Skinny Jeans

Singer Scott Weiland once said, “There are a limited amount of years where you can wear skinny jeans. There comes a point where whether you can or not, you shouldn’t.” I’d say that’s a pretty good rule of thumb for a lot of things in life. Some of the stuff I did regularly in my twenties and thirties are not things I’d do any longer. There’s clothes I won’t wear, behaviors I won’t indulge in. I mean, c’mon. We aren’t Peter Pan. We’re all getting older every day. At some point, we have to grow up and be responsible and do things differently than when we were twenty and carefree.

A lot of things besides skinny jeans don’t look good on someone 50 years old.  Drug addicts don’t look like they’re having fun getting high at 50. They just look desperate, unhealthy and sad. People who bed hop at 50 don’t look attractive and flirty. They look desperate, immature and self-absorbed or needy.

It funny that I saw this quote today because I’d been thinking of some of the behaviors I’ve observed in people recently. People at or near or over 40 who are still indulging in behaviors that graced their 20’s. And I was thinking it was immature of them. Yeah, once in awhile it’s okay to go to a club and hang out and get drunk and scream and yell at the band on stage. When you’re still doing that every night of the week and you’re 45, it looks kinda freakish. I mean, don’t you have to go to work the next day? Or are you still doing like you did in your 20’s, dragging into the office and sucking down Alka Seltzer with your morning coffee and wearing sunglasses at your desk with your trash can nearby in case you have to puke?

Stuff that seems to be okay to do when you’re young doesn’t seem so okay when you’re older. And if you can fit into the skinny jeans still, good for you! I’m just not sure I want to see your little 40-something bird legs in them. They just aren’t as attractive on a 45 year old man as a 25 year old one. Unless, of course, you’re Scott Weiland. Although, to be honest, even though he does still look good in the skinny jeans at his age, the drug addiction thing doesn’t go over all that well anymore. It just seems kind of pathetic and sad when he falls off the wagon. Which begs the question of how pathetic do those of us over 40 seem when we indulge in what’s considered youthful, sowing your oats behavior?

I don’t think I want to find out, so I’ll try not to indulge!

Okay, here’s a Marcus for this fine Monday morning!

Ummm. One of my favorite photos of him! I hope you all have a great Monday!

She Walks in Beauty

She Walks in Beauty

by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)

HE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

By all accounts Lord Byron wasn’t all that respected by his peers but he certainly cut a dash in his world. And in the modern world we read his poetry and other works. His lover, Lady Caroline Lamb, famously described him as “mad, bad and dangerous to know” and we pay homage to him by using that phrase even today. The thing about Byron is that – love him or hate him – he definitely wasn’t someone you could ignore or forget.

I wonder at the things we find unforgettable. A woman such as the one Byron describes in She Walks in Beauty wouldn’t likely be forgotten by anyone and might even be immortalized in print, on canvas or film or through awards won. For myself, I don’t expect to be immortalized in any way. However, there are people in my life who, although they’ve no idea of it and no one would likely be able to tell with any real certainty, have been immortalized within my body of work. They may not have made an impression on the world at large but they made an impression on me and that led to them – or some small part of them – being used in one of my books.

I’m no Byron. My work isn’t likely to be read centuries from now as his is. But I still like to think that I’ve given a taste of immortality to those whom I’ve put into a book. And I thank them for whatever it was about them that captured my imagination enough to lead me to put them in a book because it was never an idea I came up with on my own but rather something they said or did that captivated me. So I thank you all for the inspiration you’ve given me, continue to give me and will give me in the future. Who needs a muse when they have friends!

So now that I’m done being weird today, I have a Marcus for you and then I’m off to tame my Monday.

Hope you all have a great day!


Hairy Grannies

What’s the deal? Have you looked at the spam on your blog lately? Mine is filled with ads for photos of hairy grannies. That has to be the most bizarre thing I’ve ever heard. I mean, I know there is every kind of fetish imaginable out there and hundreds of thousands of websites that will indulge those fetishes despite how extreme they may be. But c’mon. Hairy grannies? Who gets off on looking at hairy grannies? And just exactly what IS a hairy granny?

I’m starting to think maybe I just don’t want to know. It’s gotta be something bad. Like gross bad. Like pervert bad. And I wonder at the grannies who let people photograph them. What self-respecting granny does that? Are they all Photoshop images? Like *shudders* God, I just need to delete those spam comments. I’m getting visions of some pretty bad stuff here.

So despite the hordes of kinky spam comments I’m likely to get by talking about what’s in my spam folder, I just had so many of them that I had to mention it. Don’t think I’ll ever understand the kink though. LOL

Well, it rained all Sunday and Sunday night. I can handle the rain. I like the rain. What I don’t like is being the only building on the block whose sprinklers come on at 7 am when I am leaving for work. I can’t get to my freaking car without walking down the alley, out to the street, and around the corner. The entire sidewalk between buildings and down to the street sidewalk is flooded. The grass verge and the stepping stones to get to the curb are all flooded. The sprinklers are going nuts spraying water everywhere. If I want to get to my car I either walk the equivalent of a block and a half or I get drenched.

When I saw the water going, I checked the buildings on either side of us. Neither of them had sprinklers on. I looked down the street. No one had sprinklers on. Just my building. The mother effers. Grrrr. First it’s parking wars and my neighbors who disobey all the association parking rules, now it’s the fucking sprinklers. I swear it does not pay to live where I live and have a vehicle.

I swear, I’m like a magnet for this sort of BS. I mean, how many of you have to deal with shit like this? I live a Murphy’s Law life, seriously. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. And I’m so not going into the Big TV debacle. Oh, no. But as I’m writing this…the damned thing is still not hooked up. This time Rott’s excuse has to do with Sony’s paperwork that says you need to install some software first and once you do, they can peek into your TV and see what you’re watching. Rott flipped out, howling about the privacy act. *sigh*

You all have to be having a better time of it than I am. Your December has to be better. I mean, none of you are stuck in the middle of a Christmas short story that you can’t finish, are you? You’re not having parking wars and sprinkler issues and expensive new TV hullaballoos, right?

It’s just me. My life. No one else could have this kind of existence, could they? God, I feel sorry for you if you do! It’s enough to make you want Alzheimer’s.

In order to combat these horrid feelings and the hairy granny visions, I need to gift myself with a Marcus!

Oh, yeah. Click on that and check it out full size. Yummeh!

Now, before I toddle off to work, don’t forget that you need to comment on each day’s post at’s blog in order for a chance to win a book. I’m giving away books every day through Christmas.  Today’s book is my EPIC Award finalist Insolence. It’s the story of best friends (M/F) who discover they’ve been in love with each other all along. And there’s some kink in there to help things along. 😉

Have a great Monday!

Cold Sun

The sun is out after a couple of days of rain but, it’s cold! YES! Finally! It’s currently 48 degrees out there. Yippeee! It also promises to be a cool Thanksgiving not an 80 degree one.

Rott continues to have the worst cough ever. I appear to be pretty much over it and was last week. I have a little lingering occasional cough but that’s nothing for an old hand at asthma like me. Luckily, Nikki (Motley) hasn’t been here to get it. It was a horrid cold although I didn’t get it nearly as bad as everyone else who has had it.

Couple of quick things before I hand you a Marcus and take off for work. First, I got a new phone! Oh, wooty woot! I can Tweet now from anywhere! I missed my Winterheart Twitter account. I’m not a good web Twitter user so I’ve just not been tweeting. It was awesome to tweet with Dave2, say hi to Karl, and give MattMan a good morning. All I need to do now is pass a hug on to Gooster. 😉

I got a Samsung Vibrant, a Galaxy S Android phone. It’s seriously fun. I loved my HTC Dash but damn. This new phone is orgasmic.

Next, I was invited to spend Black Friday hanging out at James Buchanan’s house with other local authors. I can’t tell you how exciting that sounds. Even Nikki wants to go. I’m not all that literary so I don’t envision it as tea and elevated discussion afternoon, but it sounds like a total romp!

Let’s see, what else? Ummmn…Oh yeah! I have a prize to give away! Last week I was on a bunch of blogs and I offered a prize to one lucky commenter. I put all the names in a box and showed Noisy the box of crumpled paper. As usual, he grabbed one and ran off with it. After chasing him around the bedroom to get the paper, I found that the name on the sticky note was…Tonya Callihan! Tonya, you win an electronic copy of one of my books so check my backlist at and I’ll be in contact via email to see what you want.

Speaking of giveaways, stay tuned to this blog this week because on Wicked Wednesday I have Marisa Chenery posting about her vamps and on Thanksgiving I will be announcing a special Christmas contest for Lex Valentine readers.

Now, how about that Marcus? I did Six Sentence Sunday this weekend and one of the authors posted a pic of Marcus. I drooled as I always do. LOL

Oh yum. That is an awesome image. I love the expression on his face. Okay, I love the hot body too. 😉

Now, that it’s 47 degrees with golden sun I’m headed off into that cold sun day to hold down the fort while my boss is on vacay. I hope he enjoys his days off while I stress of commissions for payroll. Seriously, he deserves the time off. He’s a good boss. We love him and he works really hard. I even voted for him for Employee of the Year. He’s not perfect but he’s grown as a boss, something I appreciate.

Here I go, off to the cemetery! You all have a wonderful Monday!

Wandering Minds

This morning I have a bit of a wandering mind. I can’t really focus but then again, it’s not even 6 am yet. 😉 Excuses aside, I suppose the wandering is in part because there’s lots of stuff going on in my world and not because Zombies Ate My Brains. (I love that t-shirt! Go buy one from Dave2! It’s perfect for Halloween.)

I don’t know what it is about the end of the year that sends me into a frenzy when it comes to writing. Perhaps it’s because I got my first contract in October, on the 30th, the day before my birthday. I have so many projects I’m working on with deadlines looming (some with real deadlines and some with self-imposed ones) that it’s a wonder my mind hasn’t wandered away before this!

I have Rock My World and Honorable Silence coming in November. I have Christmas Wishes and Unbreak Me coming in December. Right now, I need to finish my dark tale of the Five Realms for Patric Michael’s Wishing on a Blue Star anthology. Deadline: Nov 1. Next I need to do edits for Unbreak Me which has some world building issues (yes, even I have world building issues sometimes!) Then I need to tap out 10K for Christmas Wishes. After that I have a Quickie sequel to Rock My World to do and I need to get rolling on my Guardians series and then there’s the sequel to Unbreak Me…

You get the picture. Nonstop work. Which is good for me.

Last night I sat down and wrote out the story of how my parents died and how grief had affected me. I had not ever done that before. It was cathartic in some ways.  Mostly, I looked at it and went, “Wow. How the hell did I survive?” And the biggest AH HA moment came when I wrote down that grief had affected me to the extent that I hadn’t been able to write fiction for ten years. I still built the worlds and characters in my head, I just could not commit them to paper. I figure I must be okay now cause I can write up a storm these days!

Writing is very personal for me despite it being a business, but on a more personal note, my wandering mind is flitting to the jam packed week ahead. It’s my birthday week. And this is the big bad birthday. The horrid birthday. The one that has the AARP sending me mail. *sigh* Can I just say I’m kind of not looking forward to it? I mean, my birthday hasn’t really meant anything to anyone since my parents died. I realized that last night too as I wrote my grief story. Yeah, that makes me a little pathetic, but what and ever. It’s just how my life is. I don’t know what I’d do if someone made a fuss. Seriously.

Aside from my birthday there’s Halloween and a bunch of promo things I have happening like blog posts and interviews. And I have stuff going on at work that is going to keep me hopping. I have a conference call today for a couple of hours about new cemetery software and how it would affect our current customizations… blah blah stuff to the rest of you.

I have a new group blog I’ll be writing at every other Tuesday until the end of the year. Castles and Guns is a dark fantasy blog and right now I’ve only got the two fantasy stories (Ain’t Nuthin’ But a Hellhound in Weirdly III and my urban fantasy/paranormal Where There’s Smoke) but Unbreak Me is more urban fantasy than paranormal and In the Light (for Wishing on a Blue Star) is definitely a dark tale with a fantasy feel even though Weylyn Randall is in it. And how I managed to write anything about Weylyn and not have a sex scene is amazing.

Lots of stuff happening in my world right now. I made two new covers for Pink Petal Books and have a third in the works. You can see those over at Winterheart Design. Rott spent some significant time working on my new computer yesterday and I’m thinking the end is in sight soon which means switching over to the Tribal machine and giving the Green Machine to him.  I think there’s other stuff going on too but hell if I can remember this early in the morning. Just all kinds of things for my mind to wander back and forth through.

It’s raining again here in SoCal, remnants of a typhoon according to my Weather Channel desktop icon. So I think another wet Marcus is in order. I know it’s a repeat from more than a year ago but it sure is worth repeating.

I’ll be doing my first blogging at Castles and Guns on the 2nd so make sure you check it out and see what I have to say on my first day there. If you’re in one of the rainy areas today, try to stay dry. I’ll see you back here on Thursday for some Jimmy Thomas!

Have a great Monday!