kate rothwell

I wish someone would come pick a fight with me. I'm in the mood and I could use the blog traffic to prove I can do PR. No one sez the attention has to be positive, dammit. Hey, look at me, I'm an ASSHOLE works.

Jackie has more energy in her pinky than I do in my entire bod. She is what my high school pal would call "a craaaaazy woman!"--you have to say that in a voice filled with awe and envy. Things happen to Jackie Ivie. She is a grandmother but probably the hottest one on the planet. Handsome men she's never met walk up to her and suggest she spend the rest of her life with them She's what a romance writer is supposed to be: bubbly, gorgeous, exuberant and slightly intimidating. Or maybe that's just cause she's tall? Also, she's a really good artist. Thirteen Things about Jackie Ivie by Jackie Ivie: 1 - I live in Alaska. All that sunshine in the summer and all that that warmth, and the scenery - and I'm telling you Alaska has no equal. Here're a few truisms. This time of year...: The break of dawn is something like...11:30 a.m. If a tree starts moving, it's connected to a VERY large moose. Studded tires are legal in mid-Sep...

Check out this cool charity auction she's doing for Ember. It'll help people and you'll get to do that read-through thing versus the drip....drip.... Own a whole copy today!

ring ring caller id: The Overlords of Publishing me: I've been waiting for you to call back. Good job on Lofty and Sharpe, but you haven't done anything about the other requests I made. OOP: We have misplaced the list. Me: Yeah? Like those two publishers that have lost my manuscripts? Three manuscripts gone. Do you know in four years, two have gone astray at the large place that shall not be named but has had two names in during the years they've-- OOP: Look we don't have a lot of time and we are so very tired of whiney writers, so unless you have-- Me: Okay, here's my list. You'll get these people fresh contracts asap. Got a pencil ready? Okay. Nancy Butler, Megan Frampton, Myretta Robens, Nonnie St. George-- OOP: Wait. They write quiet books with practically no violence or sex and absolutely not a vampire in sight. Me: You're right. No vampires. Plenty of tension, though. Tension should be enough for some books. Not every book has to move at the sa...

Huh. Blogger keeps sending me my old posts via email. Maybe it's trying to spit them out. Vote in the contest. Now. *** Yesterday I screwed up. I left a comment meant for a particular post not only at the wrong post but the wrong blog . But this made me wonder... could one guess what blog a comment comes from? I can think of a few places that invite a very particular sort of response: 1. That's way more than I want to know about snot or viruses. Get back to butts, okay? 2. LOLOLOL, oh you're so wonderful when you're horrible. {{{grovelling}}}} 3. But once you've got that mousetrap attached to the nipple, is it possible to add a little electricity? 4. No, don't hold back. Why don't you tell us what you really think about South Florida drivers? 5. 1980s mantitty again ? You're too good to us. can you match the (pretend) comments to the blogs? Mistress Matisse, SBTB, ferfelabat, Miss Snark, Doug-----but jumbled. Which goes where? *** Also an update fro...

Have you read more of Bettie's story or are you waiting for the whole thing? I suppose either way works, as long as you do eventually read it. If you're getting into this creative writing shtick, go check out Petunia Happenstance's Reboot contest. It's funky, it's interesting. You can Win a pretty book. You are aware that PBW features the best free advice / news / John and Marcia snar k but it's nice to be reminded that she's out there. Any more fun contests and events out in the world? Authors wanna pimp your contests? Go ahead. Vote in MY contest (below) so some lucky talented winner will get a fine array of valuable prizes.

Did I say when I was going to JUDGE the puppies by the 24th? Huh? Did I? It's tough! You guys are too good. And it's come to a eenie meanie minnee mo thing. So I'll post the four and you pick the winner. Remember, the contest was A Big Secret and points for 400 words or less and for not SAYING exactly what the secret is. Bonus for babies. I found it hard to resist Doug's entry, but it came in at 419 words. And I rooted for Jesus Mary and Joseph but I figure one per author. I know I said as many entries as you wanted, but that's because I want to read them. I love how perverse you people are. #1 James looked at me and, his deep blue eyes never wavering, and said, "I have a secret." My mouth went dry. James had always been the one for me. My heart mate. My destiny. Searching for him after he left town had taken all my time, money, and energy. Now that I found him, I wasn't about to let him go. "You're married. Is that it?" I managed to kee...