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It’s all fun and games until someone Googles “spider p*rn.”
Ah, the Interwebz. Purveyor of recipes, cat videos, the Mighty ‘Zon…and spider porn. No, you probably do not want to Google search that and click on the Images tab. (It’s okay. I’ll wait while you do.) So how the fark
Fargo Episode 1 – my blant.
*Spoiler Alert* You have been warned thusly, and so begins my blant (blog+rant). It’s taken me a week to process how I feel about episode one of Fargo (on FX, episode two is on tonight). Yes, I realize it’s not
Oh, the things you can see…
I love going to the flea market. We don’t get to go very often. But when we do, it’s always fun to do our own version of Jay Leno’s skit that he used to do on the Tonight Show about
Dear Schick: Screw you, you clueless twits.
Dear makers of Schick Quattro for Women, For some reason, you seem to think that the planet’s women are either richer than Scrooge McDuck, or pre-pubescent teenaged girls who don’t care about function over form. For the record, I neither
And now…
Whew! First-round edits for Lost Bird (Coffeeshop Coven 2) are turned in. (Coming 5/2 from Siren-BookStrand.) You know what that means, right? Yes. Let the hamster wheel spin again. LOL Starting work on the next WIP tonight or tomorrow. Problem
Day 8: The end is in sight…
Day 8 of Hubby in Snowhio: Less than 24 hours until Hubby’s return. I think it comes not a moment too soon. I swore this morning that I heard several tiny voices chanting, “One of us…one of us…” out in
Day 7: The attacks continue…
Day 7 of Hubby in Snowhio: I am beginning to think the maow-maows are smarter than I thought they were in hiring outside assistance.. The damn outside bird returned this morning, attacking my office windows. Fortunately it’s raining now and
Day 6: They’ve contracted outside help…
Day 6 of Hubby in Snowhio: Apparently the maow-maows have contracted outside assistance. Since they can’t deprive me of caffeine or food, they’re attempting to drive me crazy(ier) with a damn bird beating against the window. It’s a juvenile blue
Day 5: They’ve changed tactics…
Day 5 of Hubby in Snowhio: Despite the maow-maows best attempts yesterday, I had coffee this morning in the new coffeemaker. Overnight, however, they did gravity-check a bag of peaches I had on the counter. Asshats. I believe now they’re
Confused and prone to wondering…
No, not a typo. LOL I nearly always have a day or so of aimless mental ambling following meeting a deadline. Wondering what I need to focus on next while barely able to think straight. Especially with a book like
Blessed Imbolc! (And, oh yeah, Super Bowl Commercials)
Blessed Imbolc, peeps! 🙂 Ya know, I keep thinking there’s something else big going on today… Hmm… LOL Oh, yeah, Happy Super Bowl Sunday! 🙂  I’m only watching for the commercials, since I have no dog in the fight this
Pimp your review site/page/group.
I’m in the middle of revisions and updates to my “Pimp Yourself” social media guide. It was over three years old and needed updating. I’m working on updating the resource list as well, so here’s your chance. In the comments,
You know you’re a writer when…
The awesomesauce Kristen Lamb has a hysterical (and, sadly in my case, true) blog today about how you know when you’re a writer… http://warriorwriters.wordpress.com/2014/01/10/you-know-youre-a-writer-when/
Soft Tymber, Warm Tymber…
Soft Tymber, Warm Tymber, fuzzy ball of snark. Happy Tymber, Sleepy Tymber, wears pj’s when it’s not dark… You know it’s cold here in Florida when I break out the Soft Kitty onesie. (And I bought it at ThinkGeek.com, in