February 25th, 2007


New Vanyr (sort of)

In a fit of temporary insanity, Samhain decided to unlock my cage and let me blog again.  The ostensible purpose was to allow the print authors an opportunity to flog their new paper releases.  I think the boadroom chatter went something like this:
"I hate to say it, but she's got a point.  We let the ebook authors promo their books with excerpts and stuff on their release date, why not the print authors?"
"Yeah, but that means turning Jean Marie loose again.  Remember what she did the last time."
(Collective shudder.)
"C'mon, she can't pull something like that out of her ass every time.  We'll give her a date a little back in the schedule.  Lead off with folks who know the drill.  They'll post excerpts and flog their contests.  She'll be stuck."
I think they forgot I've got 165,000 words to choose excerpts from, not just the 120K that made it to the book.  Mwahahahahaha!
So if you decide to follow the Promo Brick Road to today's Samhain blog you'll find some of the scenes that wound up on the cutting room floor.  There's a little bit of Michael Ryan (the actor who plays Deryk and one of the biggest spears on the Vanyr wall), more on the inspiration for Jagger (Ruth Thompson has a lot to answer for, LOL) and even more of the madness that is Dragon*Con.  And it closes with my favorite never-before seen morning-after scene.  

Oops! Mom Did It Again

The Amazing One-Eighty Old Lady has struck again.
They call me Wrong Way Ward.  My mom, on the other hand, is famous for her wrong way prayers.  When hundakleptisiswas so sick last year, qnotkuand I had to find creative ways to forestall Mom from praying for him.  Every time she did he wound up in critical care.  (Yes, we keep trying to get her to pray for certain political figures, but so far no luck.  :-P)
What I didn't realize is that her particular juju works on the weather too.  All weekend long I've been stocking her larder and sorting her pills so I wouldn't have to drive over in the big winter storm they'd been promising all week.  My Mustang can roar through anything a Virginia winter has to offer.  I can't.  My solution to ice and snow on the roads is to hide under the bed.  Which was what I was hoping to do today.
"Oh no!" Mom yodeled gleefully.  "We're not going to have any snow.  They've cancelled it."
*snicker*  Yeah, right.  Just paid the teen next door for removing the first four inches, and the white stuff's still pouring down.  Go Mom!
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