Showing posts from August, 2011

sbd later on

I bought two ebooks today and read them both immediately--sort of fell on them like a starving person. One I knew I'd like because JL Merrow. Duh Of course. I'd read her description of a town meeting (and those things are duller than the phone book). Plus from the review I'd read over at Dear Author, I'd figured I'd like the book, Muscling Through . Al, the hero, is a sweet block-of-wood oaf. I loved him, but not like that. Which is fine. Larry was almost worthy of him. I'm like Sarah--I didn't think I'd could cotton to a hero who is mentally challenged, but who couldn't like a man who's so direct and kind? I bought the other book, Zero Factor by Stacy cey "No E in Stacy" Gail (and not Gail Stac e y, which I keep calling her) because I apparently have a thing for heroes who are ex-killing machine types. Machines changed to men by the love of a good woman (which isn't this story, not really) Hey, that's the best explanation I

SBD post hurricane edition

Which books did I like this week? It's more a week of not liking books -- and that's no fun. I did listen to the Princess Diary after all these years of trying to ignore its existence. Pop references sure did date that thing. A teenaged girl lusting after George Clooney and Harrison Ford; Madonna as news-worthy? But that's fine. It was cute. It fit my mood. Not as appealing to me as Lockhart. I know that I read at least one book I enjoyed and I can't begin to remember the title, the subject, the author. I do recall I made an attempt at a Laurel Hamilton, Swallowing Darkness, but it was book 8 and I hadn't read 1-7. (That's the reason I'll give for not lasting for more than a couple of chapters because we all know there are other reasons to give up, but someone like Beth could express it better). Seriously this is sad--I can't remember what I've been reading. I'm turning on my Kindle. Looks like I'm currently reading an Ann Tyler, Noah&#

Seducing Miss Dunaway (a Victorian Romance) - All Romance Ebooks

Seducing Miss Dunaway (a Victorian Romance) - All Romance Ebooks my new novella. Buy it from ALL SORTS OF VENUES See what I'm managing to do? Do you see what I, one of the least technologically astute person extant, has managed? Yes. The novella is now up at Kindle . AND: . It's up at Smashwords. It's up at Barnes and Noble. It's at All Romance Ebooks. This experience has convinced me that publishing is permanently moved to the strange, shifting sand-world, no looking back or you will turn into a pillar of salt. I'm sticking with publishers, thank you. I like being associated with reputable companies. But wow, that I could do this? Eez wild.

A New Novella by Kate

This is one I wrote and published on my own. (I didn't edit it. I'm not that dumb. Thanks, Linda and Laura) It's available through Smashwords and eventually it'll be up on Amazon. Only 99 cents! What a deal! For less than a cup of coffee you get a heartwarming tale. (get it? warming? like coffee, except cheaper?) Buy this! Here's a blurb:  Twelve years ago, a stranger's kiss helped Miss Dunaway reach her heart's desire by allowing her to escape the path to marriage. Now the gentleman has reappeared and his presence reminds her of pleasures she left behind. Lord Fellington doesn't seem to recognize her, and it's absurd to suppose he'd recall the kisses they shared all those years earlier. After all, he has seen plenty of life, including tragedy. He apparently only regards her as the celebrated matron of the foundlings' home where he plans to atone for his role in his brother's death. But Miss Dunaway has grown restless. A

as soon as you say the words, everything shifts

"The words" in that title equals anything, not the the big ILY phrase. Bet you thought that's what I meant because I'm a romance writer. I just wrote an article for savvy authors (won't show up for weeks) and the topic is all about how I have self-discipline! Here are some tricks! I can make myself work without outside influences! As soon as I finished the article, I stopped working. Everything ground to a halt. It's noon and I haven't written a word of fiction--although at the moment that article counts. I started craving more outside recognition, again. ("Love me, praise me, bring me wine. Tell me my prose smell sweet.") Insecurity about work arrived with a full orchestra's fanfare and a big banner saying "You Suck" I'm not actually whining, okay, maybe I am a bit. MOSTLY I'm just snickering at how predictable people are. I'll get past this soon enough--maybe I'll go back to Beth's place which apparently

over at Renee Bagby's place and random junk

First chapter of the first book by me, Kate. I just got to beta-read a Bonnie Dee story and you didn't. My life is good. That's two books I've beta-read this summer that I love. I wonder what happened to Heidi's story? Another reason life is thumbs up, I got to wake up from the worst dream ever of a picnic in a field of bones. Standard nightmare B-grade movie visions of bone-y hands reaching from the earth. Bones rolling under our feet, making us trip and fall onto more bones, with just a thin layer of dirt and grass to disguise the sea of violent death. Waking up from that means I'm still alive..... for the moment. I have to drag a kid off to back-to-school shopping. We're not in an all-fired-big-ass-hurry but it's either that or get back to editing one of two stories lurking on my computer and when I say edit I mean rewrite nearly every painful word.

Snapshots from Our Vacation

No literal snaps, unless Alex sends them...What with college in our lives, family vacation has gone from a week to two days. From a cottage on a lake to a hotel room near the airport in Rhode Island. The 5 of us jammed into a 1 bedroom Homewood suite that really should have been one room. BUT. Listen. It was great. You should be sad you weren't us. Highlights: --I don't get why that fire thing is so cool even when it's entirely cheesy and we joined the army of tourists crowding along the shores to watch. But the smell and crackle of the fire and the new age music and most especially (this is the important part for me) the silly chandeliers under the walking bridges all work perfectly. Yes. Thumbs up. --A festival featuring Bolivia? Um. Columbia? Somewhere. We stumbled across something in the dark that featured a lot of dancers in glittery costumes and red underwear. Also big slabs of meat and empanadas sold from trucks. Two thumbs up and pass the napkins. Oh, and ev

Stop hinting at the question. I'll tell you.

Most months I make enough to cover about a week's grocery bill and maybe a pizza order --if we stick to plain pizza. I mean just enough pizza for the five of us. If one of the kids have a friend over, nope, not enough. If we were to translate this into the college bill, I'd say I'd cover a quarter credit a month, maybe. Why am I writing this? Because people keep wondering about how much money I make and implying that I should make enough to do something about the car situation** by buying a brand new car. As in new? I don't think so. I don't particularly mind telling you. I'm not being coy when I don't get specific with numbers because there's no knowing exactly what'll happen month to month. Most months I make more than $100 and less than $500. Now you know. __________ **the minivan that wouldn't start last month now won't stop. I came to the stop sign at the end of the block, put my foot on the brakes--and as my foot slammed all

lifted from regretsy

and I'll get sued for unfair use or something but it'll be worth it. ( I think fenrislorsrai wrote it.)