Monthly Archives: February 2013

Haha, the cover alone is worth reading it for!

Whatever

Finally, someone — specifically, J.A. Kazimer — points out a fact about fairy tales that everyone knew but was too beguiled by Disney to say out loud. And used that fact to write a book — specifically, Froggy Style. Lean in and hear truth, my friends.

J.A. KAZIMER:

Envision a friend telling you a story about this guy he knows, a good guy; some might even call him a prince among men, a guy who is good-looking and rich to boot. Besides hating him instantly, you grudgingly listen, hoping like crazy it will end with the guy getting an STD.

Anyway, this prince among men is walking through a wooded area behind his house (a really nice, fancy house with too many rooms and a butler. What kind of douche has a butler, you wonder, but keep quiet for your friend is getting to the good stuff). In…

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Tuesday Tickle: A Knight in Shining Kevlar

Well, I think I can safely say that Knight has hit critical mass, which is my geeky way of saying that most of the empty spots in the plot have been filled in, at least in my head. It’s just finding the time to write them down.

This bit comes from about halfway through the book, when circumstance force Ross to lay all his cards out on the table.

“Bedroom’s this way,” he said, tugging Ben in the direction of the hallway. Ben laughed and efficiently stripped Ross of his jacket and shirt. Wow, never realised that would be one of the fringe benefits of dating a cop. He tilted his head back to allow Ben access to the sensitive skin under his jaw and a flash of blue caught his eye. Blue? He opened his eyes wider and searched the living room for whatever it was.

A huge vase full of blue roses stood proudly on top of the low bookcase he used as a coffee table.

“Shit!” He shoved Ben away and stumbled as he stepped back to get a better look. The thunk his head made as he hit the wall flashed him back to that moment seven years ago and an agonizing blast of fear burned up his nerves before he got a grip on himself.

“Ross, what’s wrong? What did I do?” Ben crouched beside him, worry and puzzlement on his face. One hand reached out toward Ross, but stopped before it could touch him.

Ross tore his eyes away from the roses to look at Ben. “Nothing. You didn’t do anything.” He put his hand in Ben’s and added, “Help me up.”

Ben pulled him to his feet and steadied him when he wobbled, his vision swimming—from nerves or from the crack on the head, he didn’t know. He walked over to the roses and made a circuit around them, looking for a card or some other sign of who had sent them, but there was nothing there.

“Ross?” Ben asked in a worried tone.

“There’s no card.”

“So, you didn’t buy these?”

“I hate blue roses.” Ross looked up at Ben. “Michael always gave me blue roses, because pink was for girls.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” A pause. “Who would send you blue roses?”

Fuck. Ross looked up at Ben. “I have another confession to make.”

Lol, not sure if that’s famous last words or the last words you want to hear from your significant other.

Okay, must go fill in a little plot hole. Because enquiring minds need to know why Michael sent the roses.

Have a good one!
Kitty

If Animals Ate Fast Food

I’m sorry, I had to share. My daughter and I break out into raging giggles now when we look at each other.

The Old Pony, Up to his Jedi Mind Tricks

Every morning and afternoon, you can look out my kitchen window and see this:

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He’s apparently using some sort of Jedi mind force, to encourage the waitress to get her butt in gear and bring breakfast or supper.

Nice try, young padawan. Unfortunately, the Force is no match for the Laziness.

An Unexpected Power Outage Means HEART ATTACK!

I write in Liquid Story Binder. I like the way it lets me organize things. While I use only a fraction of its potential right now, I’m trying to learn a bit more about it every day. What I like about it, more so than any of the free writer’s software programs or the stripped down version of Scrivener for Windows, is that I can install the program to a geek stick. Like this one:

 
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That red thing in the background is a plot bunny that the cat tried to eat. You can tell by the lack of eyes and the mismatched ears.

 

 

Once you install it to your usb drive, you can run it on any computer that has a usb port. I often take it to work, especially on Fridays, when we rearrange our schedules in order to have a longer lunch. And I wrote a bit today. Not much, only about 169 words while I ate my sandwich. But it finished a section of the next chapter of Knight that’s supposed to be workshopped. Which leaves me with connecting the beginning of the next scene to the end of that scene, about 200 words, probably. We usually do twice a month submissions, but if we clear the Q, we’ll have an extra one early. And we cleared this one in a week! I’ll probably upload on Sunday, if I don’t decide to wait until the next one, so I have time to edit a bit–this has been a really piecemeal chapter and I’m betting it reads pretty rough.

Anyway, there I was, happy as a lark, beavering away at my desk, when the power goes out. And the usb drive is still in the computer. And I had the program open at the time. Aaaaargh! Panic! Despair! Cat-astrophe!

Then, horror of horrors, the power came back on just long enough for the computer to try to restart (I know, they shouldn’t do that, but this one will–don’t know why and computer services just shows me some hand-wavium when I ask). It restarts, gets halfway through a boot and the power goes out again! This time I was smart, and I grabbed my poor abused usb drive and put it away.

Thankfully, everything seems to be there, although the computer keeps wanting to fix my file system. I may have to back it up again and reinstall. Bummer. But all my words are there. I am a very relieved Kitty.

Tonight’s schedule is to finish this chapter 5 of Knight. Here’s what the screen looks like at the moment:

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Oh, and my pretties arrived today! Here they are, sitting on my computer table, because I can’t type with rings on.

 
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Have a fantastic weekend and find yourself some pretties!
Kitty

Tuesday Tickle: If/Then

How’s about a little biopunk? Imagine a future where you can be penalized if you don’t produce enough energy and criminals are biochipped and forced to work off the cost of their capture and their debts to their victims. And, if you have enough money, you can buy people who aren’t people, human beings that can be programmed to serve your every need and desire. This is the world of If/Then.

Eli comes from a family of thieves. He’s been contracted to steal a cyborg…

As the cyborg crawled out from behind the chair, Eli took a good look at it. He’d been shown pictures when he’d been hired, but they hadn’t even been close. The creature raised a hand to brush its hair back from its face, long graceful fingers threading through strands as pale and fine as moonlight. Eli thought it looked about twenty years old, though it had probably been decanted a lot more recently. Loose black—pyjamas?—covered its body where it crouched. Not that he could see much past the clothing and its guarded stance, but he guessed it was a few inches taller than him. Slender, fit. Everything the televids made them out to be.

“Hello,” it said and that voice, coming out of those lips, made all his blood rush straight to Eli’s cock. Ease off, boy, he told himself. This is a job and you’re wasting your margin of error staring. He shook himself and held out his hand. “Come on, we’re leaving.”

Hope you enjoyed the read!

Kitty, hiding from snowflakes

Oh, the weather outside is frightful…

Here`s my back yard:

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Yes, the fogginess is not the camera–that’s snow.

Here’s my old rescue pony:

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Dude, you’re thirty years old! You should know by now to keep all appendages within the barn during a snowstorm! And it’s never a good idea to open the barn door in the middle of the night, when the unfurry mom is not there to close it again. Look at the mess you made!

But it’s not all a bad thing. My bathroom sparkles, the laundry is folded (though, sadly, the housework fairy has failed to fly in and put it away–I’m assuming she’s having weather related travel issues as well) and we had a power outage. Why is a power outage a good thing?

My laptop battery is pretty old and feeble, so I had to power through the edits on Nuts About You before it kicked the bucket on me. Therefore, apart from waiting to hear back from the last of my betas, the only thing left is to format according to Storm Moon Press’ submission instructions, and click send. Yay for me! And, while I was waiting for a fresh delivery of mobile electrons, I also filled in a quasi-outline for the rest of Knight and started filling one in for If/Then. And now, Marcel (secondary character) makes me nervous. I’m a little worried that I might be Mary Sue-ing on that one, but I’m not sure that I’m annoyed enough with anyone right now to do that to them (except possibly my insurance agent, but that’s another story). And anyway, what’s the point of writing if you can’t redshirt a few people that annoy you, right? I wouldn’t do it in real life.

Technology isn’t nearly advanced enough yet. >:D

Oh, and apologies for missing my usual Sunday post–massive sinus headache all day long, to the point where I skipped supper and was in bed at 8 pm. Hubs knew I had to be sick–I never turn down food.

Happy storm day to those enjoying a surprise reprieve from work! Condolences to those who had the darn thing happen on a holiday. What a waste of a good storm.

Kitty, eyeing the cookies and hot chocolate