Franklins

Cold hard cash. Yep. That’s what the house buying has come down to. We’ve given them some of the Franklins, but the rest are waiting to be handed over when we sign one last paper. The exchange of cold hard cash for keys should take place today or tomorrow.  For the last three weeks I’ve thought each day might bring the end to the waiting but after backing out of escrow on the house we thought we wanted, we ended up with something newer and more expensive. Now, finally, we seem to be at the end of this process.

Everyone keeps asking me if I’m excited. I suppose I am, somewhere inside me. In truth, I’m mostly stressed. Time is closing in on me and money is always a factor. Those Franklins staring at me so obliquely make me nervous. Do we have enough time and money to get this complete in a week and be in the new place? I have to work. I don’t have time to pack and move. Panic lurks at the edges of my sanity…

I know I’m being a little dramatic here but I seriously have those near panic moments. They are mostly only moments though and not longer, thank God.  The reason for that is because I have work to do at the office and work to do at home. I’ve had a lot of stuff going on at the office and I’ve been swamped. At home, I’ve done a bunch of cover art. (If you want to see it hop on over to winterheart.com.) The Franklins keep coming and that helps part of the panic. Doesn’t help the part where all my stuff is magically boxed up and ready to go.

One good thing is there’s a bunch of stuff we aren’t taking. Nothing like moving to make you decide to jettison a bunch of crap you had in your closet. So I’m getting a cleaning and hauling away crew for the old place. The new place needs a cleaning and repair crew.  The kitchen has some issues that need addressing before we can move in and Rott’s friends offered to paint it all for us. Whether there is time to get the paint and get it all done before the weekend is a whole other thing.

I know Rott feels painting is imperative. The PURPLE paint in the master bath makes him want to hurl. It doesn’t bother me so much.  (Hello, I have a purple website for Lex Valentine.) However, one of the smaller bedrooms has a mustard yellow ceiling and red doors. Makes my stomach churn. And the master bedroom has this dark brown wallpaper that looks like library shelves. Now, I love books. Not so much that I want to sleep with them though. So, yeah. The painting needs to come soon if not before we haul our stuff over there.

But first, it’s the Franklins. The cold hard cash exchange. Cross your fingers that happens no later than tomorrow. I’m tired of waiting. I just want it over and settled. I know the cashier’s check is burning a hole in Rott’s pocket too. We’re impatient to finish after three weeks on the teeter totter.

A post Easter Marcus is what I need now to complete my morning and make me feel better.

Oh, now isn’t that a pretty sight? A man with his legs spread is so inviting, don’t you think? LOL

Hope all you peeps had a hoppy Easter and here’s looking forward to a fantastic (hopefully escrow closing) Monday!

The Power of the Tweet

I’ve been on Twitter a long time. You wouldn’t know it to look at either of my usernames and how many tweets there are attached to them or by checking my Tweet-Karma, but I really have been on Twitter since early 2008.  In the last couple of years, I’d gotten away from it because writing really consumed me and I just didn’t have time for Twitter and Yahoo IM. I rarely turned on either of those things. They were a distraction most of the time. So the number of tweets I have is rather low for someone who’s been on it as long as me.

However, one of the things I re-discovered while at RT was the joy of a tweet or two or ten. I found myself constantly turning on the Seesmic app on my Android phone. If I was waiting for someone, I turned it on and checked it. If I couldn’t sleep, I checked it. Standing in the elevator, I checked it. The RT tweets were a hoot which helped reestablish the whole thing for me. Some very funny stuff happened at that convention.

Used in conjunction with Facebook (my tweets post to my FB account) I managed to gently tease author Desiree Holt. I posted that I was sitting behind her in the lobby court of the hotel, buying her 100th book. And I was. Grinning with every click of the touch pad on my netbook as I made my purchase.  When Desiree saw what I’d posted, she got up and turned around and came over to hug me. The look on her face was priceless. I got such a kick out of using social media in such a way.

The power of the tweet came into play again when I got home from the convention on Sunday. I was sitting in my recliner, glad to be home, and I decided to look at Seesmic. What I found was a tweet from Jane of Dear Author about losing her Kindle and color Nook at RT. By coincidence, the “gang” (aka Z.A. Maxfield, Lynn Lorenz, Belinda McBride, Tara Lain, Stephani Hecht and Cherise Sinclair) and I found a Kindle in a green cover and a color Nook in a gray cover at the table where we sat down in the lobby court. When we turned on the Kindle it said the owner’s name was Jane.  A name like Jane could be anybody and neither ereader gave up any other information to us. Plus, I think we felt kind of bad poking around in them for information on the owner(s). So we called the lobby court manager over and turned in the Kindle and Nook to her.

Seeing Jane’s lamenting tweets about her lost ereaders reminded me that we’d found two and that one had said it belonged to Jane. Seemed like way too much of a coincidence to me, so I tweeted to Jane about our find and where we’d turned in the two ereaders. I was happy to see them find their way back to their owner. Especially since I now know what it’s like to be ereaderless. (I gave Nikki my Nook 3G to use with etextbooks and bought a color Nook, but when we had the chance to buy a mobile home a week later, I returned the color one in order to put the money to better use. Now, I’m without an ereader and I’m so lost!)

So I’ve renewed my acquaintance with Twitter a little and I’m glad that my doing so led to a good deed.  Hopefully, I won’t go back to being a stranger because I’ve got a bunch of new followers and even *gasp* Yasmine Galenorn is following me! (Hi, Yazza!) And I do miss the tweets of my friends Marty, Dave, Karl and Hilly. I need to turn on my original Twitter account and not just the Lex Valentine one.

Not to change the subject, although I am, the house situation is nearing a close literally. The house is being inspected on Tuesday and we expect to close escrow possibly the following day.  So very soon I’ll be changing my address and will no longer have a landlord. Rott and I are both looking forward to that despite how much money (and a Nook!) it has cost us.

Now, it’s time for my Monday Marcus. I can’t believe I’ve been posting this beautiful man for years now. Ah, well. It’s a good thing he’s so good looking or I’d tire of him, wouldn’t I? LOL

Before I go, if you don’t follow me on Twitter, I invite you to in the hopes that you’ll all encourage me to use it more than I have in the past two years. My author Twitter name is lexvalentine and my original account is winterheart. See you there!

Have a great Monday!

And the Verdict Is…

We got our house! Woot!

This week I’m headed off to the Romantic Times convention. When I get back we’ll be signing all the final paperwork and closing escrow on the mobile home in the canyon that we wanted. Despite all the work and all the money and all the stress, this is what we want. No more landlord (other than the park) and lots more space and hopefully, no prejudiced, loud, obnoxious, contentious, vandalizing neighbors. And a lot more quiet than we get currently.

Yes, I’ll have to commute about a half hour now, but it’s not like I haven’t done that before.  And yeah, we don’t have furniture for a space this big. But hey! We will figure it all out. I like the idea of having a place where no one has a key but us. I didn’t like it when the landlord just let himself into the house because we didn’t answer the door. That’s not okay. (And it’s illegal too I hear.) What if I was in the shower and that’s why I didn’t answer? If I stepped out of the shower naked and came face to face with him cause he let himself in…I would freak the fuck out. Now, in our own home, there is no likelihood of anyone walking in on us.

I have about a million things to do and not enough time or energy to do them. I’m not sure what all it’s going to take to get packed and moved. And then we have to deal with hiring a crew to haul away all the stuff we aren’t taking and clean the place we’re moving out of from top to bottom. Then have all the carpets cleaned and turn over the keys.

After that it will be a case of unpacking and settling the new place. I can’t wait.  My first convention this week and next week my first real home with Rott. No apartment. No condo. No landlord. No noisy neighbors. (I already said all that, didn’t I? I think it bears repeating though.) God, it sounds like heaven.

So I’m off to the office. I have a heavy day of work ahead to close the month in one day. Before I go, I need to give you all a Marcus.

I should have posted a naked chest. Darn! Oh, well. He’s still the best looking guy out there. Hee hee.

Have simply wonderful Monday and I’ll see you all next week with tales from RT. Keep an eye on my FB and Twitter accounts for photos and more from the convention!

We Are the Waiting

Last night I watched Green Day do all of American Idiot on VH1’s Storyteller.  I just love that band. Their energy, their ability to turn their politics into music, their willingness to stick their necks out.  And I love how one of the titles suits us right now.

We are definitely the Waiting.  We have an offer in on a house we really, really like (with a RED kitchen) and now we are the Waiting. I am both scared to death and excited beyond belief. And for once in my trial ridden life, I need something to go very right. I need this to go right.

The house thing has eclipsed getting ready for the Romantic Times convention. It’s eclipsed my new release the first week of April. It’s eclipsed the launch of my company’s new website (which isn’t actually up yet) that I’ve spent a significant amount of time on.  I can’t remember when I’ve been so damned scared that something won’t work out. And I hate living with fear. It means I eat Mylanta and can’t sleep.

So the ticking time bomb of my patience and self-possession is counting down to a scream of either elation or sheer bloody pain and disappointment. I guess we’ll know within a week which scream gets released.

Meanwhile, I do still have to go to work and bust my behind to get lots of stuff done early for month end in order to be able to go to RT and not leave the company in the lurch. So without further ado, here’s today’s Marcus.

Still the best abs and pecs ever! Man, I love looking at him!

And now it’s time to head off into the sunrise. You all have a great Monday!

Racing

I’m in a big hurry. I almost forgot to post! But what is a Monday without Marcus? I could not let you all down!

Here’s the deal. We’re looking for a house  (mobile home actually) in a big hurry. We saw one we like. Like the price. Love the park (out in a canyon.) There’s some issues. Meh. I don’t wanna jinx anything and we’ve not even made an offer or anything. Rott’s still thinking…but neither of us can get the place off our minds. So excuse my stress please.

I finished Breathe Me In. LOVE this couple. Really, really do. And the trading cards for them will come this week and I can’t wait to see them.

Finished cover art for SJ Frost and Stevie Woods. Lovely authors, both of them. Working on a few covers for other authors. Nothing done yet, nothing to show off yet, but soon over at Winterheart Design.

And speaking of showing off…

I have a new hairdo also but you’ll have to hit my Facebook page to see it.

Okay, how quick was I? I gotta go to work…

Here’s Marcus and then I’m racing out the door!

Oh yum. Sooooo handsome! Okay, I’m outta here. Have a wonderful Monday!