Saturday, August 30, 2008

Uber Busy

4600 words yesterday. Will update tomorrow. Thanks for the encouragement. Go team go!

Friday, August 29, 2008

Procrastination-3 / Writer-0

Day three of virtually no writing. I don't have writer's block. I don't believe in it. I've just been struggling with myself. Finally last night…at 11:30 (weird, huh--two nights in a row), I had a major breakthrough on the scene that’s been kicking my behind. I am so good to go now, you might not see a blog from me for days…

Okay, well maybe you will. And hopefully it will say things like: 6000 words!!!!

Anyway, last night…at 11:30 (sigh) I suddenly had the light bulb go off and I wrote seven pages by hand in 20 minutes. Hopefully, I can stay on track for the next ten days.

Sooooo…have you ever tried to download a Harlequin eBook? Don’t. I spent a half hour yesterday trying to download a book, then having to install new software even though I chose the Adobe format I always use, only to find out, I will ONLY be able to read the book online and cannot transfer it to my palm pilot to read on oh say…the treadmill. I’m torqued. Really really irritated. I’ve heard from a few people that transferring to the palm pilot isn’t the only problem. They can’t transfer to their eReaders either. I was very disappointed. To tell the truth, I love reading HQ Presents. Well, more time for writing, huh?

So what to read on the treadmill…hmmmm…

I ended up loading all of Carol Lynne’s Good Time Boys and Cattle Valley books onto my palm pilot. The good time boys are the forerunners to Cattle Valley so I figured I start there. Since I told Carol I’d write a Cattle Valley ménage book in November (in not for), I want to be up to speed with the town. Carol has already gifted me with two very tasty men and I’ve picked the woman to come speeding through their lives.

Well, that’s about it. I need to get back to the WIP.

Things to do today:

1. Take a walk

2. Surf the political websites and get a feel for the candidates.

3. Check out Never Forget at Mona Risk’s blog

4. Check out some crazy places for sex at Redlines and Deadlines.


Thursday, August 28, 2008

Eleventh Hour

Or is it the 23rd hour? At 11:30 last night I had a break through. Of course, 11:30 when it’s just about too late to do anything. I think I might have a book now… I’ll know by the end of the day or back to the drawing board.

Can I say something about downtown Grand Rapids…? There are a bunch of freaking idiots down there at one in the morning. Seriously. I don’t care how much you’ve had to drink—don’t walk in front of my car. Two nights in a row people! C’mon! Percentagewise, I think Grand Rapids has more bars downtown than any other city in the US.

I hate driving downtown as it is. Generally, I only venture there when literally forced. (The Y I attend is technically considered downtown, but it’s on the outskirts and right off a highway exit so I don’t count that) My husband, however, has a new job down there—with no real parking nearby sooooooo…I’ve been driving him back and forth. It’s not a bad drive but people down there… Guh!!!

So I got tagged for that meme thing but I’m not tagging anyone.

Six quirks:

1. I read the ends of books first. If I don’t like the ending—if I don’t think it’s spectacular, the chances of me reading the entire book are slim.

2. Sometimes when I’m thinking and staring at the computer, I pull my shirt up over my nose—maybe I’m trying to hide from the work…I have no idea why I do this.

3. I don’t like my food to touch…unless it’s biscuits and gravy with scrambled eggs then it all touches. As a child I made canals between the things on my plate.

4. I will work in the dark until someone turns on a light. I don’t notice it’s getting dark.

5. I never use measuring spoons for dry items when I’m cooking, and rarely for wet.

6. I bake my chocolate chip cookies with half the chocolate chips called for. I actually prefer the cookie part to the chocolate part because (don’t go into shock) I’m not a huge chocolate fan. Sometimes I like it, but mostly…meh. I also ALWAYS burn a batch or cookies on purpose. Those are my favourite ones. For the longest time, my husband would eat those because he felt sorry for me—until I yelled at him for eating the cookies I made for myself when there were a bazillion others for him. He was very relieved—this was last year so he’d been eating burnt cookies for sixteen years. I love that man.

I got a tasty review on Gentle Control yesterday. It’s from Romance Junkies. Here’s a bit:

GENTLE CONTROL is a surprisingly sweet yet sexy story that combines a dominant male, a submissive female, and the fiery passion that they cannot forget. Tempest, while submissive, is a force to be reckoned with. She is the perfect example of a character that prefers the submissive role, yet relishes the control she has in that role. I find Josh amazingly hot as he exerts his dominance. Tempest, while seemingly shy on the outside, has the perfect combination of steel and silk to create a perfect submissive, sexy, partner. Ms. Paulin combined two very appealing characters whose characteristics perfectly complement each other. GENTLE CONTROL sounds pretty appealing after finishing this hot read!

Things to do today:

1. Burn some lovely smelling candles. I’m a candle ho so I can lend you a few if you need them.

2. Make a sound track for your current WIP.

3. Visit Daisy Dexter Dobbs blog. Watch the video and have a good cry. I’ve cried every single time I’ve watched it. It’s a happy cry…don’t be scared. Daisy is one of my favourite authors. Her book Wednesday Nights With Jamie is a definite keeper and one of my recommended reads.

4. Check out Dakota’s Eye Candy. O.M.G.

BTW...the eye candy on my blog today is brought to you by Single White Knight. This is Toby.


Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Anyone Want to Plot a Book

So yesterday and today, I’ve spent a lot of time staring at a blank screen. I know what I should write. I have my complete premise, I have random ideas, I have awesome GMC (that’s goals, motivation and conflict) but together they’re not a plot. I’m probably stressing too much about this. The thing is…I always write with a solid plot outlined before me. I can write by the seat of my pants, so to speak, but I’m never comfortable with it and I do a lot of second guessing and fixing. That’s not cool.

So my task today: plot. It really is the proverbial 4-letter word right now. I can hear so many nay-sayers hissing and saying, “Plot? God no!”

I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve and I’ll be dragging them out…they’re the last ditch, spur my brain into action sort…

Enough whining about plotting. This week, I got a great review from Alternative –Reads for MASTER ME:

This is a wonderful BDSM story. It is the kind that is Masterful as well as tender. It touches the heart as well as other parts of the anatomy and creates many warm feelings.

BTW...the picture above is my latest "inspiration" page.

Things to do today:

1. Check out Cindy Spencer Pape’s blog about socialized beliefs and racism.

2. Check out Ellen Ashe’s cool contest.

3. Have some strawberry shortcake and taste summer while it lasts.

4. Try Mike’s Hard Pomegranate Lemonade—I want opinions.


Tuesday, August 26, 2008


I finished my book yesterday with a sprint to the finish line of 6067 words. It’s not the most I’ve written in a day, but a lot none-the less. I’m thrilled to finally reach the end. Today I start work on the next WIP. As promised, here’s a peek at In the Dark.

Born with a red blemish streaking her cheek, Katherine has been hidden her entire life. Even after her family perished in the plague, she did not emerge from behind the walls that protect her. With the help of a faithful servant, she is content to live as she’s been taught. However, her contentment ends when a band of men arrive to the castle in a cloud of dust. She’s horrified. And worried. And more than a little fascinated by the man who leads them, Calen the Black. While she spies on Calen from afar, her need to draw closer rages out of control until she sneaks to his room to experience his touch…for as long as they remain in the dark.

EXCERPT (unedited):

Northern Britain 1351
Panic rushed through Katherine Wolf, the only remaining member of Bryant the Wolf’s family, as she stared with astonishment through her window, high in one of the castle’s six towers. Along the road leading to her home, dust billowed into the sky—dust that was obviously coming from a band of oncoming riders. Moments later, eight black steeds carrying eight men came into sight. Four wore mail. Knights and their squires…

Katherine’s knees went weak.

No. They couldn’t be coming here.

But they were.

She watched in horror as the horsemen galloped towards the front gate. They stopped as if considering entrance, and Katherine willed them to depart with all her being. Of course, it wouldn’t work. She wasn’t a witch as some would suppose.

The rider who’d been in the lead held up his hand, signalling to the others to stop. Deftly, he leapt from his horse and pulled off his helm. He shook his head, loosening the damp hair which had been trapped under the metal. Katherine sucked in a breath as his midnight hair splayed in the wind then settled upon his wide shoulders. His black cloak swirled about him, displaying equally black garments below. His beautiful face lifted upward as he surveyed her home.

She quickly stepped backward for fear he’d see her watching him, though she was quite sure he wouldn’t be able to spy her. She pressed a hand to her middle. Men. Here at her home, the one place she’d always felt safe.

Lifting her fingers to her face, she covered her cheek and the rose-coloured streak she’d had since birth. Marked by the devil they said. She’d been cursed to never set foot from this place or else be burned as a witch.

But what was she to do now?

The men would never find this hidden chamber constructed by her grandfather to hide his treasures. It was likely they’d never find the hidden passages which gave her the run of the castle. She was rarely seen, but how long would that last before she accidentally stumbled upon one of the new inhabitants?

* * * * *

Calen the Black stared up at the fortress he’d been given as payment for his valiant services to Edward while in France. Payment? This fief was to be a punishment for his popularity in court. The king knew Calen would never undermine him, but he’d still banished him here to Warg, the castle of death. Some claimed it was haunted and as he saw movement in one of the towers, he wondered at that claim. No matter. No spirit would stop him from possessing his new home and urging the lands to once again flourish.

The degradation he’s seen on the ride to the castle had horrified him, but as in the rest of the land, the people had fled—or died—leaving the fields unattended. How much more so here with no lord to oversee them. The entire family of Bryant the Wolf, including Bryant himself, had succumb to the Great Pestilence.

Calen set his jaw, surveying the grey stone structure set against the mountains. It was a modern sprawling construction with six towers reaching into the clouds. A jewel to possess and a nightmare to tame. The death of so many within its walls, victims to an untameable disease sent apprehension clawing across his back.

“She’s a beauty,” Alaric, his highest ranking man and friend, commented as he moved to stand beside Calen. Calen realised belatedly that his companions had also dismounted as he’d stood there.

“Aye. She is.”

“What do you think of the King’s decree now?” Alaric asked.

“Clement. But he is well known for such.” He swallowed, not believing his words. Edward expected him to fail and perish here.

He would not.

Waving his hand, he beckoned the three men with him to move forward. He’d already sent men into the village to gather workers for the task ahead, but he and the ones with him could get started. “Alaric, come with me,” he ordered. “James and David, start a fire as we’ve discussed. When others arrive, direct them to gather water.”

Without waiting to see if his orders were followed, he crossed the fortress’s wide courtyard. James and David would follow his command without question and he felt his faithful companion close at his side. At the entrance to his future, he threw open the large wooden and iron doors, breathing shallowly of the air. It wasn’t as stagnant as he would have supposed. Either someone had made freely with his holding or there was a significant draught flowing through the thick walls. He was more inclined to suppose the former, rather than the later. The thick-walled structure seemed sturdy, though he knew there would be some draught—all castles had them, even Edward’s mighty home.

“Go with caution,” he urged quietly. “This place of death might not be as deserted as we suppose.” Vagrants? Robbers? He’d see either quickly evicted.

Light streamed through the doors to illuminate the great hall. He strode inside, taking in the heavy furnishings, stale reeds and mouldering wall-hangings while behind him Alaric open the two heavy, wood shutters covering large coloured glass windows on either side of the hall. Bryant had been wealthy to afford such, but wealth hadn’t saved him from death.

“All of it goes,” he told Alaric imperiously. “The tables, benches…” He pointed to the chairs where Bryant had his wife had no doubt sat for meals. “Those seats, the hangings, the reeds. I want the hall bare.”

“The heritage…”Alaric murmured.

“Not my heritage. A new era starts now.”

Things to do today:

1. Take a nap. A ten minute rest can do your body good.

2. Check your dairy intake. Osteoporosis isn’t pretty.

3. Check out Ashley Ladd’s blog about dreams.

4. Refocus you energy at Skylight Astrology.


Monday, August 25, 2008

He's a Guy

This is a long post so I’m starting with Brynn’s daily list of things to do first.

Things to do today:

1. Read all about Kaenar Langford’s travel to the fetish fair. I seriously didn’t know there was such thing. Kaenar’s posts are always entertaining. Check it out.

2. Go buy ALL THREE of total-e-bound’s new releases today. Carol’s books are always fantastic. I have personally read both J.P. and Aurora’s books and they are their best to date. In fact J.P.’s book is one of the best novels I’ve read this year. Get it. Devour it. Then turn around and read Aurora’s sweet little short. Hot but sweet. You won’t be sorry you did.

3. Take a look at promo items for RT. Starting early never hurts.

4. Water your plants – OMG! When was the last time I watered Fred!!!

I came across a song yesterday that made me smile…and it made me think. About writing. Imagine that. It reminded me of one of the things romance authors are most often guilty of: feminization of their heroes. Okay…yes, we want them to be the “perfect” men, but they’re men. This is one of the things I work very very very hard to get right in my books. I talk to men, ask them questions, read Men’s Health, read male psychology books. One things I decided way back when was to get it right.

I know there’s one thing I get wrong…one male critique partner told me straight out, but I’m not changing it. He told me my guys think too much. Okay. Maybe. Not turning them into cavemen types. Personally, I think 90% of the romance is head. You take away the hero thinking and you’re down to 45% and the kind of book that drives me nuts.

But I digress… Have you ever watched Bedazzled with Brendan Fraser and Elizabeth Hurley? I think sometimes we try to turn our heroes into that dolphin lovin’, sensitive artist boy. A nice thought and what we all think we want…but really who do we gravitate toward? The bad boys. The alphas.

Because we still want the guys we read about to be guys. Even if we don’t write alpha types, it’s good to remember that guys see things differently than we do. Yes, they think differently. I’ve learned this the hard way while I’ve been raising two boys. The phrase “what were you thinking” often comes to mind, then I remember…they’re boys. How I look at the world and how they look at the world are two different things.

I think this is important to remember in male/male books too. How easy is it to make one of the characters ultra-feminine. Really, if you’re gonna do that, why don’t you write a traditional m/f book? These are men. Yes, their sexual orientation is different, but they’re men. One must remember this, and I find a whole lot of authors don’t.

Back to the dolphin lover…it’s okay if your guy writes poetry, or is an artist, or is a nature lover or is a pacifist more intent on other’s feelings than his own (this last one by itself could totally cross the line to wuss), but can he be all of them and arouse the reader and keep her reading?

Something to think about. I’ve often questioned “Would a guy really think/do that?” We should all ask this.

Below, I’ve pasted that song that got me thinking. It’s I’m Still a Guy by Brad Paisley (author of some of the best guy songs in the world) . I think every romance author should read it before they sit down to write. He makes some very good points.

When you see a deer you see Bambi
And I see antlers up on the wall
When you see a lake you think picnic
And I see a large mouth up under that log
You're probably thinking that you're going to change me
In some ways well maybe you might
Scrub me down, dress me up but remember no matter what
I'm still a guy

When you see a priceless French painting
I see a drunk, naked girl
You think that riding a wild bull sounds crazy
And I'd like to give it a whirl
Well love makes a man do some things he ain't proud of
And in a weak moment I might walk your sissy dog, hold your purse at the mall
But remember, I'm still a guy

I'll pour out my heart
Hold your hand in the car
Write a love song that makes you cry
Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground
'Cause he copped a feel as you walked by

I can hear you now talking to your friends
Saying, "Yeah girls he's come a long way"
From dragging his knuckles and carrying a club

And building a fire in a cave
But when you say a backrub means only a backrub
Then you swat my hand when I try
Well, what can I say at the end of the day
Honey, I'm still a guy

I'll pour out my heart
Hold your hand in the car
Write a love song that makes you cry
Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground
'Cause he copped a feel as you walked by

These days there's dudes getting facials
Manicured, waxed and botoxed
With deep spray-on tans and creamy lotiony hands
You can't grip a tacklebox

With all of these men lining up to get neutered
Getting out of being feminized
I don't highlight my hair
I've still got a pair
Yeah honey, I'm still a guy

Oh my eyebrows ain't plucked
There's a gun in my truck
Oh thank God, I'm still a guy

Great song, huh? I loved it. I listened to it yesterday while I was writing. I’m still participating in Kelly’s Challenge. Yesterday I ended up with 5,613 words. Yes I’m counting every single one. No rounding for me. I’m less than 4000 off my goal for the week and I have a few days to go. I’ll hit the mark today and pass it.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

5000 Words Later

Chunking away at the latest WIP. Yesterday, I wrote 5000 words on the correct manuscript. That’s always a plus since my brain usually wants to work on something else when I have a deadline. If I stay on schedule, I’ll be done with the manuscript on Monday. Once I turn it in, I will most definitely be sharing the blurb (still to be written) and an excerpt. There's a new picture of my hero Calen to the left

Yesterday, I spent a large chunk of time at Panera writing my little fingers off. Can I say thank goodness for Panera? I love that place. Great food and great little writing space. I sat by the fireplace, put on my headphones and let my fingers fly.

I’m glad I did. Drama ensued as soon as I got home. My kids, you see, have an addiction to an online video game that I’m desperately trying to break. It’s not making me very popular. The second I walked in the door they started begging to go online. My answer was a big fat no. Yep. I’m not the one they love most anymore. I’m afraid my points in the poll will further drop when school starts and all video games and TV are banned during the school week. Being the mom…not an easy task.

And OMG…I have a high schooler!!!! My oldest starts high school next week. How did that happen? Kindergarten doesn’t seem all that long ago. The reality came sailing home this past week when we received the letter about 9th grade orientation. High school! I think I managed to sort of overlook and ignore this (and not feel so old about, lol) until now because he won’t be making a huge change to a new school. The school my kids attend goes from K to 12. He’ll have new teachers, new responsibilities, and new structure for his day, but he’ll be on the same campus in the same building where he’s been for the last three years. I think my hair is going gray just thinking about this.

Things to do today:
1. Check hair color.
2. Spend some time with your Maker.
3. Give your kids hugs. Holy smokes they grow up fast.
4. We all love Night Owl Romance. Go check out the interview with them on the Romance Books R Us blog.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

The Black Plague and Death

So, I spent a highly entertaining day yesterday writing about the plague as in “The Great Plague” also known as “The Great Pestilence”. It hit England in 1348 and decimated 30-50% of the population, including, in my case, my heroine’s entire family. She is the sole survivor.

As if this isn’t depressing enough, I then switched over to another book and killed off my hero's lover. It’s back story but the scene will appear in a flashback. It was heart-wrenching and cathartic.

Yep. It was all bunnies and puppies at my house.

In a bad mood? Me? No?

My husband was wise enough to leave the room. He can tell when something is amiss, smart man. He suggested I might want to go to the Y. It’s telling that he suggested this as a way to work off frustration because usually he suggests another means of relieving tension.

Sigh. Men.

Between the two books, I managed to write 2000 words today. Not bad, but not good. I’m starting two days late on Kelly’s challenge so I’m 4000 words behind. Tomorrow, I’ll make up some ground.

I’d probably be farther today, but I ended up working on my book of wonder pages today. These are inspiration pages. Usually I scrapbook them, but today I just used the computer to generate the page. An artist, I’m not, but I’m pleased with it. It's today's picture.

Things to do today:

1. Go to bed at a reasonable hour.

2. Check out Dakota's yummy blog.

3. Realize that it's not too early to start considering Christmas gifts, then put it off for a bit longer.

4. Lay in bed and watch cartoons like you used to as a kids.


Friday, August 22, 2008

Breathing and a review

Yesterday: Four projects completed. Yay! Now I can breathe a little. Today will be a slower day and I will be focusing (eventually) on my work in progress. Hopefully I will be able to share an excerpt of it tomorrow. First, some coffee.

I’m wondering, writers, do you plot or do you write as the story comes. It’s an age old question and debate. Which is better, what do you do…? I’d be interested in hearing your take on it. We all write such diverse stories, I bet we all have different methods.

I got a great review on Master Me yesterday. Let me share.

MASTER ME was one hot story. This reviewer fell in love with Max from the get-go. He is strong, sexy and every ounce a Dom. Ms. Paulin pulls you into the story from the first page. I found myself reading on and on to find out what would happen not only between Ana and Max, but with the contract she signed with Tyler.

This reviewer felt Ana was an intriguing heroine. As she struggles with her emotions I felt she was like a best friend sitting in my living room exposing raw feelings. These characters came out of the story and spoke to me…something that hasn’t happened in a long time. MASTER ME is part of a series but can be read as a standalone. If you crave stories of BDSM and D/s Ms. Paulin is an author I highly recommend. Be forewarned: Once you start you’re not going to want to stop, so make sure you have time set aside to read!

Things to do today:
1. Go to Anny Cook’s blog and check her sage words about walking in another’s shoes.
2. Read about red-hot Vampire betrayal at the Red Towel Fantasies blog. L. Rosario happens to have the same Rafael Lazinni addiction that I do, too.
3. Exercise a little for Pete’s sake. Who is Pete and why do I need to do things for him?
4. Light a candle, have a drink and let the ideas flow.


Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Another Day

Just a quick blog today.

After my speech yesterday, I have to admit there was no writing for me. I hacked away at two work projects until 1:30 in the morning. And resumed at 8 this morning. The projects, both quite lengthy, should be completed today. What a relief and sense of accomplishment that always is. Unfortunately, I don’t project one will be complete until the wee hours of the morning. So probably no writing today either. Tomorrow, that’s all I’m doing however. And Friday, too.

But first, I promised a favour to a friend—friend, I haven’t forgotten you and I will have my thoughts to you tomorrow. I hate putting the things I really, really want to do on hold. Like helping people out. Do you find yourself having to do the same thing? Is it just me? My husband thinks I’m a serious workaholic. I don’t know…

Things to do today:
1. Soak feet in apple cider vinegar for a half hour then exfoliate. Seriously great results. Really.
2. Go outside and breathe some fresh air. Fall’s coming. Can you smell it yet?
3. Check out the school supply situation. School’s coming. And writers, now’s the time to get some excellent bargains on our favourite stuff (YAY!!!)
4. Consider getting your hair trimmed. There are back-to-school sales there, too.
5. Check out Jennifer Armintrout's Query Letter 101. You're sure to get a laugh or twelve.
6. Check out Kelly Kirch's challenge. I'm up for it. How 'bout you?

Have a great day!


Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Buckle or Buckle Down

I buckled. Yesterday I was unmotivated to do anything but work on my new story. And you know what? I really like it. I only wrote about 2000 words on it, but I’m still happy with my progress. This one’s gonna be long, and I don’t know where it’s going to be sent. It’s not my standard erotic romance. That’s the scary thing… If it was the sort of thing I normally write, I have at least three places to send it. None would be guaranteed acceptances, but I’d feel more on level ground. The story isn’t letting me go, so we’ll see.

Today after work, I’ll be hard at work on the story I have to write. That makes it sounds as if I’m not excited by the story. I am. It’s just not what I feel like writing right now. I’ve learned that what I feel like doing doesn’t get the job done. It makes me scream a little when I read about needing to be moved by a muse in order to write or having to ‘feel’ like writing a story in order to complete it. Sometimes there’s something wrong with a story that needs to be fixed. Sometimes it’s just you undermining yourself. Sometimes you just have to make yourself DO IT. That sounds awfully hard line, but I have the experience to know about this. Of my last twelve books, I didn’t feel like it during at least half of the time I was writing eleven of them. Did I get them done? Yes. Did they turn out well? Yes. Did I have to fight for the first few paragraphs whenever I didn’t feel like it and then have to fix them later? Yes. Was it worth it? Yes, definitely yes. I’m a professional writer. Sometimes there are things I don’t want to do but I have to because I have to make deadlines. I missed a personal deadline for August first recently because I was over the top slammed with work and the guilt wasn’t worth it. I make myself work because I don’t need that disappointment in myself and the wonder about what would have happened if I’d just put on my big girl panties and done the work.

This seems to be in opposition to buckling yesterday and working on the story I wanted to work on rather than the story I need to work on. The difference there is that I know I have time to complete the have to story. And the new story is a bit of a have to story too – I’ve been promising myself for six months that I would write a more mainstream book. This is it. If I want to make that step forward, I have to do the work. Not want to. Have to.

Things to do today:

1. Go to the chat tonight at Literagasm. Carol Lynne, J.P. Bowie, and Sedonia Guillone will be discussing the Fabulous Brits anthology.

2. Go to Dakota Rebel's blog and check out her info on Promo.

3. Listen to some ABBA. It'll make you feel good. Better yet: see Mamma Mia. It rocks!

4. Find five minutes for 'Me Time'.


Monday, August 18, 2008

Monday, Monday, Monday

Things to do today:
  1. Go to the Literagasm loop tonight and chat with Ashley Ladd about her books, including her latest release Submissive Dreams.

  2. Speaking of Ashley Ladd, head over to her blog to read her interview with Katie Blu who also has a new release today, Office Politics.

  3. I recently took a road trip with Bronwyn Green. Check out her commentary on the funny things you see along the way.

  4. Check out the Cat Olympics at Ellen Ashe's blog.
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I woke up this morning with a raging headache. Despite caffeine and pain relievers, it hasn't abated. I may end up going back to bed. Well, I want to anyway, but there's really too much going on. I need to make some major headway on my current WIPs (that's works in progress for those who are non-writers). I'll be finishing my medieval this week then it's ten days of intensive writing on Single White Knight. After that it's back to work on my next Circle of Three book. Unfortunately, I have another book screaming at me. I dreamed about it last night. I woke up thinking about it this morning. This is bad. Very bad. It wants me to write it now, and I have a feeling it's not going to let go until I give in. I like books like that -- the nagging ones. The ones that won't let me rest because they have to be written. They always turn out the best -- at least for me. They're the ones that grab me and the ones of which I'm the most proud.

Sunday, August 17, 2008


Okay, most of them stayed away this weekend, but one got me. I don’t know if it’s possible, but I think the bazillion mosquito bites I got at summer camp amplified my reaction to their sting. When I was visiting in Kansas last week, one of the four bites I got swelled up like a medium-sized jawbreaker. It took a few days to go away. Yesterday, I got a bite and it swelled to about an inch long. I’ve never had that happen before. I think I’m going to have to really watch it.

My husband looked up natural bug repellent online. Apparently, I can make up some sort of blend made of garlic oil and water. It keeps away mosquitoes, ticks, flies, fleas, gnats, friends and unwanted suitors. I’ll stick with regular bug repellent though it’s not much better.

The camp out went well but I froze my hiney off. We had a great fire going but fires and tents don’t go together. It was cooooooold. The ground was super hard. It was a good time with the boys though. They had fun.

My plan was to come home, SHOWER, then nap. That was derailed by a friend in need, followed by a friend from out of town, followed by a friend who broke her leg. I spent my afternoon with a one-year-old and a three-year-old. I’m whipped. I think it will be an early night.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Okay, Fine (Whiners!!!)

Okay, fine. I will post a longer blog, lol.

So today, I am breaking my chains for two days and going camping with the Scouts. For those of you who don’t know it…I hate camping. I really do. With an undying passion. But yet…here I go. I swear it’s like Clueless goes camping whenever I go --- and it always rains. Always. We’re not supposed to have rain this weekend though.

Here’s hoping.

I’m taking along work. Both the writing sort and the 9-5 sort. I’m hoping to make a dent in one of my manuscripts though. It’s a medieval so maybe this back to nature and no amenities time will help. I’ll pretend my bottle of Coke is mead, okay. And the Oreos, that’s charred pheasant, don’t you know. Tasty. My hair will be pulled back into and intricately crafted ponytail while I will be wearing my very best handmade and embroidered hose and tunic --- well, I will be wearing boy clothes. My best frock won’t do. Thank goodness, my fire-making skills are up to par or I might starve…and freeze.

Yep, that will do. I’ll have the book done in a snap.

See you later...maybe...if I survive the wyld beasties.

Thursday, August 14, 2008


Chained to a desk. STOP. Send chocolate. STOP. And hot men. STOP.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Who me?

Hey everyone. Sorry for the long absence. It’s been quite the stretch. And I’ve gotten very little done. You know how life gets in the way…?

Early on I was preparing for Scout camp and getting things done ahead so that I could go there in peace. It sort worked. My account of the first few days of came is here.

The day I got back, my grandmother had a stroke…then on top of it, she got pneumonia. It was very touch and go. Honestly, we didn’t think she’d make it. I think she’s got some time left in her. She’s feeling better and very crabby right now—and letting everyone know it. Personally, I’m happy for it. The queen will settle back into a more laid back mode eventually.

That day I got back from camp, and I didn’t know about my grandma yet, I drove across state and met up with a bunch of great people. Bronwyn Green was with me and we met up with Cindy Spencer Pape, Kaenar Langford, Dakota Rebel and Isabelle Drake. It was a fantastic time. I already knew (and love) Cindy, Kaenar and Isabelle. It was so great to finally meet Dakota. She’s as wonderful in person as she is online. More actually. I can’t wait until next time.

Last night marked the return of Brynn. It was my big chat at the Literagasm loop. Thank you to EVERYONE who attended. It was a fantastic time!

I had questions, quizzes, excerpts and lots of prizes.
Here are some of the questions:

If you could be any character in fiction, whom would you be? Why?
If you could trade places with any other person for a week, famous or not famous, living or dead, real or fictional. with whom would it be?
If you were a Star Trek [or Star Wars] character, which one would it be?
If you were a type of food, what type of food would you be?
If you could be a superhero, what would you want your superpowers to be? would you wear a cape?
Do you believe in love at first sight? Tell me your love story…
If aliens landed in front of you and, in exchange for anything you desire, offered you any position on their planet, what would you want?
Give me five odd uses for a brick...

Wacky. Off the wall. I learned a lot about the great people with whom I chatted. Someone suggested that a brick would be toilet paper, many suggested it as a birth control method. There was some planning on boyfriend control.

Congrats to my prize winners too:
Jaimee won a book, a Starbucks card and a surprise prize pack.
Dakota won a prize pack.
Molly won a Starbucks card.
Tina won a prize pack.

I’m looking forward to the big chat at Literagasm tonight. It ought to be a blast. If you get a chance, stop by. Also if you haven't checked it out already, check out the new LIteragasm blog too.