Sunday, March 30, 2008
In other construction news, I created a town yesterday. On paper. Street names are tributes to my three RT roomies. Business names are nods to my previous books. And dang...it was a lot harder than I ever imagined it would be. At least I know where my characters live. I also managed to do fairly passable character sketches for my current characters.
I guess now I better get writing...
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Oh the science I never wanted to know.
It’s conference time again so the kids have half days most of this week. Next week will be spring break. Too bad both kids were voted off the island last night. And according to my youngest son, “You suck mom! You suck!”
God, I love being a parent.
Good times. Good times…
Anny tagged my blog for Excellence. Thanks Anny. After reviewing blogs, here are the people I’m awarding for excellence:
If you accept this award of excellence, please award a few of your own.
A new job, a new home, a new lifestyle…
When teacher Tamera moved to Cranston to teach, she knew the lifestyle she’d encounter would take some getting used to. Though she was raised in an open-minded household she doesn’t have experience with ménage relationships therefore her attraction to her fellow teachers, Kai and Brian, takes her by surprise.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
My life is letting up a bit and I’m back. Work is still crushing at the moment, but at least I don’t have play rehearsal and science fair projects on top of everything else. That all ended yesterday and Sunday. Yay! Anyone want to ask me about fatty insulators or how to make ethanol out of oranges? I’m your girl.
Anyhoo… I was really glad for Easter to get here. It marked the end of a quite busy time. I woke up early and attended the Sunrise Service at our church and sang with the choir and one of the ensembles. I skipped the Easter breakfast and hid for an hour doing a last once over of my lines. Then, we had our play during the regular service time. It was a packed house. Talk about an adrenaline rush. It was hard to come down from it and teach Sunday School.
A lot of people ask me how my religion and my writing coincide. Let me tell you, sex is quite spiritual, particularly in committed caring relationships. And relationships take all forms and travel many paths…even the harder core ones that I occasionally write. I also think there’s a whole lot more to life than the box religion tries to hold us in. I’m not into religion. I’m into faith.
Enough on that… That subject is a whole different blog topic.
I woke up Sunday morning to a fantastic review from Sensual eCataromance. Here’s a bit:
Masterful and full of dominance, Master Me by Brynn Paulin is an explosive story of one woman wanting a man who can give her what she craves, domination. I loved this book, hot, passionate and racy are but a few words to describe it, but most of all it told of a relationship that was not only consensual but also desired. Anastacia and Max were characters that I loved reading about, their relationship starts out as friends but it certainly doesn’t end that way and when Max shows his true colors Anastacia doesn’t know whether she’s in heaven or hell. The emotions racing through this book were so easy to imagine, so much so that I was swept away with the whole story. Master Me is a keeper for me and a definite must have for those who love BDSM stories.
Here’s the whole thing: http://sensual.ecataromance.com/index.php?p=642
To answer a question on my last post, Tempting Tamera comes out on April 21. I’m killing myself to finish it and to keep up on work too. The story which will follow that will be out on May 12. It’s called Boy Toys and will be in the Brit Party antho. I’m thrilled to be in the antho. The other authors in it are Dakota Rebel, Desiree Holt, Lacey Thorn, Ashley Ladd and Lisabet Sarai. Quite a good group to be with. I’ve already read Dakota, Desiree and Ashley’s stories. I can certainly vouch for them. Yum!!! I got the awesome cover yesterday and have posted it to the right.
Believe it or not, Boy Toys is all about a committed relationship. All of my stories are. It’s HEA or nothing.
By the way, I liked the way Disney pulled off the HEA in Enchanted. Loved that movie. How could I not? Patrick Dempsey and James Marsden. Yum times two. Wait! I sense a ménage story coming on…
Friday, March 14, 2008
A new job, a new home, a new lifestyle…
When teacher Tamera moved to Cranston to teach, she knew the lifestyle she’d encounter would take some getting used to. Though she was raised in an open-minded household she doesn’t have experience with ménage relationships therefore her attraction to her fellow teachers, Kai and Brian, takes her by surprise. When the trio is stranded together during a freak snowstorm, Tamera discovers her attraction isn’t one sided. In fact, the men have been waiting for the opportunity to show her how perfect three can be.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
There's not a lot blog-worthy going on around Burg Paulin right now so I decided on the pics instead. It's just the usual day to day, non-fairytale stuff around here. However, I'm reading Who Wants to Date a Superhero by RG Alexander. I'm really enjoying it. I'd sign up to date the hero. This is RG's first Ellora's Cave book and I'll be on the look-out for more.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
This a view of my office from the doorway. Please ignore all the cords on the back wall...I try to. Because of where my outlet is and my setup, I don't have a lot of choices for power right now. Straight on you'll see my two computers--the laptop likes to travel around the house with me.
This is the view to the right. Side by side five-shelf book shelves. These are mainly filled with books on the middle ages, military, weapons, poisons, police procedures and general writing resources.
This is the one shelf that isn't all books. My drawing dummy lives here as does Bomb Squad Barbie. She's hiding in the corner behind the snowman cup. She's also the one who stole my house fairy's clothes because she needed the Bomb Squad uniform. She and dummy here, help me make sure my characters can actually do what I'm trying to make them do. Also on this shelf is my bowl of rocks. Toward the front of the shelf are two bracelets--one made for me by Jennifer Armintrout and one made by Bronwyn Green.
This is my main working surface. It's usually not clean... The white board is where I write goals like a to-do list but I usually don't do them. In front of that looks like books, but those are actually a bunch of notebooks. I carry one with me all the time. These are all dated and full of writing and ideas and notes all the way back to 2001.
And finally, this is the back of my office. The pretty framed pictures were a Christmas gift from Bronwyn a few years ago. The small brownish picture (with the glare on it) on the right is also from her. She gave it to me when I finaled in a contest a gadzillion years ago. Toward the bottom of the pic is the white board I use to plot my books using the Heros Journey and three act structure.
Just a little slice of life...
I received a lovely peer to peer review today from Desiree Holt on Incubus. She said: Brynn Paulin has written a very unusual love story that draws the reader in from page one. Her characters are so well defined we readily identify with them, and feel their pain and anguish as well.If you want to curl up with a really good romance with very, very hot, well-written sex, this is the book for you.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Yes I understand that you must have me come in periodically so that you can torture me with the scale, take my very good blood pressure and collect my co-pay, but I could have told you over the phone that I feel fine…
Here’s how the conversation went:
Dr: How do you feel?
B: I feel fine.
Dr: Really? Because you should feel like crap.
My numbers were so out of whack that marker to measure my level was literally twenty times higher than it should have been. I should have been screaming for a medication adjustment at one time higher. Oops. Oh well, it’s not like it’s sugar and something I can test on my own… Like I said, I feel fine except for the annoying weight gains. The doctor has however increased my thyroid meds significantly, so that should help. My cancer marker was perfect, by the way.
My shower fairy was kind yesterday, he brought me the entire ending of the book I’m working on now. Kudos to him. Readers of the Cress series will like him too, I think, since I’m working of Francesca’s story. She’s the Cress brother’s smartass little sister. She’s the last of that part of the family since Josh’s story, Gentle Control, comes out May 14. It’s been fun discovering what makes Francesca tick and finding her the perfect hero. That wasn’t easy. It took a very special guy and no one fit the bill until Justin came along.
The ménage story, Tempting Tamera, is still coming along. I’m finding it harder to write. It’s slower going when you have keep track of an extra set of body parts and personal pronouns. LOL.
Can I say, thank God for my palm pilot? It’s about three by five inches and thin so it fits nicely in my purse. It’s smaller than an e-reader which puts some people off a palm pilot for reading, but the size is actually a benefit for me. I load books on it all the time. Lots of books. More than an e-reader holds, actually. Anyway, yesterday as I was running to and fro I was able to pull it out and read—like when I was waiting an hour and fifteen minutes for my prescription. The choice of the day was my new acquisition, Wednesday Nights with Jamie by Daisy Dexter Dobbs. I am perhaps one of the pickiest readers you’ll find and I loved this book. Really, really, really loved this book. She made me cry on page 23. The characters were great and the sex…well, wow, HOT! I would definitely recommend it. My next read is Who Wants to Date a Superhero by RG Alexander then Rules of Engagement by Ann Bruce.
Fictionary was a rousing success the last time we played. We’ll be playing again tonight at Literagasm from 7-9 pm EST. Here's how it works: We post photos every 10 minutes or so, and everyone has to think of a catch phrase to go with it - it's amazing the things that people think of! The funniest ones will win prizes. The TEB editors will pick the winners. In between the caption game, authors will also have the opportunity to post hot and steamy excerpts. Come join the fun!!
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Ladies... been there? Yeah, me too. That could be a man I know who shall remain nameless.
So... it seems I must go to the doctor today. I had my blood drawn Friday late afternoon and the doctor called me all in a tizzy yesterday afternoon. Apparently my numbers are extremely abnormal. I need to go in immediately. Whatever. I feel fine. But to humor everyone, I'm going in this morning. I swear... you deal with the C-word one time and everyone flips whenever anything odd happens. I'm fine.
We have no wonder writer today. That's my fault. Apparently with my job, the WIPs I'm keeping straight, choir, play practice/line memorization, Boy Scouts, church board meetings, RT planning and whatnot, and the kids' science fair projects, I've forgotten the days of the week.
Speaking of RT, I'm all signed up. My business cards were shipped yesterday (wow they're quick. I'm glad I didn't pay for quick shipping). My pens and cover postcards are ordered. Now I just need to worry about clothes. I probably ought to get on that, huh? Maybe tomorrow.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
“Sometimes I feel like a gerbil, running around and around on her wheel,” Leona said as she sank into her chair. “I don’t get this company,” she complained, driving a hand through her hair and amplifying her already harried look. “First I’m in a meeting three quarters of the day to learn the ‘new plan’ on how we’re to do things and then when I finally get back to my desk, I find out that the new plan is really the old plan, because it’s been phased out by the new president who was brought on board today while I was in that eternal meeting about the new plan.” She buried her face in her hands. “What a waste of time.”
I patted her on the shoulder. “Chin up. You could be me. I discovered at lunch today that the really hot bite my boyfriend gave me in the parking lot this morning on his way home was more than I thought.” I flipped back my hair to display the rapidly disappearing puncture wounds on my neck. “When I went out for lunch today, I nearly incinerated. SPF a million wouldn’t have been enough. Damn bastard, turned me into a vampire!”
She raised an eyebrow and snorted. “Okay, thanks for cheering me up. You don’t have to make up stories. Just tell me to stop being melodramatic.”
“No, I’m serious.” I sighed. If you can’t get your best friend to believe you’ve become a blood-sucking thug, who would ever believe you. “Believe me,” I told her. “Brad was definitely the ultimate date from hell. Brad. Probably more like Vlad. And at least you can leave this place whenever you want. I’m stuck here with vending machine food until the sun goes down. And I’m starving.”
Leona made a face. “Look, I’d believe you but your taking this a little too well for it to be true. And let’s face it. You’re the queen of melodrama. . . and you have the nerve to accuse me of being melodramatic.”
“I’m not being melodramatic,” I protested. “And I didn’t accuse you of being melodramatic. I’m trying to tell you about my horrible discovery.”
“Um-hmm. . . is this anything like that nonsense last month when you thought you needed an exorcist because you’d been possessed.”
“Or how about, when you thought you were becoming a werewolf.”
“I was getting all hairy.”
“It’s called Nair. Use it on your legs. It works, really. And what about the time when you were sure pixies were sneaking in and moving things in your apartment?”
I sighed. “If you think I’m such a crackpot, why are you my best friend?”
“You make me laugh. And you’re the weirdest person I know. You keep me from being the most insane person in the room.”
“Great.” I narrowed my eyes at her, mentally starting my new best friend list. “Have I mentioned I don’t like you anymore?”
Leona laughed. “You’ll get over it.”
“Oh laugh it up.” I pushed up my sleeve. “Well, what do you think of this?”
“What the hell is that!” she exclaimed staring at the oozing red marks on my arm.
I shrugged, grateful that my pain tolerance had apparently risen, along with my need for a little hemoglobin. “My best guess. . . 3rd degree burns. From the sun.”
Leona fell back against her chair, her hand pressed protectively against her throat. “Okay, I’m not laughing.”