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Monday, November 26, 2007
My bookmarks, let me show you them
More show and tell today.
These are the bookmarks that will be available at various events, starting with RT. I'd only intended to get a few hundred, but since Bettie did such an amazing job on them, I'm definitely getting a bunch. What do you think? Pretty hot, right?
The Bettie of whom I speak is, of course, Bettie Sharpe, who wrote the awesome serial story Ember, which has been running weekly on Bam's blog. She's also got a novella, Like a Thief in the Night, coming out with Samhain in January. "She’s a heartless assassin; he’s an immortal thief. In another life, they would have been lovers. In this one, he’s her target and she’s his prize." What could possibly be better than that? Well, only a full length novel. You're not going to want to miss it.
How did I wind up with Bettie doing design work for me? Well, I fell in love with the cover for Ember, and I surfed over to her website, where I found a gorgeous banner for her novella as well. So I emailed her to ask who does her design work. Imagine my surprise when I found out she's a double-threat, an amazingly gifted author who can design gorgeous stuff like this too. Holy crap. I hired her immediately, and set her to work making beautiful things for me too. Mwahahaha!
I'm thrilled with these bookmarks, as you can well imagine. As Rick said in Casablanca: Bettie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
flavor
That's all for today. I can add nothing to that. Kthxbai.
Labels: fun stuff
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Contest-y goodness
I thought y'all might be interested in the list I sent to Anne a while back. For a week or so, I was big time into thinking up possible names for TNFKaGT (The Novel Formerly Known as Good Touch). I couldn't work on anything else, really, until I came up with the definitive list. There's my single-mindedness again.
So here's what I came up with:
Boneyard Boogie is my favorite. What's yours? I'm thinking of doing this as a contest. Here's the deal. You pick ONE favorite (I know, it's gonna be hard to narrow it down, but you can do it!), and tell me what that is in comments. The person who gets it right (selects the title that marketing decides on as well) will receive an ARC of Grimspace, well before its release date. If more than one person picks the right title, they ALL get ARCs. And if marketing makes up their own title, and doesn't pick one from my list, then I'll draw a random name for the winner. Sound fun? All you have to do is... choose.
There can be only one (favorite).
PS - my special loop-only contest starts today, but you can't play if you're not a member. Isn't it time you signed up?
So here's what I came up with:
- Object Lesson
- Vicious Gifted
- Dread Naught
- Dead Man's Merengue
- Zombie Mambo
- Throw the Bones
- Revenant Wrath
- Hot Luck
- Burning Dreams
- Bred in the Bone
- Phantom Fire(s)
- Hard Spark
- Salt and Bone
- Burn Effect
- Boneyard Boogie
- Bare Twilight
- Parlor Trick
- Warlocks Wild
- Heathen Magic
- Eternal Flame
Boneyard Boogie is my favorite. What's yours? I'm thinking of doing this as a contest. Here's the deal. You pick ONE favorite (I know, it's gonna be hard to narrow it down, but you can do it!), and tell me what that is in comments. The person who gets it right (selects the title that marketing decides on as well) will receive an ARC of Grimspace, well before its release date. If more than one person picks the right title, they ALL get ARCs. And if marketing makes up their own title, and doesn't pick one from my list, then I'll draw a random name for the winner. Sound fun? All you have to do is... choose.
There can be only one (favorite).
PS - my special loop-only contest starts today, but you can't play if you're not a member. Isn't it time you signed up?
Monday, October 15, 2007
The nominees are...
The lovely and talented Dionne Galace picked the top four, therefore I'm removed from accusations of bias and what-not. Without further ado, here are your Embarrassing Story finalists.
Wicked Writes:"I rise late from le boudoir and feel like dinner instead of a late lunch. I know the Chinese place across the street has great deals and I quite fancy some of the 'special mixed meat curry'. It tastes divine going in but ends up watery coming out the back door.
So? I figure everyone gets the bum squirts now and then and it's no bid dealio. I'll just wear a panty liner to keep my knickers from getting streaked.
Eventually the ass gushing stops and I am left with a smelly toilet and a rubbish bin in my bathroom full of poopy panty liners.
I forget about it. I can sort it out later. There is some serious ovarian histronics happening because Tarzan is on tv and he is FINE.
The phone rings. I am selling a fishtank and some dude wants to come pick it up and pay me monies.
Whatever. Back to Tarzan.
Now, I live with 2 bastard catses. Babycat is an adult but behaves like a toddler on a sugar high and Afrocat is the grumpiest bitch on the block. Both are going full scale maddo running up and down my hallway and in and out of all the rooms.
I ignore them and watch more smexy Travis Fimmel. I pray his lil buttflap thing will fall off but it doesn't.
Doorbell rings and dude is here for the tank. He pays me and I leave him to pick up the tank and get the hell out.
*CRASH*
There is an almighty skidding, banging and mewling screech.
I roll my eyes. Cats.
Dude is leaving and needs me to hold open the front door for him. I am a lazy pig and huff about leaving my tv. We head into the hallway and nearly get tripped up by Afrocat being pursued by Babycat.
The smell hits me first...
Uh oh. Shit.
Afrocat gallops past us wearing a couple of my used vag liners complete with skiddy crap marks. She is furiously trying to outrun Babycat and get the sticky pads off at the same time. She looks like she is having a seizure and the smell is enough to make you gag.
The dude looks disgusted and then looks everywhere but at me and makes some comment about the weather. The weather? WTF? Did he not just see the funneh? My cats are cute and he should be cooing and awwing over their splendidness. So what if one has a few ass gravy painted panty liners stuck to her? She was PLAYING. I resist the temptation to ask him if he wants to stroke my pussy... It is hard.
I give him mercy and reach down to pick Afrocat up. She glares at us with hatred. Her growling sounds like a rottweiler and she twitches trying to get the pads off. I peel the shitty liners off her (taking a good lump of fur off too) and release the poofball. She saunters off to watch us from a more queenly vantage point. Babycat follows her.
I am pushing dude out towards the front door with the liners wadded up in my fist.
I manage to peek in the bathroom on the way past and see the bin is on it's side and the contents are strewn all over the floor.
Oh well. These things happen. I hold the door open for dude, thank him for the money and smile. He looks green. I offer him my hand to shake and he visibly winces before rushing away as fast as possible. Kinda rude, if you ask me.
Anyway. I put the rubbish back in the bin, tied the bag and disposed of it properly. I also washed my hands and then went back to watching TV. Deadwood would be on soon. I likes me some sweary western fun!"
Robin:"Years ago, I was on day 3 of my first serious career-track job. My company was hosting a seminar presenting our project to 500 industry leaders. My mentor, a corporate heavy-hitter, forgot to order a translator for a non-English speaking government official who was due to speak. In a bind, he "asked" me whether I would be willing to stand up in front of 500 VIP's to do simultaneous translation (which I'd never done before). Remember it's just my 3rd day on the job. I was backed into a corner and said yes. Only catch? The ^%$%$#$@# Minister had never had anyone translate before AND NEVER STOPPED TO LET ME SPEAK! By the time he'd droned on for 5 straight minutes I'd completely forgotten what he'd said when he started! I literally froze halfway through and stood there with my mouth hanging open until the Mayor stood up from the audience and finished the translation. And to top it off, afterwards the Deputy Mayor had the nerve to tell me "wow, you really screwed up out there, didn't you?"! Utter and total humiliation which took over a year to live down. I'm cringing at the mere memory."
Kim W: "I accidentally tucked my skirt into my pantyhose when I was in the bathroom. I worked in a large office building at the time. I went all the way from the lobby area to my office with my behind hanging out. I saw a few snickers and wondered what was up. It wasn't until I walked through the door of where I worked and the receptionist started laughing at me when I passed by that I knew. Of course I had no panties on so that made it even worse."
L: "I can remember a time long, long ago. I was a mm, clumsy child and I lived with oldest sister.
Who obviously hated me, because she made go to a church where old people said "bless your heart" like I was diseased for being biracial. That's not the worst of it, though.
She made me wear a gigantic poofy dress. Gigantic as in...you can move without toppling over.
So I waddled like a penguin to church.
I was like, five, and there was a boy who was cuter than cute, but who is now uglier than ugly.
I sat down looking away from him...
onto air...
and flat on my ass.
Nobody helped me up or nothing.
The poofy skirt flipped up and out onto my face showing off my underwear to the formerly cute but now very ugly boy.
I died. Like five times.
It took people like ten minutes to help the poofy dressed one up.
There was no hurrying.
That was the moment when I realized I had the potential to be the greatest pyromaniac a five year old could be.
Long story, short, my sister shipped me back to my parents."
And you choose...
You have 24 hours to vote. The poll is set so it won't let you vote for yourself repeatedly, but you can have all your friends and family stop by if you'd like. Feel free to be shameless.
Tomorrow, we'll have a winner!
In the meantime, let's talk about my favorite new discovery, Ayo. She's huge in France, y'all. She's got a simple acoustic feel along the lines of Tracy Chapman or Sade, but she has her own magic. Check her out!
What's your favorite singer / band that other people have probably never heard of?
Wicked Writes:"I rise late from le boudoir and feel like dinner instead of a late lunch. I know the Chinese place across the street has great deals and I quite fancy some of the 'special mixed meat curry'. It tastes divine going in but ends up watery coming out the back door.
So? I figure everyone gets the bum squirts now and then and it's no bid dealio. I'll just wear a panty liner to keep my knickers from getting streaked.
Eventually the ass gushing stops and I am left with a smelly toilet and a rubbish bin in my bathroom full of poopy panty liners.
I forget about it. I can sort it out later. There is some serious ovarian histronics happening because Tarzan is on tv and he is FINE.
The phone rings. I am selling a fishtank and some dude wants to come pick it up and pay me monies.
Whatever. Back to Tarzan.
Now, I live with 2 bastard catses. Babycat is an adult but behaves like a toddler on a sugar high and Afrocat is the grumpiest bitch on the block. Both are going full scale maddo running up and down my hallway and in and out of all the rooms.
I ignore them and watch more smexy Travis Fimmel. I pray his lil buttflap thing will fall off but it doesn't.
Doorbell rings and dude is here for the tank. He pays me and I leave him to pick up the tank and get the hell out.
*CRASH*
There is an almighty skidding, banging and mewling screech.
I roll my eyes. Cats.
Dude is leaving and needs me to hold open the front door for him. I am a lazy pig and huff about leaving my tv. We head into the hallway and nearly get tripped up by Afrocat being pursued by Babycat.
The smell hits me first...
Uh oh. Shit.
Afrocat gallops past us wearing a couple of my used vag liners complete with skiddy crap marks. She is furiously trying to outrun Babycat and get the sticky pads off at the same time. She looks like she is having a seizure and the smell is enough to make you gag.
The dude looks disgusted and then looks everywhere but at me and makes some comment about the weather. The weather? WTF? Did he not just see the funneh? My cats are cute and he should be cooing and awwing over their splendidness. So what if one has a few ass gravy painted panty liners stuck to her? She was PLAYING. I resist the temptation to ask him if he wants to stroke my pussy... It is hard.
I give him mercy and reach down to pick Afrocat up. She glares at us with hatred. Her growling sounds like a rottweiler and she twitches trying to get the pads off. I peel the shitty liners off her (taking a good lump of fur off too) and release the poofball. She saunters off to watch us from a more queenly vantage point. Babycat follows her.
I am pushing dude out towards the front door with the liners wadded up in my fist.
I manage to peek in the bathroom on the way past and see the bin is on it's side and the contents are strewn all over the floor.
Oh well. These things happen. I hold the door open for dude, thank him for the money and smile. He looks green. I offer him my hand to shake and he visibly winces before rushing away as fast as possible. Kinda rude, if you ask me.
Anyway. I put the rubbish back in the bin, tied the bag and disposed of it properly. I also washed my hands and then went back to watching TV. Deadwood would be on soon. I likes me some sweary western fun!"
Robin:"Years ago, I was on day 3 of my first serious career-track job. My company was hosting a seminar presenting our project to 500 industry leaders. My mentor, a corporate heavy-hitter, forgot to order a translator for a non-English speaking government official who was due to speak. In a bind, he "asked" me whether I would be willing to stand up in front of 500 VIP's to do simultaneous translation (which I'd never done before). Remember it's just my 3rd day on the job. I was backed into a corner and said yes. Only catch? The ^%$%$#$@# Minister had never had anyone translate before AND NEVER STOPPED TO LET ME SPEAK! By the time he'd droned on for 5 straight minutes I'd completely forgotten what he'd said when he started! I literally froze halfway through and stood there with my mouth hanging open until the Mayor stood up from the audience and finished the translation. And to top it off, afterwards the Deputy Mayor had the nerve to tell me "wow, you really screwed up out there, didn't you?"! Utter and total humiliation which took over a year to live down. I'm cringing at the mere memory."
Kim W: "I accidentally tucked my skirt into my pantyhose when I was in the bathroom. I worked in a large office building at the time. I went all the way from the lobby area to my office with my behind hanging out. I saw a few snickers and wondered what was up. It wasn't until I walked through the door of where I worked and the receptionist started laughing at me when I passed by that I knew. Of course I had no panties on so that made it even worse."
L: "I can remember a time long, long ago. I was a mm, clumsy child and I lived with oldest sister.
Who obviously hated me, because she made go to a church where old people said "bless your heart" like I was diseased for being biracial. That's not the worst of it, though.
She made me wear a gigantic poofy dress. Gigantic as in...you can move without toppling over.
So I waddled like a penguin to church.
I was like, five, and there was a boy who was cuter than cute, but who is now uglier than ugly.
I sat down looking away from him...
onto air...
and flat on my ass.
Nobody helped me up or nothing.
The poofy skirt flipped up and out onto my face showing off my underwear to the formerly cute but now very ugly boy.
I died. Like five times.
It took people like ten minutes to help the poofy dressed one up.
There was no hurrying.
That was the moment when I realized I had the potential to be the greatest pyromaniac a five year old could be.
Long story, short, my sister shipped me back to my parents."
And you choose...
You have 24 hours to vote. The poll is set so it won't let you vote for yourself repeatedly, but you can have all your friends and family stop by if you'd like. Feel free to be shameless.
Tomorrow, we'll have a winner!
In the meantime, let's talk about my favorite new discovery, Ayo. She's huge in France, y'all. She's got a simple acoustic feel along the lines of Tracy Chapman or Sade, but she has her own magic. Check her out!
What's your favorite singer / band that other people have probably never heard of?
Friday, October 12, 2007
Free Loot Friday
You know, sometimes I think I'm going about this blogging thing all wrong. Everyday I try to come up with something interesting that'll make y'all wanna come back.
Now I'm thinking I'll go at this from another angle, at least on Fridays.
You've gotten a free ride off me long enough. It's time for you to entertain me!
So here's the deal. Every other week (that'd be every second Friday) I'm gonna pose a question and the best answer wins a prize. This time, I'm asking:
What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?
Toilet paper stuck to your shoe? Skirt tucked up in your hose at church and nobody told you? Spilled a pitcher of tea into your boss's lap?
I wanna hear about it! Make me laugh, make me cringe, make me feel sorry for you. But make me feel something, for sure, because if I'm bored, you don't get the prize.
And it's worth winning. Ever thought about picking up Lisa Kleypas's contemporary, but you weren't sure you wanted to invest that much in a hardback you aren't sure you'll like? I have a copy of Sugar Daddy with your name on it. Well, not literally. But if you win it by sharing your most embarrassing moment, you could write all over it, cos I'll mail it to you.
Here's the rules. You have until Monday at noon to post your story here in comments. On Monday afternoon, we'll vote on the best story, and on Tuesday, I'll send your book! Sound fun? Let's get started.
And two weeks from now we'll go again. No, I'm not telling you the question or the book you could win. You have to come back to find out.
Go on, you may as well bookmark me on your favorite places, cos you know you can't resist free books. You'll be back.
PS - if you wish to enter under a nom de plume, I completely understand.
Now I'm thinking I'll go at this from another angle, at least on Fridays.
You've gotten a free ride off me long enough. It's time for you to entertain me!
So here's the deal. Every other week (that'd be every second Friday) I'm gonna pose a question and the best answer wins a prize. This time, I'm asking:
What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?
Toilet paper stuck to your shoe? Skirt tucked up in your hose at church and nobody told you? Spilled a pitcher of tea into your boss's lap?
I wanna hear about it! Make me laugh, make me cringe, make me feel sorry for you. But make me feel something, for sure, because if I'm bored, you don't get the prize.
And it's worth winning. Ever thought about picking up Lisa Kleypas's contemporary, but you weren't sure you wanted to invest that much in a hardback you aren't sure you'll like? I have a copy of Sugar Daddy with your name on it. Well, not literally. But if you win it by sharing your most embarrassing moment, you could write all over it, cos I'll mail it to you.
Here's the rules. You have until Monday at noon to post your story here in comments. On Monday afternoon, we'll vote on the best story, and on Tuesday, I'll send your book! Sound fun? Let's get started.
And two weeks from now we'll go again. No, I'm not telling you the question or the book you could win. You have to come back to find out.
Go on, you may as well bookmark me on your favorite places, cos you know you can't resist free books. You'll be back.
PS - if you wish to enter under a nom de plume, I completely understand.
Labels: contest, free loot friday, fun stuff
