Sunday, December 30, 2007

Holiday Reading

I just finished Sharie Kohler's debut paranormal romance, Marked by Moonlight, and would definitely recommend it. She deftly combines a number of terrific elements including sexy chemistry between the hero and heroine, life-threatening conflict, emotional depth and mystery.

If you're a fan of werewolf stories, this one should not be missed.

(Sharie Kohler also writes historicals as Sophie Jordan, which is how I was first introduced to this author's wonderful writing.)

Sunday, December 23, 2007

"When creative juices flow
Catch them with a pen
Cause if you don't
You may find you can't
recapture them again."

- June Shanahan

It is finally chilly in Houston. I'm drinking hot cocoa and writing from under the down comforter. Stay warm!

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Would a grapefruit by any other name...

Okay, first of all, who named grapefruit? They taste nothing like grapes. It was probably a plot by the Vikings or someone, like the naming of Greenland when the place was a frozen tundra. (See helpful photo illustration. Yeah, it's pretty. But would you call it green?)

So I'm over at my friend Nancy Pickard's blog, and Farfetched says he's drinking rum and grapefruit juice, which triggers a shudder from me and the following response:

Far -

Grapefruit juice? Are you out of everything else? (Including your mind)

I was at a friend's a couple days ago, and he got a whole crate of grapefruit from a client who's involved somehow in the grapefruit-growing industry. (Poor guy)

So my friend cuts me a grapefruit for breakfast. My first response was, "Are we on a diet? And will it really last long enough to get through a whole crate of grapefruit?"

And he was like... "This is exceptional grapefruit. Just try it."

Which for some reason I did.

"Isn't that sweet?" he said.

"Compared to what? Lemons?"

Yeah, so it turns out that the best grapefruit in the world is still not an orange. And if you really feel the need to contaminate a perfectly good glass of rum with its juice couldn't you just lie and tell us you used pineapple juice? What's the point of being on the internet if we can't lie to each other?

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Don't Tell Hagrid

I was away from home last night, and, as there was no reason for me to sleep better at someone else's place than I do at my own, I woke randomly at 3 am. Turning on the light, I apparently disturbed the Brown Recluse spider which had likely sneaked into the apartment in the stack of moving boxes picked up recently from a warehouse.

I was as taken aback at his sudden appearance as he was at mine. He rushed off, every bit as speedy as the car-chasing spiders from the grounds of Hogwart's. Normally, I'm a "live and let live" sort of person, but since Recluses' bites are poisonous to the point of leaving golf-ball sized holes in the previously unblemished flesh of one's person, I did not feel I could ever sleep again knowing he was free to wander within two miles of me.

The spider as I've said had speed and agility on his side. I on the other hand had only fear and my black clog.

I was able to return to sleep around 4 am. You may infer the rest.

Kissing the Suspect Release!

Chapter 1 Callie Melville was wanted by the law, but to put it that way made things sound worse than they were. She hoped. The rumors...