My last contest was a flop. No one can find the man from the Air France commercial. I’m a lot disappointed. He was soooo hot. Anyway, I’ve got a couple things up my sleeve. The first is about this blog and what I spend all my time on when I’m not blogging or working at the cemetery. Writing. I write about vampires. I write about other creatures too at the Bar, but the vamps are, well, my thing. Now, I’m going to reveal to you why it is that I must write vampires. (You’ll need this for the contest.)
David from BellaDaddyBlog may remember this. He was with me that day. It was Halloween, my 17th birthday. I think David was 14 or 15. My mom sent me to my sister Jeannette’s to pick up my present. David and I hopped into the Starsky and Hutch car and drove to my sister’s. She gave me a pair of gold Gypsy earrings that belonged to her, but which I had admired for years. She also gave me her copy of Interview With the Vampire. She looked at me oddly and said that when she first read the book, she knew it was meant for me.
Now, my sister Jeannette is an unusual woman. From the time I was about 4 or so, she lived with the Gypsies. The REAL Gypsies. Jeannette does palmistry, Tarot, and astrology charts. She’s very good at it. She’s also a Buddhist. Oddly, she never gave up some of her Catholic icons though. I think she’s a very religious person, but her beliefs are slices from many different religions.
Anyway, never having had much belief in the occult or religion, I didn’t think much of her giving me that weird look. I just took the book and said thank you. My entire life Jeannette had had a habit of turning up out of the blue and giving me odd books to read, and different music to listen to. (All my sibs are much older than me. Jeannette’s about 15 years older.) She gave me her prized copy of Abbey Road because I loved it so much, but only if I would take the White Album too. She took me to Catholic church and taught me to light candles. She taught me to meditate. She exposed me to things I would never have been exposed to at a young age had she not been my sister.
Interview With the Vampire had a profound affect on me. It was the only Anne Rice book I read for many years. I didn’t want a sequel. I didn’t want Louis spoiled for me. Louis sat in my head for a long time. He was seductive, more so than Lestat.
One day I spied a series of books by Chelsea Quinn Yarbro about the St. Germain vampires. I picked up the first book and by the end, I was officially obsessed with vampires. I had a HUGE collection of vampire books within a year or two. I tried writing the vamps, but they never came to me.
Years passed. I lost the huge collection of books and a handwritten copy of my novel Note By Note when I lost my storage unit in the high desert. I eventually read the other Anne Rice books. Shit happened to me. I lost the vampires. I felt them calling to me sometimes though. Then I found a cool little used romance bookstore. The woman there introduced me to paranormal romances and handed me… Katie MacAlister.
The vampires came back to me full force. The were inside me, clamoring to come out. But I hadn’t found their vehicle yet. I went to Katie’s website and found… The Bar. I read and read and read. For two solid weeks I read the Bar. By the time I caught up to where the writers were, I was ready to intro a character. Not a vampire, but a black dragon. The black dragon was related to two vampires. Eventually, I introduced them – Blake and Dominic Solent, thousand year old vampire brothers, who had once been Knights Templar.
And so, I found where I belonged. The rest is history. Of a sort. The Bar led to Andrei Andrei, who led me to blogging. The blogosphere community and it’s people are awesome. I can’t imagine my life without all of you now. The Bar, the bloggers, and the vampires.
Now, that you’re all yawning at my longwindedness, here’s the contest:
I need a real tagline. Something that is me, but something amusing too. Everyone has a cool tagline. I want one. So, hit me with a tagline. You have until midnight Pacific time on Sunday to leave your tagline in the comments. If you prefer a more private means of entering the contest, email your entries to winter at winterheart dot com. One caveat: you cannot say, “Bite Me” (cause all my little icons already say that), but you can use it as part of the tagline. C’mon. You know you wanna win a t-shirt with fangs.
Now, before I go… Tune in to Snackie Radio this Sunday because Hilly’s guest is MOI! Yes, the two gals from SoCal will titillate you and make you horny, baby!