The Perfect Ad

Writing the perfect ad for your book is hard. I’ve been trying to come up with something for both of my novels for an ad and to be honest I’m having a hard time because you want your book to sell. What sells your book? A very well thought out ad. Something that catches the eye and draws you in. I must’ve changed the ad a gazillion times to try and get it right in my ear. I would run it over and over with my husband and he’s like yea try this or yea that sounds good. It’s really hard but it needs to be done. It’s my lively hood so I want to do right by it.

My first novel has a lot of sex, rape, love, & lesbianism in it. I know some of that is controversial but hey it’s what’s on my mind. People like to read that shit!

My second novel is about a girl that dies and comes back to life seeing spirits. Nothing like the first one but I like different! Wait until the sequel comes out.

Hopefully the ads work for both on Goodreads. Look me up if you haven’t already.

M. Rose Bushéy


So it’s Monday and I feel absolutely drained today. I kept waking up in the middle of the night, like a lot of times and I have these crazy vivid dreams. However, I am awake at the same time. I look over to where my closet is which doesn’t have a door, it’s just like a cloth that hangs in front  of it and I swear it changed, it just looks like something else. So then I fall back to sleep only to awake again and look on the other side of the room where there are a few things scattered on the floor like my slippers and my purse. I’m like looking at these items and one of them as been removed. I don’t know if I’m losing my mind or what. Oh and then I hear a whisper in my ear, “Hey.” I did not freak out, instead I just fell asleep. I know most people would freak out if they heard that but I feel like I’m so used to it because it does happen often.

When I was little I used to see things (this is actually true). Things that would freak you out, I’m talking ghosts. I remember being small maybe like 5 years old and seeing books fly across the wall that was in a huge bookshelf, which is funny because my parents still have that bookshelf. Anyways I used to see dead people (spirits). I never told anyone before, I think I was scared or ashamed or a little bit of both. It wasn’t until recently I let my parents in on the secret. So anyway when that would occur I would freak out, I freaked out for years until finally they stopped. I wouldn’t see them anymore but I still felt them around me. I remember moving to a different house with my parents and I didn’t think anything about those ghosts because I figured they were gone. Not until a few years later I used to hear voices calling my name and things falling on the floor. I became scared shitless again. I didn’t tell my parents I just let it continue to bother me. Eventually as I got older those things started to go away, it wasn’t until I moved in with my then boyfriend now husband that they stopped completely.

Then we decided to buy a house and within the first few days things were normal and I forgot about all the ghostly business until one morning I was sweeping the floor and I heard a man’s voice saying “hello.” I’m like oh boy here we go again, not another haunted house or ghosts following me around. I didn’t hear from that man again. I believe that spirits are out there and they try and contact you if you just listen. I try and welcome them nowadays but I feel like my brain has closed that part. The only time it does happen is when I sleep, I hear a voice in my ear when I’m half in and half out.

Okay that’s enough for today, you probably think I’m nuts but that’s okay. Everyone has their opinions 🙂 Hope everyone has a good Monday!