Nov. 10th, 2009

  • 7:09 PM
Poll #1483528 Garliczilla!
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 10

What is the appropriate number of cloves of garlic per person in a meal? (A garlicly type meal, not like breakfast or something.)

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0! I hate garlic
0 (0.0%)

1
1 (10.0%)

2
3 (30.0%)

3-5
3 (30.0%)

5-10
1 (10.0%)

oh just use a whole fist per person and be done with it.
2 (20.0%)

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2184 words on Grail since 7 am, and I'm calling it a good day's work. If I can keep up an average rate of at least six pages a day, I will be done by early January. Which gives me time to revise the horrid steaming mess that is The White City, and then, once [info]truepenny wraps up her current extravaganza, get pushing on A Reckoning of Men in time to have it done for the summer deadline--which leaves me some time to write The Steles of the Sky.

Oh, yeah, and there's all that Shadow Unit due between now and then.

If I seem like I'm not around much on the internets or for social obligations, that would be why.

Grail is persisting in being sort of interesting to write. Today, it pitched a fit at me and drew a line in the sand structurally, telling me (in essence) that I can't make it skip ahead in the narrative to kill some time for sub-lightspeed-travel, thank you very much, and I can just suck it up and write that part of the book. Which part of the book doesn't currently seem to have much bearing on what I thought was the main plot arc, but I am pretty sure than when my right-brain plants its feet like this, it's usually on to something, and all the left-brain can do is go along with the program and quit whining about why?

So today was nine pages of backstory I hadn't been expecting to write. But it's wordcount, and go me.

I think I've sort of learned to go with the flow and stop trying to microsteer so much. Maybe I'm actually learning to write! Stranger things have happened.

Mean things: loneliness of command, nobody wants to believe that Tristen isn't a war criminal any more, Daddy issues, privation, Balkanization, civil war, religious baggage.


8206 / 100000 words. 8% done!



Oh, yeah, incidentally, I know elizabethbear.com and shadowunit.org are hosed. It seems to be an ISP problem. Hopefully it will be fixed before too long.

I hope you all saw Scott’s tip yesterday, the first of a series on meta-documents. Though now that I use Scrivener, I no longer use meta-documents. Or, rather, I do but they’re all incorporated into the one Scrivener document so it doesn’t feel like lots of different documents.

But I digress: on to today’s tip which has nothing to do with meta-documents and also kind of contradicts my previous tip about using square brackets. It emerges from a conversation I had with the marvellous Sarah Rees Brennan. It turns out that she does not skip the boring or tricky bits but instead bribes herself into writing them. Her reward is to write the fun scene on the other side of the tricky bit. So if she doesn’t write the scene she’s been avoiding then she’s not allowed to write the scene she really wants to write.

There are many reasons for doing this but the most frequently cited one is that if you skip all the hard bits—as I advised you to do in the square bracket post—you may never finish the book. As Zeborah puts it:

It means I write all the easy parts of the book first, meaning I have to write all the hard parts later in a single chunk, meaning I probably won’t finish the book. Whereas if I force myself to write entirely in order, I can use a future easy-and-fun scene as a reward for getting through a hard scene.

Another reason not to skip tricky scenes is that sometimes you don’t know whether a scene is going to be hard until you’ve written it. I can’t tell you how many times a scene I was dreading has turned out to be easy and vice versa. A slightly spoilery Liar example after the cut:

In the third part of Liar there’s the climactic scene in Yayeko Shoji’s apartment between Micah and Yayeko and her mother and daughter. This scene was not in the first few drafts of the book and was suggested by Karen Joy Fowler and my wonderful Australian editor, Jodie Webster. As soon as they said it I knew they were right. It was exactly what the book was missing. However, I wasn’t sure I could write it. I thought it would be ridiculously hard. I whinged to Scott, who told me not to be a wuss and write the damn scene, as I have told him many times.1 Which I did in about half an hour with no difficulty at all. It’s probably my favourite scene in the whole book.

What if the “hard” scene you’re skipping is just as easy to write as that one was? What happens when the “easy” scene you write first turns out to be really hard? Will it put you off ever writing the “hard” scenes?

Obviously all of this depends on what kind of writer you are. It will also depend on the book. Sometimes scene skipping is just the ticket. Other times not so much. Sometimes it will turn out that the reason you’re skipping the scene is because it doesn’t belong in your book. Rule number ten of Elmore Leonard’s writing advice is to skip the boring bits.

There you have it: don’t skip the tricky bits! (Unless you need to.)

  1. We get to trade off on who is bad cop and who is good. Oops! TMI.

Eat your leafy purples

  • Nov. 10th, 2009 at 1:39 PM
Yesterday there were purple cauliflower and purple broccoli at the farmers' market. (The broccoli is darker. The cauliflower is really lavender.) I still have orange cauliflower from last week, though, so I only bought bread and apples.

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the golf ball is now a button

  • Nov. 10th, 2009 at 12:47 PM
I am vastly relieved that my doctor says the hideous fatigue and muscle aches may be due to having another tetanus shot too soon. Remembered AFTER my physical on Wed. that my last one was 3/08 at the ER. I was kinda freaking out. I've been sleeping 9 or 10 or 12 hours yet feeling disturbingly disinclined to any activity.

It is also useful to know that I could distinguish those particular muscle aches from a FMS flareup. Despite the lassitude and apathy, my head was clear, not foggy. Interesting.

I am also pleased to report that the golf-ball sized lump shrank to the size of a nickel by Sunday night. Is not yet gone, but is more like a shirt button now, and much less painful.

Have hopes of returning to normal walking speeds and distances soon. Was very weird to go from Thursday morning's "Whee! I think I'll hike 3 miles before work"  to Friday morning's  "Whoa, this hill is big, and I am slow. Are we there yet? No? Well, maybe I'll stop and rest. Yes, I know this is the shortest route and we are late. Time to rest again."

All this being tired was tiring. Would kinda like a nap now. However, boxes of books would be pleasant. Much more pleasant than piles of papers. Customers would be nice too.
This is the vampire—excuse me, vampyre finishing school book.

Zoey Redbird has normal teenage problems – her stepfather is in a whackadoo Christian cult, her boyfriend is not too bright and drinks a lot, and she fears geometry – until she’s marked by a vampyre. Excuse me, Marked.

Wham! Next thing she knows, she’s attending vampyre boarding school. This point was a little unclear, but apparently the Mark doesn’t turn you into a vampyre, but is given to you after you’ve already spontaneously mutated in order to warn you to get yourself to vampyre academy. Once there, you become a fledgling trained in the ways of vampyres. But there’s a catch: about ten percent of all fledglings have their bodies reject the Change, and drop dead before graduation.

This is obviously not going to happen to Zoey, though, because she is extremely special. How is she special? Let me count the ways:

1. Her crescent moon Mark, which is normally just an outline on fledglings, is filled in.
2. The vampyre Goddess Nyx came to her in a vision and told her she had some sort of important mission.
3. Her personal advisor is the headmistress.
4. She craves blood, which normally doesn’t happen till much later.
5. Her wise Cherokee grandmother imparted special Cherokee wisdom to her.
6. She sees ghosts (or possibly zombies).
7. A very few full vampyres can control ONE of the five elements. Zoey, though still a fledgling, can control all five!

Though I mock, I actually quite enjoyed this. It’s kind of terrible and trashy, but the fun kind of terrible and trashy.

For all her specialness, Zoey is a likable character with a sense of humor that’s often actually funny. The academy is a fun setting, with its classes in Vampyre Sociology 101, cat companions, snobbish blood-sucking sororities, and secret rituals in the dead of night. The pace seems fast even though objectively not a whole ton of a lot happens, and though I never feared for any of the major characters, the Casts do a good job of making the possibility of sudden death hang over the characters’ heads. And despite the obligatory presence of a predictably boring male love interest, Erik Night (!), it’s overall very female-centric.

The novel is told in first person, and one of its main strengths is that, with some lapses, it really does read like a teenager wrote it: casual, teenage-cynical alternating with teenage-earnest, simultaneously frank and judgmental about sex. And one of its main weaknesses is that it REALLY reads like a teenager wrote it, complete with bad sentence structure, pointless rambling, etc. It also has a lot of teenage-plausible casual offensiveness – I winced, for instance, every time she called something “retarded.” However, that isn’t just Zoey being in character. There’s also the wise old magical Indian grandmother, not to mention the sympathetic gay guy who isn’t weird and femme like those other gay guys. Etc. That being said, that sort of thing is kept to a relatively low murmur, and there’s clearly an effort, however hamhanded, made at being inclusive.

What really made me want to read more, though, were the hints at the end that all was not as it seemed, and that some standard plot and character tropes might not go in the way I was expecting. Though I could be wrong about that. Anyway, I tore through this and will check the library for the sequel.

View on Amazon: Marked (House of Night, Book 1)

Excuse me??

  • Nov. 10th, 2009 at 11:29 AM
I just need to fume.

I had a conversation this morning with someone from the equivalent of the oversight/pastoral care committee of the local Meeting we've attended most frequently over the last two months since we moved. It's also the Meeting geographically closest to us. She was following up with me on a conversation we had Sunday at Meeting, and the announcement I made at rise of Meeting, about Sue's upcoming surgery and us needing support.

And basically, she was telling me, don't expect any help.

I understand her trying to communicate to me, clearly, the limits this Meeting has in terms of being available to people.

What just blows my mind are the attitudes in the Meeting that some of her questions and suggestions revealed. Not necessarily her attitudes, but what she expected of others in the Meeting. (Maybe her attitudes, too, but I don't know.)

I don't think it's unreasonable to know I need help taking care of Sue, and to ask for help -- what's more, for specific things I know we need -- even though I'm not working full-time for pay outside the home. I don't think it's unreasonable to ask for volunteer help within my religious/spiritual community with tasks I can't pay someone else to do. I don't think it's reasonable to trade babysitting with total strangers who happen to live near me but with whom I have no other connection (such as mutual friends or Quakerism or Paganism) for help around the house or meals while Sue's recovering from major surgery. I don't think it's reasonable, three days before surgery, to go knocking on doors in my neighborhood to see if any total strangers who live near me can help. (WTF??) I don't think it's unreasonable to ask for help from my local Meeting when we've been here for two months. ("Well, you've just arrived...") (We've been in and out of that Meeting since early September. People still look pointedly at me during introductions at the rise of Meeting when I don't stand to introduce myself, and people I've introduced myself to still ask me, "Have you been here before?") I don't think it's unreasonable to ask for help with things I know will make my asthma worse and would make it harder for me to be here with Sue, when I'm already having an asthma flare-up. And yes, I am getting medical care for that and I do have inhalers, thank you.

"It's just that, you know, people are really busy."

As we went over it, she basically told me that people are too busy to come by once over a period of several weeks to perform a discrete task, and that people are too busy to hold us in the Light.

(Well, the committee will hold us in the Light.)

Gah!!!!

And if one more person from CPMM tells me they're sorry they live too far to help, I will cuss out loud. We have F/friends in CA who came up with an idea to get meals to us -- delivery from local restaurants that take credit cards. SoCal's not too far.

Argh.

Thank you for letting me rant.

I am feeling well-supported by friends and Friends from afar, and I'm deeply grateful for their support. Without it, I'd be huddled under the covers by now.

But I am still pissed.

I Raised My Hand

  • Nov. 10th, 2009 at 9:51 AM
and appear to be this year's Nebula Awards Commissioner. Which sounds grandiose, but looks more like being the person who comes in to periodically unclog the pipes.

Some people came home from WFC with H1N1. Me, I came home with a Volunteer Opportunity. The spouse is threatening to tape my hands to my sides.

Thanks, evil government

  • Nov. 10th, 2009 at 9:41 AM
Recently the federal government subpoenaed news site Indymedia to try to get the IP addresses of everyone who ever visited the site. They claimed they had the authority for that, and to keep the subpoena secret, so that Indymedia couldn't talk about it. Neither were true.

Because Indymedia follows EFF’s Best Practices for Online Service Providers and does not keep historical IP logs, there was no information for Indymedia to hand over, and the government withdrew the subpoena. However, as the report describes, that wasn’t the end of the tale: Ms. Clair wanted EFF to be able to tell the story of the subpoena and shine a light on the government’s illegal demand, yet the subpoena ordered silence. Under pressure from EFF, the government admitted that the subpoena’s gag order had no legal basis, and ultimately chose not to go to court to try to force Ms. Clair’s silence despite earlier threats to do so.

Call me a geek if you want…

  • Nov. 10th, 2009 at 4:38 PM

…but I just found out that I was blurbed in a published book. One that was published back in April. How did I miss this!? It’s on the second page of the reviews, which in itself is amazing, but then I find it on the back cover as well! Sorry, but I am having an extreme giddy freakfest right now. Call me a geek if you want, but this is my first (that I know of) and it’s kind of exciting for me. I hadn’t thought I had gotten to this point and then to find it on Curse the Dawn by Karen Chance – one of my favorite authors – it’s exciting!

And I was just informed by Larissa Ione that part of my review for Passion Unleashed is quoted in Ecstasy Unveiled, which I’m hoping won’t get cut on the publishing floor.  *grin*

My Quote

So yeah, I’m having a good day right now. I’m going to go use this energy to clean the house and then concentrate on reviews.  I’ll do a news post later tonight.  And just a quick FYI, I’m going to be a little sporadic with the news post until I get caught up with my reviews.  I have about 10 I need to get posted and doing the news takes time away from them.  I will try and get one up tonight though.

1. I'm not a member of [info]debunkingwhite, so I'm not replying there, but this one comment - "It basically casts these adoptees as essentially Other, that is, other even before they come into contact with a culture that others them." - bothers me enough that I want to say that the "culture that others them" is the one in which whiteness is seen as the default, or something to aspire to. Not the part about getting in touch with one's ancestors or history, which IDK might be a response to already being othered.

2. I should sign up for [info]yuletide before sign-ups close! Narrowing down what to offer to write to fandoms I can cart around with me over the holidays. Suitcases are for books and DVDs, but there is a weight limit, I hear.

3. So many familiar guest stars! One of the men on Castle was in Firefly, and one of the women on Bones was in the pilot episode of Angel.

4. Eastwick was cancelled. :( I hope Mercy and The Good Wife, which I tend to forget to watch, but like when I remember, don't follow suit. I like that these three shows have women as central characters, and are rather chromatic too.

5. That Glee promo/song leak - there seems to be a distinct lack of Rachel and Finn. And is that Tina I hear?

modern motherhood

  • Nov. 10th, 2009 at 11:28 AM
an IM conversation with my husband.

me: hi
i got gloomy all of a sudden
basically because of my indecision about getting the kids rain boots
I am possibly insane
Michael:
What is up with that?
me: I dunno
I always want thing to be cheaper than they are
also it is so rainy
Michael: How expensive are rain boots?
me: $17 at Target, up to $30 at like Lands End
doesn't that seem ridic?
Michael: Not to me.
me: I just did the quicken last night and we are low. as usual.
just so frustrating
Michael: Don't we have a pair to pass down to Dillo?
me: the next pair we have are size 11.
we had some 9s that were pink and I gave them away.
Michael: Oh
me: anyway. not anything worth stressing about.
maybe it's this weather.
Michael: Yes, I'm glad you realized this.
I think I had one pair of proper rain boots when I was a kid.
me: I know, It's not like it's a need.
only when I compare to happy catalog magazine world
Michael: Now if they are coming home with wet soggy shoes all the time. Then maybe it would be necessary.
me: where everyone's clothes are matching and their hair is brushed.
Michael: And their houses are clean.
me: and their houses are clean.
ha that was a total xpost.
Michael: Jinx
And their dogs don't shed
me: we don't have a god
dog
or a god either, really
Michael: and their cats don't get fleas
me: yeah.
and they use Clorox wipes
Michael: And their kids behave perfectly all the time
me: and BPA-free plastics
and wooden educational toys
and the kids laugh when they go down the big slide in chutes and ladders
Michael: and they eat organic food and drive Volvo station wagons
me: with no cheerios in the car seats
and they have fancy Britax car seats
Michael:
No only organic cheerios
me: right, oatie-os.
I think this chat is going in my LJ
Michael: Yeah and Veggie Booty
me: that smells like feet.

Of course, NOW I'm Self-Conscious

  • Nov. 10th, 2009 at 10:19 AM
I woke up grumpy, despite the sunshine. Grumpy and vaguely restless. I took care of some of the restlessness by cleaning up my office/the computer room a bit. I don't know about you, but I accumulate a lot of paper. Alas, some of it could be considered "important" so I can't quite just toss it in the bin. This leads to a lot of clutter. So I sorted and boxed up some of it for eventual transfer to the archives (don't laugh, I have one!)

Anyway, I can't get too comfy. I have to go schlep Shawn to her dental appointment. (We're a one car family.)

Since I'm leaving on retreat...

  • Nov. 10th, 2009 at 9:33 AM
The last time I went on a retreat, I asked people to send me trees, and I got many marvelous responses. Thank you.

I'm going on retreat again because as you know things have been hard lately, and so I've been struggling. This time, I'll simply ask for this: I'd just appreciate an encouraging note. Or an affirmation. Or a good wish. Or a prayer. Or simply something just to think about in the days to come. Tell me what you think I'm doing right, tell me I'll get through this (me and my family, both). Tell my why you like reading this LiveJournal.

Tell me anything you think will give me light in dark places. Lurkers, I'd really appreciate hearing from you, too.

Thanks.

Love,
Peg

NaNoWriMo

  • Nov. 10th, 2009 at 7:50 AM
Next week I'll be teaching a workshop for some teen writers (that is, teens who write, not writers writing for teens) as they participate in NaNoWriMo, sponsored by their public library (which warms my heart cockles more than I can say). Even the concept of NaNoWriMo used to set my teeth on edge, but I've softened a bit. (Just for the record, my workshop will be called "Pick a Plot: Know Where You're Going". I'd love it if it saved some time for these young writers.)

If you don't know what NaNoWriMo is, it's a program in which a whole lot of people write 50,000 words in a month. The idea is to write a novel without stopping to edit, rewrite, or question yourself. Write fast, and never look back. Those who have done this say it's a great way to practice letting words pour out without impedance by that little critic who lurks on every writer's shoulder. It does sound like fun, doesn't it?

It's not for me, though. I follow the Connie Willis model. Connie claims she even rewrites grocery lists, and that's more my style. However, colleagues who have enjoyed the exercise of NaNoWriMo have persuaded me it has value, and I can accept that. It has value as an exercise.

As a finished product? Not so much.

However, I found this on an agent's blog:
"NanNoWriMo is about learning and mastering style and craft and pacing of information. The first thing you learn about writing is that writers write. That's what NaNoWriMo is really about - getting that book out of your head and onto the page. A writer's group, a good editor and even your reader will tell you what works, how to make it better and where to improve. NaNoWriMo (and RR ) is not about the Great American novel. It's about finishing your first novel. My advice to first time authors has always been to write the novel you can finish. It will teach you how to write the next one."

My question is, how does this exercise teach you how to "learn and master" style and craft and pacing? If you don't revise, rewrite, edit, and examine, what improves? It reminds me of an irresponsible voice teacher I knew who felt that teaching a singer to sing was just teaching them lots and lots of arias without troubling over technique, breathing, all that pesky stuff the rest of us spent years on.

If you feel it's for you, though, go to www.nanowrimo.org And then, if you feel what you produced in one month is worth pursuing, that agent I quoed is accepting NaNoWriMo manuscripts for consideration: http://agentinthemiddle.blogspot.com/

Then let me know! Maybe one of you will change my mind.

when I was a child I spake as a child

  • Nov. 10th, 2009 at 10:04 AM
Recently unearthed: thirty year old Dave comics!

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Undeniable proof of both my feverish desire to draw comic books AND my hunger for anything to occupy my brain that wasn't schoolwork. (I love that cover with Super Soldier holding onto the spaceship that's fleeing the destroyed space station. "If Death Be My Destiny!" Nothing says "10-year old reading too many Stan Lee comics" like this drawing.)

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(SuperNova's little grin here is appealing for some strange reason.) I started off drawing comics with my brother, but he faded early in the game while I kept on going right into middle school and beyond. Me and friends started our own "manga circle" and drew our own super hero and adventure comics. Preferred media was pencil on blue-lined notebook paper folded over and stapled on the spine.

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Apart from the barely legible artwork this could be the cover of any Marvel or DC comic from that time period. In fact since it doesn't star a gangster's brain that's been put into a giant ape, taken out and put into Batman, and used to rob Earth of colors, it probably makes more sense.

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It's interesting to see how the characters progress from faceless blobs with barely distinguishable arms and legs to the more realized individuals with actual eyes and mouths and hair. Fingers became four little bumps instead of one little bump. An effort was made to portray backgrounds.

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Fun fact; I actually dressed as this character for Halloween one year. No, not last year. When I was 10.

Had I been a little more ambitious I might have started, you know, drawing from life, or at least swiping poses and things from actual comics. But no, things like photo reference are cheating! Also there was the whole "lazy" thing. And up against that brick wall, I gave up on drawing for about a year when I entered high school. When I returned to comics, the quaint folded-over notebook paper comic book industry was gone forever, replaced with fumbling attempts at using real tools like bristol board and crow-quill pens. The obsession with super hero comics was gone, replaced by obsessions with Love & Rockets and those Japanese comics in a language nobody could read. The art was kept on the down-low because it's high school and a class of high school sophomores is not impressed with your homemade comics the same way a class of 6th graders is. Luckily, it turns out that if you wear a Black Flag T-shirt people leave you alone. Still true today, but for different reasons.

Anyway: ZERO FIGHTER. Some things haven't changed much in thirty years.

Time Travel… The Ultimate Fantasy

  • Nov. 10th, 2009 at 3:00 PM

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A powerful gust of wind sparked Marissa from her trance, and she broke into a terrified run for the farmhouse.  The stars were fading in the evening sky and it almost seemed as though the sun were rising back out of the west.  Impossible! Ghostlike figures continued to eddy on the wind around her, and another gust threatened to steal the very breath from her lungs. An intense flash of light lit the sky, and the blanket of stars shattered into a thousand glittering orbs of spectral light. 

Marissa felt a scream building inside, but an even more horrifying sensation of paralysis swept over her, blocking it in her throat. She was unable to move, cry, or scream. In desperation, she fought to tear herself from the hellish chaos of the weird half-night, half-day she found herself in. An intense light flooded the world around her, and the ghostly wraiths bent and twisted. The sights, sounds, and smells of the night merged in a stunning collage of sensation and color. The wraithlike figures grew even more distorted, altering her perception of everything around her. The earth, the grass, even the farmhouse changed before her very eyes. Then all at once, she felt solid ground under her feet, and she could move again, running toward the house…in terror. 

For many readers—myself included—romantic fiction is the ultimate reading escape.  Tales of love and devotion complete with a happy ending provide the perfect way to decompress after a long day at work or to simply take a break from everyday life.  This excerpt, from my debut novel Without Regret My Love, depicts a modern day ER nurse swept back to the civil war’s Confederate south.  Time travel stories give us an extra element of escape because who among us hasn’t wished to see the past, future or even longed for a fresh start?

So what inspired me to write this particular time travel?  This particular story came about as a combination of my career as a registered nurse and interest in history.  While researching medicine in the American Civil War for a presentation I was horrified by the common beliefs and practices of the time.  But it got me to thinking…  How would someone with today’s knowledge of medicine respond in an 1863 field hospital?  The idea evolved into a sweeping romance, giving me the opportunity to experience my ultimate time travel fantasy through the eyes of my heroine.   

Jilted by her fiancé, Marissa is done with men until fate steps in and she finds that Craig Langston may be more man than she can resist.

Marissa is a high energy independent career woman of the 21st century who finds herself on a collision course with destiny when she is thrown 144 years into the past. Confederate Officer Dr. Craig Langston is an enticing man that any woman would long to fall in love with, and now Marissa is torn between rampant desire, for the man ignites her very soul, and a longing to return home.

Can she find it within herself to embrace a new life in the arms of her Confederate officer or will more sinister forces intervene before she can discover what may be the greatest love of all time?

 Now it’s your turn.  If provided the opportunity when and where would you time travel? 

The old west?  Regency England?  Medieval Scotland?

The sky is the limit…  Or, since we’re speaking of time travel, perhaps beyond.

Thanks for stopping by!

Melissa Blue 

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http://www.champagnebooks.com/books/index.php?main_page=advanced_search_result&search_in_description=1&keyword=Melissa+Blue

Today is a great day to promote some great future releases! But first I give you this special cover announcement!

Leanna Renee Hieber has allowed me to be the first to post her cover for The Darkly Luminous Fight for Persephone Parker, the sequel to The Strangely Beautiful Tale of Percy Parker!

The Darkly Lumunous Fight For Persephone Parker (another mouthful of a title) will be released from Dorchester April 27, 2010
Here's the synopsis blurb:

With radiant, snow white skin and hair, Percy Parker was a beacon for Fate. True love had found her, in the tempestuous form of Professor Alexi Rychman. But her mythic destiny was not complete. Accompanying the ghosts with which she alone could converse, new and terrifying omens loomed. A war was coming, a desperate ploy of a spectral host. Victorian London would be overrun. Yet, Percy kept faith. Within the mighty bastion of Athens Academy, alongside The Guard whose magic shielded mortals from the agents of the Underworld, she counted herself among friends. Wreathed in hallowed fire, they would stand together, no matter what dreams or nightmares—might come.

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Recovering from the flu

  • Nov. 10th, 2009 at 9:07 AM
I haven't been posting because I've been either been huddled in bed, sucking down pot after pot of Celestial Seasonings Bengel Spice tea, or lolling in the bathtub, reading mysteries and steaming out my sinuses. I had already asked for most of this week off, Tuesday (today) through Friday because I had planned another retreat at St. Benedict's. At this point, I think I'll leave for the retreat tomorrow. I didn't have a fever anymore yesterday, but I'm still coughing a bit. I certainly don't want to give this to the nuns (I'm guessing it's probably H1N1. Fiona and Rob had it last week, although they weren't as congested as me. In their case, it was more exhaustion). I'm using the Neti pot twice a day to ward off any secondary bacterial infections. I might choose to eat by myself the first day I arrive--they offer you the choice to do that, if you'd like to eat in silence--just to keep away from the sisters for another day, just in case.

I plan to work on soul collage cards, mostly: I have a new stack of magazines to destroy. Thanks to those who donated.

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