Friday, May 30, 2008

Enemy Lover

My next werewolf Nocturne, Enemy Lover, is now available for pre-order on Amazon!

Enemy Lover is Damian's story from The Empath. He hunts down his draicara, his destined mate, in New Orleans and finds out she's been infected with the stone spell and is slowly turning to stone. She hates and fears him, thinking he murdered her brother, but must team up with him to find a missing book of magick that contains a cure to save her. Otherwise, she'll be trapped forever inside stone, her spirit alive but imprisoned for eternity. In the meantime, they are being chased by evil Morphs who want the book for themselves, and will use the dark magick spells in the book to eliminate the Draicon for good.

I had fun writing this one because we went to New Orleans to research it. Rode the streetcar to City Park, stayed at a quaint hotel in the French Quarter, hung out at Jackson Square listening to the street musicians. We also took a tour of the hurricane damage and saw the struggles the city's residents are still enduring.

And on that note, it's hurricane season next week, but already Tropical Storm Alma, a Pacific-originating storm, has hit Nicaragua. I'm ready for hurricane season like a delinquent Girl Scout. Canned goods? Expired. Bottled water? Nope. Gas for the generator?


Someone tell the National Weather Service we here in Florida can't AFFORD hurricanes this year.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Why did the chicken cross the road?

A friend sent me this in an email. Sometimes, you just need to laugh.

Subject: Why did the chicken cross the road?

BARACK OBAMA:The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a CHANGE! The chicken wanted CHANGE!

JOHN MC CAIN:My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.

HILLARY CLINTON:When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken to cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure -- right from Day One! -- that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me.......

DR. PHIL:The problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize that he must first deal with the problem on 'THIS' side of the road before it goes after the problem on the 'OTHER SIDE' of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his 'CURRENT' problems before adding 'NEW' problems.

OPRAH:Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.

GEORGE W. BUSH:We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.

COLIN POWELL:Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road...

ANDERSON COOPER - CNN:We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.

JOHN KERRY:Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against it.

NANCY GRACE:That chicken crossed the road because he's GUILTY! You can see it in his eyes and the way he walks.

PAT BUCHANAN:To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.

MARTHA STEWART:No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.

DR SEUSS:Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.

ERNEST HEMINGWAY:To die in the rain. Alone.

GRANDPA:In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.

BARBARA WALTERS:Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to thechicken tell, for the first time, the heart warming story of how itexperienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish itslife long dream of crossing the road.

ARISTOTLE:It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.

JOHN LENNON:Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace.

BILL GATES:I have just released eChicken2007, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your check book. Internet Explorer is an integral part of the Chicken. This new platform is much more stable and will never cra...#@&&^(C% ......... reboot.

ALBERT EINSTEIN:Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?

BILL CLINTON:I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What is your definition of chicken?

AL GORE:I invented the chicken!


DICK CHENEY:Where's my gun?

AL SHARPTON:Why are all the chickens white? We need some black chickens.

To which, I add my own...
FREUD: Why do YOU think the chicken crossed the road? Did the chicken have a problem in childhood with its mother? If it were a rooster, it might be the male preoccupation with size and the road, long and wide and phallic, would represent a certain envy, so to cross it would mean crowing that said rooster has won over the road.


This is why some people in the world have a low opinion of Americans. It's because they hear crap like this and think we are ALL this nuts.

This is so freaking ridiculous that I am nearly speechless. Nearly.

Dunkin Donuts, my fav. coffee to go place, pulled a TV ad featuring Rachael Ray simply because she wore a scarf that some conservatives say is a "terrorist" outfit. Blogger Michelle Malkin says is too much like the Arab keffiyah, which some terrorists have worn.

Ok, so ALL Arab men who wear keffiyahs are terrorists? Even the peace-loving ones who wear them? Because that is what you imply, Malkin.

"Popularized by Yasser Arafat and a regular adornment of Muslim terrorists appearing in beheading and hostage-taking videos, the apparel has been mainstreamed by both ignorant and not-so-ignorant fashion designers, celebrities, and left-wing icons," Malkin wrote in a column, claiming the keffiyeh "has come to symbolize murderous Palestinian jihad."

The article continues, "In a recent online ad, Rachael Ray is wearing a black-and-white silk scarf with a paisley design. It was selected by her stylist for the advertising shoot. Absolutely no symbolism was intended. However, given the possibility of misperception, we are no longer using the commercial," the company said in a statement published on

"Malkin took the removal of the ad as a chest-thumping victory for herself, and terrorist-hating Americans. "It's refreshing to see an American company show sensitivity to the concerns of Americans opposed to Islamic jihad and its apologists."

what a freaking doofus... Chest thumping, too. Like a gorilla. An insult to an intelligent species that doesn't discriminate based on clothing. No wonder the world thinks Americans are nuts, based on this crap... and thus the hate and bigotry go on and on in a cycle that never ends...

and over in China, 80,000 are dead from the earthquake and hundreds of thousands more are homeless and hungry. Millions more in the world go to bed hungry. Children are dying of starvation in Haiti and Guatemala. Hey Malkin, maybe you should take some of your righteous anger and start feeding the world's poor. I'm sure they would be eager to grab a cup of Dunkin and a donut and wear whatever you deem appropriate. Hey wait! They have no clothing, either! You can give them donuts AND whatever garb you think is correct.


Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Perspiring and inspiring

In the news...

The space station's toilet is busted. They need a plumber. NASA may order one soon. I hope so, for the crew's sake. Wonder what the fee will be... will it be a pay toilet to cover the cost?

Inspiring (but sad): One of the few polio victims who spent her life in an iron lung died when the power failed and the generator didn't kick in. An iron lung is a machine that forces the lungs to compress. Dianne Odell, 61, was confined to the machine since she was 3 years old. She lay on her back and could make eye contact via a mirror attached to the machine.

But she didn't let her disability stop her. She got a high school diploma and even wrote a children's book about Blinky, a star that longs to become a wishing star. What courage Dianne had...and what inspiration.

In the AOL article I read, they said, "In a 2001 interview with The Associated Press, she said she wanted to show children, especially those with physical disabilities, that they should never give up. "It's amazing what you can accomplish if you see someone do the same thing," she said.

On the home front, I'm busy with revisions on the Nocturne Bite, and when they are done, will go back to Egypt and the next historical.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Hump Day Hunk

Nocturne author Michele Hauf has a cute blog topic for June. Michele was the launch author for the new Nocturne BITES e-book stories.

Each day she's featuring a guest author and her... toes. I'll be a guest author on her blog, Dusted, and have to figure out what kind of toe pix I'll offer.

IN the meantime, in honor of the month of toes, I offer this Hump Day Hunk. Isn't he precious? I'd rather stare at his, er, appendages ....hmmmm

Tuesday, May 06, 2008


I'm much better now, thanks to the MD and heavy medication. The diagnosis was a sinus infection which led to bronchitis. I know I got the infection due to the mold at the Hilton Hotel at RT. I'll never stay at another Hilton unless I'm forced to for business. Yuck!

I was wheezing so much that last week after climbing the stairs at the day job, I felt like I was going to pass out. I never faint. That was pretty damn scary.

Life and deadlines march even, even when you are sick. I got the line edits for ENEMY LOVER, my next Nocturne out this November. It's Damian's story from THE EMPATH. They're due back in a week. And I'm giving a workshop on Rejection, Revision and Rejoicing next Saturday at the Gulf Coast Writer's group on the west coast. And I'm still plugging away at the next historical, plus revising the Nocturne Bite that is due very soon.

All this while working at the day job.

No wonder I'm tired...

I think tonight DH and I may visit the beach. I can bring the new Neo (yay!) and write while he combs the sands with the metal detector. I need beach time. I really haven't recovered since RT and the wind not only got knocked out of my sails, my sails went down for the count.

I think that may be the last RT I do. It has nothing to do with the controversy humming about the blogosphere, there's ALWAYS something that follows after an RT or an RWA national convention that ruffles feathers. It has to do more with my own personal preferences on how I allocate my precious vacation time and what I can get out of it.

And right now, after being this sick for so long, I know what I need most is quiet, quality time with DH, not another romance convention.