Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"
Once again, I haven't read much lately so it's difficult to bitch. However, a few weeks ago, I was talking with a local published author. I was telling her about my WIP and she asked if I knew what market I was targeting to.
Dear God, I don't even know what I'm writing. Is it romantic suspense? I'm not sure, I don't have a damsel in distress which most rs seems to have. Is it a thriller? I'm not sure it has the gravitas to fall into that group. I think it could have been a really sexy Bombshell. But Silhouette pulled the plug on that imprint.
But could this be the problem with so many books today? We try to fit them into a category. We target. We try to make it fit into a mold; unfortunately that most of the times, the results are like every other one in the mold.
So what I'm saying is, the authors who know how to write within those confines and still write good books, more power to them. But right now, I'm more conserned with getting the book written than worrying if I'm break any targets.
OT: Dear smoke alarm. IT WAS JUST A PIECE OF BURNT TOAST.
STEELHEADS WON THE FINALS!!!!!!
For the second time, the Steelies have won the Kelly Cup, and this time without the "help" of JO. Got to love it!!!
Carl's Jr is suing Jack in the Box.
Now as a Westerner, I know an Angus is a type of cow. Like a Jersey or a Hereford, so the whole lawsuit is based on the fact that people don't know their Angus from a hole in the ground.
But there is a deeper problem, I fear. Most Angus are referred to as Black Angus (due to their color). That can only mean the Reverends Sharpton and Jackson are just around the corner getting ready to rally against Jack with that oversized white face. Yes, you can tell he's a racialist, just using his position as a fast food restaurant mascot to subjugate the black cattle.
This show keep the reverends busy until Halloween and the unfound demonizing of the black cat.
It's Saturday of the three day Memorial Weekend. I've done basically nothing (to steal Beth's term, I'm a slug). I did do a little grocery shopping and then I took a very very long nap.
Oh, I also used my beloved rented cervical traction machine to stretch my neck. Trust me, it is nice.
And I have sushi for dinner. I never thought I'd say that, but I had some California roll at Sue's and now I'm hooked.
I think I'm going to go write. I'm trying my best to do at least 2 pages a day.
OK, I'm going to try to be better on my blog (three posts in half a year isn't good). First half of the year in review.
January and February were ok. March was shitty. My aunt, who I had been her part time care giver until she was moved to a retirement center last year, passed away exactly two weeks before her 100th birthday. Five days later, her 70 year old daughter diied of some very rare diabetic complication. Bookcased between these two events there were two psychic fairs in town. These were good.
At the second fair, which was actually a holistic wellness faire, I found a chiropractor I thought I'd try. I've known for ages that my back was a mess and needed adjustment. Anyway, Dr Harvey is a back wizard. My back hasn't felt so good in ages and ages.
Except for that little problem of the compressed vertebra at C5-C6 (that's right at the spot where the neck hooks onto the body). On April 20th, at 3 am, something shifted and the nerve root pinched. My whole shoulder went into spasm. Only the third time in my life I've been in an emergency room, only the first time in my life I've ever been on prescription pain killers (vicodin is nice).
Anyway, I have achiness, tingling and muscle weakness in my left arm. But after chiropractic treatments and physical therapy it is getting much much better. Today, my rented traction machine should arrive. YAY.
On the good side, at the first psychic fair, I met a gal who is an Angel Therapy Practioner. It's kind of a practice of evoking the angels for assistance. I don't know much about it, but I want to learn more. And last Saturday I went to a Fairy Tea Party at her home. It was a potluck out on her beautifully landscaped yard.
Sunday, I ran into two former friends with whom I'd had no contact for about 10 or 11 years. It went well. I have no antimosity or bitter feelings. It was closure and it was good.
So that is my half year in review.
And GOOD GOD, there's a 60 year old woman on the Today Show who just had twins! What the fuck are people thinking?
PS Forgot to mention my obsession du jour Michael Vartan will be back on TV this fall in a new show.
My name is Sandy and I'm a book addict.
A couple of weeks ago, Beth asked about summer reading recommendations. I have two, that will keep a person busy all summer, Charlaine Harris's Southern Vampire Series (7 books) and JD (Nora Roberts) Robb's In Death series (23 books). Since January I've glommed both series and devoured them.
Both series have similiarities. One takes place in a small Louisiana town where vampires have come out of the closet, but there are still an ever expanding world of supernatural beings out there swirling around the heroine, Sookie Stackhouse; the other is a marvelous meld of science fiction/crime procedural mystery/romance that revolves around a NYC policewoman in 2058 and her absolutely marvelous (I LOVE ROARKE) husband. But both series have such sharply defined characters, not just the main characters but the secondary characters. You know these people, you feel pain when something happens because YOU KNOW how it's going to affect the characters.
Also while both series have elements of sci fi/fantasy, the worlds are so sharply drawn you believe. When you're in Bon Temp, Louisiana, you believe in vampires, werewolves, wereleopards, werepanthers and even werecollies. Heck, you'll even believe Elvis is still alive--sort of. And when you're in the gritty New York City of mid century, you're right there with Eve Dallas, Roarke, Peabody, McNab and so on.
The Southern Vampire Series deals with fear, racism, fantastism all with a laugh out loud humor. Sorry, it's the fiirst book I've ever found with the line "Bubba drained a drugged cat." (don't tell Liam I laughed).
The In Death Series has the grittiness of a futuristic Law and Order with the homelife of a police officer married to the wealthiest man in the solar system. And an on going candy thief who steals Eve's office supply of candy bars.
So I recommend these two series for your summer reads. Try the first ones, make up your own mind. But I warn you, they are addictive.
For the past 36 years, I have always underestimated Boise State's football team. We're always been good, but I never have admitted how damn good.
And they do funky ass things to me. In the 1980 Division 1-AA Championship, with less than a minute to go, Boise state was losing. I was driving around in my car and listening to the game. Not wanting to hear the loss, I changed channels. I flipped back over a few minutes later to hear that BSU won their biggest game ever.
Biggest until now. It was so cool that BSU managed to break into the bowl picture, the only non-BSC team to play in a major bowl game, the Fiesta Bowl. But hey, let's not get overly excited, we're playing Oklahoma. Yeah, that Oklahoma, the University of Oklahoma. The team that many have said if they hadn't gotten cheated out of the Oregon State game, would be playing in the National Championship against Ohio State. That Oklahoma.
I hate suspense. So I don't watch the big games. One of these days I'll learn. I just flip over to the game occasionally to check the score. Boise State led Oklahoma in the first 58 minutes of the game. Been the boom dropped. Oklahoma scored. There was less than a minute to go. So I went to bed. I should have known better. They've been doing it to me for decades.
BOISE STATE FREAKING WON!!!!!!!! BSU BEAT OKLAHOMA IN OVERTIME.
Several other BSU notes: Running Back Ian Johnson (Heisman Trophy candidate, leading rusher in the country) after scoring the winning 2 point conversion, got down on his knee and on national television proposed to his girlfriend who is the captain of the cheerleading team. She said yes. Way to go Ian, although quarterback Jared Zabransky did note ""I'm sure it wouldn't have been as romantic if we would have lost".
Since the late Pokey Allen brought BSU into the Division 1, we've had three coaches go on to bigger schools. Dirk Koetter who left for Arizona State was fired the day BSU was invited to the Fiesta Bowl. His ASU team lost their bowl game. Houston Nutt, whom I can't stand, he didn't leave the program like a man, he slipped away in middle of the night (literally). Nutt's Arkansas lost in its bowl game. And the Hawk, Dan Hawkins, who did much for BSU and the football program went to Colorado. They weren't in a bowl game.
Guess it was Coach Pete's year.
Hi gang, no i'm not dead. Hopefully I can get to posting here instead of once every month and a half or so.
Anyway, a couple of weeks ago I applied for a job as a customer service rep with a large international delivery service (am not going to name names, but think yellow). So after a background check and a drug test (you know men have to have an easier time peeing in the bottle), I got the call today. I start training on Monday. Woo Hoo.
My dear friend and creator/moderator of Smart Bitches Day, Beth is known as the Slayer of Foley for her dislike of Gaelen Foley's books. So I'm taking this time to defend Gaelen's books.
Now I've been on a reading slump and am two Foley's behind, but I'll get to them. Is Foley's writing quite purple? yeah. Are her characters over the top (one hero managed to fight off and defend the heroine from at least five villians)? yeah. Are her books fun? oh yeah.
To me, I suppose Foley would be defined as a guilty pleasure. No she is not Laura Kinsale. But as much as I love and worship LK, I couldn't survive on a diet of just LK. The books are too rich, too deep and too emotional. As great as chateubriand is, sometimes you just want a cheeseburger.
Foley's books are well written (ok, we'll disagree on this on, Beth), well paced and has interesting (if over the top) characters. They are fun. Pure and simple, FUN! And to be quite honest, I find her more accurate and less wallpapery in her background information than say Julia Quinn (my pet peeve).