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Fantasy Man Friday

It’s time for another Fantasy Man Friday. Where has this week gone? It feels like we just ended March and we’re already in the middle of April. Maybe I really am getting old because time keeps flying while I’m trying to figure out how to make it slow down.

Although part of me doesn’t want it to slow down. The first book in my Olympus, Inc. series comes out in a little over three weeks. *big happy squee* I’m very excited about this book and hope my readers enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

But back to this week. Let’s see what happened this week…well, there was the truck fire in the employee parking lot at work. Poor guy, I don’t think he realized it was his truck until the fire trucks had done their thing. That’s got to suck. Hm, what else? Oh, I helped my brother feed his son. You know, because I couldn’t stand seeing the poor child’s face coated with gooey oatmeal/carrot stuff. And what else…hm, that’s about it. Just work and writing and reading. You know, life.

But this weekend I’m getting my hair done and it needs it. Oy! My color’s all faded, my hair is getting too long to look anything but weird, and I feel like it’s time for another drastic change. I’ll figure something out before I sit in the chair tomorrow. Other than that, I have nothing planned except try to hash out a short story before the 20th. Uh, you know cause that’s the last day of the anthology call I’m interested in joining. Go figure I want to write a coherent 5-10k word story in less than a week.

But I thrive for pressure! Bwahahaha!

Anyway, I figure I’ll need a little inspiration to help me get in the mood to write a fast, super hot erotic romance and I think this is the guy for the job. What do y’all think?

Because I’m writing about more of my Greek gods and goddesses, I’m thinking he looks like some kind of storm god. Can’t you see it? Him being deliciously naughty in the middle of a thunderstorm with rain pouring down on his beautiful body as he drives me uh my heroine insane with lust? *cough* Er…

Happy Friday! Have a great weekend, y’all!

Oh and before I forget, this month we’re participating in the A-Z Challenge over at Four Foxes One Hound and tomorrow is my Saturday post. Stop by to see what music video I find!

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The Tattoo Debate

I don’t know how we got on the subject on Easter Sunday, but at some point during the day, we had a tattoo debate. My sister, sister-in-law, nephew’s girlfriend, mother, my brother’s mother-in-law, and I got into a heated discussion about tattoos and unfortunately for the older ladies, they were severely outnumbered.

The debate raged for at least half an hour with everyone offering up their opinions on what they’d like to get done while the mothers shook their heads and looked disapproving. They don’t understand and I can see where they’re coming from. It’s a generation gap. People who had tattoos in their time were considered outsiders, freaks, criminals even. These days, tattoos are more accepted, though there are still those who consider them disgusting and morally wrong, or inappropriate. I’m not one of those people. Obviously.

I’ve always had a fascination with tattoos which is why I got three. It has nothing to do with rebelling against society. I do that on a daily basis by not conforming to what’s popular and mainstream. It has nothing to do with rebelling against my parents. They know I’m “not normal” as they like to call it.

Tattoos are a personal choice, a permanent personal choice yes, a way to show who you are, or as a tribute to someone you love. I don’t always agree with the latter since some bonds don’t always last, but again it comes down to personal choice. That’s what makes tattoos the most personal thing a person can do to themselves. It’s a way of identifying who you are that has nothing to do with a criminal record or how bad ass you are.

The debate ended with my sister saying she wants one and she blames me for it. Yes, you heard me. She says I’m a bad influence on her because she’s colored her hair differently (y’all know about my 3-toned hair colors), has started reading sexy books (she started with mine), and now she wants a tattoo. And she blames me.

What are your thoughts on tattoos?

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Immortal Love Music 2

In celebration of my upcoming release, Immortal Love, I’m playing some of the songs that are mentioned in the book this month. It isn’t easy picking and choosing since there are so many musicians and bands I mention in passing, from ABBA to Stevie Wonder to Rob Zombie, but I narrowed it down to four songs that I feel helped move the story forward.

Last week it was Derek and the Dominos’ “Bell Bottom Blues” which helped set the stage for the first love scene. This week, it’s Megadeth’s “Trust” which is when the heroine (who doesn’t trust anyone with anything) opens up a little about herself to the hero. It’s an important scene and this song is one of my favorites.

Without further ado, here’s Megadeth’s “Trust”:

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A Realization

It always amazes me when I find out people are reading my books. I mean, that’s what they’re supposed to do, right? But it still doesn’t feel real to me. I see the book covers, I sign contracts, I’ve even had a little fan mail, but part of me goes “That’s not a fan. That’s totally your mom buying all those books to make you feel better.”

And then someone comes along to surprise me. Like at the FF&P Conference in NOLA. I was chatting with the awesome Stacy McKitrick when she suddenly whips out a hard copy of Succubus-in-Waiting for me to sign. I might have gotten a little flustered. I know I laughed, but I swear it was from surprise. By the way, I have the worst handwriting in the world. If you ever ask for me to sign something for you, I apologize in advance.
 
And that’s another thing. I’ve signed books. Several and it still freaks me out. That’s what big authors do. I know because I’ve battled my way to the front of the line for several of my favorite authors. They sign books. I’ve…signed books.
 
Most recently though, a lovely lady named Lisa, sent me a message on Twitter. She mentioned she was hoping I wrote a book about Malachi (a character who appeared in my first two Veil books) and said she was happy to see he had his own book. I must’ve stared at that Tweet for a good fifteen minutes because it was further proof that people are reading my work. And since my mom doesn’t know how to Tweet, I’m almost positive she isn’t sending me supportive messages now and then telling me about my own books. *laugh*
 
I like this writing thing. Not because I like to have my ego stroked or anything, but because if I’ve done my job correctly, I’ve given someone a few minutes of entertainment. If I’m lucky, they’ve had several hours of entertainment.
 
It’s exactly as Moliere says, “Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money.” When we start out, we write because we enjoy it. But it’s no fun if you’re the only one reading it, is it? No, you have to share this wonderful story you’ve created and that’s when you show it to your friends, or critique partners who’ve become friends. Then you sell it and it’s out there for everyone to read. You hope.
 
But I wouldn’t trade this crazy industry for anything. It can be frustrating and depressing at times, but when you get a random email from someone who’s read your book, or you get a really good review and realize that someone has actually read your book and understands what you were trying to say…well, that’s the best part of all.

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Post Easter Shock

I love nothing better than getting together with family, but is it horrible for me to say when everyone left I wanted to throw my arms in the air and scream “Thank God!”? It makes me feel a little disloyal, but oy vey, was I glad to have the house to myself again.

It was a great weekend, don’t get me wrong. Sure, I spent my entire Friday cleaning house, but I really didn’t mind. Especially since the plans I had to write on Saturday were foiled because of a screaming child in Starbucks and my muse deciding she doesn’t work weekends. Yeah, it was bad. I wrote 300 words and hated every single one of them. Naturally by the time I packed everything up, did some grocery shopping, and went home, my muse tossed me a bone for my story. She’s a contrary witch.

But, I did get to see my youngest nephew eat baby food for the first time. I’ll admit I probably spent more time laughing at that poor child than I did anything else this weekend. First it was the baby food which he took like a duck to water. The minute his mama produced the spoon, his mouth was open and ready for loading. Then he tried to take the spoon from her because apparently she wasn’t feeding him fast enough.

But the best part came on Easter Sunday. We were sitting outside, enjoying the somewhat mild day, the smell of food on the grill, and talking. My Korean aunt was holding Bennett who was wearing the most darling little outfit complete with a pair of sunglasses (like me, he doesn’t like the sun in his eyes). Because of those sunglasses, it took us a while to figure out he was falling asleep. Sitting up. Only when he started doing the buchon did we realize the poor baby was sleeping. We were hysterical. I think I might’ve even pulled a muscle in my stomach from laughing at the child.

We ate, we laughed, we talked, we drank a little, and we had a good day. But when the last car pulled away and the house was clean once again, I ran to my room to change into my lounge clothes and did a swan dive on the sofa to read. Ahhh…peace and quiet.

I love them all, but I’m glad there are no more holidays for a few months. It’ll take me a while to work up the need to surround myself with so many people again.

Did y’all have a good Easter?

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Fantasy Man Friday

Woo-hoo!! It’s time for another Fantasy Man Friday. Today is an exceptionally excellent Friday because I’m off from work. *chicken dance* I do love having days off. Of course I’m not really “off”. I’ll be cleaning house in preparation for Easter Sunday when the hoards will descend upon our home to eat all our food, talk loudly, rehash really old stories, and leave us with nothing for the rest of the week.

You know, it’s family. They do that.

But I plan to bask in the glow of my fantasy man as long as I can. Oh yes, he and I can spend the whole day together. In fact, he’ll have to spend the whole day with me. I insist on it and if he gets lippy with me…Image

Heh. What? At least now he can’t get out of bed to watch basketball or something, or decide the grass needs to be cut. He’s mine. All mine and since it’s a three-day weekend…Bwahahahaha! Rar.

Happy Easter, y’all!

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The Great Fake

I sometimes really dislike Easter, or rather the commercialization of Easter. I end up trying to gain all the weight I lost around Christmas when those evil peanut butter eggs show up. It’s horrible how weak I am, but when I see them at the store my hands automatically snatch a pack off the display and they’re in my basket before I can process what I’ve done.

But I’m not going to talk about my weakness today. No, I’m going to talk about the Easter bunny. I’m sure someone knows why we have the Easter bunny instead of the Easter chicken, but I haven’t researched it enough to find out why we have a mythical rabbit running around dropping chocolate eggs all over the place.

In fact, even when I was a kid, I had a problem with the Easter bunny. Santa Claus I could understand, but a rabbit who leaves a basket of goodies? Yeah, right. I say this because I’m currently looking at a picture of my youngest nephew with the Easter bunny. He looks so happy to be in that weird rabbit’s lap, like he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. Of course he’s only 5 months old and he likes sparkly stuff, so that’s understandable.

Yet I’m reminded of an incident that happened when I was about eight or nine. I was spending Easter with my dad and stepmother. We went over to visit her family and all of their kids. Out of my four families (my mom’s, dad’s, stepfather’s and stepmother’s) only my stepparents had kids in their families close to my age. Weird.

Anyway, I was hanging out with my cousins, playing and goofing off when someone said something about the Easter bunny. Being the enlightened, cynical eight-year-old I was, I told them there was no Easter bunny. Oh man, it was like I’d just announced A.L.F. wasn’t a real alien. Chaos and pandemonium erupted until one of the cousins, a little older than me and a lot taller, decided I needed to be taught a lesson because dammit, the Easter bunny was real!

So I’m standing there with my shirt gripped in my cousin’s fist. She’s giving me this look that clearly said if I didn’t admit there was an Easter bunny I’d be seeing little birds tweeting around my head. That’s when I saw this white box deep in the woods from the corner of my eye. Have I mentioned my mom’s family is a bunch of great bullshitters? Well, we are and I learned how to bluff my way out of trouble.

“Look!” I whispered with all the surprise I could muster. “It’s the Easter bunny!”

Instantly, all attention zeroed in on the barely seen box. My cousin, certain I now believed in a mythical-basket-giving-rabbit (how could it hand out baskets without thumbs?), let me go and I ran to the house with the adults. I look back and realize it was wrong of me to break their little hearts about the Easter bunny. It wasn’t really my place to tell them they were buying into a scam.

Will I do something similar with my youngest nephew? Of course not. He’ll have to develop awareness just like I did. I don’t think it’ll take long. His father (my little brother) was only three or four when he said if he saw Santa Claus he was going to shoot his reindeer so he could eat them.

Yeah, it runs in the family.

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Immortal Love Music 1

Yup, it’s time for another What’s Playing Wednesday! I’m so excited. Really, I am. The first book in my Olympus, Inc. series, Immortal Love is coming out on April 30th. That gives me plenty of time to drive y’all crazy with it.

And the way I’m going to do that on my music days is to play songs that are either mentioned, or heard in the book. Of course I’m not going to play every single one, but I’ll play the ones that work with story.

First up is Derek and the Dominos “Bell Bottom Blues”. I love this song. Flat out adore it. That guitar playing just makes me want to cry. Well, in the story, this is the song that Mason and Roxy dance to. It uh, leads to a very interesting *cough, cough* scene on top of a bar but I’m not going into details. You’ll have to read the book 😉

So enjoy some beautiful music from Slowhand.

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Nice Shootin’

I’m a little late in my weekend roundup, but it’s worth it.

Saturday was a normal, do-everything-I-can’t-during-the-week day. I ran errands, brought my dog to the groomer, visited my dad, things like that. It just means I didn’t get anything significant done.

Sunday was entirely different. I already knew I was scheduled to go target shooting with my sister and brother-in-law, but my yard needed a little attention. I have a love/hate relationship with my yard. I hate cutting it, but I love for it to look pretty. And since the days have been so hot, I decided I had to mow it as soon as the sun came up. (On the off chance it would burn away some of the dew.)

Yeah, that didn’t exactly work out well. I managed to cut the yard in two hours because I needed frequent breaks. It really sucks how hot it is already. I kept hydrated (or so I thought) and by noon, I’d only been attacked by the rose-bush once and I was showered and ready to go shoot. Yay!

We headed out and when my brother-in-law opened the trunk of the car, I gaped. Yeah, there were lots of guns in there. Then my nephew showed up with more. My first thought was, “Yeah, we’re ready for the zombie apocalypse!”

Then we started shooting. It’s been twenty years since I shot anything other than the bird. We tried out a variety of shotguns, rifles, and handguns and my conclusion is that my sister, my nephew’s girlfriend, and I are screwed when the zombies come. We suck.

My sister kicked up so much mud and dirt we could’ve planted a nice garden from all the soil she plowed. I killed a lot of leaves and trees, but the way I figure, my sister can take out the zombies’ kneecaps and feet, and I’ll give them a haircut. My nephew’s girlfriend said she would be glad to reload for us.

By the time we used all the ammo for the handguns, I started getting light-headed. I’m not a fainter. I think the one time I did faint, I was sick with something, but I almost did a face plant in the field on Sunday. My head was swimming, I was seeing spots, and I knew it would be a very bad thing for me to take the 12 gauge again.

Once we got back in the car with the a/c, my stomach started cramping and I knew I had heat exhaustion. In April! It’s too damn early for that! But when I got back home and had a huge glass of water and sat in front of a fan for about two hours, I was fine.

Despite my problems and the heat, I had a blast. Literally. I’m going to blame my bad aim on heat exhaustion, not my lack of mad gun skillz. Since we plan to go back again soon, I think I need to brush up on my techniques.

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Road Trip Part Three

This is the last of the road trip pictures from weekend before last. I haven’t posted half of what we saw because there just isn’t enough time on the blog, but needless to say the trip was well worth the time.

We left Donaldsonville and headed further north, taking roads neither of us had ever been on before. My mom used to drive truck so there’s a lot of the state she’s seen and it’s a major bonus to find a place she’s never been before.

Passing through the town of White Castle, we took a gorgeous picture of Nottoway Plantation. I’ve been to this plantation years ago and it looks like they’ve added to it. Gorgeous, huh? Ghost Lab did a paranormal investigation of this property a couple of years ago and I want to say they did find evidence of unexplained activity.

Next we found Tally-Ho Plantation in Bayou Goula which is a private owned residence. The house here was once the overseer’s home because the plantation burned down in 1945. It’s a gorgeous house, I think.

Somewhere in the Bayou Goula area (I can’t remember exactly where now), we stumbled across this little church. It was so unexpected, I stopped in the middle of the road so we could get a picture of it. This 8’x8′ church was built in 1903 by a poor sugar can farmer after he successfully prayed to the Virgin Mary for the recovery of his eldest son. Cool, huh?

Then we found our way up to Plaquemine, Louisiana. Plaquemine was settled as early as 1775. There are a lot of old homes in the downtown area and we managed to snag a couple of pictures. It isn’t so easy to stop in this area since the area is so busy. I was able to pull over so Mom could hop out and get this picture.

From there, we went up and around in what seemed like a never-ending loop until we ended up on the Morganza. The Morganza Spillway is where the flood control structure between the Mississippi River and the Atchafalaya River is located. If you recall last year with the flooding of the Mississippi, this area was creating national headlines as it’s the only thing that protected the lower Louisiana parishes from flooding completely. We couldn’t get out to take a picture, but we got one from the road on top of the flood gates.

And that’s the trip. It was a lot of fun. We went north following one river (the Mississippi) and came back home following another (the Atchafalaya). If you ever get the chance to visit south Louisiana, try to take some time out to explore the smaller areas. There’s beauty in nearly every corner of the state and we’d love to show it to you!

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