Tuesday, January 29, 2013
By light of the lava lamp...
I actually had to confiscate my lava lamp from my minion's room. Sigh. Somethings are just sacred, ya know?
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Eye Candy: Abigail Barnette's THE BOSS [ch 1]
Today, I'd like to bring your attention to a wonderful project, THE BOSS by Abigail Barnette. Why is it awesome? Glad you asked.
I think it's spiffy on a couple of levels, mainly because it's a gigantic middle finger lifted high towards trash books. [Disclosure: mindless novels to while away time, cool. Trash books are ones that are poison to society, like 50 Shades of Gray, which advocates domestic abuse [not the sex scenes... every other scene that is filled with manipulation and constant fear of a 'loved one'] THE BOSS is being released chapter by chapter, every two weeks at : Abigail Barnette's THE BOSS
THE BOSS is the story of Sophie, a modern woman taking on the fashion industry as an assistant to a magazine editor. Sophie has things handled, daily regimen and all. Until the auspicious day when her boss, the editor, never shows up to work, after being canned.
The whole office is in an uproar. Amidst this chaos, Neil makes his appearance. Neil, you see, is the owner of said magazine. He owns a lot of things, being wealthy... and that includes the plane ticket Sophie was going to use 6 years prior to head toward Tokyo to avoid college.
Before Sophie went to college, she thought about running away to Japan. A flight delay and chance meeting with Neil (using the moniker, "Lief") resulted in clothing strewn over the expanse of a hotel room for a single night.
The single hottest night of Sophie's life.
So here she was, wondering wtf, and here he was, giving no indication of remembering such a tawdry night.
That puts Sophie in a wee tizzy, being that it was ten kinds of awesome sex.
I'll just say the first chapter ends with a great, smirk-inducing hook.
The writing flows very well, and the reader gets a grasp of how Sophie navigates her world. She is a competent heroine-- intelligent, savvy, and not completely bowled over by Neil's mere presence.
If you are a fan of sharp writing, I suggest you give THE BOSS a read. No excuses! It's free! The only real downside I see is that it's so long between chapters. Personally, if I'm enjoying what I'm reading, then I will want to finish what I started. Being cockblocked after a single chapter is a little frustrating Happy thought? Knowing there's a chapter two on the way!
I think it's spiffy on a couple of levels, mainly because it's a gigantic middle finger lifted high towards trash books. [Disclosure: mindless novels to while away time, cool. Trash books are ones that are poison to society, like 50 Shades of Gray, which advocates domestic abuse [not the sex scenes... every other scene that is filled with manipulation and constant fear of a 'loved one'] THE BOSS is being released chapter by chapter, every two weeks at : Abigail Barnette's THE BOSS
THE BOSS is the story of Sophie, a modern woman taking on the fashion industry as an assistant to a magazine editor. Sophie has things handled, daily regimen and all. Until the auspicious day when her boss, the editor, never shows up to work, after being canned.
The whole office is in an uproar. Amidst this chaos, Neil makes his appearance. Neil, you see, is the owner of said magazine. He owns a lot of things, being wealthy... and that includes the plane ticket Sophie was going to use 6 years prior to head toward Tokyo to avoid college.
Before Sophie went to college, she thought about running away to Japan. A flight delay and chance meeting with Neil (using the moniker, "Lief") resulted in clothing strewn over the expanse of a hotel room for a single night.
The single hottest night of Sophie's life.
So here she was, wondering wtf, and here he was, giving no indication of remembering such a tawdry night.
That puts Sophie in a wee tizzy, being that it was ten kinds of awesome sex.
I'll just say the first chapter ends with a great, smirk-inducing hook.
The writing flows very well, and the reader gets a grasp of how Sophie navigates her world. She is a competent heroine-- intelligent, savvy, and not completely bowled over by Neil's mere presence.
If you are a fan of sharp writing, I suggest you give THE BOSS a read. No excuses! It's free! The only real downside I see is that it's so long between chapters. Personally, if I'm enjoying what I'm reading, then I will want to finish what I started. Being cockblocked after a single chapter is a little frustrating Happy thought? Knowing there's a chapter two on the way!
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
The tides of life
I've been writing in one form or another since grade school. Novels, since high school. Always, words have been there as a source of comfort.
Two years ago, I got a call from my mother asking me if I would relocate back to my hometown and move in with my grandmother-- my uncle was supposed to be watching gramma, but he got arrested for selling meth. *sigh* Just had to cook and clean, keep her company.
They didn't tell me my grandmother had Alzheimer's.
The first month went well. I was me. We were in her house. All was cool.
After that, shit hit the fan in waves. Actually, here's a visual: imagine a cliffside and a massive herd of lemmings making a break for it. Except, it's not an ocean, but a fan, and those aren't lemmings, that's fecal matter.
THAT'S what it's like.
Two years of little sleep. Of getting up in the wee hours to assure her that it's not time to start the day-- 3 am is not time to brew coffee. Of getting up and turning off the gas stove that didn't light but she turned on because she was cold in her room.
Two years of getting shafted by family who was supposed to relieve me so I could have me time. Local family does not visit my grandmother, it's too awkward for them. They earned themselves a place in my novelization of this situation.
I'm not me, she doesn't remember what her granddaughter looks like, but she KNOWS its not me. How dare I insinuate I'm her granddaughter? I'm her cousin's ex-wife, dammit!
Depends are a great invention. Unfortunately they are optional, and at times, I wonder if I should get my grandmother a kilt so the whole going regimental thing makes sense. Would like to say, it'd be nice to not keep a mop in the bathroom for midnight clean ups.
I love my grandmother, that's why I'm here.
And I cannot deny the stress I've been under the past two years has manifested itself in a postive manner. I've finished my first novel. I'm balls-deep on another project. I've got ideas being written down and wonder how I'm going to make each idea into its own novel, or whether I should pop a couple in the mental blender and go Frankenstein on it... ah. Creativity expresses itself when I get in a tizzy, and I've been very creative lately.
I suppose to make this post complete, I should state that if you don't have one already, a living will should be on your to do list. Please let your loved ones know what you want done if you are unable to make those decisions yourself. Don't leave it up to your family/friends, because they can only guess and go by the dictates of doctors.
Okay. Now I need to go write a tawdry sex scene.
See how that works?
Two years ago, I got a call from my mother asking me if I would relocate back to my hometown and move in with my grandmother-- my uncle was supposed to be watching gramma, but he got arrested for selling meth. *sigh* Just had to cook and clean, keep her company.
They didn't tell me my grandmother had Alzheimer's.
The first month went well. I was me. We were in her house. All was cool.
After that, shit hit the fan in waves. Actually, here's a visual: imagine a cliffside and a massive herd of lemmings making a break for it. Except, it's not an ocean, but a fan, and those aren't lemmings, that's fecal matter.
THAT'S what it's like.
Two years of little sleep. Of getting up in the wee hours to assure her that it's not time to start the day-- 3 am is not time to brew coffee. Of getting up and turning off the gas stove that didn't light but she turned on because she was cold in her room.
Two years of getting shafted by family who was supposed to relieve me so I could have me time. Local family does not visit my grandmother, it's too awkward for them. They earned themselves a place in my novelization of this situation.
I'm not me, she doesn't remember what her granddaughter looks like, but she KNOWS its not me. How dare I insinuate I'm her granddaughter? I'm her cousin's ex-wife, dammit!
Depends are a great invention. Unfortunately they are optional, and at times, I wonder if I should get my grandmother a kilt so the whole going regimental thing makes sense. Would like to say, it'd be nice to not keep a mop in the bathroom for midnight clean ups.
I love my grandmother, that's why I'm here.
And I cannot deny the stress I've been under the past two years has manifested itself in a postive manner. I've finished my first novel. I'm balls-deep on another project. I've got ideas being written down and wonder how I'm going to make each idea into its own novel, or whether I should pop a couple in the mental blender and go Frankenstein on it... ah. Creativity expresses itself when I get in a tizzy, and I've been very creative lately.
I suppose to make this post complete, I should state that if you don't have one already, a living will should be on your to do list. Please let your loved ones know what you want done if you are unable to make those decisions yourself. Don't leave it up to your family/friends, because they can only guess and go by the dictates of doctors.
Okay. Now I need to go write a tawdry sex scene.
See how that works?
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Inaugural post. I feel so special!
It's officially 2013. Yay! We survived the zombie apocalypse, and maybe, just maybe, we will survive to see 2014 roll around.
Maybe.
To celebrate our earth not crashing into the sun or ambulatory decomposing bodies trying to nom-nom our brains, I have made my first novel available on Kindle. I mean, I realize that doesn't sound terribly impressive, but allow me to assure you, it is oh so very impressive. Imagine, if you will, a romance so epic that it spans time itself.
Oh yeah. That epic.
But that's not all! Oh hellz no.
A Toast to Starry Nights is a contemporary romance where the heroine must battle inner demons that threaten to keep her from meeting her hunny at the alter. Kidnappings, drug raids, sarcasm and awesome friends... they all play a role in keeping our protagonist on her path towards self-exploration. And then there's the sex and stuff.
So enough with the vague.
If you want my saucy, finger-licking good novel, you can find it at Amazon, eagerly awaiting your delectation.
Maybe.
To celebrate our earth not crashing into the sun or ambulatory decomposing bodies trying to nom-nom our brains, I have made my first novel available on Kindle. I mean, I realize that doesn't sound terribly impressive, but allow me to assure you, it is oh so very impressive. Imagine, if you will, a romance so epic that it spans time itself.
Oh yeah. That epic.
But that's not all! Oh hellz no.
A Toast to Starry Nights is a contemporary romance where the heroine must battle inner demons that threaten to keep her from meeting her hunny at the alter. Kidnappings, drug raids, sarcasm and awesome friends... they all play a role in keeping our protagonist on her path towards self-exploration. And then there's the sex and stuff.
So enough with the vague.
If you want my saucy, finger-licking good novel, you can find it at Amazon, eagerly awaiting your delectation.
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