Cover Art!

Cover art has arrived for As Luck Would Have It! 

Two Months? Really?

I can’t believe I haven’t written a post since Christmas.  Yeesh.

I know I’ve been crazy busy, but seriously, two months?

For some reason, I’m just a little embarrassed by that.  I feel like I should make some excuse. 

 So, here it is–

I’ve been, as mentioned above, crazy busy–getting the first two drafts done of my second book for Dorchester (tentatively titled A Tempting Fate.)  I just emailed the second to my agent today.  YAY!  And I have to say, it’s been worth all the hard work, because it is good.  It is really, really good.  I love it.

 Now I’m going to sleep for a solid twelve hours, and then finish up some minor revisions to As Luck Would Have It. 

Mood–tired and happy

  

A Christmas Treat

         MERRY CHRISTMAS!

     An odd choice for a Holiday image, I know, but I just watched this (most of it anyway, as I missed the first few minutes) and it is fantastic.  

    And the best part?  There’s not a single animal attack in the entire show.  I can’t remember the last time I watched a nature documentary that didn’t include violent death.  A really lovely offering from PBS.  

Five Odd Things

Kimmi tagged me for this.  So here goes–

Five odd and/or unique things about myself.

1.  I didn’t read my first romance novel until just a few years ago.

2.  If you tickle me, I get violent.  Seriously.  I can’t help it, it’s an instinctual response to something that is, for me, painful.  I’ve  drawn blood on a couple of friends who ignored this warning. 

3. When I’m lost in thought, I poke at my lips.  It’s sort of like chewing on pencils or one’s nails.  Only it’s weird.   I’ve never met anyone else who does this.

4. I sleep with a light on.  Not the overhead light, but always a hall or bathroom light.  I’m not the least bit afraid of the dark, I just hate not being able to see when I get up in the middle of the night for something.

5.  I have more lines (I refuse to call them wrinkles) on the palms of my hands than most ninety year olds.  I always have.  I like to think it means I’m an old soul . . . and I’d like it if no one disabused me of this notion. 

 I tag anyone who wants to play.

Woot!

     At 90K, the first draft of A Tempting Fate (working title) is now complete!

     *If I had any idea how to put a jumping smilie or dancing banana emoticon in these posts, I would do so here.* 

     Not only am I thrilled to have hit this particular milestone, but I am ecstatic at how well it’s turned out.  Just my humble and slightly biased opinion, of course, but I happen to think this book is fantastic. 

     There’s lots left to be done still–I don’t expect to be through with rewrites for another month or more–but what I’ve got, I really love.

     And that is an incredible feeling.

Busy Little Hermit

I haven’t posted in a couple of weeks now.  In fact, I haven’t done much of anything besides write for a couple of weeks.  I feel like a recluse, but on the up-side, I’ve less than 10K left on the WIP that’s due Feb. 15th.  And I’ve added a bit to my third WIP as well.

 Woo Hoo!

Book Tramp

    MissLadyRae over at AW was kind enough to make a badge for those of us who read around.

      I shall wear it with pride.

Another Way to Laugh

     Does anyone know of a good synonym for “laugh?”  Here are the problems I have with the ones I’ve found in my thesaurus.

     Guffaw–I think of a piece of straw poking through missing front teeth. 

     Giggle–Save me from giggling heroines.  Once or twice might be acceptable under the right conditions, but no more.  And in my humble opinion–Heroes should not giggle.  Evah!

     Titter, Sniggle, Simper–These forms of laughter are generally reserved for snotty secondary characters.

     Chuckle–This is actually occassionally acceptable–more so for the male–but use it too often and it seems to me that he starts sounding jolly.  Ho Ho Ho  

     Chortle–Ho Ho Ho x1000

     Anyone know when the phrase “cracked up” became a part of our vocabulary?  I suppose it’s too much to ask that it have its root in some archaic saying. 

     Here’s one I’ve never heard before in my life–

     Whizgigging–How does one even go about using that? 

     “You’ve kippers on your face,” she whizgigged.  Hmm.  Sadly, I don’t think that’s going to cut it. 

     Suggestions?

Happy Thanksgiving!

Confused

     On the off chance anyone is under the impression that I know what I’m doing when it comes to blogging, let me just say. . .

     Check out the change of fonts in my posts.

     What the heck?  Not only do I have absolutely no idea how I managed to do that, I also have no clue as to how to fix the problem.  I tried, I really did, but. . .nothing. 

     Sort of like my completed word count for today. *sigh*