In the spirit of the tax free weekend, on August 4 and 5, 2018 INFINITY LINE on Kindle will be available for free (to a good home)!

But that’s not all. Act fast and you could also get the Kindle version of my debut, OR NOT TO BE, also for free on the same two days. (You know how the big sister wants what the baby gets, right? Well, ONTB heard IL was flying off the shelves and wants in. Can’t shut her up. Can’t have one book thinking the other is my favorite. They’re both my favorite. Good for you though: they’ll both be free. But only for TWO DAYS.)

So call your friends and your mom and sister and tell them to get these free books! While your kids are at school, perhaps you’ll have time to READ!

INFINITY LINE, just released on 8.1.18, can be found here.

front cover Infinity Line

In 2072, in a once vibrant metropolis on the eastern coast of what used to be America, biochemist Dr. Lorelei Fletcher hunts men.

In a world gone insane with hatred, somebody has to do it.





OR NOT TO BE, my debut from 11.11.14, can be found here.



Alive, Anna considered leaving her husband. Dead, she naively believes she has escaped this difficult choice.

How cruel for relationship problems to tag along to the dead side.


How serious must we be?

How serious must we be?

In a dire situation, on a sad day, in a long line, in a boring meeting where the guy beside you is napping and another is playing on his phone, during a stressful final exam–in any situation where it seems everyone else is serious, where it would be politically incorrect to chuckle, guffaw, or even crack a grin…did you ever?

My mind is playful. She thinks of funny connections between ideas. She is immensely entertaining to carry around atop my shoulders. She often tries to send these tidbits to my mouth, and sometimes they escape.

Such events may offend others, and for that I apologize. Perhaps a year ago, some of these random thoughts would’ve been called politically incorrect, but we all know the idea of political correctness has been slain. For an empathetic human, the escape of the funnies may cause embarrassment, regret, or maybe a twinge of guilt.

But later, after careful reflection, just remember that life is a quest for peace. For contentment. We yearn for and despair without the good feelings. And when we are submerged in all-encompassing anger and despair, and when hope seems lost, a subtle reminder to our hearts and minds of goodness, a taste of the sweet, is like a fresh breeze. It brings relief.

So when I obsess on Twitter, and follow a thread to the place where someone I’ve never met simply throws up their hands and spouts humor, I find hope for our species.

Our self-awareness and consciousness gives us a closed loop of think, rethink, look, listen, collect information, hold it up to our opinions, reshape and reanalyze our ideas, and continually mold ourselves. Social media lets us display our self-critique in public, if we are so brave, and our tiny tweets touch others, who react, respond, and send the wave of ideas out in more ripples. (The mathematical web is beautiful.) And then, unexpectedly, in the middle of a battle of good vs bad vs evil vs a blur of human emotion and gut responses, someone is funny. And when that happens, I laugh, and silently thank those brave funny people with a little heart, a click on the favorite, a pat on the back, and encouragement to share.

I periodically check up on (stalk?) a funny woman on Twitter who shares my birthday. She used to be hilarious. Now she is so sad and angry, I worry for her health. I hope she finds a way to laugh until tears wash away her sadness.

A friend told me he saw a play last week that made him laugh for hours. The entire audience roared with glee. Once you laugh, you want more, so the comedy is like a catalytic quip that cracks your stern shell and spills out the need for more and more addictive good feelings. (You are thinking of SNL right now, right?)

This week, try to find some funny. Don’t feel guilty for laughing. You could even BE the funny one.

And to all of my students studying for their exams and frantically trying to meet the homework deadline, have a good weekend.

Surviving chemistry

(Reblogged and revised from 2012 because nothing really changes.)

Dear Student,

You did your best.

In the face of all the stress and burdens that you must deal with in your life, you earned the highest grade you could.



The chemistry courses which I teach are challenging, but I did not invent chemistry. The depth and beauty of my favorite science, and the ability of our incredible human minds to comprehend it, are reasons to stand in awe of our world, our universe, and ourselves. I do indeed love chemistry and love teaching it. But I’m merely the happy messenger. I deliver the message of chemistry to students like you who choose to take the course. I lay it at your door. You can pick it up and cradle it and grow it into full understanding. Or you can kick it to the curb. Your choice is not in my control.

If you earned an A or B in your chemistry course, feel proud and hold your head high because you have climbed the cliff and tackled a higher order of thinking than rote memorization: you learned to think. You faced down the impossible and succeeded. I stand in awe.

If you did not do quite so well, you likely feel frustrated. Looking for blame. Casting around, pointing that finger. This is understandable, even expected. It is a normal human reaction to disappointment. Let it fester and go ahead and vent: whine and complain to people who will listen, who will nod and rub your back and make you feel better.

They want to believe it wasn’t your fault. We all wish you did better, learned more, deepened the creases and wrinkles in your mind. We all want the same thing. We just don’t agree on how to get there.

Then, after a little rest, take a step back and look at your performance in an objective light and see it for what it truly is: you alone own your grade. Pick it up and take it with you. Hold that A up high like a trophy. Carry that D in your back pocket. It will always exist on your transcript. Under your name. You have full ownership. This will become clear as time passes, as your anger fades and your vision clears.

Don’t give up. Work hard. The prize called success is right around the corner.

Best of luck to all of you.

Writing Contest: Feedback is my PRIZE

Writing Contest: Feedback is my PRIZE

Feedback from a judge in the 23rd Annual Writer’s Digest Self-Published Book Awards was as lovely as a five-star review wrapped in a hug.

“Laura Lanni’s OR NOT TO BE has a fresh start. She jumps right into the intimacy of the Wixim family at the breakfast table and I completely connect with the main character, Anna. I was extremely impressed by the writing and the voice of Anna. There is nothing more important to me than to have sympathy for the main character and the author does this successfully.

Digging more into the novel, I am intrigued and interested when she dies. This really felt like a cross between women’s fiction and supernatural/time travel. It actually reminded me of PREMONITION, starring Sandra Bullock—which is a good thing! The connection between Anna and Eddie was strong and I was rooting for them to get together and when we find out that Eddie knows and understands how it works with Anna, I felt as though the tables turned on her! Now what?

This novel is well done and the character development is strong. The more you read the more information/history you get about Anna & Eddie. I empathized with both—yet felt frustrated at times for both. An intelligent novel—yet unusual. Overall, some of the strongest writing I’ve seen yet.”

One year later, 11/11

Today is the first anniversary of the release date of my debut, Or Not to Be.

This year has been not quite what I expected. More than I ever expected.

I learned that I have NO marketing skills. I can give my book away, but it’s hard to ask for money. This story sells without my help. I’ve done all I can, just by spending nine years writing it.

This year, I revised my next book, Infinity Line. I paid an editor and a proofreader to help, shined it up like a new penny, and sent it out on the terrifying query train. Now I’m just doing the slow-motion backstroke with my swimmies on while I wait for responses. If you’ve got any extra luck lining your pockets, send it my way.

I’m working on the next, next book, tentatively titled Advice to the Novice Kidnapper. I tried to outline it. Tried to make the characters follow my lead. They laughed at me and took off. I tried to write it as a thriller, but it morphed into YA with a male voice—a coming-of-age story like none I’ve ever encountered.

Once again, I’ve found this to be true: writing a novel is as intriguing as reading one. It’s a journey with twists and turns. As the writer, I must buy the gas and I get to work the pedals, but I’m not allowed to touch the steering wheel. What a ride!

Back to the star of this party.

Eleven months after publication of Or Not to Be, I read the story of Anna and Eddie again. I sat strapped to the aisle seat on a plane to Colorado, on my way to see my beautiful grandbabies. Beside me sat a college student who had forgotten her book and didn’t want to do her crossword puzzle. She watched me write an organic chemistry exam, and then watched me read my own book, not knowing I was the author. We talked about her fiancée, how smart he is, and how funny he’d think it was that she sat beside a chemistry professor. Then, she asked about the book I was reading. After giving her a brief overview, I asked if she’d like to trade—she could read my book and I’d do her crossword puzzle. She took the offer. She read the pages rapidly. When the plane landed, she gave my baby back and said she’d have to buy it. I couldn’t concentrate on my crossword puzzle with my book being read right beside me.

To celebrate the return of Anna’s deathday on 11/11, the Kindle version of Or Not to Be is free again for a couple days. Go to HERE to get yours.

And, please, tell a friend.