And just in case you need help picking out a title or three… here’s the page where all my titles are listed. The sale will probably be through tomorrow, although I hear there will be an anniversary sale coming up soon, too.
Looks kinda interesting.
Charmed & Dangerous
When Bronwyn turned twenty she took the oath to protect, and for the last five years she’s kept that promise, working as a kind of one-witch secret service to the British Prime Minister. Her arsenal includes a combination of potions, spells, explosions, mind-reading tricks, and general butt-kicking skills. But Bronwyn has a soft side, too—especially when it comes to Dr. Sam, the favorite physician of her new hometown, Sweet, Texas. He’s smart, funny, adorable, everything she could want in a man. Except he’s also a warlock—a big no-no in Bronwyn’s book of dating. Being a witch is definitely getting in the way of her sex life. If zapping evil jerks is easy, why is finding a boyfriend so hard?
Whaddya think? Anybody read it? Read the author?
Remember my little Romeo? His first marriage proposal?
Well, the bratlet’s best friend, the recipient of the marriage proposal, spent the night last night.
Right now, they are eating breakfast and my son told her,
“I love you more than M. loves you.”
My romantic heart went…. awwwww….. my mama’s heart? Goes sniffle.
M. , of course, is the boy the girl likes. Her response was
“I don’t think M. even likes me.”
She then goes on to tell the bratlet, my daughter,
“I think M. likes A. Get this… in art class…their elbows were touching. Everybody saw it.”
Snicker. Don’t you just adore young love?
Just a reminder… don’t forget…
So 2007 is winding to a close. We’ve got… hmmmm….four days? Yes, I had to do the math. Hey, my brains works on words, not numbers.
With the New Year approaching, we all see stuff about resolutions. I’ve never been much for New Years resolutions. I figure if I’m going to change something, then I should just do it, not wait until 01/01 of whatever year.
I have attempted a couple of changes during 2007, and I guess if I was going to make some sort of resolution, it would be to just stick to those and try to improve on them.
- spend more time with my family
- Not be so short tempered with the kids
- eating better
- focusing on the job more and not getting so caught up in the drama. Although I do love the drama
- work out more often
Nothing earth shattering, just an attempt to get a little more peace in my life.
Do you make resolutions? Got anything you’d like to see change in ’08?
Reminder…don’t forget about
Old business before new…the winner from Faves Contest #3 is Kim.
I guess I’ll be the first weird one, my weakness isn’t lotions(although I have a lot), purses, perfumes or any girly things. And I hate to shop.
But…….my one and only weakness is BOOKS!
Kim, I need you to email me @ email@example.com and put FAVES CONTEST #3 in the subject line.
On to the final contest of the month, and the year…
I’ve got a weakness for good chocolate. A serious weakness. And it’s all my mom’s fault. In the town where I lived when I was a kid, there’s this little candy shoppe called Schimpff’s. When I was growing up, Mom would put goodies from Schimpff’s in my stocking on Christmas, in my basket on Easter.
See…? Her fault. She got me addicted to yummy candies. Schimpff’s has wonderful chocolates, excellent red hots~(my personal fave) and tons of other candy.
Every year for Christmas, I make the trip back there to buy some goodies for the rottens, and this year, I picked up a little extra.
For the last contest of 2007, I’m going to give away a bag of their homemade red hots and a box of white chocolate peanut butter meltaways. And since it is the last contest for the year, I’m throwing in a $10 gift card to Borders and signed copies of Coming in Last and Hunter’s Salvation, as well as an E-ARC (word doc file) of Beautiful Girl when I get the edited copy here in a few weeks.
Entering is easy…just toss your name down in the comments section. I’ll draw one name~as a reminder, I draw by the IP addy, not your name. Winner’s name will be posted here and you do need to check back in a few days to claim your prize.
Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas an that you have an equally wonderful New Year.
I believe in the magic of Christmas, the love, the hope, the wonder on a child’s face on Christmas morning. I believe in sharing with my kids the true meaning of Christmas and making sure they know it’s not all about the presents…and I believe in enjoying every second as they tear into them. I believe in making sure the magic of Christmas is going to be there for my kids for as long as they want~and if they’re anything like me…well, I’m 31 and I still believe in that magic.
In 1897, in New York City, a girl by the name of Virginia sent a letter to the editor of The Sun.
“DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
“Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
“Papa says, ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.’
“Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?
“115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET.”
Below is the editor’s reply… and it has as much meaning now, IMO, as it did then.
VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You may tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
Sniffle. I love Christmas.
May yours be absolutely wonderful, blessed and memorable.
- Warning… the following site is addictive. And if you get hooked, don’t blame me. Blame PBW. She got me hooked last year.
- Got Kids? Maybe they’d like to track Santa. (FYI, music on the site)
- Let’s Say Thanks-not Christmas-y exactly but it takes five minutes and you can send a card to a soldier serving overseas.
- Disco Santa.
- Know a lot about Christmas? Here’s some trivia. Some of them had me stumped.
- My favorite things contest...by me.
Blogged the other day about the end being in sight, and I was right.
Just finished up the romantic suspense that’s due into Berkley in February. Went a little long, but already checked with my editor and that’s cool.
Still have about three weeks left on Sven, and although I want to get more work done on the paranormal novella for Samhain, I might not get much more done on it. I have to clean this sucker up, plus there are edits coming for my Feb book with EC, Hearts and Wishes.
But even if I don’t get that novella done, I’m satisfied with this round’s word count. Looks like it’s going to be around 100K, if I don’t get any work done on the novella.
Added/finished 8k to Christmas Kissed, now titled Hearts and Wishes.
Started the novella, called Hunter’s Night, and it’s at 15k now.
Added 75K to Share and Share Alike although that title will change.
Yep, I’m satisifed. Now I just need to get this manuscript cleaned up!
I’m almost there. I can see it. I can almost feel the letter keys T H E E N D under my fingers as I pound out the last few scenes on my current WIP.
It’s a romantic suspense, titled Share and Share Alike…but I think that title will change. Heaven knows the book went and changed on me. Morphed into a creation of it’s own and man, it drives me nuts when that happens.
But now I see why. I see why this had to happen, and I see why that guy wasn’t who I’d originally thought. It all makes sense, a lot more sense than it did a month ago, or even a few weeks ago.
From Monday to Wednesday morning, I managed to write about 15k and now it’s up over 94k, more than 300 pages long and I’ll probably get another 50 pages or so done just in wrapping it up.
I love wrapping it up. I love that downhill slide, that momentum, heaving out that sigh of relief and knowing I met one more deadline.
If you’re doing the 70 Days of Sweat challenge, where are you at? Do you see the end in sight or are you already there? Still climbing the hill? Don’t worry. You can make it. There’s still nearly a month left to go. You can do it!
The writer I was 20 years ago thought that I could sell a book …note… a book, as in singular, and be made for life. But hey, I was 11. That’s understandable, right?
The writer I was 10 years was bored. Bored with writing, bored with trying to finish stories that didn’t want to be finished. Thank God I’m not her anymore.
The writer I was 5 years ago thought that if I could just get published, a couple of books, I could pay off some credit cards and maybe, just maybe, in a few years, like ten or so, I could afford to write full time and maybe work the day job part time. Fortunately, she was wrong.
The writer I am now knows that I’ll never be completely without debt, that even if the stories don’t want to be finished, they need to be, and even if I don’t make it rich with one book, I’m doing what I love, getting paid for it and while it’s not a perfect job, it’s the one I want.
Wonder what another 10 years will bring.