Burn Zone

I spent the weekend writing my fingers to a nub.  The next installment of the Tales of the Darkworld is due to my editor on the 31st. I’m hopeful I’ll make the deadline since I’m on the downslope now and only a few scenes left to write. Unfortunately, this one isn’t as long as the last few and won’t be eligible for print unless bundled with another of the books. Which is doable. The seventh book might not make it to print length either so maybe they could go together.

Anywho, because I was so rushed and in a hurry to get back to my manuscript, I decided to make tacos for dinner last night. They’re quick and filling and everyone in my house will eat them. As I was draining the meat in the sink, the fan that sits in the kitchen window fell (it wasn’t plugged in.) It hit the big wooden spoon I held which flipped up and splashed into the hot grease, spilling it all over my thumb and…the front of my very thin tank top.

Now, my thumb I can stick under the cold water tap or in the freezer on the side of the ice cream carton. I can’t exactly stick my boob under the tap or in the freezer. *sigh* Yes, that’s what got burned courtesy of my thin shirt. And really, it seems okay. The thumb and the boob. They both stung for an hour and everything was fine after that. But man, when someone asks you how your weekend was and you have to say “I burned my boob” well, that’s when it’s time to fall back on the old reliable, “It was okay.”

This week my co-worker is back from Napa (Yay!) and even though it’s month end, it shouldn’t be a killer. I spent last week with my nose so firmly to the grindstone it’s a wonder I have one left. But it left us in good shape so we probably won’t have to stress. I do have my IT budget due but I think I’ve got it in the bag. So I’m hopeful the work week isn’t too harsh.

Once Sunstroked has gone to my editor I may write up a romantic suspense review over at the Lex Valentine blog this week. I read one this past week at lunch and I was impressed. It had me turning the pages like a fiend. I’m not even a suspense fan! But I truly enjoyed the hero and heroine and the plot was exciting and timely. So if you see a Valentine Review come across Facebook or Twitter for Carried Away, you might want to check it out.

I’ve been thinking lately that I should look for some new Marcus images. You never know when new ones will turn up. For a guy pushing 40 Marcus is still hotter than hot.

We should all have genes that good. *sigh* Looking at him should have you in the burn zone in no time! LOL Have a smokin’ hot Monday, but don’t burn yourselves!

Round and Round

My weekends are always busy.  Usually, I have writing to do and stuff to do around the house. This weekend I was exceptionally busy, but I didn’t get anything written and my kitchen looks like Hiroshima.

On Saturday I ran some errands and then headed out to meet Z.A. Maxfield for lunch. Lunch with ZAM is the most fun thing. There is no one else in the world with whom I can eat with my fingers and talk about characters who are gay. ZAM had ribs and I had chicken tenderloins and we both had barbeque sauced fingers as we discussed character angst and the car she bought Mr. ZAM for Father’s Day. (She says it’s the car that smut bought!) I had sooo much fun.

Sunday was completely different. Rott’s cousin Joe has a habit of buying concert tickets and including one for Rott. So when Rott told me Joe bought tickets for Dokken and Ratt I thought it would be a cool concert for him to go to. I nodded my head and said, “Cool” and never thought another thing about it. I figured Rott would tell me the day of that he was heading out that night to meet up with Joe and go to the concert. That’s always what’s happened in the past so I just went about my day.

It was probably about 1 pm as I was reading a new book that Rott popped his head in and said, “You know we’re going to the concert tonight.”

I said, “Oh, okay” and went back to my book.

Rott frowns a little and says, “It’s Dokken and Ratt. Didn’t I tell you?”

Now, I’m thinking something odd’s going on here. Why’s he talking to me like he never mentioned he was going to the concert with Joe? “Ummm, yeah. I remember you mentioning it. When are you heading out?” I ask.

Rott shakes his head. “I told you. Joe got tickets. FOUR tickets. Unless you don’t wanna go…”

The light bulb came on over my head. Me and Rott. Joe and his girlfriend Chris. Duh.

To give me my due, Joe’s always taken Rott never me in the nearly twelve years Rott and I have been together. And I’ve always been okay with that. It’s his time to hang with his cousin. I don’t want to horn in on that.

At any rate, I prepared to have an evening out.  I started by borrowing Motley’s Sketchers which totally and completely made all the walking a million times better than it would have been in my OP slip on sneakers. I checked the maps for parking, etc. Now, I figured Rott would have stuff figured out but I like to know where I’m headed and what’s involved just in case.

When we walked into Pacific Amphitheater, Dokken had just hit the stage (parking sucks ass there cause of the fair.) I’m not dumb. I figured out our seats were dead center in the center section. No way, no how was I gonna try to scootch past all those people already in their seats to get to my seat. No one wants the fat girl’s ass pushing in front of them as she squeezes down the row. So we watched Dokken from the top of our section. I gotta say, Don Dokken’s voice seemed hoarse and he wasn’t able to hit the high notes like he had in the past, but he’s a great entertainer. Very funny banter between songs.

Between sets we found our seats and chatted with Joe and Chris and then Ratt came on. Stephen Pearcy looks pretty worn but holy shit, he sounds the same. Bobby Blotzer, still the same. Warren de Martini, still the same. Dunno who the bass player is. I think Joe said he was from David Lee Roth’s band. The thing that caught me was Carlos Cavazo from Quiet Riot standing where the late Robbin Crosby would have been standing, playing a red and white flying vee guitar like the one Robbin used to play. Damn if that didn’t give me a pang.

Everywhere around me people took out their phones and cameras. That was nothing like concert going in the 80’s.  I took my smartphone out but it outsmarted me. I couldn’t remember how to zoom, use the flash, or the video. Oy. I’m the techie one but the phone I’ve had for 2 years stumped me. Sheesh. If Motley had been there she would have known what to do with my phone. Although, had Motley been there we would have used her camera and her newer, fancier phone to send photos to my Flickr account. And I had battery issues too. I gotta get a new phone. *sigh*

Ratt was good. Very good. It was a great concert. At one point, I was horribly embarrassed for the guy in the HB water polo shirt who stood beside me. During Way Cool Jr, he was dancing. Totally like a girl. I really was embarrassed for him.

It was great to get out and do something with Rott and it was great to see Joe again. The dude has not changed in all the time I’ve known him. I didn’t even see a single grey hair and he’s older than me.  By the time Ratt did Round and Round I was ready to whoop it up for the last couple of songs and head home though. We picked up a late dinner in Fountain Valley at Alerto’s, shakes at Dairy Queen down the street from our neighborhood, and got home around 11. I didn’t hurt too much and it really was a pretty good night and truly a busy but fun weekend.

It’s that time of the week now where I bring you a Marcus. Clothes half on, intense expression that screams sex. Oh, yeah. Total eye candy and great inspiration for a writer.

Wishing you all wonderful Ratt N Roll Monday!

Judge Not

I spent Saturday judging some writing contest entries. It was fun, but I have to say, the first few I read were disappointing. I guess I expected them to be better stories. I don’t know why I had that expectation but I did.  The writing was okay, the mechanics not bad, but I felt nothing when I read them. They weren’t exactly boring, but they just weren’t interesting enough to capture my interest.

Of course, I could tell with a few of them that they just needed a better vocabulary, better word choices, to pump up the story and give it more oomph. Others, well, let’s just say that the plots needed some work.  I will say that there were two real standouts of the ten I read and that’s a pretty decent percentage.

I talked to Nikki (Motley) about how to present yourself when you try to get a job. I told her to stand up straight and not slouch. People might perceive you as lazy and schlumpy if you don’t stand up straight. Now, in Nikki’s case, standing up straight means her gigantic boobs are really, really on display. There’s not much we can do about that.  I mean, Mother Nature saw fit to endow her with the kind of chest strippers pay plastic surgeons to get.  I try to get her to dress so that her chest isn’t so much on display when she’s job hunting. After all, despite it not being right for people to judge each other, they just do especially when they need to size up job applicants.

Used to be, Nikki had the attitude that since people shouldn’t judge each other she could suit herself. She was in her teens then and feeling all angsty and rebellious. Now, she gets it that while we shouldn’t judge others there are times you have to and most people are gonna do it anyway.  I don’t think it’s how humans are biologically, I think it’s how our culture is. And luckily, at 21, Nikki now gets this too. Now, if only she could just get people to stop staring at her boobs and give her a customer service type job…

Today’s Marcus is low key and pretty. I was playing around with gradients in Photoshop and used my favorite Marcus photo.  I love purple.

Oh! Before I go I invite you to check out Fonts For Peas. Amanda made a font out of my handwriting! It’s called peaLex Valentine. 🙂 I should probably use it on this site. Whadda ya think?

Wishing you all a non-judgmental Monday!


On Friday when I got home from work, Rott wasn’t home. I figured he’d gone to see his mom so I didn’t think anything of it. He called me after I’d already changed into house clothes and had begun to work my way through the day’s email. He’d been to see his mom and was upset about something. He’d attempted to tell her what was bothering him, but she didn’t get it so it just sorta made him feel worse.

At any rate, he didn’t want to come home, wanted to do something out of the house which was the reason for his call.  Now, Rott’s not much to want to go out. I have a purse full of movie tickets I’ve won at work that attests to this fact.  So if Rott wants to go out, who am I to say no?

Still, I had stuff to do and he wanted to rinse off in the shower. By the time he got home I’d finished deleting email. While he rinsed off in the shower I ordered groceries for a Saturday delivery.  I got dressed and we went out.

The first thing we did was cruise straight down the 55 to PCH in his SUV. And Rott talked. And talked. And talked. It was good. Usually, the man doesn’t talk. It was kinda nice to hear his voice and his thoughts instead of the half dozen sentences that get him through the week, repeated as needed.

Driving through Balboa Peninsula we decided to head over to PCH. Windows down, sunroof open, the sun setting…it was a gorgeous drive in the truck which is a really cushy truck. I guess we talked about where to eat dinner for a good forty minutes just cruising from Balboa down PCH to Goldenwest, then up through the park to Warner…all places we used to drive when we lived in that part of the county. We both admitted to missing living over there.

When we saw Don Ramon’s in Huntington Beach we decided we wanted Mexican food and a pitcher of margys. But a pitcher of margys between us when you’re 20 miles and two freeways from home is a bad idea. So we stopped at BevMo cause as Rott’s talking about needing to go to the liquor store, we were passing the store that outdoes all liquor stores. And wow! Both of us had a BevMo card on us! WOOT!

After the BevMo stop we headed for home and the El Torito near our house. We had a nice dinner – ordered the same thing LOL – with the fresh guacamole appetizer and our pitcher of margys. We laughed about the bad karaoke in the bar. When we left a band was playing on the patio at Zito’s and I sang Walk Like An Egyptian with them as I walked to the truck.

We got home and sat in front of the TV talking. I didn’t go and turn on the computer until I was almost ready to hit the sheets. And for all that I didn’t get any work done…it felt like a really productive night. One of the things that both of us acknowledged is that it felt good to burn that half a tank of gas and cruise PCH. It felt good to talk. It felt good to share a pitcher of margys. It just felt good to be together.  It was a perfect night.

Feels kinda blasphemous to post a Marcus after that but I am who I am and I love to look at Marcus.

That image sorta goes with my PCH drive I think. 😉 Wishing you all a really great Monday!


This is a goulash post today, a little bit of everything.  My brain is a little too fried to actually come up with a topic to discuss or yak about so I figured I’d just let it wander from topic to topic as I ramble on.


Okay, so I got tagged for this Bald Face Liar game. Originally, when I first saw this meme on a few blogs, I laughed because a couple of the authors who were playing really are bald faced liars so I found it rather ironic. I never did do memes well and I prefer the truth even with regard to games so I doubt I’ll play.  My friend Lisa is playing though, so if you want to see how it works click on her name and check it out.


I had lunch on Saturday with an author! A real live totally awesome author! Z.A. Maxfield and I held down a corner booth at Claim Jumper for three hours and talked about everything.  I can’t believe how much fun it was. I can’t believe I hadn’t come out of my dark cave sooner to meet her. But now that I have, we have plans. First, we plan on doing this monthly. Second, we plan on descending on the Orange County chapter of the Romance Writer’s of America to see how two authors of M/M romantic fiction can stir things up.


Speaking of RWA, since Pink Petal Books is now allowed in, I’m going to join RWA and submit my PAN application since I do happen to fit the criteria of the elite group who made a thousand bucks in royalties in a year (I think I did it in about 6 months which is amazing from a little pub) on a single title. Fire Season is the book that did it so I might as well show off the fact that it’s a bestseller. I’ll probably join the Rainbow (GLBT) and Passionate Ink (erotic) chapters too. I need to check out the OC chapter before I join. It seemed kind boring but ya never know. ZAM and I will give them a look over and see if it’s worth belonging to.


I’m knitting together all the scenes for Common Ground. I’m very close to finishing this. I just have a bare handful of scenes to complete with a little weaving and it will done. Won’t be as long as Ride the Lightning or Fire Season, which were both closer to 60K. This one will be under 50K. But it’s the introduction to the werewolves so the dragons have very little face time. However, it lays the ground work for two other stories in the series. One is Sunstroked which is the book that follows this one and is about Colin’s very happy assistant Corey. (Who isn’t very happy in the beginning of the book.) The second is Thunder and Myth which is the story of how Diandra Antaeus left her family for Ruan McCallan and what happens years later when Ruan manages to push even Di away. Look for Common Ground in July and Sunstroked in the fall.

The Bar

It’s buh bye to something very dear to my heart. By the end of this week the Bar will be gone. With big gaping holes in the story from posts deleted by writers who left, it wasn’t worth keeping up. A couple of the other writers are copying their posts to save and once they are done this week, I’m taking the site down and deleting the domain. It’s like the end of an era and it’s a little heartbreaking for me.


Rott and I had a scare over the weekend. His mom had a bout of severe confusion so his step-dad took her to the hospital where they kept her overnight and did an MRI and some other tests. They let her go home the next day and I guess we’ll eventually find out what the tests have to say. It really shook Rott up though.


Yes, Stone Temple Pilots have a new CD that is out tomorrow! Rott and I are stoked. We’ve already ordered a copy. We’ve debated going to see them when they come around and I don’t mind watching Weiland bounce around the stage totally high off his ass but for some reason Rott seems to have some reservations about that. Neither of us have looked up dates yet so there’s a good chance we may not even have the opportunity to see them. The other CD we’re early awaiting is the new Nevermore which is out in June.


I got a pedicure on Friday and I could have cried. It felt soooo good! I’ve neglected to do this for myself for a year and now I’m so sorry that I did. It was relaxing and my feet feel great. I need to give myself that pampering every two weeks and stop being such a pissant about it taking away my writing time. I can use the time to read on my Nookie and reading always rejuvenates a writer so I just don’t have any excuses except that I’m a lazy so and so.


The Bar may be gone but I will never give up my Marcus!


I’m having a bad patch with my asthma. It happens once in awhile. The least little exertion has me gasping for air. It sucks eggs in a major way. Unfortunately, it’s one of those times where my meds just don’t do jack. It always seems to occur a couple of times a year…getting so bad that nothing works and all I can do is stay indoors as much as possible and not have to walk more than a few feet at a time and not carry or lift anything heavier than my purse. It will ease up. It always does. I’m just miserable until it does though.

Memorial Day

I have to work. We always work on Memorial Day because there’s a big event at the cemetery. Actually, I’ll be inside doing the deposit for my friend Liz who normally does them. She’s on golf cart duty this year ferrying the handicapped visitors to the event. Since it’s month end and we can’t afford a lost day, I get to stay out of the sun and count money. It’s really quiet inside the building on Memorial Day. Even quieter than it is on a weekend. But usually, that means I’ll get done quicker. 🙂 And we sometimes get lunch too. Chicken or hot dogs. Nothing special but free food is always nice.

I’m going to stop rambling now and toddle off to work. You all have a great Monday!