What does J.M. Kelley do when she’s not
That’s a frightening question to ask someone like me, mostly because I can never give one solid answer. My interests and obsessions are an ever-changing mess, so imagine the chaos in my own head.
Music is my main passion, outside of writing. Now, don’t lump me in with all the music snobs you know. I have my preferences and I have my musical convictions, but your average music snob would probably scoff at my iTunes collection. Queen is the ultimate in rock, in my world. Freddie Mercury is my god. I love hair bands, anything from the eighties, anything with some edge. Sure, hair bands are an obvious conclusion for me, but I also have a heck of a punk/new wave addiction. Then again, I’m quite open to new sounds and styles, and love discovering a band or musician I didn’t know about.
Because of this, I decided recently I really should know how to play the electric guitar…and on a visit home, my brother who is actually musically inclined, unlike me, was kind enough to set me up with a guitar. So, I’m fumbling through hideous renditions of Smoke on the Water and American Woman. I’ll bet my neighbors in the apartment below love me.
I am also the kind of person who can’t stand being indoors for long. I’m not athletic, but I love a little low-impact hiking. However, my true call in nature is to sit my tush by any body of water. The beach is my zen, as is a beautiful little lake located nearby. I often feel like I’m slacking off, when I find myself kicking up my heels yet again and doing nothing but watching the mountains in the distance. However, I was informed by a wise person that the biggest waste of time is feeling guilty about taking time to breathe. So I stopped fretting, and am learning to breathe.
I can’t go without pointing out that I love to read. I truly do not get enough time to do that. I am finishing up Dead Ever After by Charlaine Harris, and am mulling over tackling some Stephen King classics again. Stories like It and The Shining…it’s been a very long time since I’ve read them. Sad, don’t you think?
Oh, my weirdest pastime is being a weather geek. Nobody understands it, and I usually get blank stares and eyerolls when a storm is approaching, and there are witnesses to my twitchiness. Now, my mother was always terrified of storms, so that rubbed off on me as I grew up. I still get a bit nervous when I see a big one building up, but I am equally fascinated. I am obsessed with getting a fantastic shot of a lightning bolt, so I end up acting as an amateur storm-chaser, driving around with radar on my iPhone, and my camera at my side. Unfortunately, storms like to die out when they get to my area, so I may have to find new chase territory so I can finally get my shot.
Is this a good point to put the question out to y’all (I’m so Southern now) following the tour? I’d love to hear hobbies and leisure activities you participate in. I can never have too many ideas for relaxation, after all!
Who is J.M Kelley?
Three years ago, native Pennsylvanian J.M. Kelley packed her bags and moved south. Now, the wannabe Carolina Girl can’t speak a single sentence without adding the word y’all at the end of it, and regards a blast of snow flurries as a doomsday-level event. When the day job allows, and when she can pull herself away from George Takei’s Facebook fanpage, she likes to go on writing jaunts to her favorite lake, or a local coffee shop with delicious shakes and questionable Wi-Fi connections.
J.M. Kelley is a proud recipient of a Carrie McCray Memorial Literary award, and is a member of The South Carolina Writers Workshop and Romance Writers of America (PAN). Readers interested in more information may visit her website at www.jmkelleywrites.com.
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Janie McGee, the black sheep of her family, is free-spirited, uninhibited, and never one to stay in the same place for too long. When Janie learns her father, Joe, is gravely ill, she reluctantly returns home to rural Pennsylvania to care for him. Joe’s neighbor, David Harris, sports a pocket protector, collects coins, and is addicted to Antiques Roadshow. Everything about him rubs Janie the wrong way, from his nerdy wardrobe to his enviable friendship with Joe. And to make matters worse, her father thinks they’re perfect for each other, proof positive of how little Joe knows his own daughter…or so Janie thinks.
A shared devotion to the elder McGee begins to close the gulf between Janie and David, but a burgeoning romance opens the door to new problems and unexpected consequences neither could foresee. Joe, however, remains steadfast in his resolve to show Janie that Daddy knows what’s best for his little girl. Can Janie finally open her heart to David while watching the first man she ever truly loved fade away?
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Before he even opened the door, David knew something was off. Late night visitors, in his experience, rarely brought good news. When the visitor turned out to be Janie, his heart leapt into his throat. “Janie,” he said when he threw open the door. “What’s wrong? Is Joe okay?”“Yeah. He’s fine.” Relief hit him so hard he took a step back and leaned against the doorjamb.“You scared me.”“I didn’t mean to.” Janie rubbed her hands up and down her arms and looked over her shoulder. “It’s cold out here. Mind if I come in?”“Oh. Right.” David gestured for Janie to enter. “Come inside.” He followed when she slid past him and walked into the living room.“It’s late.” As if she needed to tell him. The atomic clock on the wall, a Christmas gift from his mother, showed the time at almost two in the morning. Janie stood in the middle of the room and focused her gaze on the bookcase in the corner. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”“I was reading. A little too wired to sleep, I guess.” David moved up behind her and raised a tentative hand to her shoulder. “Are you sure everything’s okay?”The sound of his voice jolted her out of her thoughts and she jerked her head toward him. Her movements were stunted. Wooden. “Ever have one of those moments when you’re convinced you may float away, and no matter what you do, you can’t keep yourself grounded? And you need to hang on tight to something until the sensation passes?”Whatever was going on, he thought, she was not in a good place. David gently spun Janie toward him and gazed at her. “Tell me what you need from me.”Janie closed her eyes and lowered her forehead to David’s shoulder. “Ground me, David,” she whispered and laid her hand on his chest.
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