Isn’t It Romantic

“Isn’t it romantic?” would probably not be the phrase those looking outside in the Cain household would’ve said about this Valentine’s Day but it actually was probably one of the most romantic we have had as a couple. I know this would be true as a married couple as it’s our first together since our wedding in August. After twenty-five Valentine’s Days together, we had slowly fallen out of truly celebrating the day of love. This year we had both secretly decided to surprise the other with a little gift. I always carry my laptop with me in case I find some time to write. Most of the time this is at a local little coffee shop for an Americana and quiet time to write. Yet you may find me pecking away in between clinic patients or during lunch. My wife (boy, do I still get all giggly inside when I call her that) had noticed my latch had broken on my messenger bag so for the Day of Love she ordered me a new Kenneth Cole one. As if that didn’t blow me away, she had a fleu-de-lis painted with Who Dat and Geaux Tigers on it to hang in my office. Yes, as with any true Who Dat fan, my heart was a wee bit deflated with the end of our football season. Speaking of…”How ’bout ‘dem Saints!” As for me, I surprised her with a pair of Brooks tennis shoes. Oh wait, I think I just lost you. No seriously! You just have to know me and us to know that was extremely romantic on my part. I never…shall I repeat…NEVER buy her Brooks. I wear tennis shoes if there is a purpose for them, ie: I’m playing a sport. Geanie wears them as her preference in footwear and she loves the not-so-inexpensive Brooks. They are her favorite. Generally on Valentine’s Day I would buy her the traditional “romantic” gift. When she opened this year’s, she kept saying over and over “I can’t believe you got me Brooks!” As if I hadn’t knocked it out of the park with the shoes, her card had a picture of a slice of bacon and an egg on it with the inscription of “We go together like bacon and eggs”. Ok so maybe I definitely just lost you with that one. Guess what though? It played our wedding recessional song, Happy Together by The Turtles, when you opened it. Come on now–that is romantic! Speaking of our wedding day and Valentine’s, here’s a few pics that show why that song fit us. It truly is romantic.

“Happy Together” by The Turtles

“Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night, it’s only right
To think about the girl you love and hold her tight
So happy together”

“If I should call you up, invest a dime
And you say you belong to me and ease my mind
Imagine how the world could be, so very fine
So happy together

“I  can’t see me lovin’ nobody but you
For all my life
When you’re with me, baby the skies’ll be blue
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it had to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me”

About Me

My New Year’s Resolution for 2015 was to write the story that was swirling around in my head and submit if for publication. I didn’t really know where I would go from there but I knew I had to get it down on paper. When I finished the first draft, I reached out to a publisher I knew about from my circle of writer friends. I contacted them for a description of their publication guidelines but instead they picked up the story to publish. They were patient and kind with the lack of knowledge I had toward anything writing or publishing. See, I’m a science brain. My education was in medicine. Let’s just say there was a learning curve. But again, it was something I was drawn to do. My first book received more positive recognition than I ever dreamed would happen. It was an incredible feeling. Yet what I enjoyed most were the readers who contacted me to say how the book touched them. How it brought out so many emotions for them. They relived memories of their own personal strength or perhaps read their own life’s struggles to realize they weren’t alone in choices they did or didn’t make. Those emails and messages were the best part of writing.

Bayou behind my family home

Shortly after my second book was published, my life started to see changes. Those changes continued in a downward spiral until New Year’s of 2018. Boy, I have something about New Year’s, don’t I? Anyway, it was then I relinquished the misconception of control of my life and started the path of another journey. This one opened my eyes more than any in my life before. It was a long two years or more of heartbreak, struggle, loss, surrender, strength, joy and “knowing”. On the other side of all of it, I’m a different person. I’m on my path of what I call the mind, body and soul. When the clouds cleared and the sun broke through, I wanted to return to my writing. The problem was…I wasn’t the same person which meant I wasn’t the same writer. The resistance from this was so powerful that I couldn’t find the keys when I sat down to write “After the Storm”. I no longer wanted to take the story where I had told the publisher it was going. I wanted something different for all of us: me, Rayne, Sam. So, my publisher and I negotiated a closure of my contract which freed me to take the story where I wanted it to go. I started at the beginning and took my new tone back to the pages. The revised edition of When It Raynes was released the last weekend of January 2019. I have again been humbled and thrilled with the responses I have received. I am currently revising “It Pours” for publication with “After the Storm” to follow.

Cuddles with my little sleeping boy, Remi

Now that you know all of that…who the heck am I? Well, that’s a tough question to answer in a short blog but I’ll sum it up the best I can. I’m a south Georgia transplant with strong Louisiana roots. I’m a wife, a mom, a PA and some say writer. I grew up fishing the bayou, picking the garden and riding three-wheelers. Oh yeah, total tomboy! If I wasn’t outside I wasn’t happy. Come to think of it, I’ve not changed much at all. When I’m not trying to find little hidden pieces of time to write around my busy family and work life, I’m outdoors. This may be piddling in my garden, kayaking, hiking, camping or maybe just sipping a glass of red wine on my porch.

I am very grateful to previous readers who have stuck by me and those new readers who have invested in the series to join along with me. So, please do not hesitate to contact me!

Cover photo Underneath a Louisiana Bridge taken and given to me by Jamie Gray

“That there’s an RV”

Around this time last year, we bought a RV. It had always been my retirement dream but as I watched how incredibly fast my son was growing, I realized I wanted to experience these things with him before he moved off to college. I have not regretted it for one minute. Okay, that’s not entirely true. The first few weeks after purchase I woke up with two am buyer’s anxiety that was pretty wicked. 

Let me tell you–camping is not for the faint of heart!

Home on wheels in the Badlands National Park
Home on wheels in the Badlands National Park

There is a huge learning curve to everything camping. Did I mention huge? Think back to the infamous scene from the movie “RV”. You remember the one…the septic hose one. Yeah, that one. I will proudly admit I have never come close to anything like that (thank goodness!) but somehow in the delegating of duties, I became “septic girl”. As of yet, I’ve been unable to renegotiate the terms of this arrangement with my wife and my son has shown no interest in learning the skill.

With our lessons somewhat learned, we set out on our first long distance adventure. 

Grand Teton National Park

In June of last year, we left Georgia with South Dakota and Wyoming in our sites. Eighteen days and over five-thousand miles later we returned. The time in between by far has become one of my most fondest memories. I was most surprised by the difference of terrain between the regions as we drove through. That and well, corn. We should never ever run out of corn! If I had to narrow down a favorite place, I would say it was the Grand Tetons National Park. The wildlife, trails and sheer beauty were unmatched. We happened to drive up on a mama bear and three cubs. For several long minutes, we were the only vehicle on the road. Watching them was pretty darn amazing! Second was South Dakota. We loved the Badlands, Custer State Park and the Black Hills. This one was a shock to us. Things happen for a reason, you know? If it hadn’t been for the conference I attended I do not think South Dakota would’ve been on our radar for the near future. Yet all three of us want to go back! And third, I would have to say was Yellowstone National Park. I know…I know. It’s crazy. Seeing Yellowstone was my childhood dream and it falls last on the list. Don’t get me wrong, it was incredibly beautiful and interesting with it’s volatile terrain but the other’s touched a place in my soul.

Mama bear and her cubs

The trip was better than my expectations have ever taken it. The closeness of our family was more than we had experienced before. I think of our trip every time I see the commercial of the family taking off in the SUV with the aunt on the phone saying to give her flying over driving any day. Yep “what can I say, we like to drive”. The next adventure awaits…Georgia to the New England states in just a few short months. I’ve gotta get to planning!

Grand Tetons National Park

Cover photo Yellowstone National Park

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When It Raynes

Rayne Amber Storm finds her serenity on the waters of her Louisiana bayou. The moss-covered cypress trees are a canopy of protection for the thoughts that are her own. Slowly, a gentle, insistent ripple of difference stirs within her. A ripple that leads her away from her mother’s Southern Baptist values to thoughts that betray the very core of what she believes is right and wrong. When she leaves the bayou for medical school the ripple expands until she is knocked unsteady by a powerful wave in the charismatic Samantha LeJeune. But when tragedy strikes back home, the pull of cross currents traps Rayne in what seems an insurmountable struggle between her heart, which now knows the true meaning of happiness, and doing what she has been taught all her life. Is she strong enough to keep navigating through unfamiliar but thrilling waters or will she give in and paddle down the path of least resistance?

When it Raynes was originally released in the General Contemporary genre of lesbian fiction for which it received a 2015 Rainbow Awards Honorable Mention and was a 2016 Golden Crown Literary Society Finalist for the Ann Bannon Popular Choice Award. For as proud as CD Cain was of the story, she always felt she left something missing from the original publication. So, she went back to the keyboard and revised the powerful love story of Rayne and Sam to publish as a Lesbian Romance with Fleur-De-Lis Books.  

“I was excited for an excuse to read this book again and could hardly wait for its release, as this is one of my favorite reads. The book is more intense this time around, and I couldn’t help but fall even more in love with the story and the characters.”

The revised edition of When It Raynes was released this weekend. Since its original publication, my life has seen heartbreaking losses and joyful gains. On the other side of these experience, I have changed. My heart has changed. My fingers upon the keys have changed in a way that I couldn’t find the words for After the Storm. When I went back to read When It Raynes, I realized I was no longer the same author nor had I given to my characters the voice I wanted them to have. So, I went back to the keyboard to revise the original version in the voice I now had for both myself and my characters. The story in itself remains the same but I hope anyone who wishes to revisit Rayne, her family and of course…Sam finds that their personalities flow from the pages.

“I could not put the book down. It has consumed my thoughts since finishing it. I immensely enjoyed getting to know Sam better. And as much as I loved Rayne in the first version, I liked her character even more in the revision.”