Sam I Am (Not)

So if you follow the link, you'll see that a book that was supposed to have my pseudonym has another writer's pseudonym on it. Samantha Winston instead of Summer Devon.

Clearly someone's mixing us up. I mean there are some reasons to confuse us:

Sam was a model.
I was a model.

She's female.
I'm female.

She's a mom.
I'm a mom.

She writes smut.
I write smut.

She uses a pseudonym for her smut
I use a pseudonym for my smut.

Okay here are the differences:

She was a real model. Like really. I mean she worked for Elite. (Not sure I know what that is but it sounds impressive.)
I was an art model. They'll hire anyone.

She speaks English and French. And maybe other languages.
I speak English (after 7:30 am).

She lives in an elegant villa in France. (home of the best food, wine and scenery in the known universe [as voted by my ex-neighbor the Francophile])
I live in an aluminum-sided bungalow outside Hartford (home of more insurance companies than anywhere else in the universe. Also known as America's filing cabinet)

She is married to a professional polo player.
I'm married to a guy who would probably fall off horses as often as I did when I went to Camp Rim Rock, if he ever got on a horse, which he hasn't (Camp Rim Rock was only for girls). He has ridden an elephant once though--at the circus. Heh. But he didn't get a chance to try polo.

Her garden:

My garden: Oh bugger it won't let me load an image. You can check out the unidentifiable things here. It's fairly green except in the badminton area, where we have pounded the grass and weeds into dust. It's much easier to play on dirt.

This is a landmark near her home. A nymphorium!
This is a landmark near my home. El Mercado!

So, the moral of this little story?
Any time anyone wants to mix me up with Sam Winston, hey, works for me.


  1. Uh, totally brain fart on my part but I read 'Camp Rim Rock' as Camp Rim Cock.

    After that I couldn't stop laughing.


  2. Oh my, Camp Rim Cock - the wetdream of every teenage boy, lol.

    OK - I guess we are two different people despite the publisher's attempt to morph us together, lol, but we seem to be connected in strange and mysterious ways:
    You have hand-knitted socks
    I have a pair of your socks
    You write for EC
    Me too! (small world isn't it?)
    Some of our links are *gasp* the same!
    My garden looks far better in picture form than in real life, and personally, I think el Marcado would be a helluva lot more practical than a nymphorium. I can't buy food at the nymphorium, although I suppose it would be easioer to appease the gods there - it wouldn't do to light a sacrificial fire in the marcado, lol.
    Summantha Wevon?
    Sammer Dinston?

  3. Does El Mercado have tamales? I could really go for tamales... or a lean, eager-to-learn Latino youth.

  4. Great post! LOL.

    Also, my captcha is gkoxx (say the last four letters aloud if you don't get it). I think Cindy caused it.

  5. heck.
    I can't leave comments in my own blog! it's so unfair. I had some good ones too that made sure you all felt welcome..


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