Saturday, March 30, 2013

News, Petitions, and an Interview

Happy Easter weekend! 

I missed the Friday lit pop yesterday, but it will resume next week. I have a paper due Monday, and with the holidays and Mini being home, I've been swamped. 

I have a lot of little news bits and links to share, so here goes...

First up, I have an interview up over at Nancy Henderson's blog.  Nancy is absolutely lovely, and I'm grateful she has hosted me there. I hope you'll drop by to say hello.

I turned in galleys a few days ago for a very sexy shorty-short erotica anthology piece. I should have an update to share about that book very soon.

There is a petition on regarding Amazon's ebook returns policy. It's about time someone has addressed this! Those who read my blog and/or Twitter regularly know I'm opposed to Amazon's practice of allowing ebook returns to go unchecked. People are openly reading and returning Kindle ebooks as if it were a lending service because they can. Some of these readers even brag about abusing the system. Some try to justify what they are doing because they can read books from the library for free. Never mind that books at the library aren't really free. Libraries purchase the books they place on their shelves. There are even publishers that target the library market. In short, if a reader purchases and reads a Kindle ebook, the author should get paid for their work. End of story. Please consider signing the Amazon Ebook Returns Fraud petition. Returns reform is long overdue!

If you haven't heard, Amazon is purchasing Goodreads. It seems Amazon has quite a portfolio going with reader's sites these days. They acquired Shelfari in 2008. Earlier today, I stumbled across this article, which is worth a read: Scott Turow of Author's Guild offers a possible (and interesting) explanation for the acquisition in this article via GalleyCat. It makes sense.

I'm curious to see how the merger turns out. I wonder if Amazon will be revising the Goodreads Terms of Service. Amazon has already disallowed authors from reviewing books on the Amazon website. I wonder if authors will be barred from posting reviews on Goodreads also. That remains to be seen.

Next week, if I get a little free time I'll blog about some of the books I've been reading lately. I'm half way through The Talent Code by Daniel Coyle (a portion of it was req. reading), and I've read a few chapters into Kat Cantrell's The Things She Says. More about those books later. I'm paring down as quickly as possible. The April Harlequin Desires should be on the shelf any day now.

That's all for now. However you choose to celebrate it, I hope you have a fabulous weekend!

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Books, Dreams, and Other Things

Boy, this has been a tough week! Everything has been crazy and out of order. My car is dead in the yard. The battery keeps losing power. We tried to jump it off, but the following morning it was dead again. We don't think it's actually the battery. It looks like it's the wiring. Hubby's going to look at it for me, but he started his new job on Monday, and we're still adjusting to his new schedule. I have a paper due tomorrow, and I just settled on my thesis statement this afternoon. I also have a short story to finish asap. I started revising it last night, but didn't get very far before I had to call it off and go to bed. Thankfully, today was the last day of the school week for Mini. He's out of school until Tuesday, which will make it easier for me to catch up on some stuff I need to do, and to catch some much needed Zzz's.

[Takes a deep breath]

I read today that Amazon has acquired Goodreads. Amazon acquired Shelfari in 2008. I'm curious to see how the Goodreads transition changes the site. I hope they don't change the terms of service so authors can't review books. If that's the case, I really don't have much need to go over there anymore. We'll see. I guess if things go south there I'll simply do reading updates and add bookish updates here. Why not?

I'm currently reading Daniel Coyle's The Talent Code. I picked it up for the course I'm taking. This is actually the kind of book I read for leisure, so it's been a pleasant read. A very interesting book that looks at how talent is actually learned skill, and that the human body is wired for it.

I'm also reading Kat Cantrell's The Things She Says (Harlequin Desire, March 2013). I haven't read very far into this one, but  I can already tell this book is going to be unique. The heroine is much more forward toward the hero than you typically find in these books. I'm curious to see how it plays out.

The Desire books for April should be on the shelves any day now. I'm waiting to see if my local store stocks them, or if I have to drive to Ruston to pick them up. I'll be blogging about the books I pick out, and when I get time, I'll be backtracking a bit to review Joan Hohl's Beguiling the Boss (Harlequin Desire, March 2013). I really liked that one.

Moving along from all the bookish dreams. I haven't been sleeping well, and when I do sleep, I'm having strange, very intense dreams. The night before last, I dreamed I was at an assembly at a school that looked like a mish-mash of both Louisiana Tech and Ruston High School. We were leaving the assembly to go to our buses, and I found myself lost in a maze of unfamiliar stairwells. [a recurring theme for me]

After wandering around for a while, I saw someone I recognized, Mary Jo from my old cheer squad. I was relieved because I figured she knew where to go. And since no one had given me any instructions on the layout of the school, I decided to follow her to the bus ramps. I tracked her down a winding staircase with these wide, flat landings. It went round and round for several floors. Toward the end of the line, the staircases became escalators.

She got quite far ahead of me on the escalators, and I lost her for a little while, but then I emerged from the school to a bus loading zone. I could see the bus parked near a curb that fell away to a forested area that looked like the old driver's ed parking lot behind Louisiana Tech. The waiting bus was numbered 42, which I recognized as my bus. [In waking life, that was my bus number from elementary school.]

As I started toward the bus, I heard someone calling my name. I turned around and it was my mom and dad. They were heading toward me, looking fearful, like they had been frantically running around campus searching for me.

Surprised to see them, I met them half way, and asked them what they were doing at the school. They said I shouldn't get on the bus. I had to go with them instead. I glanced back to see Mary Jo get in line to step onto the bus. For a moment, I was torn over what to do. I worried I might make the wrong decision, but of course, I went with my parents. My mother was so frantic, she had me by the sleeve of my hoodie and was dragging me along through the crowds down this white sidewalk that led across campus.

I didn't know my way around campus very well at all, but I knew if I went all the way across the campus with them and realized I was wrong, I wouldn't be able to make it back to the bus. Then I caught myself thinking, what difference did it make if I missed that bus, because my parents were obviously driving. I'd be riding home, to their house, with them. I'd figure out what to do from there. However, as we started down this slight hill, dad, who was in the lead, stopped suddenly and looked around.

The campus was bright and sunny. It was roughly noon, and there were students wandering about at every turn. I can't even begin to tell you how large this campus was. To call it enormous is to be conservative. You couldn't see all the way across it. You couldn't even seen half way across it. I knew instinctively that campus stretched all the way across midtown.

Dad suddenly said, "I can't remember where I parked the car." The moment he said it, I felt an overwhelming sense of fear. I distinctly remember the feeling of a panic attack coming on. It was too late to go back to the bus. We would have to hunt for the car, which could be anywhere, and I didn't even know where to start looking.

I woke up feeling anxious. My blood pressure was up, and I had a headache. I'm not sure if the dream caused the stress [it was a very stressful dream], or if my blood pressure being over the norm caused the dream. Either way, it wasn't pleasant to wake up to.

Then this morning, since I didn't sleep well last night, I went back to bed after I put Mini on the school bus. I slept for about three hours, and right before I woke up, I had this dream that I was back in the same area as in the previous dream, only my parents weren't there, and it was night time.

I instantly recognized that my current situation was somehow related to missing the bus and getting lost with my mom and dad, only this time I was wandering alone on a dark road. The sky was purple-y black, and I had no idea where I was going. There was a lot of tall brush growing right up to the edges of the hard packed dirt road, almost like corn stalks. I was afraid someone would come along and find me, and...well, I don't know. Hurt me I guess. Murder me, maybe. There was this fear of the unknown, of being lost, but also I was afraid that if no one ever came along, I'd stay lost.

I passed this trail cutting through the corn stalks, and about a quarter of a mile down the road, out of nowhere, this man who I thought at first was my hubby stopped me and said, "You need to go back and take that trail." I hesitated, because I realized this guy was not someone I knew. He seemed harmless, but he was also a total stranger.

Nevertheless, I went back, and stood paralyzed at the mouth of the trail. Unless you were walking, or someone pointed it out, you'd never see it. It was dark, narrow, and there were no lights ahead. Again, the man appeared a few feet away, and he seemed somewhat younger this time. It was very dark outside, no moonlight, and hardly any stars out. I could see the gleam of his eyes, though, and I noticed he had dark, kind of shaggy-curly hair. He was quite attractive, not that I was eyeing him sexually. It was one of those observations you make in passing. I wanted to trust him, but didn't know if I should. He pointed out the trail and told me I needed to go that way.

I spent a long time just staring at the trail, hesitating, and by the time I'd made up my mind to go through it, the stranger was gone. The dream kind of skipped ahead from there, and I found myself on a different road. I kept looking over my shoulder to see if the stranger had followed me, but although I felt him nearby, I didn't see him again. I had come off the trail into a rural area with no houses that I could see. I stood in the middle of a rough, paved road. One side of the road was corn fields with stalks so tall, it looked like a forest. The other side had lots of scrub brush, like a pine forest that had been cleared out. There were stubby pine tress coming up. Stubby oaks with few leaves. New growth, all of it quite rough. I could see over the top of it, because that side of the road dipped down into this huge crater-like valley, or maybe it was a gorge, filled with short, scruffy saplings.

Thinking back on it, the area reminds me of my godfather's pond out in the peach orchard - a real life place. At one time he had used the back acreage to grow corn. When I was about three or so, he'd taken me out there on a tractor while he did some harvesting. I thought the corn leaves were pretty, so I reached for one. It sliced my finger open. I didn't cry thanks to the shock, but it hurt like crazy. A few minutes after I cut myself, my godfather cut down an ear of corn and peeled open the husk so I could see the corn inside. I was surprised by the potent smell of the corn, and the pale yellow silk that looked like stringy doll hair clinging to it. But I digress...

Back to the dream. I stopped to look across the deepest point of the crater, because with the trees cut out, the sky seemed lighter somehow. The purples were a dark gradient, that faded to a pale gray that ended with stark dark silhouettes of trees along the horizon. I walked along the gorge-side of the road for a while, now and again casting my eyes out over the deep, bowl-shaped valley. I stopped when I reached an area where the brush thinned out to almost nothing, and I could see distant lights.

Across the gorge, the crater area, whatever you want to call it, I could see buildings. They had flat roofs and lights on strings that stretched from building to building. At first glance the buildings looked like a row of gas stations. I thought it must be part of the campus. At any rate, I knew I needed to find a way to the other side. I needed to get to those buildings.

I studied the landscape, but I couldn't find way across. I was starting to worry, when I glanced off to the far north of the crater, several yards past the lighted buildings where the trees were tallest, and I saw what looked like an abandoned suspension bridge. It was clearly not being used, and there was lots of kudzu vines covering it. I began to wonder how long I'd have to walk to reach it. If it was reachable. If I did reach it, would I be able to cross it?  Was there a shorter path somewhere?

I kept looking at the bridge, then at the gorge, which looked rugged and had extremely steep sides. If I somehow slid down into the gorge, it was probable that I wouldn't be able to climb out. Grumbling under my breath, I started walking again, looking for a way to get to the old bridge. That's when I woke up.

I can see a lot of my waking anxieties reflected in these dreams. Feeling lost. Fear of mistakes. Anxiety that I'll take the wrong path to get to the other side. At least, in the second dream I could actually see the other side. In the first dream, I couldn't even do that. Maybe it's a subliminal message to keep walking. To use my head and eventually I'll "get there". To the other side. Wherever that's supposed to.

All that aside, I hope next week will be more calm, more settled, so I can rest better. When I have intense dreams like that, it's almost like I don't get any sleep at all. I end up going through the day very tired.

Anyway, that's all for now. This is a very mix-and-match post, but at least I managed to jot everything down. That said, happy Thursday. Hang in there. The weekend is almost here!

Friday, March 22, 2013

Friday Lit Pop #6 : The Wolf Gift

Anne Rice's The Wolf Gift is my Lit Pop book of the week. Through the years, her books have inspired me, and helped to shape who I am as a reader and a writer.  

A friend I went to high school with (and who later became the maid of honor at my wedding) gave me a beat up copy of Interview with the Vampire for my 15th birthday. I left it on my bookshelf for about two weeks, and when I finally went back an picked it up, I read the entire novel in one sitting. 

In my opinion, Interview with the Vampire is one of the finest vampire novels ever written. What I find so interesting about Ms. Rice's books is the depth of her characters. Once you read her books, you walk away feeling like you sincerely know the people that inhabit those books. 

After reading "Interview", I went on to read The Vampire Lestat, Queen of the Damned, and every other book that was even remotely connected to The Vampire Chronicles. Later, I moved on to reading the Mayfair witches books, starting with Lasher

I learned about The Wolf Gift through Ms. Rice's Facebook page, and picked up a copy of the book as soon as the hardcover became available in my area. I have a weakness for werewolf stories, and I was curious to see what kind of world she'd placed her werewolves in. I was also curious how her books might compare to her sister's werewolf series. (see Alice Borchardt's  Legends of the Wolves.)

The Wolf Gift is about a young man, a journalist, who is attacked and turned into a werewolf. His lover is killed, and the focus of the book is on how he copes with the transformation while on the run from authorities. The book is written in a literary style which might not suit all readers; however, the pace makes it easy for curious writers to annotate the book (if you're the type to write in the margins) and follow how Ms. Rice gracefully builds each of her characters and moves them effortlessly through this bestselling supernatural horror story.

Cora's Picks
The Wolf Gift
Lit Pop Book of the Week

The Wolf Gift is available at Barnes & Noble and through various other booksellers.

(Readers please note: I am not an affiliate of Barnes & Noble, and I do not receive compensation of any kind for referring you to their website.)

My Favorite Anne Rice Interviews On Video 
(All links go to YouTube)

Anne Rice Quotes
"Kick out the pages every day."
"What makes a writer is writing."
"To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself."

For more Anne Rice quotes, visit Brainy Quote.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Blogging, Books, Domestic Insanity

I keep telling myself I'm going to blog, I need to blog, and then I get swept away in the tide of crap I have to deal with everyday. By the time I get around to actually blogging, I'm so tired I'm practically brain dead. Tonight I'm being a rebel. It's not even midnight yet, and I'm blogging. I figure I better catch up on some of the goings on before the real snap,crackle, pop begins next week after hubster begins his new job.

Hubby has been in the hiring system for about two weeks now, and finally he got the call on Monday. We are so relieved. He's been out of work for about five or six months, but he's back in the workforce now. He'll be going in for manager training on Saturday so he can begin working early next week. This has taken a load of stress off of us both, and as much as I like having the man home with me during the day, I'm looking forward to having the house to myself a few days a week.

Monday was also the first day of the composition course I'm currently enrolled in. The emphasis is on writing academic essays. I need the course as a refresher so I can enroll in my local college fast track. I'm also on a waiting list for a pre-college math (aka freshman math) course that focuses on entry level algebra, but I don't anticipate hearing back about that one until June or July. At any rate, I'm going back to school. Yeah, I know. I must be out of my mind, right?

I guess it's safe to say when the Mercury Retrograde ended on Monday it gave our family that sling-shot forward motion I've heard people talk about. We hit the ground running bright and early Monday morning, and we haven't stopped since. On Monday, after I checked in on my first class, hubby and I went to Ruston and took care of our car insurance snafu. Our agent handled the problem so quickly and efficiently, I could hardly believe it. I don't know what I was expecting other than a great big mess. But she had us in and out of the office in less than thirty minutes. Everything is back in order on that front, which is a great relief since hubby will be driving out of town daily to work. I've been worried about the cars for the past two weeks, but we haven't had the chance to deal with the problem up til now.

While we were in Ruston, I made it a point to go to Wally World and check for the March Harlequin Desire romances. Once again my local Walmart has stopped carrying them. The next time I go in, and I'm going to try speaking to the manager. I don't know what else to do about it. My only other option, outside of driving to Ruston, is to drive to Monroe to check for the new books each month at Books A Million. That runs into some gas money though. I prefer to support the book store, but it takes me a half tank of gas to drive over there and back. It's much closer to go to  Ruston, so that may be my new monthly habit.

Ruston Walmart had five of the six Desire titles on the shelf, and I bought them all. A Wedding She'll Never Forget, by Robyn Grady is the only book in the March set that wasn't available. (I'll plan to look it up on Amazon for Kindle.) Out of the March set, there was only one copy of Joan Hohl's Beguiling the Boss left, and I nabbed it. Since that seems to be the book Ruston readers favored as far as shelf sales go, I'm going to read it first. (I have a book to read for class first, though. Boo!)

An interesting thing I noticed at Walmart in Ruston: they had no Blazes on the shelves, but nearly all the Desire titles for the month. In my small town, we are exactly the opposite of that. We have all the Blazes, and no Desires. I also noticed Ruston had a larger overall Harlequin section, which is kind of to be expected, really. It's a bigger store. They had more of a concentration of Harlequin American titles, Desires, and Romantic Suspense titles. So, I take it the Ruston demographic prefers American settings and cowboy tropes. The town I'm in has a larger elderly population, and seems to shelve mostly Love Inspired, Harlequin Presents, and the Romantic Suspense line. I find it very interesting to see how the shelving differences vary from town to town.

That's it for now. I've spent about two hours writing this blog post. Okay, the dogs and laundry interrupted me here and there, but it's all good. I wanted to share my latest news. For the next few weeks blogging may be hit and miss, since I have classes, lots of lectures and essays to work through. Also, I have a deadline for a short piece coming up, and Easter Holidays and Spring Break are both on the horizon for Mini Beast. With  all his combined vacation time, between March and April the kidlet will be out for 9 days. Safe to say, it's going to be busy around here!

Friday, March 15, 2013

Friday Lit Pop #5

Happy Friday, everyone! 

My Lit Pop book of the week is The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy in honor of Douglas Adams' birthday, which actually fell on Monday the 11th.

Book of the week

Quotes by Douglas Adams

I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.

I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by. 

Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.

For more quotes by Douglas Adams, check out Brainy Quote.

That's all for now. Or as the dolphins would say - So long and thanks for all the fish! :o)

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Dreaming of Stephen King

Last night I dreamed I was sitting in a red, padded booth at a courtyard cafe with Roxanne. We were talking about books, doing timed writings, and discussing the latest RWA workshops, when a mutual friend of ours, Anne, came riding by on a red bicycle. We both waved at her, and Anne waved back as she went on riding through the quad.

The courtyard was sectioned off like a maze by a series of mostly waist-high, brown-toned, brick partitions. Each partitioned area had booths and tables like a food court at a mall. We were sitting in a corner nook, and if Anne wanted to join us, I knew she had to go the long way around the quad to get to the other side because the brick partition connected to our booth on the one side ran down the center of the quad without any breaks.

Roxanne and I were facing each other across the table, and behind me, there was taller section of brick wall with plants, rubber tree plants and elephant ears, growing out of the top of it, which made it hard to see exactly what was on the other side of the booth. That stretch of brick portion rose up about six inches over the back of the booth, so I couldn't see over it just by glancing back.

After Anne passed by, Roxanne and I went back to talking, and in the middle of our conversation, we heard something going on behind our booth. Roxanne shimmied under the table and came up on my side, and we both climbed up on our knees to look over the riser. Anne was back there. She had parked her bike and was hanging up a poster on a brick wall behind us.

We had been watching her only a few seconds when Roxanne went completely fan girl over the poster- or at least, I thought that's what had grabbed her attention. She began shrieking and squeeing, and at times she reached over to grab my arm and shake me. I didn't have my glasses on, so I squinted at the poster, trying to read what it said. The border of the poster was white, and there were at least twelve, five by five images spaced out in rows. On some of the color images, there were quotes written in large, white, Helvetica Bold font. (Hey, I couldn't help noticing the font. My dad worked as a sign artist, after all.)

At first I thought the poster had Star Wars images on it, because the picture at the top left corner looked a lot like the Millennium Falcon, but I soon realized the pictures were actually photoshopped memes from  Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. (And no, it's not lost on me that yesterday was Douglas Adam's birthday.)

Each picture on the poster was either a NASA shot, or a Sci-fi movie still with sayings printed on them: phrases from Hitchhiker's Guide:  42, Don't Panic, and Did you bring a towel?  That sort of thing. I thought it was amusing, but not really squee worthy. I started to ask Roxanne what she was going bonkers about when she began tugging on the sleeve of my shirt and pointing. I looked where she indicated and that's when I saw Stephen King standing off to the side. He had his arms crossed over his chest and was watching Anne while she taped down the final corner of the poster.

I was shocked to see someone like Stephen King at a place like this. The courtyard wasn't shabby, but we were practically alone there. In our own little bubble. I didn't know much about the place, but I assumed it was a maze for lost writers, or something like that. I looked at Roxanne. "Is that who I think it is?"

Rox was too busy squeeing to answer me. She was carrying on so much that it caught Mr. King's attention. He looked our way and grinned, and I was pretty sure the bemused look on his face had something to do with how silly we looked - two grown women peeking over the back of a restaurant booth.

After Anne finished with the poster, he started walking toward us, and Roxanne grabbed my arm. "Oh my god, Cora!" She was babbling so quietly and so fast, I couldn't understand what she was saying to me, even though she'd had leaned to say it all very near my ear.

Mr. King stepped up to the wall our booth was attached to and introduced himself. He offered his hand across the riser. When Roxanne shook it, she was so flabbergasted she had a slip of the tongue and accidentally blurted out, "Hi, I'm Cora!"

I laughed and nudged her shoulder, then I said to Mr. King, "She's kidding. I'm Cora, she's Roxanne (last name withheld)." Mr. King kept a straight face, but his eyes were filled with laughter. I was pretty sure he thought we were both bat shit crazy, but hey, he didn't freak out or get angry, so I allowed myself to relax a little bit.

"Okay ladies," he said. "Here's a question for you." He gestured to the poster, which was apparently his. "What are your thoughts? Is the universe real or a computer program?"

Roxanne and I looked at each other. Neither of us were expecting a question like that; however, I remembered reading an article about physicists testing to discover if the universe is a computer simulation. Before I could mention the article, Roxanne told him, "The universe is real, of course."

Mr. King suddenly had this very sly look on his face. I patted Rox on the shoulder to comfort her, since she looked like she was about to go into major debate mode to defend her position.

I figured that we were probably being baited with such an unusual question, but I went along with it anyway.

"Fine," I said, "I'll be the weird one out. I'll say the universe is a simulation. Only, I don't think it's simply a computer program. It has to be a virus."

Mr. King's brows rose. "Okay. Explain your theory."

I shrugged and said, "Well, like a virus, the universe is resistant to antibiotics, it's spreading at a rapid rate, and it has a finite lifespan."

Both Mr. King and Roxanne looked surprised by my answer. I knew it sounded crazy, but at the same time, it made perfect sense.

If there was a catch to his question, I never figured it out. I woke up after that. As I woke up, I caught myself thinking, Never in my life have I thought so fast on my feet.

And there you have it. I simply wanted to jot down my strange but interesting dream. Another post to my kids will probably read one day and wonder what I was drinking. (Just so they have the answer, Mint Green Tea.) ;o) Happy Tuesday, everyone!

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Comment Moderation

This is me when I find spam comments on my blog.

A spammer has been repeatedly leaving links in my blog comments, so I've decided to switch over to moderated comments. I'm terribly sorry for any inconvenience this causes my readers. I hope you'll understand. Every time I drop by to check on my blog, I have to delete comments from the same person and frankly, I'm tired of it.

Now that I have that sorted out.... Early Saturday morning, I worked on a short story for a while then around noon I set it aside for the day and began sorting through shawl patterns on a few yarn websites. Mom has asked me to make her a solid white shawl for Easter, and I told her I'd try to find a simple pattern, but with classes starting next week, I probably won't be able to finish the project in time for Easter Sunday. She understood and wants the shawl anyway, so of course I agreed to make her one. It's just going to take some time for me to finish it.

I also watched Silent Hill Revelation yesterday. The acting wasn't great, but the story line was interesting. The f/x were awesome. I mainly watched it to see the puppet nurses and Pyramid Head anyway, so I feel like I got my money's worth, and now I'm ready for the third Silent Hill installment when it comes out.

After Silent Hill, I started watching the first season of Supernatural. Gotta love the Winchesters. We have the first three seasons on disc, and I have to admit I've only watched a few episodes until lately. When we opened the second season box set, we were bummed out to see that the manufacturer had made an error. The box contained six discs overall, but the discs are labeled 2,2,3,4,5 and 6. Basically, the set was packaged with duplicated discs, and no disc 1. At this point we can't take the discs back, so I guess I'll have to hit up Ebay and see what I can find.

Tomorrow is laundry and cleaning day. So much fun, so little time. Anyway, that's what's what. Oh! I almost forgot to mention.... I do have a bit of good news. KissinBlueKaren gave Morning, Noon, and Night a fab review. My story 4 p.m. No Show got a shout out, which is kinda jazzy! You can read the full review here.

Gee. I just glanced at the clock and it's almost two in the morning. I really should get to bed, otherwise I'll end up sleeping my Sunday away. Don't want to do that! ;o)

Until next time... happy weekend, everyone!

Friday, March 08, 2013

Friday Lit Pop #4

Back in January, I signed on for the 2013 Goodreads Reading Challenge. I set a goal of fifty books, and my total to date is nine books read. Since my store has once again stopped carrying Desire line titles, I picked up two Blazes, which I've already read, and Shannon Stacey's All He Ever Desired (HQN line). Oh! I also bought two Blazes on Kindle, Lori Wilde's Night Driving (looks fun!) and Relentless Seduction by Jillian Burns. I'm looking forward to reading all of these!

This morning I started reading What Happens in Charleston by Rachel Bailey, which is a Harlequin Desire - my favorite line. So far so good!

Of course, I'll be adding and rating all these books on Goodreads once I've read them.

Book of the Day

I read Solaris in junior high school, and thought it was sad and wonderfully strange. I recently ordered a print copy for my keeper shelf, but it hasn't arrived yet. I'm looking forward to reading it again when my copy arrives.

There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are. - W. Somerset Maugham

Writing is the only thing that, when I'm doing it, I don't feel I should be doing something else. - Gloria Steinem

Good writing is like a windowpane. - George Orwell

Tuesday, March 05, 2013

Midpoint Madness

Campfire at Awen, March 4, 2013
Monday was the mercury retrograde midpoint. Lemme tell you, I've been feeling this cycle. It's been intense these last few days, but finally things are leveling out a bit. I'm trying to wrap up old projects, both paying and volunteer work, and I'm trying my best to take care of any business that may require my attention before the seventeenth, which is when the composition class I've enrolled in starts. 

I'm also on a waiting list for a remedial math course, but I have no idea when that will free up. Don't ask me why, but I have this feeling that right when I have to write my final paper for the composition class, I'll get a notification about the math course. I can picture jumping straight from one course into another right around the time Mini's school lets out for summer. We'll see, right?

On the writing front, I'm taking it slow. I have a couple of short stories coming out later this year, but that's all that's on the table for now. Like I said above, I have projects I need to wrap up, and until those are taken care of, I won't be starting anything new. 

Earlier tonight I dropped in at Awen to pay the rental on my book booth. I haven't been inworld for about two weeks, and thankfully I was able to fully rez. The last time I logged in, I stayed a cloud the entire time thanks to my shitty net connection. Thankfully I rezzed just fine this time, but I didn't stay inworld long. I took a few pictures wearing some of the new items I'd received since my last log in, then I called it a night.  

In the picture above, I'm wearing the Pamela hair from Truth in Swedish blonde. The outfit is called Rock Me, and it's from Beautiful, Dirty, Rich. The outfit comes with the jeans, skully t shirt, a tattoo alpha layer (not pictured) and the blue boots shown. 

That's all for now. When I have new news I'll blog again. Until next time, happy writing!