kind of morning that only comes when you’ve managed to survive a shattered night.

This October, I’m dedicating most of my social media to Infant Loss Awareness. I’ll be annoying with it. Y’all will deal.

Will you light a candle for a baby whose parents never got to meet them? Will you say a baby’s name you’ve never met? Will you lift someone up, not by giving advice, or trying to offer empty words of comfort, but by just showing up? Will you acknowledge someone’s pain and meet them there in that space, no matter how uncomfortable? Could you acknowledge your own? No matter the source?

Will YOU post on social media your Morning Joy? The little joys that come out of healing through the crushing blow of what you thought something would look like, to get to the other side of what it does look like; life.

Use the #MorningJoy.

Spread the JOY.

In love and cowgirl boots,

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Kirkus Reviews, Jen Hatmaker, and the Art of Failing

Haters gonna hate, y’all

Bad reviews are the worst.

I think.

All of mine seem to come out of New York City.

Bless their hearts?

I got a doozy last night. On Mo(u)rning Joy, the book that basically is my heart, soul, and psyche on a silver platter for the world to see.

Had I not been dumb enough to open it right between dinner and bath time, I might have found myself a little ole corner, curled up and sobbed like Rory after she thinks Logan doesn’t like her. (Deep into watching DVR’s Gilmore Girls, friends). But alas, babies needed tending, so I shook it off.

Yeah right.

I was going to bury it. I could have hid it. You all would have never seen it. It could have never seen the light of day. Kind of like a body in Brooks.

After having been talked off the ledge by my mom and my husband, I decided to own it. I won’t bore you with it on this post, but the words failure, unpolished, and unbalanced come to mind when you read it. And then they compared me to Jen Hatmaker. Poor Jen? Fist bump to Jen and Patsy Clairmont. I’m in good company, I guess, even if I suck. I don’t think either one of these ladies suck, by the way. I LOVE Jen Hatmaker. #ForTheLove

It took me a hot minute to get some perspective. If you’re one of the privileged few early readers who have read Mo(u)rning Joy, you’ll get this: I hope, truly, that the book screams failure, unpolished, and unbalanced. That means I wrote the truth. That means I showed how I got real wrecked and God pulled me out of the wreckage. That means I was able to accurately portray how freakin’ unpolished and unbalanced someone is after they lose their child. That means I used God’s words.

In the words of Carrie Underwood, “I know it ain’t Christian” to want to flip the bird in the general direction of Manhattan. So I’ll refrain.

Here’s the deal: the book is real. The words are rough. The set-up is chaotic. But if you want some validation on your pain, if you want to know what your friend/sister/wife/daughter is going through, if you want good advice on what not to say. If you want some hope, if you want some joy, if you want some #freakingJesus, you got it.

Pulitzer-worthy, it ain’t. But according to my mother, art is subjective. So maybe the committee will call. I’ll do the Southern thang and send a muffin basket to New York City.

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The secret to happiness is just to wake up every morning and decide to be happy – Ruby Lee Sammons

I’m announcing a new book. It’s set to be available in print and eBook in October. October is Infant Loss Awareness Month. That’s on purpose. Mo(u)rning Joy is a memoir regarding our first son, Caswell, who was stillborn.

The Midwest Book Review says, “Lloyd tackles the highs and lows of mourning with an immediacy and skill that brings readers not just into her life, but into her mind and emotions. Faith, pain, and everything in between are charged with heady experience, growing wisdom, and not a few obstacles along the journey. The result is a vivid, candid, and hard-hitting story speaking to the heart of pain and re-living life.”

Let me tell you something. This book sucks. No really. First, don’t tell my mom I used that word. But it does. It is my best work. With the worst words.

But really. I think this book is one no one wants to exist. But it does. And it is. Our story happened. Our son is. This is our story. When it happened, I searched for something to read. Something that would validate my pain and crazy, but show me the hopeful light on the other side of healing. I got either/or. And because I’m full of myself, I decided to write what I needed. You’re welcome.

My story as a mother began with him, my fighting Caswell, and with sweet retrospect, and a lot of cathartic words, I would not trade it.

 

 

An Open Letter to Luke Bryan

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My husband wants me to write a blog post about Bro-Country. Otherwise known as baby-making party music. Hubby recently discovered Luke Bryan. And he likes him. My husband, Lord love him and bless his heart, is a certified city boy. Remind me to tell you about the time I took him home for the first time and he had to go dispose of five stray dogs that my little bitty grandma had picked off with a .22.

And he came back! It’s because I am so precious and beautiful, I promise. (Really, I don’t know, he was probably afraid my grandma would come find him?)

Anyway, other than some bad decisions in high school that involved Wranglers and a rebel flag in his truck, he’s more Ice, Ice Baby and weird European dance music than anthems about trucks, dogs, breaking up, and drinking. [Please note, I love these anthems, I was raised on King George’s cassette tapes in my Daddy’s truck].

But… He digs these new spinnings on country music. You know, the ones that basically talk about “doing it” in a less than subtle way. I think because they’re poppy, dance-inducing, and well, kind of hot. Conway Twitty was hot because he was clever. Old Lukie Boy is hot because he shakes his butt in tight jeans. There’s a place for everyone.

A note to Luke Bryan’s wife: I’m sorry. I know you probably laugh when your husband’s on stage. The same way I laugh when mine puts on his tight jeans and shakes his tailfeathers too. #callme #husbandintervention #youreadad!

So anyway, husband came home, after having Strip It Down on repeat on his drive (subtle much?), and announced that I should write about this thing: “What did you call it? Bromance Country?”

I didn’t disagree with him (like I normally do right off the bat), but asked why. His response: “Isn’t that pretty much what you write about?”

I got real offended, of course. No, my books are Miranda Lambert/Carrie Underwood/Reba McEntire music videos in novel format, thankyouverymuch.

But…he’s not all that wrong. There are some “bro” elements in Brooks. And there are likely some parties in fields. Lilly wouldn’t be that girl, of course, but Tally would definitely show up.

So I started some research. And by research I mean I listened to/stalked/watched YouTube for so-called Bromance Country artists Luke Bryan, Sam Hunt, Jason Aldean, Florida/Georgia Line.

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Here’s the deal: I’ll remain true to my dying day to The Bellamy Bros and Brooks and Dunn.

But… The dudes have something going on so I’m not gonna knock the way they make their money. I mean, I write books about people that love Jesus and cuss a little. And for the most part, they’re hot, y’all.

Here are my questions, though, after a somewhat thorough perusal of their catalogs:

  1. Why does Jason Aldean have a hole in his shirt? He can’t afford a new tshirt? Even the most redneck of rednecks wouldn’t wear a ratty shirt to a date…
  2. Why/how is Luke Bryan drinking moonshine/anything out of Dixie Cup? First, moonshine would eat right through a Dixie Cup. #tested. Second, a Dixie Cup is for rinsing the toothpaste out of your mouth when you brush your teeth. Dixie Cups are tiny! Are they taking shots? I get the “jar full of clear” but Dixie Cups in a field on the back of a truck? Did someone raid their grandma’s bathroom?
  3. Why is Luke Bryan doing it on white cotton sheets? This is sexy? No. Really high-thread count Egyptian cotton is sexy. Wal-Mart sheets aren’t. There’s nothing wrong with Wal-Mart sheets, but why pretend that that will be fun? And we all know he can afford at least Restoration Hardware. Come on.
  4. Sam Hunt is my new favorite. Yeah, he raps, but (bear with me) it’s a little Conway. He has clever twists on words (Ex To See, Take Your Time). But what does it mean to “take your time”? I don’t really get it. I’m not gonna commit and meet your momma, but we’re just gonna hang out here at this bar? #manupdude #makeamove
  5. Why are the FL/GA Line guys nekkid? Why no shirts? Are they going for a shirtless cowboy thing? Cowboys wear shirts! Hay is itchy! So are leather vests, I would think…

These are legit questions, people. If anyone knows the answers (other than #sexsells), let me know.

You got thoughts on “Bromance Country”? Let me hear them.

Enter to Win a Signed Copy of Home Is Where Your Boots Are

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Home Is Where Your Boots Are by Kalan L. Chapman

Home Is Where Your Boots Are

by Kalan L. Chapman

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*I’m giving something away. And I’m not going to talk all about myself. Bear with me.

I’m not a real lawyer. Ask my dad. When we go places, he introduces my husband: “This is my son-in-law, he’s an attorney.” Um, dad, remember all those checks you wrote to that top tier law school? They were for my education.

“Yeah, but you’re not a real lawyer.” You’re right, dad. The fact that I’ve read the tax code for thirty-five different states (AND Puerto Rico) cover to cover does not a real lawyer make. To be clear, I went to law school and passed the bar. I could practice. But I don’t. I’m a non-traditional. I was a consultant at big accounting firms before I went in-house for one of my clients. I don’t see the inside of the courtroom often unless I have to go get something signed.

I speak about alternative legal careers often. When I do, often to law students, I stress to them that law school is teaching you how to think differently, that it’s not just about learning to read a case, but learning to reason through a problem. I’m blessed to have quite a few peers I went through school with that aren’t traditional. They’re using their skills outside the courtroom.

I like to think that my legal background makes me better writer. I know that the first draft of Home Is Where Your Boots Are (finished my first year of law school when I should have been studying for Contracts. I don’t recommend this, by the way) was terrible as compared to what you get to read today. Yes, my editor is phenomenal and it’s mostly due to her, but I don’t think I would have been able to cipher her instructions, deduct what she meant and apply it throughout the book as easily unless I’d been to law school. The law is a puzzle. Writing books is like making puzzles.

I get really excited about lawyers who end up doing “weird” things. Like jewelry design. And book writing. So I kind of fangirl them. When I swooned over Jill Donovan of Rustic Cuff, she directed me to Amy Impellizzeri, a lawyer-turned-writer friend of hers. #customrusticcuff

* This plug is necessary. If you’re in law school, thinking about law school, or are in the legal field, you need this book.

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It’s rare that writers can transition from fiction to non-fiction well. Amy can. And I like to take care of all my lawyer friends. Order now.*

I knew Jill was a genius based on nothing other than her shoes (forgive my vapid notions for a minute, but we live in the South and shoes are so very telling and Jill’s were functional, hot and had bows!) so I went and ordered Amy’s Lemongrass Hope.

At my later age, I am slightly jaded by books. When I was younger, everything I read was awesome. Even if it wasn’t. I could find something interesting in every book. But now, 2.5 years of law school later, I find myself evaluating instead of enjoying. #buzzkill So I was unsure about Amy’s book. But y’all. Oh my. I love all my readers, so I don’t promote another author or book unless I deem it worthy. I’m picky like that. I know y’all are discerning. But y’all. Oh my.

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Lemongrass Hope is a good book. Just a darn damn good book. Without allegiance to chick-lit, or romance, or fantasy, Amy Impellizzeri has managed to craft a damn good book. Which is hard in this day and age when someone always wants to put Baby in a corner. I don’t do book reviews. I’m not qualified for that. But I will say this: It’s like a sweet Gone Girl, in that it made me uncomfortable and made me want to go hug all my people after I finished. I found myself loving and hating the heroine. But most importantly, to qualify as a damn good book, it made me think. It made me feel. And it inspired me.

So I’m going to do you a solid. You’re welcome. I’m giving one away. Amy’s gonna sign it.

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After you read Lemongrass Hope, you’re gonna want to pick Amy’s brain. So I’m doing you another solid. I picked a little for you. Here’s an interview with Amy, about allthethings.

What’s your undergrad degree in?

Double major in English and Philosophy (Correct, I clearly had no plans OTHER than going to law school with that combo J)

Where did you go to law school? Any particular emphasis while there?

George Washington in DC – I actually focused on regulatory work while there – and clerked for two years for the American Petroleum Institute while in law school, doing a LOT of regulatory work in those days. But then I got a federal clerkship after graduation with the Court of Federal Claims and from then on – I ONLY wanted to be a litigator.

Did your law degree require a paper (if you didn’t do a “note” for a journal) and what was your topic?

So it wasn’t for Law Review or a Journal – but during my Third Year, I wrote a comprehensive paper for my Products Liability course about the National Childhood Vaccine Act, evaluating whether the completely innovative and unique program would work for ANY other mass tort claim(s) in the US – and concluded that it would not. I sent my paper (and a resume) to the Court of Federal Claims, and subsequently was offered a 2-year clerkship with the Chief Special Master of the Court – Hon. Gary Golkiewicz – who had essentially spearheaded the entire Vaccine Court since its beginning. That was an amazing and formative 2 years.

What did law school teach you about writing? How has it lent itself to fiction writing? Non-fiction?

My legal writing background has been instrumental to writing non-fiction, but frankly, I didn’t expect my legal writing background to lend itself to fiction. Yet, the truth is – it has …

In the legal world, writing (and evaluating issues) from different perspectives and different points of view is imperative … and in fiction – writing from differing points of view and differing perspectives is a much more interesting event, and one that I gravitate to. Most likely because of my training and background.

Of course, finding my own voice – apart from those of my clients – was a crucial step in making the leap from legal writer to fiction writer.

I feel layering themes is a writing skill lawyers at which lawyers are adept (my opinion). Any thoughts on this? Lemongrass Hope has multiple themes. Did you weave the themes intentionally as you went along, or did you emphasize each theme during different writing sessions?

Yes, I wove all of the various themes intentionally. Writing for me is a very reflective process. I am always thinking about the scenes, the themes, the characters. Even when I’m not physically writing. (My current work-in-progress is evolving in exactly the same way.) And I thought to myself during the Lemongrass Hope writing process: this theme of fate or destiny vs. choice has to affect decisions (e.g., medical, professional, etc.) other than love to create a complete story. Also, Kate needs to be challenged on her ideas of motherhood. And so does the reader. And thus, the layers began.

And, you know … I never really focused on how important my legal writing background was to the “layering” task until right now. Legal briefs are written with multiple arguments, competing arguments, alternative arguments, all layered together to create one theme, i.e., “PICK ME!” Thirteen+years of writing legal briefs has obviously bled into my fiction writing as well! J

My favorite line from Lemongrass Hope is “[c]hildren are hope.” Any expansion or backstory on this? And can we get Jill to make us a cuff that says this? 🙂

Oh, yes! Well, you know, Kate is a fictional character, but I happen to agree with many of her views on motherhood J I think having children is about the craziest thing any person or 2 people can actually do – it is courageous and brave and nuts and above all – a supreme act of optimism.

Your latest is a non-fiction piece, Lawyer Interrupted. What was the inspiration for this? What’s your best piece of advice for law students trying to decide what to do after law school?

Lawyer Interrupted came about from a phone call I received from an agent while I was finishing Lemongrass Hope. She said (essentially): hey, that’s very nice that you’re working on a novel and all, but really, what I think you should do is pitch a book to the ABA about successfully transitioning from the law. Hint, hint.

And I realized on the spot that she was describing the book I’d been wanting to write ever since I turned out the lights in my 42nd floor office in Times Square!

After researching and interviewing for Lawyer Interrupted, I have to say – the most important thing for graduating law students to realize is that the law degree is the most versatile asset they now own. Go work for a big law firm if that’s what you want to do. But if you don’t – there are options. Lots of options. A reader of Lawyer Interrupted recently said “There’s a profound honesty in the book that is liberating.” The knowledge that – because the ABA itself has greenlighted this project – this book will arrive in the laps of so many who really need its honesty is the true inspiration for Lawyer Interrupted.

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lawyerinterruptedphoto2 (1) Amy is a reformed corporate litigator, former start-up executive, and award-winning author. Amy’s first novel, Lemongrass Hope (Wyatt-MacKenzie 2014) , was a 2014 INDIEFAB Book of the Year Bronze Winner (Romance) and a National Indie Excellence Awards Finalist. A favorite with bloggers and book clubs, Lemongrass Hope was named the #1 reviewed book in 2014 by blogger, The Literary Connoisseur.

Amy is also the author of the non-fiction book, Lawyer Interrupted (ABA Publishing 2015), and numerous essays and articles that have appeared in online and print journals including: The Huffington Post, ABA Law Practice Today, The Glass Hammer, Divine Caroline, Skirt! Magazine, and more.

Amy is a Tall Poppy Writer and a volunteer for the Women’s Fiction Writers Association. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, three kids, and one energetic weimaraner, where she is currently hard at work on her next novel, Secrets of Worry Dolls.

 

 

Sneaky Jesus

I recently heard this phrase on an interview with a Christian book launch expert. In talking about the types of Christian writing she talked about books that put scripture front and center. And then she talked about books that weren’t scripture focused, but the story was centered around it. #SneakyJesus.

I got real excited. One, because the phrase is catchy. Two, because I thought, “Finally. This is where Lilly fits.”

Let me back up.

Lilly has trouble fitting in. In the publishing industry, everyone wants to quickly and efficiently put you on a shelf, in a category, in a specific genre. It makes booksellers’ lives easier when they can direct you to exactly what you want. It makes publishers’ lives easier when they can tell booksellers where to put you.

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If you know Lilly, you know putting her on a specific shelf is hard. She’s not one to stay put anyway. I’ve had several agents on my journey and a lot feedback from publishers. They kept wanting to box her in. #runLillyrun

“Make it more a mystery.”

“Make it more a romance.”

“It’s a little too Southern.”

“Could you put in some more y’all’s?”

“There’s not enough sex.”

“There’s too much cussing.”

“There aren’t enough dead bodies.”

“There’s too much Jesus.”

“There’s not enough Jesus.”

For the love of Pete.

(For the record, I don’t know who Pete is, you’ll have to ask my grandma. But he sounds dramatic, which is always a plus in my book.)

The MisAdventures of Miss Lilly, by industry standards, are not romance novels. There is no sex on page 112.5. Lilly’s not looking to be rescued and the kind of guy that would “complete” her doesn’t exist that I know of. It’s my hope that she grows up enough to be in a healthy relationship. With a hot guy. #Goals

The MisAdventures isn’t really a “mystery series.” Yes, there are some things to figure out, and some things that seem mysterious. But the typical formula isn’t followed, and the mystery isn’t the driver.

Is it Christian fiction? Well, judging by the hate mail I got when I submitted it as such, I guess probably not. Someone told me I wasn’t a true Christian because I allowed Lilly to call Cash and Van jerks. Let’s be real here, people: I love Jesus. Sometimes I act like a jerk. And sometimes, as a Christian, I can recognize when other people are being jerks. And I don’t think it’s bad to call that crap like I see it. That’s the beauty of Brooks, anyone on the street can tell you: “Hey, I love you, but you’re being a jackass, bless your heart.”

Is it edgy Christian fiction? I’ve been told it’s not edgy enough. Not enough blood and guts and mysticism and crap like that.

So, in an effort to stay true to the point of this series, I walked away, and decided to do it Lilly’s way. Which is the way of the truth. We all know she’s about the truth.

I didn’t publish Lilly myself so I could have total control. Well….

I didn’t publish Lilly myself so I could stick my friends on the cover. Well….

I didn’t publish Lilly myself so I wouldn’t have to give any royalties to people in Nu Yawk City. Well…

Well… maybe all those things. But I did it myself, so I wouldn’t have to compromise. Lilly’s not the kind of girl to have sex on page 112.5. She’s only uses a bad word when the situation totally calls for it. But sometimes the situation calls for it, and watch out. And she loves Jesus. And she gets lost. Just like the rest of us. Having her be too perfect would be disingenuous. Having her full of fatal flaws with no opportunity to have morals and to make a good decision, also not truthful.

She’s a person. She loves God. And she cusses. And makes bad decisions. And good ones. And is kind. But can also be a jerk.

But back to Sneaky Jesus:

I got real excited when I heard this phrase. It made me feel validated. That Lilly might actually have a place in the world of publishing. That someone else had coined what I was trying to do.

And then it hit me, again, how much she doesn’t fit.

No one is going around throwing out scriptural tidbits in Brooks. And least not in a Chapter and Verse sense. But Lilly’s Jesus? He ain’t sneaky, y’all. She’s learning lessons left and right, and it pretty much takes her getting whacked on the head to get a clue.

My Jesus? He doesn’t sneak up on me. He’s like a two-by-four right between the eyes. Because I’m an idiot. And I’m human. And here’s the thing. To be sneaky, I think, would imply that He’s not always there. All. The. Time. I get what the speaker was saying. And I understand. But…

There’s nothing sneaky about Lilly, this series, or Jesus. There is cussing. There is shooting. There are bad decisions. There is grace. There is forgiveness. There is falling. There is getting up. There is love.

But front and center, always, there is Jesus. Now Lilly and the gang may be too human to actually see Him all the time, but there’s nothing hidden about it. Kind of like Fae Lynn’s personality and Tally’s boobs.

Someone told me that it would be hard for Lilly to arrive at some of her growth without some cussing. I completely agree. Growth is hard. It is sweaty, uncomfortable, and ugly. You can’t put it on a shelf, in a particular section of a bookstore.

To those that say there’s too much and not enough Jesus, I laugh. I can’t control Jesus. Any more than I can control The Posse or Cash Stetson. Those people are nuts. But Jesus loves them. And I do too.

And bookstores… if you can’t figure out where to put The MisAdventures of Miss Lilly, call The Posse, they’ll build you a special shelf, front and center. Nothing sneaky about that.

What about you? Your Jesus sneaky? Or does he just smack you with the truth in the kindest way possible? Let us know in the comments below.

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We’re Having a Party!!

Instagram:Twitter party AdMy lovely cover models decided they needed a party. And we agreed with them! So Friday, July 24th, come and go starting at 5:30 at the Municipal Armory Building in Tahlequah, Oklahoma.

There will be giveaways featuring signed books, custom designs from Harriet and Hazel, and one of those cute little cuff sets from Rustic Cuff. We’ll have photo ops, good music, and there will be tons of pretty people. Has all the makings of a good party! Bring yo mama, yo kids, yo aunt’s, uncle’s, sister’s hairdresser’s dentist. Come one, come all to an evening of revelry as we celebrate!

 

These Boots Are Made for Butt-Kickin’ Soundtrack Release

For your listening/viewing pleasure. With commentary! You’re welcome.

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1. “Before He Cheats”Carrie Underwood

           Because, duh. This is The Posse’s theme song.

2. “Crazy Ex-Girlfriend” – Miranda Lambert

         Oh Miranda. I’m sure in real life you and Lilly would be “like this.” Miranda is what Lilly listens to whenever Cash is around.

3. “Buy Myself A Chance” – Randy Rogers Band

       Everyone’s favorite, infamous, gambling addict is safely tucked away in rehab. But he’s always working an angle. No  matter where he is.

4. “I Can’t Tell You Why” – Eagles

      This is what Lilly usually says when she’s talking about Cash.

5. “Wildest Dreams” – Taylor Swift

      I like to think of this as Spencer’s anthem. Because he’s tall. And handsome as heck.

6. “Only Prettier” – Miranda Lambert

     Y’all know The Posse is just like your group of friends. Except scarier. With bigger hair. And itchier trigger fingers.

7. “Somethin’ Bad”Miranda and Carrie

    One of my favorite scenes in the book is when Lilly & Co. head to the city. I gotta real good feelin…

8. “You Can Take The Girl Out of The Honkytonk (But You Can’t Take The Honkytonk Out of The Girl)” – Brooks and Dunn

      Tally’s theme song. High level truth.

9. “Songs About Rain” – Gary Allan

      It won’t stop raining in Brooks. Everybody’s going a little crazy.

10. “Oklahoma Breakdown” – Stoney LaRue

        Lilly’s current mental state. Bless her heart.

11. “Notorious” – Duran Duran

         Spencer likes to listen to weird music driving around Brooks. He blasts this.

12. “Lips Are Movin'”Meghan Trainor

        You’ve met Cash, right?

13. “Jesus Is Just Alright With Me” – The Doobie Bros.

        Lilly pretty much needs to hear this every day.

14. “Turn on the Radio”Reba McEntire

       So many classic Reba’s. But I chose this newer one. Because OMG, this video. Nothing better than creative justice. I think The Posse would approve.

15. “Set Fire To The Rain” – Adele

       Lilly’s trying. Real hard.

16. “Faster Gun” – Little Big Town

         Just yes.

17. “Tired of Getting My Butt-Kicked” – The Bellamy Brothers

        No explanation needed.

 

 

Rustic Cuff Giveaway!

Got your attention? You saw that right, we’re giving away a specially-designed, few-of-a-kind cuff done by Oklahoma’s own Rustic Cuff.

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Could it be anymore awesome?!

Let me tell you the story:

I walked into the Rustic Cuff showroom intent on buying something super-cute to give away. They have a cuff signifying home. And a cuff touting boots. In addition to a million and two other adorable choices. I counted. You’re welcome.

But when I told the lady who greeted me that my plan was to give away a cuff to my readers and that they were the kind of kick-butt chicks who rocked cowboy boots anytime, anywhere, she told me to hold on.

And then came back with the designer and owner, Jill Reamer Donovan. Jill‘s a former attorney who used to teach at TU Law so we have a few things in common. And I have a #girlcrush because she basically started an insanely successful business from scratch, in her guest room, while her babies were sleeping. Based on what she herself wanted. #goals

Jill told me the story of one of first cuffs, where she had outgrown her favorite pair of cowgirl boots after babies arrived. I almost cried right then and there, y’all. So she did what any smart, savvy woman would do. She cut them up and made jewelry. The best part? Years later she found that same cowhide in New York City on a buying trip. And now? She made two custom cuffs in the spirit of The MisAdventures of Miss Lilly for me to give away to you. One cuff we’ll give away online, this week. The other? You’ll have to wait and see.

 

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