Monthly Archives: June 2007

Weekend drive-by posting…

Hey all — sorry I’ve been MIA for a bit.  Got a hellacious cold coupled with bronchitis right before I had to head to New Orleans for a work conference.  Now before you whack me in the head for bemoaning that *g*, keep in mind that ‘most any city isn’t a ton o’ laughs when you’re hacking up a lung!

Anyway, feeling much better now!!  We’ll be back to our regularly scheduled programming on Monday!!!

Recycling the blog…

Rinda tagged me on Wednesday with this post, but I was seriously under the weather and pretty much stayed in bed all day.   Thanks for the smile, darlin’, and for making me think.  Loves ya!

The gist is this:   Recycle a Post. The rules for the meme are simple: go through your archives and pick out a post that you want to share again. Don’t just link to it, reproduce it in its entirety.

Rinda said such nice things about me…it seriously lifted my spirits on a crappy dayT.L. Schaefer–because I just love this woman.  Seriously nuts about her and I don’t see her enough.  We share a lot in common with our views and when we get together, we both forget to breathe, we’re talking that much.  Plus, she’s a fantastic writer I expect to see on the bestseller lists someday.  Hopefully soon. )

Anyway, without further ado…here’s my recycled post!


 I read this article in the local newspaper yesterday ( and thought it was really insightful…and all too true to life considering the author has been in the shit. 

Since we have so many of the folks at our base deploying, I thought this gave a good perspective about what folks coming home are going through.  And nowadays, even for those people not connected directly to the military, don’t most of us know someone who’s been effected by this?

Heck,  August thought it was a great article, and he’s a freakin’ military historian in addition to serving 20 years in the Air Force.

So what do you think?


This one still strikes home for me, probably because I watch people heading to and coming home from both battlefronts on a weekly basis.

Kate — I’ll do your tag tomorrow, promise!

What’s Going on With Me Wednesday

I’m super jazzed to announce that my fantasy romance, The Saints of Midland, is now available at Samhain Publishing!!  So if you’re of a mind, swing on by and pick up an e-copy.  Print should be out sometime in the spring.

When it comes to “new” writing, it’s been one of those weeks.  Even tho my crit partner and I issued a challenge to each other to get to a certain wordcount by Sunday, I notice that both of us have conveniently avoided e-mailing each other…on my end it’s because I didn’t even get close.

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6,916 / 30,000

I’m not sure exactly why the words aren’t flowing for me yet…this is a novella, for goodness sakes!  I got my hero, heroine and baddie all figured out, have the story flow in my head, and have even gone back to layer some stuff in, but when it comes to actual production, not so much.  Maybe that means when I actually start putting fingers to keyboard it’ll fly right out in a marathon session.  One can only hope.

I started thinking about why I might be stalling.  Right now we’re going through a bit of an upheaval at work…my sitting commander is getting ready to head to his new job down in Florida, and I truly love that man, so I think I may be in pre-mourning *g*.  Not to say that the new guy isn’t great, he is (we were stationed together in the Azores), but when you’ve had a truly great leader for three years, it’s always hard to see him go, even if you know it’s the best thing for him, and the shake-up of priorities within your group will be a bennie to everyone once the dust settles.

I have my RWA meeting this weekend, and I’m betting that’ll inspire me.  I adore those women and always come back from Oklahoma City feeling recharged and inspired.  Cross fingers for me!

TABT…Stray by Rachel Vincent

There are only eight breeding female werecats left…and I’m one of them.  I look like an all American grad student.  But I am a werecat, a shape-shifter, and I live in two worlds.  Despite reservations from my family and my Pride, I escaped the pressure to continue my species and carved out a normal life for myself.  Until the night a Stray attacked.  I’d been warned about Strays—werecats without a Pride, constantly on the lookout for someone like me:  attractive, female and fertile.  I fought him off, but then learned two of my fellow tabbies had disappeared.  This brush with danger was all my Pride needed to summon me back…for my own protection.  Yeah right.  But I’m no meek kitty.  I’ll take on whatever—and whoever—I have to in order to find my friends.  Watch out, Strays—‘cause I got claws, and I’m not afraid to use them…

What a FAB debut book!  And I’m not saying this just because Rachel is a chapter sister of mine.  She’s created a great urban mythology, and obviously knows her cats.  The love triangle between Faythe, Marc and Jace works because I remember being that age, and making the stupid-ass choices that Faythe makes.  In the end, tho, she does what she has to, not only to solve the mystery of the Stray (not saying more so I don’t give it away), but to save her Pride and find more than a bit of herself.  Faythe is one of those characters you’re either going to love or hate, and to me, that’s the measure of a great author, because we buy into the character so much.  If you’re a squeamish reader, tho, some of the scenes may make you skip ahead because they’re graphic (but necessarily so, to set the tone and background).  Personally, I can’t recommend this one enough if you’re a lover of gritty urban fantasy…go out and grab this one now!

Movie/Music Monday … Last of the Mohicans

Movie:  The Last of the Mohicans (1992) 

Y’know, when it comes to movies that make me go “meh”, this is one of them.  I absolutely LOVE the battle scenes and the authenticity of the politicking (on all sides…the Brits, the French and the various Indian tribes).  I even like Daniel Day Lewis in the early stages of the movie for his laconic stoicism.  But when Madelaine Stowe is introduced and all those long, smoldering looks are exchanged, I just want to gag.  Maybe it’s because I don’t really care for either of the two leads on any given day, but putting the two of them together and conning me into believing their undying love just isn’t going to happen.  IMO, if you’re gonna watch this movie, keep your eyes glued on Wes Studi (Magua), because he steals the show.


What does that say about me as a romance writer?  Makes me wonder if I’ve been watching “good” battle scenes with my hubby too long.  But then again, when I think about it, my favorite “love” stories (or at least the ones made in the last twenty years) always have an overtone of action-adventure, with the romance happening along the way.  Like what?  Well, let’s see… Romancing the Stone for one.  This is an unapologetic romance, but the action never stops, and the romance doesn’t feel forced…it feels “right”.  I can watch this one a million times and still never tire of the storyline and the way it makes me feel happy at the end.


On second thought, maybe that’s it!  Loooong, over-the-top romantic movies (think Titanic) just make me tired.  Yeah, I may bawl like a little girl at the end of them, but it’s unlikely I’ll watch them again.

Thirteen Hotties to make you go “hmmmmm”

Okay, I know my list isn’t typical (no Orlandos to be seen), but you’ve gotta admit my guys have charisma!1.  My hubby, August!

2.  Ed Harris

3.  John Cusak

4.  Joaquim Phoenix

5.  Barry Pepper

6.  Taye Diggs

7.  Patrick Stewart

8.  Sam Elliott

9.  Paul Newman

10.  Matthew McConahy

11.  Jacob Dylan

12.  Mike Rowe

13.  Brad Pitt (but only when he’s not pretty…Kalifornia, 12 Monkeys)

Who are yours?

What’s Going on With Me Wednesday

I actually got a decent amount of writing done this last week…a little over 2,000 words, which makes me very happy.  Normally I’d be all depresso about not getting more written, but I was working out serious plot issues in my head before committing to paper (or keyboard).  Basically the series I’m working on (RuneQuest) have all had a paranormal romantic suspense bent to them, and for a good long bit I had no idea what the suspense angle of Sea of Dreams was going to be, or even where the damned rune was hidden.  But as I hacked away in fleshing out the characters, it was like a lightbulb came on.

Now that’s not to say that I have any idea whatsoever what the various twists and turns will be, or how things will go boom in the end, but at least I have my baddie in my head, I’ve introduced him (if only through a dream sequence) and I’ve got my heroine and hero back together again.

That’s one thing I’ve discovered about writing novellas…you’d better have that shit square, otherwise you’ll squander way too much of your word count in setting things up.  While novellas can be everything from spicy to inspirational, getting to the gist of the story quickly is an absolute must.  Sooo, when all’s said and done, I’m 5,700 words deep and have vowed to my crit partner to be at 10,000 by the end of the weekend.  (We’re using utter humiliation as a cattle prod *g*).

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5,700 / 30,000

TABT…Sleeping with the Agent by Gennita Low

Lily Noretski is as dangerous as she is beautiful.  She’s also a sleeper in possession of a devastating weapon.  As a sharpshooter, Navy SEAL Reed Vincenzio is as emotionless as they come.  Armed with a file on his target, Reed knows what he has to do.  He must win Lily’s confidence, find the weapon…and eliminate her if necessary.  Yet his files don’t even begin to hint at this extraordinary woman’s fire and courage, making this assignment harder than any Reed has ever undertaken.  Lily knows that someone is pulling her strings, but if she is to survive, she must put her life in the hands of this charming, magnetic man who appeared out of nowhere.  Her head tells her she’s in grave peril, but her heart dares her to put everything on the line.  Will the price of her passion prove to be more than she bargained for? 

I’ve read some ho-hum reviews on this book, and I think I understand why…just like in Linda Howard’s Kiss Me While I Sleep, Lily and Reed aren’t your standard romance fare, and accordingly, they don’t always act with honor or predictability.  Now, that’s not to say that they’re not honorable in their own rights…they are, but both use available means to reach their end.  Think Sam Starrett and Alyssa Locke from Suzanne Brockmann’s books.  Personally, I *really* liked this book, and powered through it in a day, which meant I pretty much ignored my hubby (then again, soccer was on, so I have an excuse).  When it comes to recommendations, I’ll definitely be picking up the other books in this series (I believe this was the third), because I like Low’s gritty characters and her realistic take on life.  If you’re a Brockmann or Howard fan (of her most recent single title books), then this is definitely something you would enjoy.

Poor, pitiful me…

Yeah, I know it’s the name of a song, but it’s also what *I* did to  myself this weekend.  You know that saying about the metabolism not being what it used to be after forty?  Well damn, it’s true.

See, it’s like this.  My boss had his going away party on Friday, and I proceeded to get royally lit.  No, I’m not talking about dancing-on-the-tables, doing-something-stupid lit, but rather the “holy crap, I wasted a whole, beautiful weekend being hung over” lit.  Sigh.  Luckily hubby and I were smart enough to get a ride home (thank you, Designated Drivers of the world, and specifically Airman Nestor!!).

Methinks wine and I are no longer speaking, let alone being the good friends we used to be.  Because of that, I wallowed this weekend, rather than doing anything but watching the tube with my hubby (you guessed it, soccer and Frazier DVDs), so no music or movies this week.  Tho I *did* fall asleep to Ghost Story (one of my fave movies) on Saturday as I attempted to recoup.

So what did y’all do this weekend???