Follow Fest

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So today is Monday, September 23 (my nephew’s birthday!) and I’m participating in Follow Fest. It’s being hosted by the uber spectacular blogger and author Melissa Maygrove (you can catch up with her over at

The idea for Follow Fest is simple; it’s sort of a “cyber meet and greet”; you answer a few questions about yourself, drink a few cocktails, and mingle with other authors (okay, so the cocktails are totally optional).

If you’d like to sign up click here:

So without further adieu, here are the questions and my answers:

Name: Quanie Miller

Fiction or nonfiction? Definitely fiction. Aside from blogging, I can’t write nonfiction to save my life.

What genres do you write? Romantic comedies. And paranormal stories under another name.

Are you published? Not yet! But my debut novel, It Ain’t Easy Being Jazzy, will be released this October.

Do you do anything in addition to writing? I beta read for other writers.

Where can people connect with you? Here on my blog, of course, and here are other places you can find me hanging out online:






Is there anything else you’d like us to know? Aside from the fact that I make a mean jambalaya? Let’s see…well, I’d be willing to participate in release day activities for other authors (like posting covers, excerpts, author interviews, etc). I also welcome any comments or suggestions.

Well, that’s it! Thanks for stopping by! And please hop over to to meet some of the other authors participating in Follow Fest this week.



Fortune Teller Blog Hop!

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Today I’m participating in the Fortune Teller Blog Hop! It’s being hosted by Kayla Curry, author of the upcoming paranormal romance novel Where the Carnies Are. The rules were pretty simple: write about one of your characters meeting a fortune teller.

I decided to feature the character from my upcoming novel, It Ain’t Easy Being Jazzy. It’s a romantic comedy about a woman who secretly wants to get back together with her ex boyfriend and gets the shock of her life when he proposes–to her first cousin and bitter rival. You can read the blurb for the novel here

Unbeknownst to Jazzy, her love life is about to get a lot more interesting! So here we go!


I don’t normally chase men with tire irons, but that day, I found myself outside of 7-Eleven, running behind the guy who is normally asking for change. He accused me of trying to steal stuff out of his tent, I told him his shirt was so nineteen eighty seven, and from there it was on like popcone. He whistled and some of his cronies got in on the action. I broke out of there so fast I dropped my tire iron. Not my day.

I ended up cowering behind an old beat up Buick, surprised to see blinking lights across the street. A sign. Tina’s Palm Reading. It was either run in there or face the angry mob waiting by the hot dog vendor. And being the smart little cookie I am, I chose Tina. Now, I don’t know what I was expecting when I went inside. Maybe some incense. Maybe someone smoking ganja. Some gypsy music. But when I parted the heavy gold curtains I saw a woman wearing a purple headwrap with tiny hoop earrings all along her ears. She was eating a breakfast of champions (an apple fritter and a Heineken) and playing cards with an elderly woman. “Gin,” she said, laying her cards on the table and sitting back with her hands behind her head, gloating.

The elderly woman said, “Shit, Tina.”

“You know the rules.” The woman took off her earrings and Tina added them to her ear. The woman left, cussing to herself about Tina’s no good behind, and I stood there like an idiot, mesmerized by Tina with the purple eye shadow and enough earrings on one ear to open her own kiosk at the mall. She looked me up and down (probably wondering how I managed to get all of this behind in my skinny jeans) then dealt a hand for me. She nodded to the seat across from her. “Sit.” I did as I was told. “Apple fritter?”


She gave me one and then took a swig of the Heineken. We played, I lost, and afterwards she added my gold hoops to the never ending collection on her ear. When she was done with her Heineken she leaned in closer to me (I thought she was going to sniff my neck). She sat back and said, like she was shocked, “You have good energy.”

“Thanks. Wait—why do you sound so surprised?”

“Give me your hand.”

She grabbed my hand like we were going to arm wrestle. Her thumb went along every inch of my hand like she was looking for a secret compartment. When she was done playing thumb hockey with me she sat back, seemingly amazed. “I’ll be damned,” she said.


“Love square.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“A love triangle has three. Whatever you’re about to get into, it has four.”

“Can you tell me more?”

“For twenty bucks and a six pack I’ll tell you anything.”

“Would you look at the time?” I stood up then turned back around. “You wouldn’t happen to have an extra tire iron lying around, would you?”

“As a matter of fact I do.” She left the room and came back with one. “Thanks for the earrings.”

“You’re welcome.”

“And let me know how the love square turns out.”

“Will do.” I went to the door and saw the men by the hot dog truck, eating. Good. Maybe they wouldn’t see me coming. Holding the tire iron in my right hand, I headed full speed out the door, yelling like Braveheart going into battle. The men were so blindsided—and distracted by their hotdogs—that I was able to get through them and to my car in one piece. As I drove home I thought about what Tina said. Love square. Me? Yeah right! (It also dawned on me, as I was pulling into the driveway, that I’d left my apple fritter.)

That’s it! Thanks for stopping by and I hoped you enjoyed it! Here’s a list of all the participants:

Kayla Curry (Host)
Alyssa Auch
S. M. Boyce
N.R. Wick
Steve Vernon
A. F. Stewart
Linda Taylor
Tami Von Zalez
Quanie Miller
Ellen Harger
Deborah Nam-Krane
Erin Cawood
Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
Wendy Ely
Laure Reminick
Jen McConnel

Let Your Voice be Heard

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It’s the first Wednesday of September and you know what that means; it’s time for Alex J. Cavanaugh’s Insecure Writer’s Support Group. That’s right. Hundreds of writers are gathering today to share our insecurities and to offer words of encouragement and support to each other.

So here we go!

I’m guilty. Sometimes when I think of the novels I write I shrink back further into my seat, wondering why anyone would want to read them. I tell myself: but it’s not like this author’s book! Or that author’s book! And you know why?

Because it’s my book.

I was born into a family of funny and sassy women and most of the time when I write my main characters find themselves in hilarious situations, the whole while telling some poor, unassuming love interest just where he can stick it. They may end up in a restaurant shoot out. They may even disguise themselves to spy on a suspected cheating boyfriend and end up getting chased by a rottweiler. And when I’m writing these scenes I’ll tell myself but you can’t do that. And why not? Well, you just can’t. Who’s going to read it? It’s not like (fill in the blank)! What. Are. You. Doing?

There are millions of writers out there. Don’t worry about where your work fits (or doesn’t fit). Just write what’s in your heart and let your voice be heard.

Today’s note to self: stop obsessing about the writers you aren’t like and start nurturing the writer you are.

You can find a list of other IWSG participants here.