Carys Weldon Blog
Friday, March 30, 2007
NAME CALLING and 33 NEW pgsI started something new yesterday at about 3 p.m. after wasting pretty much the whole day doing as my husband would say "a bunch of piddle farting."
Although, I wanna say I generally do not admit to piddle farting. That phrase is so...nose wrinkling. Ya know?
He likes to say "snivel and whine" too and I prefer to "complain" personally. The guy has all sorts of funky phrases that nobody but him would say. The kids call them daddyisms.
Anyhow, 33 pages of something that will probably end up being called Between The Rock and Yellow Spandex. Will go with the Candy's Kisses and Levi's Jeans story--if I ever get that sold somewhere. One in a long series that goes with that One Dumb Night that I started in January. Yeah, it's still unfinished.
AND I think I'm gonna start this morning on another romance that starts at a gym. I'm gonna call that one Mr. Hot Pants.
I got a trivia question for you. If there was no THE ROCK, would you think the name Dwayne is sexy? Or silly?
I have ongoing name dilemmas. Obviously, romance readers/publishers love the names Luke, Jake, etc. So, those have been done to death. And even I have a few stories with those names in them.
So, I meditate on other names. My writer's group told me that Jonathon wasn't sexy. I thought, for a high powered executive, it was a good name. They also didn't like the fact that I had a red tint in his dark brown hair. I like a hint of the Irish/Scot myself. So, on basis of that complain alone I have set aside my Jonathon story. I LIKE his name.
With this topic, I always get to my husband's middle name. Tony is a cool name, imo. But his middle name is Louis. Family name. About twenty of his cousins and uncles have it somewhere in their name. The first time I heard it, I said, "I'm sorry. I don't love that. I don't think there's any way I could put it on a birth certificate." No offense to anyone who has Louie's in their family that they love.
I have a brother in law we call Gene. His name is Eugene Floyd. I think that was the most awful double whammy a mom could do to a boy. I asked his mother about it once and she looked stricken, LOVING HIS NAME, and explained to me that he was named after both his grandfathers who were undoubtedly the most generous and kind loving men on the planet. HE lives up to their legacy. Great guy. Big wig for Raytheon, used to be Regional MGR for British Aerospace. (And I knew him when he wore a jean jacket with a punch me patch on the shoulder. LOL)
Her other's son's name is Charles. While I like Chas/Chaz and think the name is a strong one--I'm not loving that either.
Anyhow, name values are obviously in the eye of the beholder. My son is a Tony, too, but his middle name is after my father and grandfather. Richard. Anthony Richard sounded nice and strong to me. Still like it, 16 yrs later. We call him little boy a lot, though, even now that he's oh, almost 6 ft.
My father in law's name is Henry Louis. (Aaggghh) Hank. Now, I'm not loving that name either. It's just sooo old fashioned to me. Although I know it is a coupling of two royal names. Well, Hank is...did anybody ever hear of a prince/king being called Hank?
I'm wondering about nicknames now.
My Rock and Yellow Spandex story is about a guy I named Dwayne. The girl has an issue with the name and keeps bringing it up. He's an accountant, too, which isn't her idea of cool either. But he has an undoubted sex appeal of his own--even if he doesn't compare to Mr. Johnson. (except maybe in the Johnson area, if you know what I mean--but then who knows how well The Rock is blessed down there anyway?)
Sorry. My brain always goes into the gutter. Is THE ROCK too cute or what? Trivia question...did he wear yellow spandex or another color when he was wrestling? I may have to change the color. Give me the real scoop?
I'm rambling now. Sorry. I'll stop.
Today's blog contest is easy. Go to My Space and find my Carys Weldon and my Jennifer DiCamillo websites. I didn't post but if you post there, you'll be in that extra drawing at the end of April. Remember to look through the archives here for the last week or so and go to the sites that are clues mentioned and post a hello. I'm watching everywhere I've been.
Giving out a ton of gift certificates at the end of April for those who participate.
Okay, like four. But that's a lot of chances to win something. Ya know?
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I don't particularly care fo the name Dwayne since that's the hubbys middle one... :) Holler at me when you have time. I've got a new email addy for you.
wink3456 at Yahoo.com
By 
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8:24 AM
Personally, I see nothing wrong with a character named Jonathon OR red tint in his hair. :)
The thing of it is, no matter what input people give, it's ultimately YOUR story and you decide what to do with it. Ya know? :)
(Speaking of stories, I'm almost done with the first draft of what was Phillip's Curse but is now Kiernan's Curse. The end of this chapter... Yikes! :) )
we used to make fun of Dewaynes in school, but I LOVE THE ROCK . and remember I voted against the majority and said jonathon was a good hero name.
Okay, mom I'm going to bed now.
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10:03 PM
Thursday, March 29, 2007
faith questionI recently saw an episode of Reverend Peter Popoff's ministry. An 800 number flashed on the screen, inviting me to call and get a free sample/supply of miracle water. I thought...what the heck? Why not?
I did that, received it, along with a letter asking me to write a check for $17.00--which I did. He's supposed to send me a book on how to live in abundance. I'm always game for help in manifesting positive destiny, life improvements, etc, and in showing faith in a higher power. I like to read just about everything, so, okay, I could do that. So, although I know many would call that a scam, I thought...it's okay. I'm showing faith and hope.
With the water sample, I received a request for another $27.00 in SEED money for God's work to come and make my life a happier, wealthier existence.
So, here I sit, thinking about acting in faith. Should I send the $27.00? I know that this is the scam by which Peter Popoff makes his money. But from the viewpoint of someone who wants to show faith in God...does it matter where I send my faith money?
I mean, God/higher power sees my earnest desires, and my effort. That is my positive energy going out there.
But then again...where do you draw the line?
My husband says, "Why not send it? Show a little faith. It's not that much."
But here I am balking. I don't have money to give away. I mean, I showed a little faith with my first $17.00 but when you add $27.00...Peter's making a pretty good little profit by using the Lord's name. Ya know? That would be $44.00 all told. When I look at that, I struggle.
Do you think that shows that I am of little faith, or of more common sense than faith, or what?
I'm sort of laughing at myself here. On one hand, I see the duping that leads me and others down the garden path. On the other, I believe that faith needs to be exercised in some things.
By sending the first $17.00--didn't I meet the Lord halfway?
Where do you readers stand on this sort of thing?
Is this too philisophical for this forum? Should I just skip the religious questions and get to sex, drugs and rock and roll?
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In blog contest news...Bev Hale responded to my comments yesterday on her livejournal, and I couldn't get the guestbook at Rie Sheridan's to take my comments there. Are you making a list of where I've been?
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Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Busy daysYesterday, I spent most of the day taking care of blog stuff, email, and sending out queries to let people know I'm up for speaking and doing panels at conventions, etc. It's amazing how time consuming it is to do something simple like that.
If you are an aspiring writer, I want you to know that you have to be totally professional about your emails. You need to do your best to answer them promptly, and to write queries and submission cover letters as you would a formal written letter in old fashioned hard copy format--with your name, address, phone, and email (all contact info) in the upper left corner.
If you are professional, others treat you as one. They give you timely replies and return the courtesy of professionalism.
I wrote one 1000 word essay yesterday for a competition I plan to enter. It was silly, but nonfiction. The topic was "alien" and "favorite." Guidelines said to be creative. Ha!!! No problem there.
I still have dragons in my head, so I'm gonna have to go and work on dragon stuff again today. Also, I have to prepare three picture book manuscripts that have been requested, so I'll be getting that together and hopefully mail that out today, with another contract that I've already printed. Busy, busy, busy.
That's one of the tricks of being successful in the publishing business. Always have another project in the works. Something going out while you're waiting for some news to come in. And something else stewing and brewing in your head.
Today's blog clues (2 authors):
Both of these ladies write for Yard Dog Press.
One's last name is Hale and she writes young adult fiction.
The other writes adventures (young adult too, I think) and her last name is Sheridan.
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Tuesday, March 27, 2007
SF con, Softball, and condomsI'm home from Aggiecon. Met a lot of great people there. Was scheduled to sit in on three panels:
Music, Fantasy, and Imagination
Geeks Like Kinky Sex (sex chat)
Penetrating the Rift (sex chat)
And I crash-sat in on:
Vampires and Faeries
Life Extenuation and Cloning
It was great fun. I met/paneled with several cool people.
Phil Brucato, the guy behind many of the White Wolf Gaming books like Mage, the Ascension--(one I own). Werewolf. Vampire. If you want to know the standard attributes, etc. of the most widely known mages, vamps, and weres--check out the White Wolf section at Barnes and Noble or Amazon. (I don't follow their rules because my books are ORIGINAL.)
He has a new game of his own out now called Deliria for those into Faeries. They ran a LARP (live action roleplay)and the long time LARPers said it was awesome and run the way LARP is supposed to be. So, if you like live action, or faeries, or want to try something new--definitely go looking for that.
Mark Worrell was on a handful of the panels with me. He was a lot of fun. He's an author plus sells some beautiful silver jewelry and statuettes. He's got a gallery called Imagine That. You may want to google and see what he has. The statuettes--dragons and unicorns--sooooooo cool. Not your average stuff.
More on the con tomorrow.
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My youngest daughter, Cheyenne, the one with the stalker that was homecoming queen and in that terrible accident a year or so ago? Is now playing her last sport of high school. Softball--one of my all time favorite games to play.
She's starting at third base for Varsity and then pitching an inning for the JV team. Really good pitcher. Doesn't let anything past her. So, it's easy to be proud of her for the way she plays the game there.
They won against Galena. Our H.S. mascot is an owl. So, the owls beat the bears. I gotta say this...on one hand, I think an owl is smart, and a good hunter. BUT who was the dummy who thought it would be cool to put that as the school mascot? I mean, we go against the bears, tigers, wildcats, trojans. (Yes, there is a joke made every time we go there. Got contraception?) But, the trojans are from a town called Sparta. They didn't have much choice on that, and I think they had the school and mascot many many years before the condoms came out under that name.
But then, I'm not really up on condom trivia.
Are you?
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In blog contest news, see if you can find my new livejournal blog, and one for Phil or Mark's gallery.
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Well now, that was easy! lol.
I found your LJ blog and added you as a friend there. I've had an LJ for about .... 5 years? Something like that anyway.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Texas A & M & AGGIECONHoly cow! Have you ever been to Texas A & M????? I dunno how big the campus is in miles but...wow. It is the absolute biggest campus I've ever been on. Lots of money into it. It has the coolest agricultural buildings--you can see the trees and plants growing inside from the road--just neat to see.
And they have more stadiums and fields...and this huge huge huge tv screen on one of them--you can see that from the road too.
I know I sound like a little kid in awe--and I feel like one. Very cool school.
But I'll tell you a secret...I didn't wanna be impressed. And I am totally unhappy with the miles of walking required from parking garage to the event building. Holy cow, or crap--we're talking a mile, no kidding.
Luckily for me, my husband drove me down here. He'll drop me at the door and do the park and walk. Talk about your heroes.
I brought my son, too. He's totally jonesing to get into the gaming at science fiction con.
I'm nervous. I'm speaking on three panels here. The first one is the one I'm tense over. Music, fantasy, and imagination. What the heck are we gonna say?
The other two are sex talks. I can handle those. ;) One is the history of sex i sf. Wikipedia has a list of famous books that were mile markers of sex in sf, so prep for that one was easy. The other one is called Penetrating the Rift. Funny, huh? Carys Weldon will totally be in the house in those.
But...the music one. I'm racking my brain on what to say or prepare for that.
I've gotta go and see what I can skim into my head on that subject (on the net) before I hike over there.
I'll let ya know how that goes.
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I'm sure you were great on all of 'em. :)
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Gettin' goneI'm leaving for Aggiecon this a.m.--like walking out the door right now.
I'll be speaking there at 12:30 tomorrow afternoon, 10:30 p.m. Friday and Saturday (sex talk is slipped to the late hour!)
Feel free to swing into Texas A&M, Rudder Hall, and see me.
I'll be back and blogging on Monday.
Remember, if you post to the blog here, you are entered into the monthly drawing. I'll be doing that at the end of the month--which is coming soon. Good luck!
Stay out of the rain. Looks like half the country is under storm watch.
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Have a great trip and good luck with your speech.
By 
ChristyJan, at
3:14 PM
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Lightning struckYesterday, there was lightning in my area, so I didn't get online ALL DAY. Sorry if you checked in for contest clues and didn't see any post. I rarely stay off the computer all day when I'm home. It drove me crazy, too. Didn't check my email. Didn't turn it on once.
Twice bitten, they say, once shy. I've lost too many modems in lightning storms. So, now at the first sign of one, I unplug the modem. The one I have now is $150 dsl modem. Too expensive to replace. So, forgive me for being cautious, if you will.
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I'll be leaving tomorrow for Aggiecon. Here's the info on it: http://aggiecon.tamu.edu/ You can find my pic (as a panel speaker) at: http://aggiecon.tamu.edu/Guests.html#Major
So, my posting may be sketchy or nonexistent while I'm there. I have a laptop, but don't know if I'll be able to hook up. I'll be back Monday, for sure, though.
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In blog contest news and clues...dog on it. Dogonit...how would you write that? Epic member authors have some pretty obscure blog sites, as far as I can tell. So, I'm just gonna go and give you some websites to check out. Put them on your list and I'll count them, even if they aren't blogs. (Sigh)
Sarah Winn. Books looked pretty good. She has WARRIORS and ladies. I always like those type of books. http://www.sarahwinn.com/
Bob Rich, anything about depression gets my interest: http://anxietyanddepression-help.com/
Christine Norris is next. She has a blog. YAY. http://christinenorris.livejournal.com/
Hers is young adult fiction. I know some of you have kids that might be interested. Or you may be interested yourself. As you know, Harry Potter was considered young fiction.
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Thanks bunches, Carys! Yes, and run on over today if you want to catch my newest book cover :)
You rock.
Monday, March 19, 2007
NOW AVAILABLE AT MOJOCASTLE
Immerse yourself and the one you love in the delightfully sensual musings of a woman who knows what she wants.
Buy Now!!!
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So... Here's a question....
Are you going to have any of these at OWFI in May?
This cover is beautiful!
By ChristyJan, at
3:12 PM
I have the house to myself for the first time in a while, and I'm writing dragon tales. So, I'm gonna skip the contest clues this morning.
Check back tomorrow. I'll be sure and post a couple then.
Gettin' busy! Catch ya later!
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Happy writing.
I was hoping to get there this afternoon early. This morning it looked like I would. Now it's not possible until the usual time this evening.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
More contest clues and dragon bluesDragon word count: 20. So, I only wrote 7 pages and edited the other thirteen to death yesterday. Very annoying to me that I couldn't get going faster.
I got up from the keyboard and went places with my family. We drove into Springfield (Missouri)and saw my two adult daughters that live there. (Adult is a legal, but loose term, imo.) The married one thinks she's pregnant but hasn't got a positive test back yet. She's pukey feeling. (The cards predicted this, and now say she is. We'll see if that comes true.)
In contest news, today we're just visiting websites that don't have blogs I can find, but if you can put the name of the author on your list, I'll be happy:
FIRST CLUE OF THE DAY is A NEW DAY DAWNS so well that it won an award.
SECOND CLUE of THE DAY is (a bad clue). You can get MADDEN if you want to, but I say A MAN IN A KILT is worth looking at twice. Because you always have to ask, is he regimental or not?
THIRD CLUE is all about WRITING MADE HARD. This (male) author is a hypnotist, but I love to say his name out loud three times fast. This one has a blog, so be sure and post a note to say hi.
FOURTH CLUE...Lorna and Larry are lovers with a forty year marriage. They spent a month in a teeny weeny asian country that once was bombed a couple times in a row. Okay, this is funny. I had to come back to say...this couple created a blog last night so they could be included in this blog contest. So, you gotta go to my space and see.
FIFTH CLUE...Talk about the Rhiel Life...this author has a post about podcasts, which I'm totally interested in. And she writes poetry, which my readers know I love. You can hear her podcasts if you go to her blog and click the link. So, by all means, check that out.
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Friday, March 16, 2007
Dragons and contest cluesI wrote 13 pages on my dragon story. Stopped that abruptly when the tv came on. Couldn't concentrate. Left the thing a mess. Gonna revisit that this morning.
I have bacon cooking. Flute music playing.
Trying to get in the mood to write fantasy or sf. Any suggestions to help me with that?
CONTEST:
I am blogging comments on other author's blogs. If you can find where, and make a list, the one with the longest (correct) list at the end of April wins $10 gift certificate. IF you post comments on other blogs where I've been, and keep a list of that, you'll be in for another drawing with a $10 gift certificate prize. And, remember, I also offer paypal (which is as good as cash and can be transferred to your bank account.)
Here are today's clues:
1) I went to Puca's forest. It's a place where dragons and other creatures are. I couldn't post on the blog, but if you go and see, and put on your list what type of meter the author (Penny Ash) has, I'll count that. If you understand how to post on the blog, let me know. I'm challenged if anything is hard. My screen wouldn't scroll so I could see the ENTER button. Weird. Anyhow, we were talking about dragons and she has 'em. So, go and see!
2) I feel like the hunt and seek thing is hard enough if I give you clues. Too easy if I give you links. But I want you to go see the other websites. This next author writes sf and horror and currently has a werewolf story in the top ten Preditors and Editors Poll. Talk about your fantastic dreams!
3) This writer has a book called Clandestine Impasse. It's romantic suspense, so some of you might really enjoy checking it out.
Sometimes author blogs are harder to find than I want them to be, even if you know the name of the blog! I'm doing my own hunt and seek on this end. A hundred cards and I can't find blogs on most of the websites.
4) This one, I'll make easy for you. Website is called FICTION FOR YOU. Serious mystery fans will love this one! And I've already blogged on there this week. So, list it twice and you've got it. Post on it, and you'll be in the second drawing.
That's it for today. I'm blogged out. Have a good one!
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For item 4, is the name of the site correct? I couldn't find anything with the name FICTION FOR YOU.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Crazy writerChronicles of a crazy writer...
I tossed and turned for hours, dragkin racing through my dreams. It's now 5:27 a.m. and I am in front of my keyboard, writing their story.
Crazy dragons.
Am I insane?
Shapeshifters, people that grow dragon features and fly.
I'll let ya know how that manuscript goes.
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Are you insane? Do you really want an answer to that? ;)
I would say "yes." But, then again, so am I. :)
In a book that will probably never see the light of day, I have a shapeshifter dragon. She is a "Divine One," one of the priest class of the dragons.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
More contest cluesBefore I give you the clues to where I've gone to blog comment, I wanted to tell you that I've been accepted by the Amazon Shorts program, and so you'll soon be able to purchase shorter works by moi there, like, for fifty cents or something. Those will be found under my real name. (Jennifer DiCamillo)
In other writing news:
I've sent out three manuscripts this week, to editors I met at Epicon, and am preparing two more for an agent. Wish me luck on those. The minute I go to put them together, I panic, want to pour over them again and fix them. I get insecure. I think...no one will want these. But I need to use positive thinking. THESE WILL BE SCOOPED UP AND SOLD and make me millions. Or something.
BIG CONTEST TIP:
There are lists of the authors/people who went to Epicon Conference posted on Yahoo and at the Epicon Conference site, I think. So, you can skim the list for names that might fit with the clues. Might make this contest easier. And, if you can or can't find it, but post here one way or the other, you'll be entered into my blog posting contest/monthly drawing for the $10 gift certificate.
Now, for the clues you've been waiting for:
My first stop this morning was to an author's site that made me think of a musical because her last name IS the name of a classic book. Interested in Japanese stuff?
My second stop was to a blogspot that starts SENSUALWRITER. Sexy stuff there. I'm sure you'll want to see what she's got going on. And coming. (hehe, pun intended)
Third, I dropped in on a blog of an author who has since requested to be removed from the contest, so this clue is removed. (But, if you saw where it was and have it on your list, I'll count it.) IF I have more authors NOT wanting me to blog on their blogs, this contest may be closed down early. So, get your lists while you can.
I'm apparently challenged today. I went to many more sites but couldn't find blogs, or where to comment on the blogs. So, you only have three clues today. Good luck in finding them.
Do you think the clues are too hard? Do you think it's better if I just give the links? Will any of you try and figure out the clues?
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Hi. Cary posted on my one blog, http://PamelaKKinney.blogspot.com . I also have another one, for my pseudonym, Sapphire Phelan i use for paranormal/fantasy/sci-fi romance: http://SapphirePhelansPassionCorner.blogspot.com .
Pamela K. Kinney
By Pamela K. Kinney, at
7:06 AM
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
New contest cluesRemember, we're doing a "Where did Carys go" contest. Other author blogs. Make a list. Contest runs until the end of April. If you post on the blogs when you find them, and say anything about me (like post a comment about my comment or contest or say I sent you there), you'll be in for another $10 gift certificate drawing.
Clue one: I went somewhere yesterday and the writer commented here already, saying she might have to steal the contest idea.
Clue two: Been somewhere this morning, and the writer's nickname is Penny--but that's short for...
Clue three: She doesn't look like a pirate, but I'd swear this writer is related to Davy Jones. She doesn't look like an actress, but to her all the world's a...
Clue four: There's a fickle muse out there and it's helping a girl named Linda.
Clue five: I'm gonna give ya this one. It's a bravenet online journal. Author's name is Denise P. Jeffries.
Be sure and comment and say you were there because you're participating in the contest. I already explained that I'm doing a contest. So, it'll be cool.
Now, go and find these author blogs, post, and make a list of where you've been. Five more tomorrow.
AND THE BEST PART IS...let us know if you saw anything great, or intriguing. Feel free to drop mysterious clues about what you've seen. We can have a lot of fun with this if you play the game.
Love ya.
Have fun in life. K?
~Carys
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Monday, March 12, 2007
Epicon plus new contestI went to Epicon over the weekend and loved it. Jeff Strand, horror writer with Hard Shell Word Factory, was the emcee for the banquet and HILARIOUS. They say his books are, too--even though he writes horror. You might want to cut your teeth on that genre with him. I swear, we laughed and laughed at his turn of phrase. Truly comedic. If you ever have the opportunity to meet the guy, or see him in action, go.
His wife, Janice, is my editor at Hard Shell, and she writes as Lynne Hansen. You should check out her books. She has one with Sally Bosco called Altdeath.com. If you're looking for some "different" reading material, I definitely point you there.
I met so many good writers over the weekend that I'm gonna drop their names on the blog all week, probably.
I met some gracious women that I definitely hope to work with soon. Lee Ann Woods with Champagne Books, and Lee Emory with Treble Heart were sooo pleasant to chat with. If you're a writer, you should definitely try to meet them.
Lee Ann's little sister, Megan Collier, is an artist. She was there, and had some jewelry she's created--and it was great. Look for her work in the future. She's young, only 23, but I think she has enough talent to make a name for herself. Sweet as can be, too. Loved her and her sister, both.
I could go on and on, but I won't.
I have a new contest idea. Same prize as my others--your choice, $10 gift certificate. This contest will go until the end of April. I'm gonna guest blog on other people's blogs. Just make comments here and there. Clues to where might be here, but google and search engines are your friend, my friends. When I call a halt to the contest, you will mail me with a list of all the websites/blogs you saw me comment on. The one with the most correct/longest list will win the gift certificate.
So, you have to keep an on-running list. Sound fun? It's a hunt and seek thing.
And, for those who post after my comments on that same blog, and mention me, there will be a second gift certificate award.
Your email to me will then have two lists--where you saw me, and where you saw me and blogged about me. All you have to say is...Carys Weldon said I should check this out, so I'm here. Or something of that nature. Sound like a fun game? I'll probably post the rules to this repeatedly. I want everyone to get involved.
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Cool contest idea. I might have to steal it. *grin*
Sounds like an interesting contest. :)
I know of a couple others who went to Epicon, but my brain is mush at the moment and I can't think of who it was that went.
Wow! Sounds like a productive, AND FUN, weekend! Great contest idea.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Outta hereSix AM flight to O'Hare means no early blogging.
I'm not sure I'll get computer access while I'm in VA Beach.
But, extra points for those who blog post here while I'm gone.
Feel free to put funny things, or links, like great you tube stuff.
Hey, does anybody know how to make those youtube and other short vids?
I'd love to get one or two (or a half dozen--one at a time) if someone wanted to make me a couple. I have ideas on what needs to be in them.
I'd love free ones but be willing to talk money for time if someone does them professionally. So, even if you don't, but you know someone who does...send them my way. K?
I have to go color my hair now. Yeah. It's midnight. I'm getting up at 4 am.
I went to the shop and they said they only had slow girls available. Talking five hours or better, they said, because I have so much (and long) hair.
But then, I was in a crazy mood. I wanted it bleached blonde and maybe hot pink or electric blue highlights or strips of color around the bottom.
Too much work, I think. They asked if I could come back next week, while they worked out the concept on how to accomplish it on so much hair.
The big deal I guess is getting the old brown color off. They said it would probably take a bleaching one night and come back for toner another night, then the extra color another night. Yeah. I guess it's a scary bunch of hair to work on.
They, of course, asked if I was sure I didn't wanna chop it to my neck.
My husband would probably shoot me or something if I did that.
Plus, I'm a large girl. Short hair accentuates that.
Not like electric blue and hot pink won't accentuate me.
I just thought it sounded fun. I'm going to a sf con this month. It would totally be a laugh to go in like that. Ya know?
What do you vote for? Stay brunette, or auburn, or maybe add some blonde highlights? Or go crazy, bleach it out, and/or add some wild colors.
Let me know. I'll probably do something next week.
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Do you have a digital camera that also has a video mode? You might be able to do short youtube videos with that. I've thought about doing that with mine, just haven't yet.
I think your hair is so pretty but I don't know ... If I could pull off different colors, I'd probably do it too.
Have a good flight. I know of a couple other people going to Epicon, too. Maybe one of these days I'll be able to afford to go to more than just OWFI and OCWI.
Now for some completely irrelevant stats: 2 months 3 weeks 5 days 'til I go to Eureka Springs for all of June and 38k into "Kiernan's Curse" and halfway through chapter 13.
I think that's the extent of my brain function this morning so far.
I don't know if you remember my hair from last June, but it was nearly to my knees... I've always done the color thing myself (though I just stick with bright auburn). Well, last July I had 30 inches cut off for Locks of Love after a close friend was diagnosed with breast cancer. Hubby hasn't yet given his opinion, but he still comes home each night. It's the first time in 40 years that I've had short hair, and it is wonderful. After 40 years of wearing my hair pulled back or up in a bun, it is so liberating to be alble to wear it loose (and not worry about an hour of detangling later).
If you do cut more than 10 inches, Locks of Love needs all the hair they can get for needy children.
By Emma Keigh, at
5:52 PM
(Forget the "halfway through chapter 13" stuff. I just finished 14.)
Ooooh. I don't know. I love the brunette/auburn BUT some groovy highlights would be cool!
Couple comments here:
Wow, Emma. That must be a whole new world. Your hair was waaaaay long.
My hair is long, but nothing like yours was. I've donated to Locks of Love a couple of times, too. Crazy to think someone out there is wearing my hair. ;)
As for getting mine done flashy...they're talking like it's gonna be a nightmare ordeal, like going back three different nights. One to bleach it. One to tone it down, and another streak it. And it's gonna cost $100 or better. So, I'm rethinking the whole deal.
After all, I'm going to Aggiecon next week. What's more important? Getting crazy cool hair or having money in my pocket when I go?
And kudo's to you, Jen, for plogging along on that manuscript. Keep us posted.
By CarysWeldonblog, at
7:06 AM
I'm going to Epicon tomorrow. I have to be at the airport at 5 a.m. to catch a 6 a.m. flight. Please wish me NO SNOW--through Chicago (O'hare IS hell on earth without snow, ya know) and Virginia Beach. Someone on the Epicon social loop said they are expecting snow down there. I say NIX NIX NIX that idea, pronto.
I sincerely hope that I'll be able to come home and get writing on Monday, and maybe do a whole novel next week. (Lofty dreams, but hey, if you don't have dreams...?)
I went through another edit on my sexy poetry book Caresses Well Done and so that is getting closer and closer to being available. Some of that poetry is really great. And others...I just laugh and roll my eyes and think, "What was I thinking?"
You'll have to pick it up and read my fantasies about Antonio Banderas, Nicolas Cage, and Brad Pitt. (Truly laughable.)
I got this next thing from my friend (a writer named Dion) and thought this might make you laugh:
30 THINGS STRESSED WOMEN MAY SAY AT WORK
1. Okay, okay! I take it back. Unfuck you.
2. You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing.
3. You look like shit. Is that the style now?
4. Well, aren't we a damn ray of sunshine?
5. Don't bother me, I'm living happily ever after.
6. Do I look like a people person?
7. This isn't an office. It's hell with fluorescent lighting.
8. I started out with nothing and I still have most of it left
9. Therapy is expensive. Popping bubble wrap is cheap.
You choose.
10. Why don't you try practicing random acts of intelligence and
senseless acts of self-control?
11. I'm not crazy. I've been in a very bad mood for 30 years.
12. Sarcasm is just one more service I offer.
13. Do they ever shut up on your planet?
14. I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable.
15. Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you
haven't gone to sleep yet!
16. Back off!! You're standing in my aura.
17. Don't worry. I forgot your name too.
18. I work 45 hours a week to be this poor.
19. Not all men are annoying. Some are dead.
20. Wait...I'm trying to imagine you with a personality.
21. Chaos, panic and disorder...my work here is done.
22. Ambivalent? Well, yes and no
23. Well, today was a total waste of make up
24. Earth is full. Go home.
25. Aw, did I step on your poor little itty bitty ego?
26. I'm not tense, just terribly, terribly alert.
27. A hard-on doesn't count as personal growth.
28. You are depriving some village of an idiot.
29. If assholes could fly, this place would be an airport.
30. Look in my eyes...Do you see one ounce of gives-a-shit?
2 Comments:
Oh geez, I can relate to far too many of those. #s 2, 4, 8, 11, 18, 23, and especially 30 (especially in regards to transcription stuff. Ugh).
Have fun at Epicon. :)
I think I've lived every one of those. Makes me all the more thankful I work at home now. (There are advantages to being unemployed.)
By Emma Keigh, at
8:49 PM
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Fair Warning XXX excerptI promised you a taste of Angel Bet but you need a warning up front. It is in the viewpoint of Adrian, the hero of the book. He is a genius rated, well endowed, very handsome metallurgist scientist. He lives in an all inclusive facility where work and housing, and after hour lounges and fitness center are all within one large building. That is referred to as "in the box." They don't have the freedom to leave any time they want.
The story is set in post WW3 and the society has completely flipped or flopped or whatever you want to call it. Food supplies are limited because of chemical war contamination, and homosexuality is encouraged to discourage procreation. Prudity is out the window. The law says anything sexual in public is permissable, pretty much. Problem is, some individuals, like Adrian, are hetero through and through.
This is a scene where he is sitting in the company lounge, thinking back to a virginal experience he had with two women before he got in the box. There are sexual acts between same sex (lesbians). Don't read the excerpt if it will offend you.
I want to say, before I give you the excerpt, that Adrian struggles with what is the norm in his day. He was raised to be accepting, but he is going through his own self-clarification of who he is, and what he wants sexually.
He was raised in a war orphan home where homosexuality was encouraged, but his basic hetero personality has been at war with that.
And yes, I do expect this to get you thinking about what you find acceptable, and what you don't. What if the world did take a big change in morality? It seems like it's happening to me. This is a controversial story where sexuality is explored and inhibitions are struggled with. And, I'll be honest, it was inspired by the increasing number of "out of the closet" homosexual acquaintances I've had.
My personal orientation is monogamous heterosexuality. And I am a Christian. I know some will want to know this. As a Christian, I know that it is NOT my place to judge. That's God's job. (I fully believe self-righteousness is a major sin.) My job is to embrace all humans with love and compassion, and forgive them for sins or their actions which I perceive to be sins--because I have enough of my own.
All that said, there is graphic sexual content and language contained in this excerpt. It IS erotica with no holds barred. With no more ado, here's the excerpt:
“Only one night,” Chrissy pouted. “Shit.” She told Janice, “Have you ever seen prettier blue eyes or blacker, curly hair on a man that made you want to get your fingers in it more?”
He resisted the urge to reach up and run a hand through it. He wasn’t sure what to make of them.
“Uh uh,” Janice agreed, “I just wanna put my hands in your hair. Do you mind?”
Adrian laughed nervously. “Go right ahead.”
It had been a push for him, to allow the touching. Introspection made him realize that he’d been pretty standoffish, and stiff in the shoulders, wary of women. But he found that he liked head massages, and they’d taken turns.
While Chrissy stood behind him, giving it a go, he told her, “I could stay here all night if you keep that up, honey.”
Where had the endearment come from? A vague memory of his father’s conversation to his mother?
Temple rubbing. Who knew it could get rid of those shitty pains that were always going through his head? He’d had the migraines since he’d been taken to the first group home.
Putting her lips to his ear, she said, “I’m hoping it gives you some good ideas.”
In tune to everything about the women, the way they smelled, the way they rubbed against him…he enjoyed the tease of conversation and touching. It was so new at the time, that every nerve ending in his body had been at attention. And his cock had sprung to action pretty quick, too. That had been real interesting to him.
He’d wanted to pop it out of his pants and examine it. It seemed to have a mind of its own, to know what it liked. And for some reason, head stimulation sent tremors of anticipation right down to the ball sac at the base of his shaft. Shooting tingles of sparked sexual interest right through the center of his cock.
“Like what?” He led her on. But really he was just looking for an education.
What did women do, or want done, for sexual pleasure?
Janice handed him a beer in a bottle, and he sipped from it, watching her out of the corner of his eye. She fingered the top edge of her top, tickling her own upper breast, drawing his gaze, trailing her finger down and over the fabric—so he’d notice the erect nipples she harbored.
It intrigued him.
She wrapped her lips around the top of her bottle and swallowed.
He never got that at NatDef. Cheap beer in a bottle. Nope. They served only sterilized glasses and clear grain alcohol. Modified near-everclear.
Chrissy’s next whisper had his manhood rising hard and fast. “Like oral sex. I’d like to give you some, but only if you think it’s a good idea.”
Adrian had choked, almost, on that dark beer. And he’d put Janice’s actions into perspective, too. All a tease. Certainly, a promise. So, that’s when he’d learned that women liked oral sex, too.
He remembered watching their mouths, and wondering if they’d ever sucked a guy’s cock before. And wondering if their lips felt any softer than a man’s did. Would they grip him firmly, or softly?
“I’m just passing through.” He felt obligated to be honest. “I can only commit to one night…of pleasure, but I’ll give as good as I get. I promise.”
He didn’t really know what that would entail. In fact, he’d been so undereducated that he didn’t know, until they’d stripped, that women didn’t have penises, too. The only difference he could see beforehand was plumper curves, boobs and hips—asses with more shape. All intriguing to him. He just wanted to bury his nose, his lips, his tongue, and his cock in every crevice, and push against every soft cushion—just to see how it felt. Women were so much softer than men. He liked that about them.
He wasn’t quite sure how to go about it, but he fully intended to make them feel like goddesses. Maybe they thought he had. He certainly did his best to kiss every inch of their bodies…to get them moaning with pleasure…before he let them attend to his wants.
And, oh, how he’d wanted! How he’d anticipated!
They’d surprised him, too. Rewarded him for his efforts at making them feel beautiful and desirable, for uttering over and over again—his amazement of their curves, their pliable flesh, and how great it felt in his hands.
Making love to them had come naturally. It had not been any hardship for him at all.
And that had surprised him, a bit. Since the men at his sex therapy home had mentioned, more than once, that satisfying a woman seemed to be a hard thing to do.
So, he’d had his doubts. He’d wanted to learn how to do it, though. And he’d been eager. What he’d found was that…
He had desired them. He’d been giddy and virginal, too eager to please. Somewhat desperate for them to like him. And they had loved that about him.
What was it Janice had said, “If all men had his attitude?”
So, he realized that, at some points, he’d been on his knees in front of them, licking between their legs—doing their bidding. Maybe he wasn’t against submissive behavior, per se, but…just needed the right direction? The right dominating figure standing over him?
Adrian could recall it down to the last detail, the scent of their perfumes, the color of their toenail polish, and the sound of their giggles. Oh, the women had been big on having fun. Their orders hadn’t seemed like orders because they’d been accompanied with smiles and eyebrow lifting—and moaning of ecstatic appreciation.
And then they’d rolled him, pushing him back on the bed, taking him down, kissing him all over. Total surrender. Arms spread wide, them in the crooks, their silky hair in his hands as he enjoyed the press of their lips.
Chrissy, the redhead with big breasts, a thick waist, and a bigger ass, slid down between his legs, gladly offering up full throttle deep throating while the other,
Janice, an equally plump, totally tasty brunette, straddled his face. She spurred him to dig his tongue in as far as he could put it and to squeeze the flesh of her ass as he licked and sucked. He could almost taste her again. And if he closed his eyes, he could definitely feel the rise of his cock to the flute playing tune of the other’s teeth. Chrissy. How sweet she was!
“Mm,” he thought to himself, bringing himself back to reality. “You screwed yourself when you signed up here, A.” Women like that, who enjoyed sex and body worshipping, didn’t hang out in the genius sector. The women he knew were asexual or lesbian. Not that he judged against it. But that didn’t do anything for him, did it?
Maybe other sectors were different? He had no idea. NatDef kept each division apart.
The left hand didn’t know what the right hand was doing.
He heard sucking noses.
Case in fact…he turned his head and watched two women kissing and hickying in the corner. A whole lot of touching and squeezing, slurping and tonguing. Obvious titillation. He suspected they did it to turn on the straight men in the bar. As torture? Especially when one slid her hand to the knee of her partner, up under the table and made the woman squirm. With no emotional or physical response at all, he watched the girl orgasm right there. And men down the bar, also watching, cheered and exchanged company tokens over their bets.
Adrian turned his thoughts into his drink. He’d stopped betting years ago. It was no fun any more. There was no fruition in it.
He hadn’t had sex in forever. Not even masturbation. He didn’t know why. Lost interest all together? Or saving himself in the hopes that one day his princess would come? (Literally?)
And that fantasy of the two women—that he’d actually been with—was about as good as it got for him—since he’d qualified in the genius range and been accepted into the NatDef lockup.
(It didn’t matter that he’d put the pat answer on his questionnaires. The company wouldn’t understand a man that didn’t beat off. That would not be normal.)
Adrian knew that he didn’t really need two women to satisfy him. His best fantasy was a woman that understood his science-oriented drive, who could also fulfill his desires for completeness in other areas. That was something mental that he couldn’t have explained for the world. That no one else would ever understand. Something that had to go hand in hand with sex to make it work for him as a real fantasy.
And not that the company had a problem with sex among team members, obviously. They didn’t care if you fucked on the bar, even. It was a progressive community where everything outside the box was accepted—as long as you remained inside the box.
Betting cheers went up again as the other lesbian climbed under the table between the legs of her friend, pushing her skirt up, sliding a tongue to the curls there.
Adrian glanced over, then looked away. He, personally, had a problem with mixing workmates with private time. His off-duty hours were his own. And no one at NatDef seemed to be able to shut out their work projects. Even now, the lesbians in the corner, the one above the table, talked about metallurgy between her oohs and aahs.
And the men who’d made bets on them had already gone back to discussing alloys.
Always, without fail, the conversation circled back to the company, or the lab, or the individual project of the moment, or past history, vaulted and sealed deals. It never quit. He couldn’t get away from it. Not that he dwelt on it, but…
In any case, the sacrifice of registering for the program, and being accepted, had given him blue balls and a pained cock. Oh, he could relieve himself with masturbation. Or with the homosexuals. Two of them were within reach, rubbing each other’s thighs in preparation for slipping to the men’s room. They always did their foreplay in the lounge—in case anyone wanted to join in.
And there were a few straight men and women. And always there were prostitutes of both genders available. He didn’t know why none of them appealed. You’d think everything would look good to him after a certain length of time, but for some reason, the more he looked around at the other brainiacs, the less he wanted sex.
He had to ask himself, “What’s wrong with me?”
2 Comments:
I think you've done very good with this. I had never thought of such a situation/society. It should be highly interesting, I think, to read. :)
Thanks for saying SOMETHING.
I appreciate all comments.
Lets me know someone is reading the blog.
This SF book is out there. It will get you thinking, one way or another. I like books that make you think about your own values. As long as they aren't shoving theirs down my throat.
By CarysWeldonblog, at
6:53 AM
Monday, March 05, 2007
Excerpt Angel BetDo you like murder, mystery, suspense? Check out the opening of Angel Bet.
ANGEL BET
PROLOGUE
The third world war took place in 2033.
A short event, aftermath chaos, no one could see.
Their global re-organization meant full reform.
Alternative lifestyles and exhibitionism became the norm.
By 2071, society had crawled inside a box.
A game cube, the cell block, was covered with locks.
And NatDef, the monster, held all the keys.
Murder, sex, and mind control, tiny black seeds.
Dr. DeAnna Morgan, also known as Dr. D., the ‘angel of death,’ told the lab tech, “Go ahead. Put the AV’s away. We’re done with them for the day. Just gotta get this in the system and we’re out of here.”
The fully suited assistant carefully lifted the tray of capsule-sized bombs, and waited patiently for the good Dr. D. to open the (thermostatic and moisture controlled) lab vault by remote entry via her computer keypad. They were in the Gaseous Lab of the Volatile Chemical Sector in NaturoDefense’s main complex. The company had emerged post third world war as the largest manufacturer of bio-chemical warfare technology, among other things.
Due to the nature of the “Angel Vapor” Fatal Timetable tests, all unnecessary personnel had been reassigned to other programs. The two of them were the only ones in occupation of the lab at that time. And it was locked down tight.
With a pleasant tone in her voice, DeAnna assured her new helper, “Almost there. Just hang on.”
The replacement tech had moved very little without direct prompting, which was fine for DeAnna considering the job at hand, but the guy gave her the creeps, the way he watched her through squinted lids. She knew it was crazy to feel like he was plotting against her or something, but she couldn’t shake the feeling. She had to wonder if he was pissed that he’d been assigned to her. Working in a lethal gas lab was not necessarily a kudo promotion.
DeAnna rolled her neck and shoulders in an attempt to kick the sensation of air pressure change in the lab. A glance to the systems analysis monitor showed everything normal. So, she chalked her feeling of discomfort—no, doom—up to the project. The AV was a sixteen second death capsule, after all.
The only reason she felt good about it was because it was the most humane weapon on the planet—at the current time. Untold suffering could be eliminated by her little capsules. She never presumed to stop “the ways of men and war,” but she could make the killing better, in her own little way.
Another bit of paranoia niggled through her brain. She didn’t discount the possibility that her real problem was the fact that she’d finally signed the dotted line on that damn Cy-droid contract. Now, her project was completely secure. If anything happened to her, she’d be revived to finish it. She should be feeling relieved.
The hair on the back of her neck prickled, as it had off and on all day. It was followed by a shiver that rolled down her back.
She said, “I have to admit…I get a great sense of relief to be calling it quits at the end of the day.”
Her helper didn’t respond.
DeAnna didn’t glance up. She did, however, consider briefly, asking for another tech. This one was too nervous for the job. She could feel it. Some people settled quickly into that line of work, and others didn’t, but you could always tell in a day. This one had been given two.
Not to mention, she silently grudged the man’s lack of verbal skills. Was it too much to ask for someone that had advanced beyond Neanderthal conversation?
DeAnna’s fingers whizzed over the flat keypad in front of her—committing the final results of the latest test data to the NaturoDefense master infobank. Glancing up to watch, she added, “Be careful there. I don’t want a halo. I don’t care what they call me.” She teased, “I’m not so sure I deserve one. What do you think?”
His eyes widened, easily seen through his visor.
She bounced her head a little, “Angel of death…halo…angel vapor…get it?”
Still, the tech didn’t say anything. Since everything but his eyes were covered by the suit, she couldn’t tell if he picked up on the joke or not. When he didn’t respond at all, she assured him with a grin, “Don’t worry, I know my nicknames.”
The vault seal expressed itself with the hiss of an air-lock release. She shooed him with a hand, “Go ahead. Put them away.”
As he turned his back on her, she added, “I try to keep a sense of humor about things, so relax.” Her gaze returned to the screen in front of her. She double-checked her input. A graph took shape.
Hitting a few more keys, she pulled up the three dimensional image of the angel vapor bomb magnified several times. It rotated slowly, numbers appearing—showing the new computations. A few more clicks on the keypad and the estimated rise of vapors per temperature changes appeared. That’s what she’d been working on. How long AV takes to kill. She mumbled to herself, “Sixteen seconds. That seems pretty quick to me, you lethal little monster.”
The technician set the tray in the small in-lab vault. She heard the sound of the tray clinking on the shelf. It seemed magnified. When DeAnna heard the self-locking door click shut, too, she removed her gas mask and gloves, fluffing her hair with her fingers. “I hate that hood. Makes me sweat. It feel’s so good to take it off.”
Perspiration darkened the ash platinum blonde hair at her temples. “You can take yours off now, too.”
The tech turned back around, a single AV in hand, waiting for De to notice. It took her about two seconds. She froze mid-fluff. Her blue eyes narrowed in on the AV capsule. Slowly, she let her gaze travel up to the tech’s face. He waited until their eyes met. Then, before she could say anything, he deliberately held the weapon out and, in slow motion, dropped it purposefully.
The crystalline capsule shattered on impact. Compressed halogen compounds reacted to the room temperature oxygen, expanding, rising up in vapor form, choking her. DeAnna gracefully collapsed to the tiled floor. With her last breath, and a sickened smile, she cracked, “I asked for a team player.” She rolled her eyes. “Guess NatDef sent one.”
***
Don't you have to wonder how a book can work if the writer kills off the heroine in the first scene? Stay tuned! This is science fiction. We have the technology to rebuild her.
Tomorrow, you get a sexcerpt from this book!
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Sunday, March 04, 2007
Great news!All those Carys Weldon titles that got snagged from the market last fall are coming back out, and there are more on the horizon! Twenty or more, all told.
I haven't signed the contracts yet, but they've been offered and my agent is looking them over. I expect to sign them by, oh, tomorrow or Tuesday.
The publisher has promised to get those werewolf books out asap, and to push a very questionable sf novel, out first. (per my request)
I have this novel called Angel Bet that is twisted cool, in my opinion.
Here's the story concept:
Dr. DeAnna Morgan is a woman who desperately needs a make-over, but doesn't care because she's a little too engrossed with her work. She's famous for progressive advances in chemical warfare, and known mostly by reputation as Dr. D. (or Dr. Death). Just a short time after she signs a company contract consenting that her body be used in the cy-droid program which revives the dead and integrates cyborg and android technology into the, uh, victim's body, she is murdered in her lab...by a tech assistant who drops the Angel Vapor bomb capsule purposely.
Adrian is a genius rated scientist under pressure to complete a casing for the AV--Dr. D's Angel Vapor bomb. He's a bit of a loner with a war orphan history, a product of NaturoDefense’s group home upbringing—which we flash back to.
This story is set in post third war America at a time when politics have obliterated most religion, and managed to break down all moral prudity and made homosexual behavior wholly acceptable and, in fact, encouraged publicly, and perhaps more expected than hetero relationships. While Adrian doesn’t condemn that, he has a hetero heart and an urge to find a soul mate. A woman with a brain who is also sexually compatible with his somewhat antiquated hetero interests.
Adrian’s profile says he could be a great scientist or an artist. Of course, the very Orwell 1984 type company helped him make the choice. And we jump into the story after DeAnna’s been revived, cy-droided, and put back into action. She now goes by Anna and is driven by a time bomb agreement with the company. They’ve installed hardware in her body that is complete with a remote control unit called the B.E.T. that will, literally, shut her off.
There are twelve g-rates in the sector Adrian works in, all vying in a competition on the AV-1 casing. Last place gets demoted. First place gets big bonuses. DeAnna has a one in twelve chance of picking the winner, and living past the end of the competition. After profiling them all, she moves in on—and with Adrian.
He thinks it’s all about love and attraction, and he knows he’s head over heels. But then, only a short time into the relationship, he figures out that she’s been cheating on him—with every guy in his sector. And on top of that, he learns that she’s a cy-droid. Now, in the post war world, fidelity isn’t that big a deal within the loose confines of the re-ordered society—except, to Adrian, it’s still betrayal, and it hurts like hell. Can he forgive her?
(I'll give you an excerpt tomorrow.)
3 Comments:
That is exciting. Congrats! :)
Oops. That's me. Forgot I was signed in with that. lol.
That could be an interesting premise - I'll have to see what you do with it!
By Maura Anderson, at
12:26 PM
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Contest WinnersWoohoo!
I've done the drawings!
Congratulations to this month's winners.
Maura Anderson won the blog post drawing.
Carol Thompson won the newsletter drawing.
Please email me with your preferences on gift certificates: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, or Paypal Gift Certificates.
3 Comments:
love the pics--love this site--heck i just like everything this a.m........so far.
WOOOOOOOOOOOT - thanks Carys! I got the gift certificate and it was the best kind of winning - totally out of the blue. I'm here because I like your blog!
But now I need to decide what I want to buy!
By Maura Anderson, at
12:24 PM
Hi Carys,
I have received the gift certificate for the newsletter contest and banked it for future use.
It was a real surprise but very, very handy.
Thank you soo much
Carol
By , at
12:18 AM
Friday, March 02, 2007
Pictures you don't see every day......
What? Too many shakes?
. looks like UPS wins!!!
Oh, come on,. just one?
starting with spelling
.. I think it was the FedEx driver
I bet this is by the school that teaches Arithetic
Sometimes a name change is the best idea...
Take me to the cleaners, baby!
Major dilemma in California ..
How do you get there from here?
for your "shotgun" wedding!
It's a good deal, but... oh, the college costs!
?? McLogic gone wrong...
Pork the one you love?
Still Dead, Huh??? Go Figure...
What?
" Mass suicides...Cows going over the edge...tonight on Channel 3 News..."
Good Job!!
Load 'em up with burritos, Mom!!
I'm Confused...
How can I write if I'm ILLITERATE!!!!
I can't even comment on this one
Beautiful, lush lawns of dirt...
Speling iz knot imprtunt fir astranawts
Make up your mind!!!
Don't drink and make signs...
1 Comments:
I shouldn't have read this post while drinking tea.
Aaagggghhh.
I am a lousy time manager today.
Spending a lot of time surfing through pounds and pounds of email.
(Okay, you know what I mean. It's weighing heavily on my mind.)
I've got to leave the house and I still haven't put my newsletter together or done the drawings. I'm sorry. I WILL announce those winners asap.
Got a friend having a birthday, though, and I have to take her to lunch.
So, that's chopping up my systematic processing of obligatory emails, etc.
Cross your fingers. Send up positive energy that you'll be the recipient of my ten dollar gift certificates. Giving out two, ya know.
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Thursday, March 01, 2007
I'm homeHey, I'm home.
I'm surfing through thousands of emails, trying to handle the business end of being a writer. Lots of letters from publishers. (Aaagggghhh) WORK!
I've got a list of conferences/conventions lining up that will choke me, I think. My husband says it is too much and that I should stop signing up for stuff and just write...says the man who just took me afk for two straight weeks. LOL
Anyhow, in case you want to come hang out in March, these are the places I'll be this month: Aggiecon (Tx) and Epicon (VA). April: Romantic Times Convention (TX) and another signing in San Antonio.
As soon as I get my head on straight, I'll post something fun and sexy here for your entertainment.
Meanwhile, today's your last reminder to read and respond to last month's newsletter for the gift certificate drawings (for last month anyway.) I'll post winners tomorrow probably.
Good luck!
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woohoo! Welcome back. :)
