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Thursday, April 30, 2009

Come to Farmington Connecticut and write with me next Tuesday

I posted an excerpt over at erotic muses today.

And I started yet another facebook group.
I have no idea how to get people to partake in this sort of group so I'm guessing it might just be me sitting there in the Borders with my laptop. Next Tuesday, May 5. Cinco De Mayo!

At least I won't be able to get up and do laundry if I get stuck on a tough passage. You know writing's going badly when doing laundry becomes a temptation.

It's sad though. I went through the hundreds of names of writers I know and want to invite and so very few of them live within 100 miles of me. Bah.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

what's for dinner--messing around on a hot day

Trader Joe brown rice medley** cooked the way they told me to. That stuff is fun to bite--nice give to it.


1/2 of the TJ rice stuff mixed with chopped cherry tomatoes, garlic and red onion minced, some of last year's frozen basil, some lemon juice, balsamic vinegar, and olive oil. Based on L's recipe--except she uses plain brown rice because of the celiac factor. I added crumbled goat cheese because we have it.

I'd never made this TJ medley before and I ended up with a lot.

I tried a variation on a 90's salad standard: the other half of the rice with dried cranberries and toasted walnuts (I wanted almonds) and sesame-based salad dressing (I'm lucky enough to have some Krazy Kazu's) If we had oranges, I maybe put some chopped bits in. But we don't. And if I had any more red onion, I'd put that in too, but it's gone. And maybe as an homage to the original recipe, I'd add little strips of spinach--if we had any.

Yum. I bet they'll be better tomorrow.

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**It has barley in it so I guess that means it's not gluten free.

Monday, April 27, 2009

here's how you know you're old or have no sex drive or . . .

The hunky college boy down the street is stripped to the waist, mowing the lawn. He's showing off muscles, glistening with sweat.

Your response: oh shit. Those shorts he's wearing look nothing like the ones the boyz own. They're going to want to get new ones, I'll bet.

You're so obsessed with the new style of shorts, you only realize what an uncougar you are hours later.

Friday, April 24, 2009

I'm going to go post more pics at Sunny Lyn's

but first....

the whole gay marriage thing went by so quietly here in CT. Rell signed the bill (not that they needed her to) that she promised she'd veto (not that it would have made a bit of difference).

Kind of a disappointment. Where was the flash and excitement? Over at Dan Savage's place everyone's ready to buy Iowan and Vermont products to show support because those states are so right to allow gay marriage. Where's our reward? Huh? Skip the Vermont Maple Syrup! Buy the Connecticut insurance!

Just for a little wave goodbye, here's the NOM (National Organization for Marriage) "the coming storm" ad and some of the mocking responses:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wp76ly2_NoI&annotation_id=annotation_887222&feature=iv
the original ad by nom

http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/224789/april-16-2009/the-colbert-coalition-s-anti-gay-marriage-ad
colbert's version

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lizz-winstead/the-storm-gathering-about_b_186199.html
huffington post's version

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F40LRG9wDWY&feature=player_embedded
and another

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7YGe8DwBs-s

the most self-righteous one.

My favorite is gone ....oh well. It was pulled because it used copyrighted material from Viacom. Would that material be the Weather Girls singing It's Raining Men?


Thursday, April 23, 2009

passing through

I posted over at erotic muses And pretty soon I'll post the pictures Sunny Lyn sent me. Those will go in her blog though. (See my last post since I'm too lazy to link)

My blog seems to be pretty deserted these days. I do miss blathering on and on, but not enough, apparently, to blather on and on. I especially miss the voices of other people making fun of me on my blog.

Here's what else I miss: Going to RT. Getting big contracts for my fabu books. Eating as much as I want and not gaining weight. Drinking water straight from the tap.

We're not lying awake, worrying about the boil your water thing our local water supply put out yesterday. It's not a big deal.** After all, the only danger copepods can create for humans is when they act as vectors for dracunculiasis aka guinea worms (don't click this link if you're squeamish and for god's sake, do NOT do an image search for guinea worm. Please). Those guys aren't found anywhere in North America.

Mike's theory is that the water people are making us boil because they haven't figured out how those guys got into the water and so there might be other risks the MDC haven't found yet. Or something.

I wasn't paying attention because I was still reeling from the guinea worm thing.


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**although I guess it must be worrying a lot of people. That website is obviously swamped. ...Heh. Get it? Water? Swamped? Umm. Yeah.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

I'm not at RT

but Lyn and Lex are. They called me, which made my pathetic evening. No industry news from them thank goodness. Good, clean gossip, which is what one really craves from those events. Screw industry news which is always:
1. depressing
2. incomprehensible
3. out of date
4. something I've heard over and over and still don't believe
OR
5. about other people who deserve the success they have achieved but do I have to be gracious at this moment?

Lyn actually called because she wanted me to post pictures at her blog. So I did.

Time to write something that'll make me money.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

why I'm not here today

1. It's Mike's birthday. Happy birthday, Mike. Hope you like the ridiculously extravagant presents I got you. I like one of 'em. Not quite a Greyhound bus but close to it.

2. Have you looked outside my window? It's freaking spring at last! The sky, the ground and everything in between 'em is gorgeous.

3. Unfortunately it's not so freaking gorgeous inside. Dirt, mess, dog hair, papers on nearly every surface. Somebody ought to clean this place and Mike shouldn't (see item 1)

4. If I do anything on the computer, it'll be edits on the reverse Daddy-Long Legs story. Now that Word and I are on speaking terms again, this might be possible. Yay me and my mad computer skills--which consists of removing nearly every bit of software on the computer and loading some of the stuff back. It seems to have mostly worked. Sort of. Outlook will never load again, which means I probably don't have your email address.

4. the oven's beeping--cake's ready.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

more ranting

By the all holy god, Microchip, I despise Microsoft Office--Word and Outlook in particular, Since those are the only applications I use regularly, I just freaking HATE Office.

I've been battling a software problem for days. I've used all sorts of detection software, and carefully deleted anything superfluous from my machine. It's better but it still freezes every half hour or so and must be rebooted. I'm not even trying to work at this point.

Don't bother to tell me what I can do to make it better because the only thing I'm willing to do at this point (other than throw the computer off the deck) is delete all of Office and reload it. I ordered new copy of Office because when I tried doing dump/reload thing earlier, I was told I'd used up all my installs and when I called up to complain, well.......

Never mind.

Just never goddddddamn mind.

If only publishers didn't do everything in Word. I'd be free of my chains and my burning load of hatred.

In other angsty news , over heavy duty protesting from boy3 I signed him up for the only city program still open to his age-group during vacation week 3 2-hour sessions of golf.
The good news: he likes it.
The bad news: he likes it.

He's talking about wanting golf clubs. Oh. No. I have created a monster.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Tax time

...which means the computer must freeze. The M key must now be pounded in order to sort of work. The internet connection must be very dodgy and bug out at least once an hour. Every single calculator in the house must go into hiding. All the very uninteresting WIP plots that have been hanging around looking meh will suddenly develop intriguing possibilities. The kids will require a great deal of attention. They will squabble. The dog will develop the runs.

And we will owe more than we ever have before? Oh, now that's nasty.

Thursday, April 09, 2009

Over at Erotic Muses

I put up an excerpt--a bit of "Direct Deposit" from the anthology Who's Your Daddy. The book, that came out a while ago, only recently showed up in print and it's a nice quality print book too. Somewhere between trade and mass-market size. Looking good.

My novella is the only smut I've seen about infertility--getting back your mojo after the process of treatments.

But I swear to Lascivious, The God of Erotic Romance Writing....Henceforth, I will not have any more lip biting.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

the blog is eating my post!

Agentfail goes on and on and on. Ginger Clark** responds.

And I actually had something sort of potentially useful to add instead of just my feelings. Although while I'm adding my feeeeeelings, wtf is it with writers who think that just because they're pouring their heart and soul into their career--putting their writing above family and life--we should respect them more? Pity them perhaps, when their efforts don't work, but are we supposed to respect workaholics?

I just want to kick them in the ass and tell them to get off the computer occasionally so they don't lose their friends and family or turn into a big whale. I've been guilty of monomaniacal behavior leading to whaledom so I'm hypocritical. But never in my career or lack of it, did I think other people should regard me with more than the usual amount of respect afforded anyone else. And why should your passion be Ginger Clark's problem?

Since I've been in those shoes, I can guess why they want this wackadoodle choice to be acknowledged. I expect it's because they are defensive in general about their writing. They need outside confirmation of their choices. Hard (can we say nearly impossible?) to get when you're unpublished. You have to get that from yourself, dude. And might I suggest going out for a run/walk now and then? Get some perspective back?

Anyway. Back to the agentfail thing at that blog. What I wrote, sort of:
Clark's answer made sense. And I had no idea people would be idiot enough to diss a rejecting agent. Talk about a self-destructive move.

But the whole NO ANSWER issue isn't just a bad idea because it's rude (and it is rude. Really truly. Feels incredibly callous and I know from rude because I am a much-rejected rioter and a published author who's gotten reviews) -- it's also inefficient. At least once my manuscript didn't go through to an agent. I only found out because I emailed the agent who took the time to write back to say she hadn't received it. After that, I would write follow up notes. When those got ignored, my shorts were well and truly frosted----I know, I know my problem, not theirs. But still. Here's a previous rant about the silence factor.

Anyway. If I was an agent, I'd write rejections rather than just stay silent. Just seems more businesslike. You can avoid all the "didja get that ms? huh? didja? huh?" But I'd set up an email account that could only send out mail, not receive it. And I'd add a groveling apologetic paragraph to my form rejection, all about "agency policy" not being able to have follow-up conversations about rejections.

Back when I worked at Frederick Magazine, I had to reject ideas and articles all the time, and I always made it someone else's problem. Company policy works well for an agent. A big bureaucrat is making it so I can't talk to you. It has nothing to do with the fact that you're a doot-brain and I'm too busy.
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**UPDATED TO ADD: I forgot to mention that back during my big replace-the-agent search (see long grouchy despairing notes from a bit more than a year ago. Also a funny incident) I got rejected by Clark. A really nice rejection that made me wish she'd said yes because I'd have liked to work with someone like her. I like the agent I got though, so that's okay.

advice

I'm going to be interviewed on local cable access television tonight. I'm not supposed to wear red or anything with small patterns, so I guess my penguin pjs are out. Any other suggestions? Specifically, I'd like to find out how to rid myself of approx 20 lbs between now and then.

Sunday, April 05, 2009

reasons to love the internet

There is a new book review up for Somebody To Love (new as in it posted February. I don't check these ancient books) and the person reviewing apparently specializes in BW WM reviews.** Took me a moment to figure it out. Black women, white men. I recall that the book got reviewed on another website one that sought out books featuring larger than size twelve heroines.

I wonder what other sites specialize in particular tastes in reading. I can imagine thousands (I won't): Mysteries that only take place in small English villages and feature older women. Heroes with a stutter. And yeah, I could throw in some very specific sexual kinks but there are so very very many. There is the Shed, which seems to specialize in spanking.

I want someone to make a list of these sites or reviewers. Not me, because I am so lazy it isn't funny. But I think it's a useful sort of a list. I suppose tag words on Amazon can help, but lists are better.

HEY, Does AAR still have books sorted into categories by time periods, characters etc.? I should go look. I'm trying to get away from the webs these days (you noticed I wasn't around as much, didn't you? Didn't you?) And AAR is one of those sites that sucks you in for a good long look.

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In other Internetty News, Ann Z tells us that Rachel Maddow told us to watch this. Ann and Rachel are right. Even if you hate Sound of Music, it's purely fun.

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And in other other IN boy2 sent a link to the best screen play based on a computer game, ever. Not on my watch!

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** the reviewer also said: "The heroine is independent but vulnerable. The hero is equally so, although we don't understand why until the very end." and I have no idea what she means--as in I've forgotten what we learn at the end. I'd reread it but that book is one I can't, for some reason.

Saturday, April 04, 2009

Hey, you


Mostly I'm posting to move that video down. It takes up a lot of room. LISTEN, if you're in BOSTON, go see Aya's stuff. I can't, so you do it.

Thanks.

In other news, my usual email address hasn't been working all day. I'm not ignoring you.




Picture by Aya, used without permission.

Thursday, April 02, 2009

spring revel music



also good Burning Down the House by the Talking Heads or how about some Bruce--especially when you're driving?
Spring music requirements:

It has to have a refrain you can sing along with
Nothing too complicated musically or lyrically
Not too loud or metal because this is just bopping, not yowling music.

okay I copied and pasted over at erotic muses

but at least there I copied and pasted some worthwhile fun. Literature and SEX. Always a good idea (that first sex scene from Choke aside)

autoblogging

how on earth do I let so much time go? Oh hey, that's the first line of the blog generator.

And if I want to keep it short, this apathetic entry one works, too.

Here's a longer version of the apathetic entry with more specific anecdotes.
I had to work out 20 times just to get the image of Krissi and Ephraim doing the Macarena in Wal-Mart out of my head. They were my best friends. Now I hate them. I don't need this malarkey, I have too much Grand Theft Auto to play to deal with that.


and another site


Hows that for generic?


DO I have anything to say for real? For real, no. Not really. Unless you're one of the many, many editors I've called to judge our local contest and who's ignoring me. Then I have to say, please? Please? PLEEEEEEASE?