It’s been a weird week, what with revisions and adding a whole heaping pile of word to Bite Me Tender. I can’t say I’ve gotten a whole lot of wordage done, which makes me cranky, which results in this:
I think I got him in the eye, which is awesome, considering I haven’t shot in about 6 months and I can feel it in my left shoulder already after only taking 30 pokes at the little prince. But I feel better now and once I have coffee, I will be FANTASTIC!
So, remember the last time I posted a little Furface for you? And we figured out that Glyn can talk to the werewolves’ wolves? Does it surprise anyone that Glyn’s wolf has an attitude on him that could fill the Grand Canyon?
Glyn leapt off him (Levi), the sudden cramp in his gut at the separation a pale echo of the pain in his heart. He rounded the corner into the hallway at full speed, his bare feet sure on the old wood boards, and raced up the stairs. Hi wolf whined and circled nervously inside him.
Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to talk about it.
He slammed their bedroom door behind him, the bang so loud it hurt his ears.
:That’s very helpful.:
Shut up, wolf.
The wolf sniffed and went silent, but even its silence spoke volumes. It didn’t think Connor was an issue.
Yeah, and I’m going to just leave you with that. This is going to be a fun book. 😀
Because I found this: How to Handle a Bad Review, which breaks it down into steps. Steps! I love lists! And instructions! This made me feel all warm and fuzzy.
And lunch! Who can forget lunch? Especially when it’s homemade chowder with leftover lobster in it, made by my hubby, who is a much better cook than I.
And I got a new faucet in the kitchen! Because the old one leaked all over the place unless you had it in just the right spot.
And Goodreads Love Has No Boundaries! I’m not normally into vampire fic, but I’ve been sucked in and I’m going down in a big way. Please, please, PLEASE write more about these characters!
And the goldfish are staring at me. It’s unnerving–I think they’re planning a sortie to club me senseless and have a snack. They’re that big. And they’re right by my computer. I bet they’ve been sneaking out to use it at night.
Plan for the day:
1. Housework, before CFS hunts me down and steals my child. Not that they’d keep her–if you’ve never read O. Henry’s Red Chief story, you should. My life. I felt for those kidnappers.
2. Read, because I have Lori Witt’s and Aleks Voinov’s new Market Garden book singing its siren song on my ereader.
3. Another pass through BMT to fix up loose ends.
4. I need to find a birthday present for my 5-year-old niece. And stuffed animals are a no-no.
5. Maybe write some more on the Christmas story, because it’s sweet and hopeful and after upping the angst and “Oh crap!” level of BMT this weekend, I need a little sweet.
B.D. Heywood, a member of my crit group who self-publishes her work, has a guest post on Beyond Romance, talking about how she got into writing yaoi-style MM Romance. And she’s doing a give-away! So go read and enter!
No, actually, we’re good now. I thought someone had stolen my Margarita flavoured ice cream, but I found it hidden under a bag of french fries. (I’m such a good mom, I stock so many healthy foods in the house. :S) If only I could look in there and find some actual Margaritas, too. Is there a Margarita fairy?
Well, would you look at that–there is! Here’s the link if you’d like to peruse the lady’s other wares.
Someone talked me into joining Twitter (naming no names, but you know who you are. I’ll get you for this, my pretty!). So, feel like stalking me? I’m not that entertaining, but maybe you are 🙂 @Kate_Lowell Seriously, I could use the laughs.
So, getting BMT ready to go out into the world requires the addition of at least one chapter and I think I’m going to add another one, just to be obsessive about it. still aiming for that end of August slot, which is frighteningly close. I’m lucky I have such fantastic support from the critique group, who are being incredibly patient with me. Hoping to have them help me give it a quick tiday, since the timeline doesn’t allow for me to set it aside for a couple of days before I start tweaking (the words, the words! Sheesh, some people…)
It’s not what it seems. Let it run at least a minute–you’ll see why I’m going to have a hard time prying the smile off my face so I don’t have to explain to the 12-year-old why she can’t watch it.