Monthly Archives: March 2012

Fantasy Man Friday

I have to say despite being stuck in a boring OSHA regulation seminar, the Ides of March was good to me.

While I was sitting in class, listening to talk about PPE and emergency action plans and how many bathrooms are required by OSHA standards, I got an email from Siren. The first book in my Three Kingdoms Trilogy, You Bet Your Banshee, was accepted for publication!

That’s right! I have two books coming out soon. Immortal Love is slated for a release sometime in April and Banshee is scheduled for June. Can we say booyah? On top of that, I had an unexpected present from work that’ll make life a lot easier in the upcoming months.

By the time I got home, my head felt like it was going to explode. I had to hurry and start packing for Silken Sands, but I didn’t even mind the rush. I hope it’s a great conference. I’m looking forward to visiting with my GCRWA friends and hello, it’s on the beach in Florida. Can we say hopefully there’s plenty of eye candy for me to ogle?

Speaking of eye candy, I had to find a guy who reminds me of the hero of Banshee. He’s a halfling. Part water elf and part Gancanah (sexual male faerie) so yeah, he’s h.o.t.! His name is Ryvan, what do you think?
Come to mama…

I really can’t say anymore than that because my tongue’s all tied up *cough*

Have a great weekend folks!

Happy Friday!


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Oh It’s That Fire

It’s time for another What’s Playing Wednesday song. Last week we jammed out with the Ohio Players. This week we’re changing speeds and going with a much younger band.

Literally. This band put out their first album when the lead singer was fifteen. Fifteen! I was still trying to figure out which music genre I preferred when I was fifteen, but this kid signed with a record label and became a star. How crazy is that?

Most of the time I listen to music without knowing anything about the bands, especially the newer bands. That’s the case with this band’s music. I heard them, liked them, and then checked them out online. To my surprise, they were a lot younger than I thought and I swear the drummer kind of looks like Jacob from Twilight.

The song is called “That Fire”. I’m not too crazy about the video, but it does suit the song. At one point, I thought I was watching Young MC’s “Bust A Move” video from the early 90s. Crazy, huh?

Every time I hear this song, I have to crank up my radio and sing along. What do you think?


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Song Association

I know y’all won’t be shocked to realize that I associate almost everything with music. I might have even mentioned this before, but for me nearly everyone, every situation I come in contact with ends up connected to a song in some way.

For example, one of my former co-workers was an interesting guy. He was my mom’s age and if you listened to him talk, you can just tell he did a lot more than study in college. He had the craziest stories and this slow, drawn out speech pattern that made him sound a bit like a hippie. Well, I remember riding along one day and War and Eric Burdon’s “Spill the Wine” came on the radio. My brain instantly connected that song with my friend and when I mentioned it to him, he said that was one of his favorite albums. Go figure.

So yeah, people connect to music in my mind. Before you ask, it has to be people I’ve met and talked with for a prolonged amount of time. Usually. Sometimes that doesn’t matter.

As for situations, I had one recently that surprised me. I was lucky enough to get an ARC of Rebecca Zanetti’s Hunted at the FF&P Conference. By the way, excellent book. Yet it was one particular scene that happened in the book that brought a song to mind. I’ll try not to give away spoilers, but the scene was between a potential bad guy and a future heroine who’s still a child. The bad guy tells the little girl a parable about the frog and the scorpion and when she asks who he is in the parable, he tells her he’s the scorpion (if I remember correctly). The potential hero for this little girl appears and the bad guy goes away. The little girl looks at her hero and asks who he is in the parable and he replies, “I am the water”. (Forgive me Rebecca, if I got this wrong! I’m going off of memory.)

With that line, I had to put the book down because my brain instantly flipped to a song. I don’t know if Rebecca listened to this song when she wrote this scene, or if she gave it any thought, but it was the perfect song for the scene (which is something I tried to explain in my workshop).

The song is “I Am the Highway” by Audioslave. If you read Rebecca’s book when it comes out, do me a favor and listen to this song first and tell me if it fits the scene or not. I might just be crazy (I highly suspect I am).

This isn’t an official video of the song, but I find I like it. The people in this video were moving from L.A. to Washington.

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The Beau

I don’t know if I’ve ever told y’all about old cat. Her real name is Ty. I got her when I was in college. I had this idea to name her Titania from Shakespeare (I was taking a class on him at the time), but it was only as I got to know her well that I realized she was more like Byron’s Tyger. Hence, the spelling of her name went from Ti to Ty. She’s definitely no fairy princess.

Ty is fifteen years old. She’s disciplined my nephews, cousins, and even me. She’s known as this fierce, dangerous cat, but when she wants to be, she can be the most adoring kitty. Especially if you’re my brother. She does love him something awful.

Ty is an outside cat. She’s been fixed for years and years, but that never stopped her from doing her seductive play-cat pose all over the driveway. I’m telling you she’s shameless! How many times have I seen her rolling around on the driveway like she’s waiting for someone to start taking pictures for the next issue of CatBoy magazine? Too many to count.

Therefore, it shouldn’t have come as any surprise when her beaus started showing up. See, she has a good set up. Yes, she’s outside, but she sleeps in the screened porch. She has a very nice bed with lots of blankets and towels to make her comfortable. A huge bowl of water, and as much food as I can give her. We even put shades up over the screens during the winter to cut down on the cold air so she doesn’t get cold.

It was a sweet set up. Until the boyfriends started showing up. I came home one afternoon to see a huge tear in the screen door. I just knew she’d done it because she still hasn’t forgiven us for putting her outside. Yet when I walked onto the porch, this strange male cat started flipping out, running around like I wanted to catch him. I ended up throwing doors open left, right, and center to get him out of the porch.

That was the first boyfriend. A big orange tomcat. We mended the screen as best as we could and went on with our lives. Then I came home one day to see a strange gray cat sleeping in Ty’s house. I kid you not, this male had torn through the other screen door, came onto the porch, ate all of her food, drank most of her water, and then slept in her house! And where was Ty? Sitting on one of the chairs watching him.

Really. Something had to be done. That’s when we bought storm doors for the porch. Of course I had to listen to my brother and nephew complain about who was doing what wrong while they put one of them up, but Ty’s boyfriends haven’t been back since. I still see them now and then. I hear them fighting over her honor, but they don’t get on the porch.

The way I figure it, they should do things the old-fashioned way and court her with mouse heads and grass for her to eat. No way am I letting my poor old kitty let some male sponge off her. You know?

Happy Monday!


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Fantasy Man Friday

Wow, this week flew by! I swear it was just yesterday I was in New Orleans meeting my FF&P friends and having fun. I’m not complaining, mind you, but what a shocker that the week is already over. Well, sort of over.

It’s been a good, productive week for me. Like I mentioned yesterday, I don’t know if it was the conference, or the planets aligning, but I finished, cleaned up, and submitted two books this week. Well, technically one was a novella. The other one is just shy of 50k words, but I’m still very pleased with it. Now it’s time for the waiting game.

Sometimes I think writing the synopsis is the worst part of being a writer, but in truth it’s the waiting for responses that kills me. I’ll spend the next few weeks checking, double-checking, triple-checking my e-mail to see if anyone has gotten back to me. It’s the nature of the beast, I’m afraid. However, I’m already working on my next story and hopefully things will go well with it and I’ll have something else to send out in the next month or two.

Yay for writing!

And yay for sexy men. Because that’s why you’re here. Some of you probably didn’t even bother reading this post. You scrolled down to get to the vision of studliness I’ve posted. That’s okay. It’s kind of you to let me ramble anyway.

So without further ado…

Oh, I should warn you. If you’re drinking anything, standing, or otherwise doing something that may cause you to keel over, drown, choke, or any other means of being found dead with a sexy man posted on your screen, I suggest you stop it now.

I’ve been saving him for a rainy day. *looks outside* Well, it isn’t rainy, but it’s very humid. That counts, right? Do you even care? I don’t. I’ve had this gorgeous, nummilicious man all to myself for at least a month. I’m not nearly finished with him (as you can see), but I thought I’d let y’all have a peek. *smacks her lips*

Happy Friday! Um, I hope you didn’t keel over in shock because that would be a shame. You wouldn’t be able to see next week’s Fantasy Man! ūüėČ


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I Amaze Myself

How arrogant is that title? *cough* But in this case, it’s true.

I don’t know if it was the FF&P conference, or the inspiration of New Orleans, or if the planets are aligned correctly for me, but I finished a WIP yesterday and started cleaning up another one immediately. When I think about all the time I spent trying to write in 2011, I can’t help but wonder what I was doing wrong.

Maybe it’s because it’s 2012 and I’m worried about the Mayan calendar ending. You know, I have to get these books out before the world ends kind of thing. Or, more than likely, I no longer feel pressured and I can write where I like.


Anyway, the point is, I have a book coming out in April, another I just submitted, another I only have to clean up before subbing, and another waiting for me to finish it. Then the process starts all over again. Will 2012 be the year I have four or five books out? Hm, no telling. I just know it feels wonderful to write again and the best part of that feeling is that the stories keep coming to me.

Normally I keep everything bundled in my head because the characters and stories never leave me, but I actually had to write down the list of books I have for a particular series. I have six planned. I think. *counts* Yeah, six books in this series and then I have two more to write in a trilogy I’m already working on, another four or five to write in my Olympus, Inc. series, and I can always hop back to The Veil because Lord knows there are plenty of stories waiting to be told there. And then I’m not even mentioning the stand alones I have waiting to be finished.

I’m buried under an avalanche of ideas! It’s amazing! No, I didn’t say I’m amazing, but I’m surprised at myself and undeniably pleased that the old muse hasn’t gone on another drinking binge.

What about you? What are your hopes for this year?

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Funky Fire

The What’s Playing Wednesdays theme for this month is fire.

I have a fascination with fire that I can’t explain. No, I’m not a pyromaniac or anything, but I love to watch a fire whether it’s in a fireplace, or a bonfire. There’s something mesmerizing about the colors and randomness in the flames as they dance. The sight of a fire makes all of my worries fade away, leaving me filled with peace.

I love the colors as well, going so far as to make sure the tattoos I have are in golds, oranges, and reds. I can’t seem to break away from the theme and I don’t want to.

So today’s song is by a band from the 70s which means lots of funk and bass and horns. Maybe it’s my tuba playing roots, but I love funk. When I decided to go with the fire theme, I knew this song had to be in the mix.

Here’s the Ohio Players with “Fire”. Now get up and dance. You know you want to!



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A Meeting of the Minds

I’m still sort of in conference mode. My brain is going over everything I learned, saw, and talked about throughout the weekend and one thing keeps popping up.

Aspiring authors, this post is for you. It can be intimidating to go to a conference the first time. Especially if you go alone. Most writers, as far as I’ve seen and heard, are introverts. We like to study the world around us, but keep to ourselves and fashion worlds from things we’ve observed. When you’re at a conference, it’s tempting to sit off to the side and lose yourself in your head.

I understand perfectly! I’m not a people person. I like sitting in my cubby hole and having very little to do with the outside world, but when I’m at a conference, I have the chance to meet people of the same mind-set. You have to remember, they’re writers. They understand everything you’ve gone and are going through. They’ve sat at their keyboards for hours at a time because they’re caught in the grips of a great story. They’ve also stared at their monitors with a blank expression because their story has deserted them. These are your people.

It can be tempting to bring someone along for “safety” (like other writers are sharks waiting for fresh meat). I did it my first conference as well. I brought my aunt and cousin because I wanted to know someone there. As it turns out, I didn’t enjoy the conference as much as I would have without them. They weren’t into writing. They didn’t get my thought process, or the absolute terror I felt at pitching my book to two editors. They sympathized, but they didn’t get it.

Other writers get it. They’ve been there and done that. If you go off on one of your tangents about a book you’re writing, they most likely won’t get a glazed look in their eyes. (I say most likely because if they’re writing something completely different from you, they’ll understand, yet not. It’s still okay.) They understand how sick to your stomach you feel at the thought of having to pitch your book.

Even better, they’re fonts of information. Writers come from every walk of life and they have experiences you may not. You make connections and network with people who can be valuable research commodities later. Case in point, I had an idea for a story with a scientific bent, but I’m so not scientific. Fortunately, I met a lady at Fantasy on the Bayou who was and she graciously agreed to let me email her at a later date to help me with the science for my story.

How can you beat that? So writers, if you’re scared or nervous about going to conferences because you don’t think you’ll have anyone to talk to, you’re wrong. These are your people. These are people who can help you, guide you, and they’ll become friends who dispense advice when you need it.

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Conference Wrap-Up

Well, I’m back. *sniff* On one hand I didn’t want the conference to end because I was having so much fun with my fellow FF&Pers, but on the other hand…I missed my pets, my family, my shower, and Lord, I missed my pillow. Those hotel pillows were one of two sizes and neither were right for me.

My workshop went well. I think. I kind of zoned out when more than two people showed up. Rebecca and Staci (two of the most awesome people ever) both assured me it was fine, but all I could hear myself saying was, “blah, blah, um, blah, blah, you know, blah”. I was glad to have it over.

None of us could have expected the horror we were about to witness...

There we were, about sixteen people crowded on the sidewalk across from the creepiest house with a gruesome history. There were three other tour groups in various spots around the house as well and all were focused on the horror before us. Then we heard music. At first I thought it came from a club close by, but soon after the music started, the truck (which appeared to be empty) parked in front of the house started to bounce. And bounce. And bounce. The dome light came on and I saw an ass bouncing through the windows over the tour guide’s shoulder.

I blinked a couple of times because…well, it just didn’t seem right. Besides, I was horrified by the story Adam was telling us, but that ass kept bouncing until finally it all stopped. I heard, “I love New Orleans!” and three people poured out of the truck. Two women and one man. More rapid blinking. The trio walked to the grocery story¬†catercorner¬†from the Lalaurie House without a care in the world.

It was only as we rounded back on Chartres Street that we started talking about it. Some of the people in our group (Rebecca) didn’t realize what was going on in that truck until the rest of us told them. Oh yes, they were uh…enjoying their sexual freedom and apparently worked up an appetite because they went to the store after.

Besides the surprise of witnessing a menage trois happening mere feet away, the tour was an absolute success.

Saturday was spent in workshops learning about fans, crafting blunders, and looking at very graphic forensic photographs before I headed out back into the Quarter with three other authors who wanted to shop for souvenirs, take pictures of some of the architecture, and in one case, try absinthe. Yes, we went on a hunt for absinthe and I even tried some. If you don’t like black licorice, I don’t recommend it.

There's a tiny blue flame coming from the sugar cube, but the camera on my phone couldn't catch it.

Claire Ashgrove after her first taste of absinthe.

Saturday night’s dinner was OMG amazing. Have I mentioned we have good food down here? If you like to eat, you should absolutely take a visit to south Louisiana and eat until you can’t go anymore. There was a raffle and a ton of door prizes to win and everyone had a blast. There was a lot of laughter, a lot of goofing off, and good will.

Despite getting to bed after midnight, I was up before dawn to take Heather Long out to Cafe Du Monde for beignets. Le sigh. I’ve been dieting for so long, eating those beignets was like tasting Heaven.Mais, they were good. We made it back to the hotel in time for me to hide the powdered sugar evidence and ready myself for the signing which¬†was fun as well. I was lucky enough to be seated at the same table as Rebecca Zanetti¬†(that’ll never happen again so we took complete advantage of it) and right next to Claire Ashgrove who became a very good conference companion. We laughed, we talked, we signed books, and pretty much enjoyed two hours of hanging out.

As I said, I was sorry to see the conference end, but my body is glad for it. My feet, hips, and back are complaining this morning about my walking and lack of sleeping. I’ll need to rest up this week because next week I’m heading out to Pensacola to hang out with my Gulf Coast friends for the weekend. Hopefully my witnessing the Bouncing Truck on Governor Nicholls hasn’t targeted me for Sex on the Beach (and I’m not talking about the drink folks).




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Fantasy Man Friday

Happy Friday! Woot-woot! Okay, I’m not actually here. As you’re reading this, I’m running errands before I head to New Orleans for the Fantasy on the Bayou FF&P Conference.

I’m excited and slightly sick to my stomach. Today I’m giving my very first workshop. Part of me hopes no one shows up, while the other part fears no one will show up. Then there’s the ever present¬†fear that I’ll stare out at a room of people and have nothing to say. On top of that fear is that I’ll have one of my infamous choking fits when I cough like I’m about to spit out a lung with tears running down my face and other mucusy¬†things making their presence known and people will think I’m dying and call an ambulance and with my luck the EMT will be really cute and my mascara will make me look like a raccoon and…okay, I’m a little nervous.

I need to calm down, right? They’re just people. They’re just my peers! Cher bon dieu!

I know how to calm myself down. I need a sexy man to take all my worries away. I can even pretend he’s the EMT who has to give me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and will fall madly in love with me over my oxygen mask…





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