I’m late, I know. I promised New Year’s Eve and it’s New Year’s morning. Still, I do have something for you to show you that my life is not all bloggy goodness. It’s a bunch of numbers. The numbers represent what I did as an author in the last year.
They are an interesting lot these numbers. They are the reason I often don’t blog more than once a week. They are the reason I sometimes have more money in my pocket. They are the reason I’m actually kinda sorta managing to send Motley (Nikki) to art college.
I’m going to post the link to a blog post that...
1 Jan
Remember when people were retweeting Neil Gaiman’s call for people to help me find homes for the kittehs? Remember how so many people emailed and said they would take them? Do you know how many of those people actually did what they said they would do? None of them. Well, one person who said she would take one, ended up not being able to, but yanno… she found someone else who would. An author from Lyrical Press came and adopted the only female.
So all of that frenzy was pretty much for naught and makes me wonder if those people just said those things thinking the great Neilhimself...
8 Aug
The sun sometimes does shine out of people’s asses. Or their green eyes. How do you put away nearly 11 years of your life in a neat little box as if it were just a stack of photos and mementos? I need to learn this in case what appears to be inevitable occurs. I can’t armor myself either. There is nothing that can withstand a nuclear blast. And I’m no cockroach.
I thought about posting Comfortably Numb but I’m not comfortable. Not sure how long it will be before I am once more. But I like this song. It’s very me right now if you just take the S off of she.
She...
28 May
Actually, my publishing cherry will be popped tomorrow on Sunday. That’s the day The Wise Guy is released by Noble Romance Publishing. This book is the most recent contract I received, but the book is being released just before the first two books of the Tales of the Darkworld.
If you want to read more about the book and all the people who did things to actually help me make this happen you can run over to the Lex Valentine blog and read the post about Release Day. Here, I want to talk about this book and the whole getting published thing in a different way. You see, these books are seeing...
21 Feb
You know that saying about how it takes a village? I’ve always assumed that since the sentence was never finished that it assumes it takes a village to do anything well… big. Last night I decided to make a video instead of making a recording of me and Nikki singing the Coventry Carol. It’s not that we can’t sing… we can, and we do it pretty well. It’s just that we were imbibing last night and I just couldn’t string the stanzas together properly. Go figure.
So I’m making this video and I’m thinking about all the books I have coming out in 2009...
25 Dec
I promised Gooster more Tracy James. So today’s humpday hotness is… Tracy James. Also, I want to thank everyone who has already commented on my Halloween story. Even if I’m not one of the five stories with the most comments, I appreciate the support of everyone who took the time to go there.
I wonder sometimes if anyone other than myself really understands this urge that drives me to write and see it published. With my birthday only a few weeks away, I can honestly say that I feel really paranoid. I have this frenetic drive to make it happen. I feel like I’m running out...
7 Oct
*sigh* My self esteem has taken a hit in the solar plexus. Lucky for me, I’m used to gasping for air. However, it’s left my mindset that of the poor kid staring in the window of FAO Schwarz at Christmas. Or Ebeneezer Scrooge looking in the window at the happiness of Bob Cratchit’s family despite their lack of money. So I’m a little disconnected, a little lost today. You’ll have to forgive me my moodiness.
One night ShinyBitch told me she needed a poem for her character Sascha. Sascha was going to write a poem to her mate. Shiny was looking for poetry on the internet....
5 Aug
So I was looking for a piece of erotica that I wrote about something that happened twenty-ish years ago. It was a story about me and a black leather jacket clad guy named Paul. My first thought was that I would post it here and heat up your Sunday. Then I read it. I haven’t read it since last year, when I submitted it to the 2007 Zanctuary writing contest.
Anyway, when I found the piece, I highlighted it to copy it… and then I started reading. It was a little hard to stop once I’d started. And then I started remembering. Oh, yeah. Then I realized it’s a little over the top...
26 Jul
I have a month’s worth of vacation stored up. I’m using 2 days this week though. However, after 9 years at my company, I still feel the need for that stockpile of vacation hours. I don’t think I’m gonna get fired, even on my most frustrated days. Yet, I still need the security blanket those hours provide. So, no vacation for me.
This weekend will feel like a vacation for me. Four whole days that I don’t have to go to the office. Four whole days where I can maybe spend a little money. Four days where I will get to spend some time with people I enjoy. Maybe that’s...
24 Jul
It seems like a day doesn’t go by that something doesn’t happen to make me fear my mortality. I’m sure one of the reasons I write about immortals is that I’m quite afraid of dying. Today, I got to work and discovered my co-worker’s husband had died in his sleep on Saturday. This is the second of my co-workers to lose a husband. It’s shocking. And heartbreaking.
With my mortality feeling very fresh and raw, I managed to get through the day. However, while others might feel that making sure someone has their “power of blog” is part of making arrangements,...
21 Jul
I can’t remember the last time I was alone for an indefinite period of time. I mean, Motley’s always been here (excepting camp, trips, Rawhide Ranch, that sort of thing) for 19 years. And Rott’s been here (excepting a night or two at his pal Curt’s and 3 months while he waited to get a Prop 9 I think it’s called) for almost 10 years. Now, I’m not sure when Motley’s coming home. I know she will, just not when. And Rott, well he won’t be home for awhile. I’m really freaking alone. It feels… weird.
Since I’m alone this weekend, I might...
4 Jul
I have too many cookies on my plate. In my world, that translates to too many storylines. Hence the title of this post. Storylines… Cookies… Oreos… you get my drift. I love having things to write. If I don’t have anything to write I would go stir crazy because basically, I am a hermit. I don’t go anywhere. My blog should be Socially Dead, not Motley’s.
Last night, I had a phone call that was a little depressing. Rott called his mom and she called me. She had relayed my message to him that I loved him, and I missed him. He didn’t give her a reply message....
13 Jun
