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Carys (and friends), lemme know if you like B*E*A*S*T* OF BURDEN! :D

It's the SECOND book in my B*E*A*S*T* series, the first being about a white tiger shifter, and that's entitled THE B*E*A*S*T* WITHIN.

This series is doing well for itself so far, so I can't complain! :D Thank you, Carys, for blogging about it!

The direct link to the first book is here:

http://www.champagnebooks.com/TBWI.htm

B*E*A*S*T* OF BURDEN doesn't officially release until February 1st, so keep your eyes peeled! :D

~~Becka

By  Becka, at 9:18 AM  

Carys I am so happy that you enjoyed chatting!! Please do come by anytime! There is always someone there to play..lol

Chatting With Joyfully Reviewed will be rocking the house for the month of Feb! So come and bring all your energy!

I would like to point out that I soo don't run Joyfully Reviewed. LMAO!! I'm a reviewer for JR. Joy and Melissa run Joyfully Reviewed. I DO moderate and schedule chats for Chatting With Joyfully Reviewed. *giggle* When I saw that line about me running Joyfully Reviewed I about spit my tea all over my screen. LOL

Oh man Carys/Jenn..whichever one of you is reading this today(*giggle) I do love you!

Dee

By  Anonymous, at 9:54 AM  

Thanks so much for pointing people towards my insanity, Jennifer! When I finally (yes, I'm slow) figured out you were Carys as well, I realized I have one of your books, Leader of the Pack. Loved it.. and we're discussing shifters tonight, thanks to Dee. *grins*

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Friday, January 26, 2007

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no euphemisms here lol just hunny can I have some.

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Thursday, January 25, 2007

Excerpt

From Courting Disaster:
(ALGUT)... veered off and slipped down another hallway, in search of Cheya. That wench was too full of herself, and he’d had as much as he could stand.

That—and not nearly enough!

He caught up with her before she made it into the solar.
“Chey!”

She glanced over her shoulder, saw who it was and picked up her skirts again to make haste toward the door. His legs were longer, though, and he was quick for a man his size. He leaped in front of her, putting a hand on the door to bar her way. It took him a minute to catch his breath. Meanwhile, he grinned down at her as he waited for his chest to quit heaving.

“Get out of my way, Algut. I’m about women’s business?”

She tried to get around him; he moved to stop her. She ducked the other way, under his other arm, but he moved again.

“All right. What do you want, you big lug?” She dropped her skirts and lifted her chin. To him, it looked haughty and sexy.

“You’re all het up, ain’t ye, lass? I wonder what gets you so riled?”

She fumed. He touched her lightly on the cheek. She flinched. Pleased with her reaction, he said, “Don’t tell me you’re tense because I’m so close to you.” He let the hand slide, and drop, down to skim her breast.

She grunted and stomped her foot. “Dinna flatter yourself, sir.”

Algut slipped the hand to her hip, and lifted his other hand to skim his fingertips across her cheek.

“I’d rather flatter you, Cheya, but I’m not a man of pretty words.” He did his best to let his eyes, and the way he felt, convey to her a thousand things, all about desire.
She nearly fell into his arms, just from reading the message there. He could feel her leaning toward him and he, too, moved closer to her. I

There was a spark of fire between them that leapt to life every time they got within touching distance of each other. Something that stole their breath and pooled in their bellies. He couldn’t remember exactly when it first kindled, but it had plagued him full on since the trip to court.

Her lips parted as she watched his.

“You’ve grown to be a bonny lass, Chey. And you’re right. You are a woman full grown.”
She backed up.

He grabbed her and pulled her close. She automatically fought him off, but not with serious intent. He didn’t let go. Drawing her tight to his chest, he kissed her. Right there in front of the solar door where anyone could have seen.

His kiss wasn’t a chaste peck on the lips, either. When Algut of Tawyn took hold of Cheya of Ponarth, he laid seige to her heart in full measure, giving her everything he could in that one embrace. He could have kept the kiss up all night, but she began to gasp and arch backward, weak in his arms—and he felt obligated to put her back on her feet. When he finally let her go, her lips were swollen, her cheeks were flushed and her heart pounded.

She put her fingers to her lips and he wanted to take hold of her again.

His throat worked but no words came out. His hands, which a moment before seemed so sure when they were holding her, suddenly became awkward. Big. Oafish.

He pulled himself up to his full height again and looked down at her, muttering regretfully, “Dinna think you’re any less because o’ this.”

Cheya’s brow wrinkled in confusion. She licked her lips.

He cleared his throat and added roughly, “You’re bonny, Chey. Make no mistake in that.” He studied her again, and when he was once again focused on her face, he whispered, “As bonny a lass as ever there was.”

That thought embarrassed him, or mayhap it was just the saying of it, for he grabbed her hips, turned her around, yanked the door open to the solar and shoved her inside. The door was shut behind her before she even realized what had happened.

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Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Silent Bob

Carys Weldon is irreverent, as you know. She loves Silent Bob (Kevin Smith) and wants to point you to his blog. http://www.silentbobspeaks.com/

Warning--he uses adult language.

The blog is currently discussing his latest diet which he calls: fat fuck vs food.
So, you get the tone before you go.

It is how I started my day today. The biggest disappointment to me in the whole thing was to hear the man was married. Don't know why that made me sad.

I don't care how large the guy gets, I like his face. I think he's sexy. Maybe because he's usually quiet? LOL I find many men to be obnoxious the minute they open their mouths...unless of course it is for kiss up service.

Ah. Ah. See how I've started the day? Need to go write about sex because it is so totally on my mind.

Pray for me. I'm a degenerated woman.

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Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Writing lost (Plus sexcerpt)

I spent yesterday morning writing furiously. My WORD program usually auto-saves but for some reason, there was a glitch and I lost hours of work. (Stupidly my fault because I multi-tasked my system to death.) I almost always have at least three windows open, more often four or five. My word page, music, email, and internet. Sometimes I get 3-4 internet search pages open, switching as they load. so, it's my own damn fault the system crashed but it doesn't make me any happier.

You would have loved some of the stuff that Levi said to her. But I'm pretty sure that's a chapter you'll never get to re-read, because I hate to re-write the same-o. Oh well, hopefully, I'll write something better.

Maybe not today, though. I have a screaming, banging migraine and it hurts to have my eyes open. I've taken eight Excedrin. (among all my other little dealybobs) It's not working. I just want somebody to shoot me.

In other news, I went to my poetry meeting last night, with plans to turn over the reins--but we didn't get enough people to show up, so we couldn't do a vote. One short. I wanted to vote to throw the rules out (as my last defiant act as president)--they said we had to have one more to vote for that, too. LOL

I wanted to vote to throw the treasurer out, too. (It's a man. He annoyed me.) I should have more patience but I don't have any for men this week. It's all my husband's fault, of course--because when a woman gets enough sex, she isn't as frustrated and cranky. ;) Think he'll read this and remedy the situation? You'll know if my next post is SOOO sweet and happy and sappy. But I'm guessing NO. Who wants to get next a bitchy Carys Weldon?

But then, the girl writes sex for fun--you'd think he'd know the way to work around the lady is to give her a little bit of her own business MORE.

I know. TMI.
I am sorry.
Sex. Sex. Sex. It's on my mind. I need to go write some, I guess.
I was gonna post you a sexcerpt from Courting Disaster this morning but I decided to complain. Maybe tomorrow I'll give you something...wait. I could give you a LITTLE bit to chew on.

Here's the setup...Algut is a big brute--heir to his clan, pretty much as rough around the edges as he can get. He's had a bad winter (thinking about her.) Cheya's a short little, long haired blond, a toe tapping, tongue lashing shrew. They've got it bad for each other. He has every intention of working her out of his system because she is the only daughter of his neighbor, and sister to his best friend--which means he can't just lay her down and push up her skirts without some political ramifications. He's not in the market for a wife.

She, on the other hand, has set her sights on him. But here's the thing--her brother and Algut (and his brothers) have been invited to court by Prince Brack. This is the scene where she announces that she's going with. Poor man damn near has a heart attack.

For having been cold through, Algut felt over-warm at her close proximity. He dropped his gloves onto the table and reached up to unclasp his cloak. It didn’t come loose readily.
She stepped forward and reached to help.
“Here, let me get it.” She smelled like he remembered. That scent had bothered him all winter long.
He pushed her hands away. “I’m a grown man. I don’t need your help undressing, lass.” His gruff tone made her let go fast.
She lashed him back just as fast as he’d thrown her off.
“Dinna flatter yourself, you oaf. I dinna think once to undress you. Roast in your bloody cloak for all I care!”
She spun around, her hair swinging with the move, whipping hard enough to slap him in the chest and across the arm he had raised to undo the clasp with.
It made him crazy. He reached out and grabbed a handful of it.
She squeaked, reaching back to lessen the pain of his tug.
He let go of it and reached for her body instead. His hands on her waist, Algut yanked her back against his chest. He knew instantly it was a bad move—the press of her against his body aroused him on contact—and he’d already been stirred at the sight of her.
He groaned as she melted into him.
His big hands spanned nearly from her hips to the underside of her breasts. His thumbs touched her there, in fact. She closed her eyes briefly, swooning with a smile. He noted her reaction, savored it for a second, and dropped his lips to her ear, wanting to kiss her there, but a noise across the room brought him back to his senses. Instead of applying his lips to her flesh, he muttered, “Dinna flatter yourself, lass.”
He shoved her away. She stumbled forward and barely caught herself before falling flat on her face.
Spinning around, she put her hands to her hips and stomped her foot.
“You’ve got a lot to learn, Algut.” She all but spat out his name. Her eyes shot black daggers at him.
He laughed at her, drawing the attention of the others. The blood rose to her face. She stomped her foot again.
“Oh, you’re so sure of yourself, aren’t you?” She pushed with both hands on his chest.
She was so slight, the pressure was nothing to him. The feel of her hands, though, sent him into a spin of a different kind. He grabbed hold of them quick, and peeled them from his shirtfront.
“Aye, that I am.”
She lifted her chin, looking him in the eye.
“I’ll wipe that smug look off your face before you know it.”
That made him laugh again.
“And how do you propose to do that?”
She thumped him in the chest with a finger. “I’m going with you to court. Did you know that?”
He blinked and reeled. Slowly, he shook his head.
“Dinna tell me that.” Algut went cold.
He’d spent a winter in hell. Cheya haunted his dreams and followed him everywhere he went. He couldn’t turn a corner in his own home without thinking of her. He smelled her musky scent in his sleep, even. Every yellow thing he’d seen set his mind to remembering her hair. Everything black—rocks, pools of water, his cloak—reminded him of her eyes. He’d frozen himself plumb near to death a few times, refusing to wear that bloody cloak.
He pulled on the clasp again. It didn’t come loose. He cursed it. After today, he’d likely burn it.
She watched him fumble with the clasp some more. ’Twas amusing her, he could see that, and that just irritated him more. Fian couldn’t be planning to take her with them.
By the time the summons came from Brack, he’d determined to work her out of his system, if he had to make love to every gal at court. How could he manage that with her around every corner in truth?

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Ouch - migraines are horrible. I hope you're feeling better soon.

By  ikkinlala, at 4:21 PM  

lol Hope you get over your migraine and get some too. Sorry about the computer. I do that all the time too. And usually freeze up my computer about 4 or 5 times a night.

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Monday, January 22, 2007

Xanga blog (funny)

Okay, we all know I'm a whiney bitch. Crybaby to all my friends.
So, this one GREAT friend which I have yet to meet in person, but have told all my worst secrets to--yes, even things I haven't told you--I know, I know, the girl has MORE scandal?

Anyhow, check out my cheer up email that pointed me to go read a horrible, laugh out loud true story:

I have a couple of stories on my xanga blog that will at least make you grin. Go to www.xanga.com/Marie9949 then scroll down to where it says "The Food Whore Blog Comment" and click on the links below that. It will take you to the pages for the two funny hospital stories. Xanga won't go directly to a permalink, which sucks, but if you scroll down to where you see the title of the story, you'll find them. One's about a nasty old man and the other is about suctioning a patient.

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Hi, all.
I should have announced this before...but yesterday was an all day chat at the yahoo group Joyfully Reviewed. So, I was in and out of there off and on.

I took a break and went to church, and taught a lesson to the women--on my favorite subject--Don't Judge Me, and either help me or get out of my way. (Or something churchy along that line. I twist it all to my end, you know.) Okay, the real topic was supposed to be about knowing what you should do, and doing it. And that it's not enough to know, you gotta put works behind that. But hell. We have beaten that horse to death. So, I went with the "take" that our priorities tell on us and we can see what others think are important by the way they spend their time. (See me? I bury myself in alternate worlds of my creation because I'm a hider.)

I scandalized the whole world by admitting publicly that I pray for total obliteration sometimes. Of myself, not all mankind. Well, some mankind. hehehe Don't ya hate the fact that churches are the place you feel most judged? Or is that just me?

But, honestly, I think that we go on and on. So, obliteration and utter annihilation is just a dream of mine. For those just tuning in, I whine continuously here about being depressed--and life in general. Get used to it. Feel free to cry and whine about your own crap. I don't mind at all.

Feel free to tell me to get over myself and post a sex cerpt or something, if you want, too. Maybe I'll drop you some pieces of my new book, Courting Disaster tomorrow. Or you can just go read the ones I put on the Joyfully Reviewed website yesterday.

Anyhow, are you familiar with that group? You can sign up and email/chat with authors from different publishing houses, and get free books and other giveaways. Usually, they have a day set aside for a specific publisher, but sometimes other authors peek in. And you know, when I go, you get two for one. Jennifer behaves pretty well, but oh hell, when Carys gets in the house, we're in trouble.

You can join that group and read yesterday's archives to see how rowdy I was. Damn I can't help the puns that roll from my tongue and fingertips. The bad thing is, I don't even wanna be fixed!

Of course, the world degenerated when I started critiquing men. Antonio Banderas got the all thumbs up. John Cena. Visjnic. The Rock. Sorbo. We went down a list and discussed a lot of wrestler panties. Or whatever you call their snuggy little you know whats. And leather pants. Those did not go un-noticed. Hello Hercules! Lift my world, baby.

Oops. Forgot. My husband sometimes reads my crap. But honestly, he hasn't worn leather pants in a long time, and he is way overdue. (Fanning myself at the thought.)

Back to a respectable topic:
Two lucky winners won copies of Courting Disaster, my latest romance. Amy Smith and Robin Snodgrass. Congrats to both of them! And other people gave out stuff, too--but that didn't mean anything to me. LOL SINCE I didn't win. These other authors...they figure other authors don't need to win. Geesh.

Just kidding. I was okay with it--until my publisher gave a Palm Reader, one of those Zire 22's away. I REALLY wanted that. I'm sure I posted as much as anybody the whole damn day. I KNOW I earned it. ;)

Oh, and I wanted the Supreme Chocolate Gift Box somebody else gave away. Of course, you KNOW I'm on a low to no carb diet, so I can't eat it TODAY but we all know that diets are transient things and I'll give up sooner or later and then it will be binge time and I will NEED chocolate to salve my sadness over the unsuccessful diet I suffered over for these last couple months. You KNOW that's how it works.

So, feel free to send me chocolate any time. I write lots of sexy stories when I'm on a chocolate high. (If that's incentive for ya.)

Okay. So, Carys has to get busy. She needs to get naked and wash her body, then write something about a cowboy named Levi that has got to get his jeans off again. I feel him getting ready to strip in the back of my head, right now. So, uh, gotta go. ;)

Catching you with a sex cerpt or something from Courting Disaster tomorrow. So, be sure and check her out.

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Hmmm... Quite a variety of subjects to choose from today. lol

Girl, if I had known you were in any kind of chat yesterday, I would've stopped in. :)

As for churches being the place we are most judged: That's one reason why I haven't been to church regularly in a number of years. Mom keeps saying we need to find a church here in McAlester. FIne. Go find one. But don't expect me to go. I've been to several in this hypocritical little town and none of them are worth going to, IMO.

BUt I won't get started on that particular soap box.

By  Unknown, at 6:49 AM  

Had a blast chatting yesterday while my stupid internet kept booting me off I was able to play a little bit. Was very interesting and found some new authors too. Can't wait to do it again. lol

By  Pamk, at 7:48 PM  

I DID have a great time chatting at Joyfully Reviewed the other day.

I'm gonna be better in future at pointing my bloggers to the chats I join in. (Haven't done a lot of them.)

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Sunday, January 21, 2007

one bad tire

So, uh, my daughter had a tire on our bronco slashed at the school last Friday. Three or four cars were treated to vandalism. Some had windows smashed and more than one tire, so we got off lucky--except this stupid bronco has locking lugnuts, and no spare. What should have been a quick replacement has turned into just another one of our long, stupid nightmares. We spent all day running TO DIFFERENT AUTO PARTS STORES in different towns, looking for the damn lug nut removal tool because, of course, we have no key.

It gets dumber. We have a towing service on all our vehicles EXCEPT, you guessed it, this bronco. Needless to say, I spent hours and hours in the car, sitting and listening to country music (because that's about all you can get in SW Missouri right now). I dunno if all the alternative and rock stations are down or what.

I did come across a pretty funny song that's been played a lot. Here's your challenge--figure out the name and who sings this. It's a woman singing about how she's taking a Louisville Slugger to the headlights of her man's truck because he's inside cozying up to another woman. She also keys the pretty paint job and carves her name in the leather seats.

Oh, and for those following the basketball tournament my daughter was in...we lost by two buckets. (Many, many bad free throws could have won that game for us-again.) Hard, tight game, though.

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That would be Carrie Underwood Before he Cheats. She's the chick that won American Idol last year I think. Anyways she beat out BO

By  Pamk, at 11:36 AM  

Yup, Pamk's got the right of it. Personally, I don't think Carrie is all that great. I mean, I think it's great that she's local-girl-done-good, BUT -- IMO -- she was not near good enough to win AI. But that's just me.

By  Unknown, at 1:44 PM  

You guys are great!
I knew you'd know.
My readers/fans are so smart!
(I tell everybody that!)

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Saturday, January 20, 2007

Another storm?

Well, holy crap.
There is another storm coming.

Better not ruin my power.
I'm at 55,000 words on Candy's Kisses and wanna stay buried up to my ears in my music and manuscript.

Which is why I'm not gonna stick around chatting here today. Hope you're staying warm.

Cheyenne has another basketball tournament game this afternoon, so I don't think I'll get a lot of writing done.

Oh, hey. This is funny. I had a dream that I should email Donald Trump. (You know, because he and I are SO TIGHT. Ha.) It would not let me sleep. Just to email him and say, "Hey, let's me and you meet. You know, get together without any media coverage, on the sly."

Any dream interpreters wanna snag a line on what that's all about?

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So far all this new storm has given us has been rain. Hopefully it won't give you guys too much stuff.

By  Unknown, at 9:04 AM  

Hope this stuff misses and not sure what that dream could be about. But it's damn scary. lol Well it would be to me.

By  Pamk, at 4:27 PM  

What's bad is that Donald Trump, who has never been attractive to me, now seems doable. LOL

And we just have a smattering of snow and drippy rain at the moment, so the weather didn't get as bad as they expected. (YAY?)

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Friday, January 19, 2007

stroke signs

You probably know all this, but sometimes a refresher is a good thing.

STROKE: Remember The 1st Three Letters...S.T.R. A friend sent this to me and encouraged me to post it and spread the word. I agree. If everyone can remember something this simple, we could save some folks. Seriously.. Please read: STROKE IDENTIFICATION: During a BBQ, a friend stumbled and took a little fall - she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call paramedics) and that she had just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes. They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food. While she appeared a bit shaken up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening. Ingrid's husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital - (at 6:00 pm, Ingrid passed away.) She had suffered a stroke at the BBQ. Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Ingrid would be with us today. Some don't die. They end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead. It only takes a minute to read this... A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke...totally. He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough. RECOGNIZING A STROKE Thank God for the sense to remember the "3" steps, STR . Read and Learn! Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke. Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:

S * Ask the individual to SMILE.

T * Ask the person to TALK to SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently) (i.e. . . It is sunny out today)

R * Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS. *NOTE: Another 'sign' of a stroke is this: Ask the person to 'stick' out their tongue. If the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other, that is also an indication of a stroke. If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call 911 immediately and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher. A cardiologist says if everyone who gets this e-mail sends it to 10 people; you can bet that at least one life will be saved.

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good info to have. I've never heard of this before and high blood pressure runs in my family

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---------------oOo--------------- Kisses and Jeans update

I didn't write at all yesterday--slept most of the day because I had stayed in the chair here the day before, editing through that first half of Candy's Kisses and Levi's Jeans--and writing, and got the manuscript up over 200 pages, to somewhere around 50,000 words. So, that was about 22 hours of writing and editing (re-editing) straight with breaks for the bathroom and to get drinks (water bottles.) My husband cooked some sausage at some point during that because he gave me a bowl with it and said, "Here, eat." Or something like that.

So, that was THAT day. Rocking out to cranked music and tuning into nothing but the screen. I went to bed at 6 a.m. yesterday and I didn't want to leave it then, but my back and shoulders hurt so bad I didn't have any choice. And then I had to take something to get to sleep because the story wasn't letting me rest. I love this guy Levi.

I think I got up around 3 yesterday--slept better than I have in ages. Wanted to get back to the story, but real life conspired against me AGAIN. We had to go up town to the bank and then over to my daughter's basketball game, which we lost because we are not shooters. (Like my WE?) The other team shot ten baskets to every one we did. Ours went in quit a bit more, percentage wise, but that doesn't win the game. We lost by five buckets. It was very annoying to us. (My husband and me.) When we pointed it out to my daughter after the game, she said we should play.

I, of course, said WE did when we were kids, and we were shooters. They spend so much time passing the ball around that you get dizzy watching the same (damn) play over and over again.

Anyhow, won't be able to write all day today, probably, because Cheyenne has a doctor's appt this afternoon and since some of that metal in her back is bulging weirdly and hurting--we cannot miss it. I hope it is nothing. Pray for us. I think it is nothing to worry about...just her back being out a little. But her x-ray with tell us for sure. Too many bleachers of late, is what I'm thinking. Girl needs a back support when she sits--ya know? Anyhow, cranking music NOW.

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Hope everything is all right with your girl

By  Pamk, at 5:57 PM  

Wow! Talk about a marathon session!

Hope everything works out with Cheyenne.

(Did you get hit with the system that got us last weekend?)

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Thursday, January 18, 2007

Take a peek

You tube. Gotta love it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CecChZS7BXs

Sexy man warning. This guy is hot enough to make you wanna curl up in his pants and purr.
No kidding!

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Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Silly silly

So, um, we're in the ice storm disaster area. School and work has been canceled until further notice.

But we have a tournament going on. Kids have to drive 45 minutes to another town in the next county for basketball. (We won last night, btw--and my daughter scored five points--so that was great.)

Tell me how that works, though? I mean--we can't go to school in our town, but we can go for a field trip to play a game.

The roads are clear. School has power. We're below the power outage area (Springfield, Mo--featured on the weather channel this week.) But hey, if you watch the weather channel, you will probably see the street my daughter lives on. It's been voted the worst one in spfd. Power lines down from trees hitting them, and trees through porches, and roofs, and cars.

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My kids are out, but the activities have been canceled, too. We don't have clear roads--they're unbelievably bad- still with thick sheets of ice. More snow on the way, too. I like winter, so I'm not upset with any of this. Maybe having the bored kids underfoot a lot, but it looks so pretty outside.

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Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Hang out with me

I've been lining up my speaking/attendance to conferences/conventions calendar and I wanted you to know what I've agreed to so far, so you can maybe make some plans and come hang out with me. You can google or email me for more information if you think you want more details.

March
AGGIECON (Texas)
EPICON (Virginia)

April
Romantic Times Convention (Texas)

May
Oklahoma Writer's Federation Inc. (Oklahoma)
CONquest 38 (Missouri)

June
Little Rock Writer's Conference (Arkansas)
Western Writer's of America (Missouri)

July
CONestoga (Oklahoma)

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Are you coming down south anytime soon

By  Pamk, at 5:49 PM  

Where SOUTH are we talking? I'm sure I could if I knew where you were.

By  CarysWeldonblog, at 7:08 AM  

I am in a small town in ne Alabama. Which is right next to GA and TN. so if you were ever coming to Chattanooga or Nashville TN. I am also going to Lori Foster Gettogether in June. It is a reader/writer thing. There were over 90 folks last year and we have a blast. They have all kinds of authors there everything from sweet to erotic.

By  Pamk, at 5:23 PM  

I'm not going to the OWFI conference this year. Since I'm going to be in residence at the Writers' Colony at Dairy Hollow all month in June, I decided I needed to save my money for that. *s*

By  Unknown, at 9:06 AM  

Pam,
I may have to drive across Alabama to get to Virginia and back. I'll let ya know and maybe we can work something out.

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Monday, January 15, 2007

MiLK, Crank, and poetry

We call this MiLK day.
You know, Martin Luther King day.
For the record, Highlandville is not "in with the rest of the country." We do not have a MLK parkway, lane, blvd, or street of any kind. We have SawMill. Fern. EE and HH.
And a road that goes two ways most of the day, except for an hour or two in the morning, and again in the afternoon. (Freaky weird little town.)

So, you could say...yeah...Carys Weldon lives where it goes two ways part of the time...
(Hey. I had an editor tell me yesterday that I use ellipses--the three dots--and dashes--too much. Go figure. If I didn't, what would be the purpose of having editors around?)

Back to being serious--(hehe more dashes)
What the MLK thing really means to me and my writing is...(hehe...more dots)
people are in the house. (Repeat that three times in a deep, creepy voice, getting louder each time)
I've got Panic at the Disco (replaying one song #7) cranked in my Happy Birthday Bose ear phones (from last year's birthday). I always try to check email and do my blog first, you know--but I'm half afraid to check the email. It's been loading for 45 minutes--and I have dsl. So, I know I'll get buried in that inbox.

More movie updates--we watched Crank yesterday. I really enjoyed it. Then we watched Barnyard and Ice Age the Melt Down. They weren't as funny as I had hoped they would be.

Back to Crank--the guy that stars in that is the one that played the part of Handsome Rob in the Italian Job. The more I watch the guy, the more I like him. What is his name? He makes a guy saying, "Baby" to his girlfriend sound sexy.

I'll admit I'm really messed up. I seriously like bad guys. I know I'm not alone in this. Tell me, why the heck do we like those bad guys? I love to watch shows where the good bad guy gets pissed and yanks his piece out and puts it to someone's head and growls, "Don't piss me off now."

There's a scene where this guy chops a man's hand off with a meat cleaver. Not usually something I would think was great. I'm not really into gore. (Werewolves ripping throats open aside.) Anyhow, I'm still laughing over this scene. The guy does it, and then he says, "I just chopped your arm off. How frickin' awesome is that?" I'm sure that "How frickin' awesome is that?" will become part of my daily vocabulary--because I am like an impressionable child. I was thinking...oh, hell yes, that is a (fucking) great line...just about the time my daughter said, "Oh, we WILL remember that one. How frickin' awesome is that?" LOL So, from here on out, think...it is okay to repeat that to me.

It'll be like the line from The Princess Bride, "Inconceivable!"
Pulp Fiction for 2007. If I finish some of my other projects, maybe I'll write a story titled Frickin Awesome. LOL (Sorry. High on my 23 morning vitamins now.)

B ut what? You haven't heard about this Crank movie? Let me tell you...
The guy (in the movie) finds out he's gonna die because some punk ass minor gantsta's given him a Beijing Cocktail. Syringe of death potion.

Amongst his "last hour activities"--he snorts (something I never tried but think...hell, if you KNOW you're gonna die, why not give it a try? Who cares if it burns a few brain cells?)--and then, the best part, is he gets flowers for his girl (who's a ditzy idiot that didn't know he was a hit man)--but the flowers get lost on the way--so he makes love to her in public--in the middle of china town. (To keep his adrenalin flowing. Yeah. Right. It was fun, and hot, scene.) And this is funny--we got a call in the middle of it and had to pause for ten minutes with them frozen on the screen.

Now, I don't really wanna do it in china town--but a public corner with an audience--if I looked like her and the guy was too sexy? And every one watching thought it was too hot? And you didn't have to worry about later recriminations because (hell) you were gonna be dead? I'd be there. Maybe lining up those calendar and cover guys. (Not the gay sashaying ones.) I like Marlboro man types--without the cigs.

This is a good place for confessions on the coolest place you ever did it. Go ahead. Thrill me. LOL You can do it anonymously.

I have a fear of being caught being bad. LOL Keeps me from doing a lot of things I really wanna try. And I have kids, so I try to be a halfway good example. (dammit)

In other news:
I saw the cover for my new poetry book, Passing Images. I bet it will hit the published market before the first one, Passing Thoughts, does. Funny how the different publishers line things up. I have another "start up" publisher that wants to do an ebook of some of my poetry. It takes a while to amass enough "halfway decent ones" to make a collection.

Although I do have some in the works. I have a dirty/sexy poetry collection (done). And an alien collection in the works. That's just funny. Or scary. And I have another one in the works that is about famous people who have left their mark on the world. I would love for you to give me names/suggestions on people you think should be in there. Of course, I've already got some famous poets that have inspired me. And I know I'll have one for Helen Keller who is truly an inspiration on many levels. Who do you think is worth noting--male or female, of any public/fame?

I'll probably have a section for some movie stars, politicians (good and bad?). I know that many people don't care about poetry, unless they are writing it their selves. But I want to be the type of writer that writes things that reach out and grab people. (by the hair, or gonads, or whatever.)

That's why I write so many different types of things. Watch--that last line of the last paragraph will be the one thing I'm quoted after I die. LOL Okay. I'm gonna go face that inbox. (which is still loading. An hour later.)

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Very much enjoyed the time I spent here, leisurely strolling through your site. As a poet, and an avid reader, I found it both enlightening and enriching...Thank you.

By  The Lettershaper, at 7:41 PM  

Come again.
That is my motto, you know.
Come with Carys.
(Pun intended.)

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Sunday, January 14, 2007

Nature conspires against me

So...if you liv or have a clue to the weather channel, you would know that my area in Missouri is part of a large slice of the country that has been declared a natural disaster. The national guard has been called out. The majority of Springfield is out of power and don't expect to get it before midweek, if the new is anything to believe.

I live in a hollow halfway between Spfd and Branson. We have power. i.e. heat, water, etc. So, that makes it a perfect place for my adult kids from SPFD to come to when their power is out. Their street, in particular, is being shown on t.v. because the trees were falling like dominoes--onto power lines.

I'm glad they're here and safe and warm. But it's pretty hard to work on that story I got 80 pages on the other day. We don't really have seating room for everybody, so we're 3-4 to the sofa, and we've pulled in a folding metal chair--and someone sits in this chair, too. What doesn't kill ya makes ya stronger, right?

What's really sad is that the churches are all closed, and most of the shelters were announced closed or full on Friday. So, the people out of power up there have nowhere to go to get warm, except their vehicles. But the gas stations are closed up there, so they are driving south to find gas stations just so they can keep their cars running. Walmart's lights went out at one store and they had a riot, I guess. My kids were there, getting some basics since this is supposed to last a couple days. They said that people at the registers weren't sure if their cards had been swiped through/approved or not, and security rushed to the front of the store--searching everyone wearing a coat--which was everyone.

Anyhow, there is no writing going on here. We rented some movies. Talladega nights--silly, maybe Will Ferrell's best--not really my cup of tea. Wicker Man--I dunno why but I love Nicolas Cage, always have. Intensity maybe? Hated the ending. Covenants--oh hell yeah! That's right up my "I love this" alley. Four or five hot guys, warlocks, some bad, some struggling against the addiction of using their powers. Sexy, imo. I recommend that one.

All right. I DO have to work today. I have another boomerang from an editor. Sigh.

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Really sorry to hear about the weather things. I know Milwaukee area got hit like that a few years ago and a lot of us were without power for 3 days to over a week. I guess I was lucky and it was only 3 days. I still remember one part of it was fun though (sick humor.) A friend's Mom (94 at the time) was crying 'cause she couldn't have her toast for breakfast...the rest she could live with, but no toast did her in. So I just happened to have a camp stove with propane in it, took it out there and toasted her some bread. She was thrilled and it made us all smile several times throughout that time.

By  Anonymous, at 6:36 AM  

Well, this answers the question I asked yesterday. *s* We've actuall had power all night and all day so far! Hopefully it will STAY!!

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Saturday, January 13, 2007

Candy's Kisses and Levi's Jeans

I wrote 80 pages to a new story and the tune of Keith Urban's I wanna cry song yesterday. I dunno if you'll think it's any good, but it entertained me all day.

City girl Candy gets set-up on a blind date meeting with her friend Erica's country cousin, Levi. One look tells him she's worth coming for. (hehehe) But everything that comes out of their mouths screams we are too different. And one big problem--it's two hours from his place to hers.

The guy's pick up line is, "Wanna come and see my new calf?" Which, of course, is a new one on her. It makes her laugh. And he was serious!

The minute he tells her he calls the old pickup LUCKY TRUCK, she has more doubts. And when she changes his radio from country to alternative, he's thinking, "I need to put her ass out, and call this a wash."

But the girl kisses like there's no tomorrow.
And he looks so good in those damn jeans...
Why oh why do I wanna get him out of them?
LOL

This is why I write, friends. Because I entertain myself.
And if things sound great to you, too, then it is all good.
Ya know?

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I like this. Sounds good and opposites do attract

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Friday, January 12, 2007

Sexiest Country Videos

Last night, I stayed up late to watch CMT. Gotta love them singing cowboys. They were running the Twenty sexiest country music videos of 2006. Up there was Keith Urban's Tonight I Wanna Cry. Have you heard that one?

The guy's sitting alone at the piano, talking about being alone in his house again with a bottle of wine, looking at pictures of YOU. He says he'll never get over YOU walking away.

He says he's never the kind to let his feelings show. But he says he's just drunk enough to let go of being strong.

You gotta check it out if you don't know it. Who doesn't love a man that loves his woman so much that he cries?

When he says "I'll never get over you." You gotta say, "That's right, honey. That's the way it should be."

Now, I dunno what the dumbass did... (Okay, forgive me. But I ASSUME he did something to drive her away.) LOL But...if YOU knew he was really dying over it, you might wanna forgive him. Ya know?

So, here's how stupid I am about the way I write. I've been having trouble settling into a story and have been tapping away, 3-5 pages at a time to different things under contstruction. I think I need to get stuck on a song and make a story from it. That's how I wrote most every one of my other full length works. Either a single song replaying, or a soundtrack over and over again.

Of course, before you can get to a scene where a guy is crying alone--you gotta write some wonderful meeting and get to know each other stuff. That's my plan this morning. Wish me luck!

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That sounds like a good idea! I'm wishing you lots of luck!

By  Carol M, at 2:41 PM  

Good luck. Hope you finally settle on one thing.

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Thursday, January 11, 2007

Some weeks

I am trying to figure out why some weeks or days I can write like a maniac possessed with a story flowing so fast that I can barely keep up with the typing. I have LITERALY made the tips of my fingers sore to almost blister point two or three times because I typed so fast.

I know, that sounds like an exaggeration, but it isn't. I'm not saying I do it daily. But some days, I have done that...typing from the second I get up (almost) and through the wee hours of the next morning.

But that is not this week. I have started many things. I have stared at several pages I've written at other times, and just cannot get my head into a manuscript. Probably the shock of having my house to myself.

Although, to my credit, I will say...who else could concentrate when they have a coupole different publishers asking for little things here and there. All week, I've been messing around with my poetry books that will be coming out.

I think I already said that one sort of got lost in the pub. house and they just found it. And the other is going fast--and they've offered to slide some of my photo shots into the book. That one should be a totally awesome thing when it is all said and done.

So, I'll be promoting poetry books before the end of this year, obviously. If you have a poetry group in your area and would like for me to come in and chat or do a speaking deal, send me an email, tell me what city you're in. I have been looking at the conference and convention schedule(s) for this year and I am gonna get around a bit. I know I'll be in Vegas, probably, before the end of March--which means all the low states between Missouri and here, and I know I'll be down through Texas and over to Virginia by the end of that month, too--probably on separate trips. I THINK I'll be going down to Louisianna at the end of this month.

One of the things I like to do for writing groups is a chat style conversation over where they want to go with their writing, and look at individual projects the members have going--to see if I can offer some insight or help. Some folks that struggle with boomeranging manuscripts find that my eyes are good at spotting the reason behind the rejections.

Not bragging. Just saying...sometimes a fresh set of eyes with different training can spot the simple problems.

Anyhow, just putting the note out there that I can come through your town, wherever it is--and speak to your writer's group, or a reading club--or at your library. Or just have lunch.

Oh, yeah. I'll be up in Indiana before this year is over, too. And I was invited to have linquini (prepared BY my NY agent at his place) if I go to NYC. I dunno if that's gonna happen--if I can't focus on sf (and his type of it is non-sexual purist stuff). I gotta finish one of my dragon or sf fantasy things for him.

So, with that thought, I'm going to get busy...on SOMETHING.
Email me at JENNtherichwriter@centurytel.net or carys@carysweldon.com if you have a city you want me to put on my 2007 schedule. I can look up your local bookstores and libraries and see about making contacts.

Catch ya later.

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Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Poetry

I had some great news yesterday. My first book of poetry, Passing Thoughts, is in final production. I saw the galley proof on that last July. They said the last galley is soon to be in my hands and that I might actually hold the book soon. (Not impressed with the fact that the publisher of that lost said manuscript, apparently, for months.)

My second book of poetry, Passing Images, to be produced by the great and wondered Rain Publishing Inc. of Canada, is probably going to beat PT to the bookstores. AND even cooler...they are talking about putting some of my photography in between the pages of poems. How nice is that?

When they asked yesterday for some art, I was surprised. Turns out that they noticed I had done some cover art and photography (from my Jennifer website). Then, I sent about ten pictures. And they asked for more because they think they might do many, many more.

Crazy cool, huh?
I mean, that's still up in the air, but it is very nice that they're thinking about it, anyway.

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Way cool! :)

I'll be watching for it in the stores. :)

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Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Mailing lists/releases/appearances

Hey...if you would like to receive snail mail notices of my writing works when they are released, please email me at JENNtherichwriter@centurytel.net with your snail mail address. I will put you on my mailing list for post cards, and perhaps coupons off--that sort of thing. (It's a box of chocolates list. You never know what you're gonna get.)

And, if any of you read COURTING DISASTER (my latest release) and would like to comment on that--feel free. I think those that pick it up can firmly agree that I've nailed the "characters you love, and characters you love to hate" pretty well.

You can read the info on that at: http://www.jenniferdicamillo.com/

You can mark your calendars...if you wanna meet me somewhere. I'm gonna be at AGGIECON and EPICON in March. Just do a google search and you'll be able to read up on when and where those will be.

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Monday, January 08, 2007

furiously...

Furiously typing away this morning.
Can't chat for long.

I am meeting a couple other writers later today so I can help them work on a couple of their contest entries and some mystery plotting--I think.

So, I have to get going quick and avoid all my usual distractions today. I have the house to myself for the first time in ages.

I toyed with cleaning it then laughed at myself...Nah. I'm gonna write the morning away!

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Sunday, January 07, 2007

meeting with others

Some bird is outside my door/window/whatever--sounds more like a chipmunk or a monkey than a bird, the way it is chattering. For some reason, it reminds me of other writers.

I had an email discussion yesterday with a writer in St. Louis who is very professional. She makes a fair living off of her writing, and does regular magazine articles. We chatted at length about writing groups in the midwest region where we live. She's invited me to a very tight little group up in STL. I can't afford to make the regular drive at the moment, but I'd love to go.

I know that many of you are writers, or aspire to write, so I'll share with you something that we both agreed on. A lot of times when writers first get started, they joing a group, and they are just thrilled to be part of it...to be with others of similar interest. That's true for other groups besides writing.

It's hard sometimes to break ties and move on, but in writing especially, it is vital for a writer not to waste time in a group that doesn't suit their needs. For example, I joined a romance group and then found out that they mostly talked about reading romance, and gave homage to the one old lady in the area that had published something. That was okay for me at first. Then I saw and read a little of her work and thought...wow...I like pretty much all romance but hers. Not to mention one of her romances had been published in cookbook format with a plastic binder. Too weird. And no one that I have known ever since has said they actually like her work. But they literally bow down to her.

She's in her 80's. She founded the romance group 25 yrs ago. All hail to her. I'm fine with that--except when I started asking questions, I realized that in that 25 years, there were only two or three other romance published writers who had been in their group. What that told me is that the group was not one geared for helping its members get published in that genre.

So, I switched over to a mystery writer's group. It was great...I thought. Until the president moved out of town and the reins of the organization got passed over to another lady who didn't really write mystery or have serious plans of pushing others in that direction. For two years, the group went stagnant. Plus, because I am pretty self-motivated, I began to be looked at as a braggart--when every month you have a new publishing award or credit to announced.

Now, this is an important part of this post to me. First of all, in published writing, you have to be willing to toot your own horn. That is a hard thing to get used to. And, if you have an accomplishment, I want you to share it here so we can all cheer. Second, all awards and credits add together to show your professionalism improving--or that you haven't lost "your salt." Third, it should be an inspiration for those around you who are aspiring to accomplish in that area. Fourth, if you know someone who has done well in a genre that you aspire to write, you should be able to spot them (by those credits) and go and ask them for direction.

I could rattle on and on about writing groups. The real point is...it is easy to outgrow a group that once suited your needs. It is good to give back to a group, by helping others within it. But, realize when groups suck your writing time away. Or, if you're not a writer, how about your family time?

Realize where your priorities are. For me, my family comes first. Second is writing. Although it is hard to keep that in order sometimes when I get going good on a project.

Yesterday, I wrote 23 pages on a romance--that went south or something. So, I switched over to a sf story, and spent hours and hours on 10 pages--which I will probably scrap completely. So, it maybe a whole day wasted. I know that both of those had problems and that's why I stopped working on them. So, for today, I am hoping to re-center my focus on something, anything, and not switch off. Sometimes it is hard to delete a whole lot of hours of work.

So, I usually copy and paste over to a new piece, and keep the original...until I've finished something else altogether. Sometimes I change the names on the first draft and take the story in another direction.

Anyhow, as you can see...I ramble again.
Have a great day.

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That was rambling? I thought you made some good points. :)

With our group here, for a while I felt like I had kind of outgrown it. True, everyone was still working toward publication for the most part. But there was something that was just a bit off. Then we got some new members in. One in particular used to be an editor at a couple houses in New York. Then she was a publicist. She moved back to this area to take care of her mom. So she has brought a lot to the group and I'm very glad she's here.

By  Unknown, at 9:03 AM  

Tell me about this publicist. Have I met her?

Sometimes it takes new blood in to get a writer's group back on track.

By  CarysWeldonblog, at 6:31 AM  

I don't think you've met her. She's not been to an OWFI conference or to the one in Eureka Springs either. (Speaking of the OWFI conference, I'm not going this year, though I am entering the contest.)

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Saturday, January 06, 2007

new project

As often happens in my writing, I hit some sort of snag last week on the sequel to Raven's Mischief. I pondered it for a week or better now and finally decided that I have to go back and rework the last passage in my Wolf God/Shadow Walking Witch manuscript. But, since I haven't yet put a finger on why I couldn't make myself write on it, I have decided to stop staring at my email and just concentrate on something else altogether for a week.

So, I'm gonna try and write a novel in the next week or so. I'll let ya know how that goes. Some of my best stories came that quick--so I'm seriously hoping for another Chaos, Leader of the Pack, or Jack: In the Pack sorta story.

That ONE DUMB NIGHT idea keeps coming back to my head--as I've wandered away from the computer time and time again this last week. Which means my head wants to write that instead of the sequel at the moment. (Split personality disorder in my brain. Jennifer argues with Carys all the time. And then there's the other girl they tie up with duct tape a lot--the idiot that said, "Hey, write a g-rated romance," last August. No one seems to want that one. So we're not listening to her ever again. LOL)

When I say "I haven't written much this week," it's really a lie. I've written poetry, a ton of email and a couple short mystery stories. And I've submitted a bunch of stuff. (Mostly poetry.) So, even when I'm not "really writing" I'm still putting out some sort of (bad) fluff.

I am working on a collection of poetry that is based on my reflections of people who have left a mark on the world. Tell me...do you have some favorite heroes/heroines that I should include? If you give me a name and I actually write a poem and get them published in a collection, I'll put dedications on the page of the poem that is written about someone you suggested. Now, obviously, this concept is on the far outside that someone would care to publish such a collection by moi. But you never know. Right? I'll just keep a list. And if your mother, or cousin or best friend gives you a name and you'd like to see their name on a page with a dedication to them, just say so. I have a standing offer for an epublishing poetry contract from a publisher that has published nothing to date. So, I know I can get it at least epubbed by "this guy I know." LOL

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Friday, January 05, 2007

Hm

I am at a loss for what to write about today. I worked on my inbox for 2 1/2 hrs already this morning and see more email is in there again. Sigh. That is a never ending beast I tackle pretty much daily. (It makes me brain dead sometimes.)

Okay...here's something to laugh over...(looking around, thinking desperately, what can I talk about today?)

I go in spurts of fanatical health improvement efforts--which I've already told you about. So, today, I started with taking colloidal silver, Xango, and 23 pills/vitamins/herbal supplements. Ridiculous, huh? Am I the only one that does that sort of thing?

It gives me a great sense of accomplishment to finish a bottle of something that I thought was worth buying for some reason. I am down to the last three "essential oil" capsules in one and sooo happy about it. Don't know why.

Needless to say, when you take all that in the morning, you don't really have room in your stomach for breakfast. And, for the record, it's not nearly as satisfying as bacon and eggs or something like that.

You'd think I'd lose weight, just for substituting the pills for real food, wouldn't you?

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did you say 23 three. I think it's the pits that I have to take one blood pressure pill daily lol. It if wasn't for my little red head I wouldn't have to do that. He tried to kill me when I was pregneat with him. Hey that's an idea I lost 13 pounds from the time I found I was preggo till the night before I had him. Nobody knew I was pregneant. I actually looked better. And when I went for my 2 week check up I had lost 53 pounds from the day I first went to the DR. Gallstones will do that to you that and being preggo lol

By  Pamk, at 6:08 PM  

Wow, Pam. I almost wanna get pregnant--53 pounds sounds so inspiring. But...nah. Five kids is enough for me. And, if memory serves, I was never so lucky as to lose that kind of weight when I was pregnant.


And...Debby...if you have any luck...with whatever weight loss plan you try, please let us know! Good luck!

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Thursday, January 04, 2007

Good news Book released

I have great news.

Check out this page:
http://fictionwise.com/servlet/mwsearch;jsessionid=0QEueyVi7Q8j5S7S6qYpe1yQ6UQ

The e-version of my novel Courting Disaster (by Jennifer DiCamillo) is now available. And I think it's pretty cheap. It's under $6. Print versions will be available soon--January 21st, I believe.

It is a romance. Has two romances in it, actually. Although I will say it is not erotic technically, but it has some good sexual tension, and a lot of frustration.

My ad for it says: A romp and stomp romance where sword slinging and tongue lashing are foreplay. Men and women will both enjoy this!

If you purchase the print copy and want me to sign it, email me at: JENNtherichwriter@centurytel.net or carys@carysweldon.com

and tell me where you live. (Just the city.) I'll see what I can do to get book signings where you are.

Or, if you want me to come, feel free to talk to your local bookstores and tell them you know me personally and I'll come if they want. I swear--I'll show up in your town and we can have lunch or something. All you would have to do is talk to your local bookstore and get the contact info for me--who to speak to, and a phone and mailing address, and I'll set things up.

I think I'll even be up in Canada before the end of 2007. I have so many books coming out. Two poetry books, two children's books, two mystery anthologies--all under the name Jennifer DiCamillo, and then I believe I'll also be having my Carys Weldon erotica back on the market before long.

And because I need to write more for you, I'll quit rambling here.
It's raining in my neck of the woods. I may have to disconnect from the internet altogether.
Oooooh. I forgot to send the gift certificates to the winners of the December contests. DOING THAT NOW.

If you want to be in the contest drawings for January, just post comments and read that newsletter I sent out--then answer the question and send that to: JENNtherichwriter@centurytel.net or Carys@carysweldon.com

Have a magnificent day.
Catch ya later.

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It's been raining and cold most of the day here too. THough at least it didn't rain long enough for me to walk to Curves and back. *s*

There's not a decent bookstore in McAlester or I'd say come down here. lol. The next-closest would be Muskogee, which has both Waldenbooks (in the mall) and Hastings.

By  Unknown, at 1:21 PM  

I got my gift certificate! Thank you Carys!

The weather here in PA has been beautiful. We almost hit 60 today. It sure doesn't feel like January!

By  Carol M, at 2:46 PM  

Raining like crazy here in Tennessee too...at least it isn't snow :)

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Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Wednesday Whaaaaaa?

I woke up to a freezing house. I am wearing my stupid cheap gloves with the fingertips cut out (again) and I feel like the writer in Moulin Rouge. Only I'm not writing the greatest love story ever told. I'm thumping the delete button through my ridiculous inbox. (Sigh)

I have a doctor's appointment today and I dread going because there is never enough money for "extras" like that. Ya know? And I am short the cash to buy my anti-depressant medicine, so my posts may turn into extra moody whines this next month. So, to avoid that, I need you all to send up prayers and positive meditation that say "God (Universe, Angels, Whatever you pray to) send this woman money and means and happiness so she can write her fancy schmancy happy little romances for me."

Sound good? Now, all together now...

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I know the feeling of needing to go to the doctor and not having the cash for it. Or meds. Ugh. I need to make an appointment for myself. I'm almost out of one of my diabetes meds and it's no-refill until I have an appointment.

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Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Sigh

I have been up for hours and going through email all that time. I ignored it for two days and had to pay the price this morning. Wow.

My best writing time is the morning--if I can get my head into a manuscript early, I'm good all day. However, my son in law showed up just a few minutes after I turned the computer on. And he plugged in The Notebook (the movie he bought me for Christmas) and then proceeded to sit and watch it with me.

It was nice but odd. He hung around until my husband got up, then he left. I'm still pondering the visit. I think he was being nice to me because I bought him Adidas and a 4gb mp3 player/ipod thingy for his birthday yesterday.

Sweet.
Anyhow, that sort of put a kibosh into the whole "get writing early" for the new year thing. So, here I am, it's right at noon, and I haven't done anything but work through my inbox for 3-4 hours and watch a movie. But, I love the kissing in that movie. I love the way the guy loves her to death.

I wanna write stories like that. And I wanna go and paint.
Did I tell you that I used to paint?
I prefer acrylics because they wash up with soap and water, but I've done oils and water colors before. I toy with working up a big enough collection to do a gallery showing.

We have some galleries in Springfield, Missouri that show some pretty bad work. I figure, mine is at least that good. LOL

Would you like to own a genuine Carys Weldon painting?
(Not nudes. ;) )

I also used to do tole painting. You know, the little folk art stuff that you see selling at crafty shops...? Haven't done much of that for about ten years, but toying with getting painting for the new year.

We'll see how that goes.
I feel a little confused on what I've said already and what I wanted to tell you, so forgive me if I repeat this thought...There is a movie called The Secret--that isn't a story type movie. It runs about 90 minutes and talks about The Law of Attraction. I definitely think you should check it out if you haven't already seen it. And if you have, it's time to watch it again.

It's a great concept to apply to your life in the new year.
I'm going to go get busy now because I have decided to write lots of romance this year...for you.

So, send me good thoughts so that whatever I turn out is totally kicking. k?

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Consider good thoughts sent. *s*

My best writing time is late afternoon and into the evening/night. Too bad I'm usually too mind-mushy after a day of transcription to do anything. That's going to change though. It has too.

(Shutting up before I start sounding desperate. lol)

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Monday, January 01, 2007

Happy New Year

What better way to start the new year than to say...hey...somebody's a winner!...?

Karen Gray won the newsletter question contest for December, and Carol won the blog posting contest. So, if you ladies can email me with your preferences on what sort of gift certificates you want, I'll get those to you some day soon.

I have a new mantra for the year 2007: Thinner, healthier, happier, wealthier.
Now repeat that with me.

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Thank you so much, Carys! I sent you an email.

Congrats Karen!

Thinner, healthier, happier, wealthier sounds good to me! :)

Happy New Year Everyone!

By  Carol M, at 10:09 AM  

Definitely thinner, happier, healthier, wealthier. :)

By  Unknown, at 11:02 AM  

Congratulations to Karen and Carol!

Happy New Year!

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