Sunday, June 30, 2013

July Fever is nearly here!

1 blog + 31 authors = 31 Days of Hotness

Sofia Grey is hosting July Fever (in which I am participating), with giveaways every day during July, AND weekly prize bundles too.

Look who’s featured for the first 6 days:

1-Jul    ALLYSON LINDT: $20 Amazon GC, Holding Her Close & Toeing The Line (ARC)

2-Jul    JENNAH SCOTT: Scrap Metal e-book & swag

3-Jul    ZOE YORK: 4 copies of What Once Was Perfect e-book

4-Jul    LAURA KAYE: Copy of South of Surrender

5-Jul    MINA KHAN: a signed paperback copy of A Tale of Two Djinns, a book tote, & some swag

6-Jul    LISSA MATTHEWS: an e-book from my backlist

Everyone who comments goes into a draw for the giveaway that day, AND also a draw for the 6-day gift bundle:

Remember, the more you visit, the more you might win! 

Check out this video for all the participating authors (of which I am one)!

Monday, June 24, 2013

Inspirational Liebster Blog Award!

But first, a bit of housekeeping.

This week's post was delayed due to stuff I had to do, namely: upgrade my free blog to a paid blog with its own domain name of So if any of y'all have bookmarked my blog w/the older URL (yeah, right), please update your bookmark (or re-bookmark) so you come to this shiny new URL. I made the switch for business purposes. What specific purposes? Well, if I told ya, I'd have to kill ya. J/K, it's just another step in my self-publishing process, 'cause, like, a URL with just your name and no pesky "blogspot" in it looks more professional and whatnot.

(Y'all, this self-publishing thing's becoming more and more real and, I have to say, it's kinda freakin' me out, a little.)

Right, so; onward with the Inspirational Liebster Blog Award!

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Georgina Morales, blogger at Epitaphs and Headstones and author of Perpetual Night, has offered me the Inspirational Liebster Blog Award, which is mighty groovy of her. She's a super supportive gal and writes some scary-creepy stuff, y'all. Please share the love and check out le magique that she's got goin' on. Thanks, Georgina, for thinking of me!

As with many awards of this stripe, the nominees must complete a certain number of steps to claim it:
  1. Display logo in your blog to show you've been nominated.
  2. Thank and link back to your nominator.
  3. Answer the questions asked by your nominator.
  4. Share 7 things about yourself. 
  5. Nominate 7 other bloggers for the award. 
  6. Notify your nominees.
From Georgina's initial tag, I wasn't sure if I was meant to use the 11 questions she'd answered or what, so I decided to Frankenstein it and use some of those plus some that my sister, Star, and her love-slave came up with. Folks I've tagged, answer these questions, s'il vous plait:

1. What would you peg as an appropriate age of majority?

If we're talking about at what age folks should be permitted to drink, by law: well, kids can go and die in a war for their countries at 18, so they should be able to bloody well order beer at a bar before getting blown up. If we're talking about when I think most folks have completely shed their juvenile dumbassery, maybe 23 or 25. Maybe there should be a test, similar to the SATs or ACTs, in which stupidity levels and common sense are evaluated and those failing to meet the minimum required scores for either category can't get their "I'm an adult" cards. How's that?

2. What would win in a fight: math or science?, 'cause numbers can go only forward or backward, whereas science can go wherever the hell it wants. (Probably?)

3. How do you feel about time travel as a narrative device?

I dig it but think it takes a tight mind to keep track of all the shifts and whatnot. Plus, what about that paradox of a character meeting up with her/his older/younger self? How's that even really possible, huh? OK, it's not, which, I guess, is the whole point.

4. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?

Lust Red, lovers. Lust. Red. (This is a totally legit color, y'all. In fact, all links on my blog that you've not yet clicked are in Lust Red.)

5. What's the last movie you saw in a theater?

Star Trek: Into Darkness. (Luuuuuuuuuurved it!)

6. The power goes out.  It will be out for several hours. What do you do with yourself?

Er...that seems a bit of a personal question, non?

7. Who's your favorite fictional private eye?

Edgar A. Poe's most excellent Le Chevalier C. Auguste Dupin.

8. What's your greatest struggle as a writer?

Disciplining myself to get 'er done.

9. What one book do you think everyone should read?

The one I intend to release this coming September, of course. ;-)

10. What song are you listening to right now?

11. Where in the world would you like to be right now, and why?

Scotland. 'Cause it's bloody cooler than bloody New York, that's bloody why.

Seven Things About Me
  1. Though I romanticize the Regency and Victorian eras in the UK, I'm grateful to live in a time in which air conditioning, asthma inhalers, sanitary napkins/baby diapers, Lindt chocolates, and flavored rums are readily accessible.
  2. I haven't been on a proper vacation in nine years.
  3. I flatter myself as being brilliant with words, however, I'm damned if I can make things pretty with my hands. (I'd make a teacher of Flower Arrangement weep, trust me.)
  4. My fave color combo of late is red, white, and black. Like, I think that my collapsible zebra-striped umbrella sticking out of my red totebag's side pocket is fetching-as-hell.
  5. My fave pizzas are: the Meat Lover's from Pizza Hut, the Four Cheese from Uno, and locally, a Pepperoni Pie from Pizza King (because, to paraphrase my Dad, "Kings don't eat shit.")
  6. My lips are asymmetrical, meaning they don't align when I smile, and that drives me mad.
  7. My bedroom's a hot mess right now. Hot, hot mess.
And My Nominees for the Inspirational Liebster Blog Award are:

My Dudes,
Rest and food are what I need.
And so we part, as I must feed.
To all, goodnight; as well, Godspeed.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

The B-52s & The Go-Go's (A Mostly Crappy Pictorial)

Gawd, I hate putting that superfluous apostrophe in that second band's name. Blerch.

My Dear Friend Nikki and I smile for her infinitely superior phone camera.
Little did we know that within a half hour of the Go-Go's starting we'd
narrowly avoid a brawl with the drunken dudes dangerously
swaying into us. Tossers. We think Security may have escorted them
the hell out of Roseland Ballroom later. At least, we hope.

Jane Wiedlin, rhythm guitarist for The Go-Go's (damn that apostrophe!),
being all adorbz in her Star Trek science officer uniform. Unfortunately,
I couldn't get even minimally decent pics of the rest of the gals.
Too, our enjoyment of the 1st half of the concert was greatly
diminished by the aforementioned altercation, as well as our mutual
realization that we didn't actually know a lot of their music!

We were in better spirits after a break and when The B-52s finally took the stage.
Poor Cindy Wilson was still getting over some illness which rendered
singing tricky and her voice periodically cut out, which was a shame.
But Fred Schneider and Kate Pierson more than made up for it, with
Fred cracking lines in between tunes like, "...when we weren't busy inventing
New Wave..." and "'s one of our world-famous ballads!" and Kate
swingin' her arms & flashing her pearlies with true aerobic instructor
enthusiasm. Lah-lah-LOVED their set. They opened with Planet Claire and
the hits just kept on coming. They wrapped up with Wig and Love Shack,
during which Nikki and I had to bugger off, so as to get our 11:40 train back
into the 'burbs. Alas. Responsible adulthood sux.

My only complaint about The B-52s is that they didn't play Summer of Love which, with the first day of summer coming up, wouldn't have been amiss. Or, which would have been even more fun, one of Fred's solo efforts, as uploaded by some lovely fan on the Youtubes. (Not I, so you can't blame me.) (OK, I am posting it here, so you can blame me for that, if you must.)

Monday, June 17, 2013

How To Dance Goth (Oh My Goth!)

Folks, at some point I plan on a posting some very basic information for you on what it is to be Goth, the origins of Goth, the reason Goths are called Goths, and how the modern Goth gets on in the 21st century, etc.

This is not that time.

Instead, I'd like to share with you this (delightfully tongue-in-cheek) video, "How To Dance Goth," which will, by itself, give you a taste of what today's Goth is like. Sort of.

Prendre plaisir! (Enjoy!)

PS: If any of you are wondering, Balthazar arrived safely in Russia and, last I read, was having a fabulous time.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Writerly Things ~ Time Management

This past week I noticed that many of my fellow bloggers (those who are also writers) lamented their difficulties with time management. Dudes, I am so there with y'all...

For maybe a year, I've been optimistically saying that I'd figure out a system by which I could work full time, regularly read all my fave blogs (of which there are really a LOT), compose two blogs a week, keep up with Facebook and Twitter, and also write.

Well, I haven't. So, rather than flagellate myself for what I can't do, I'm scaling back on my blogging: after this week, I'm moving to a one-blog-a-week posting schedule. I have to focus on my publishing goals and cutting back on blogging is the only way I can see that happening. Mind you, I may periodically post more than once a week, should something tickle my fancy (or someone tickle my libido—y'all know what a shameless hussy I am).

I admire those of you who can juggle all of the above and more. Kudos, peeps. I can't swing it, not at this point in my life. Maybe in future I'll have more head space/energy to tackle more frequent blogging and whatnot (though I have to admit, I'm so burnt out from A to Z that I've totally passed on a bunch of fun blog hops over the past month or so). But for now, I gots editing to do for a book I want to release this fall and a slew of WIPs that have been bitching for my attention for months. Months, people! And I must answer. For Destiny awaits, and I'm tired of awaiting it.

Have y'all scaled back on anything so you could better manage the achievement of your goals?

Thursday, June 6, 2013

What is love...?

" is desire sustained by unfulfillment." ~ Angela Carter

“Love is a fiend, a fire, a heaven, a hell, where pleasure, pain, and sad repentance dwell.” ~ Richard Barnfield

"Love is a grave mental disease." ~ Plato

Baby, don't hurt me...

"Love isn't a battlefield, it's a genocide." ~ Balthzar, The Kid

"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." ~ Matt Groening

"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down." ~ Woody Allen

...don't hurt me...

"Love is so short, forgetting is so long." ~ Pablo Neruda

“A mighty pain to love it is, and 'tis a pain that pain to miss; but of all pains, the greatest pain, it is to love, but love in vain.” ~ Abraham Cowley

" don't make things nice - it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and *die*." ~ Ronny Cammareri, Moonstruck more.

"Someone, tell a joke..." ~ Old Man, Moonstruck

Monday, June 3, 2013

Dating the Lord...

William Blake [Public domain or Public domain],
via Wikimedia Commons
By "dating," I don't mean putting a time stamp on Him, but "dating" as in "going out on a date." Sort of.

Allow me to explain something before I go on. I got fewer than four hours of sleep last night and am typing this, my 200th blog post (W00T!), on my Nokia Windows phone at 6:56am on Saturday, June 1. I've been up since 3am and have been cooling my jets at Denver International airport since about 4:30-ish. I may be slightly delirious.

Anyway, as I've been traveling for work this week, sans laptop or regular access to the Interwebs, now that I've got all this damned time on my hands before my flight (not because of delays, but because my ride to the airport—a former colleague who attended the same conference I did—is, frankly, a masochist who routinely takes 6am flights, whereas I opt for saner, more humane mid-morning flights. I love him like a brother but that mofo is cray),  I'm whiling away the hours before my 10:45 flight by trying to catch up with the dub-dub-dubs a bit.

So I was just reading a blog post by M.J. Joachim at Being Catholic. I discovered her blog through A to Z and, as a striving Catholic myself, enjoy following her thoughts on living the Word in this 21st century world. (I know—a Goth chick with the mouth of a drunken sailor on leave, whose one-track mind travels the bullet train to Lust Land regularly, isn't exactly a poster child for Religion. All I can say in response is that, biblically, God frequently chose the rascals and outright scoundrels to serve Him, so I reckon I'm in good company.)

Uh...what was I saying?

Oh, right; M.J. recently posted about what it means to keep holy the Sabbath day. Essentially, she writes that it's not about blind obedience to doctrine or following through on a habit, but, simply, about loving the Lord.

Now, if any of y'all are people of faith, you may possibly be able to relate when I tell you that my faith flows and ebbs like the ocean. There are times when I feel this almost tangible connection to God the Father, Son, & Holy Spirit and I walk to Mass with a literal bounce in my step 'cause I'm so totally stoked to hang out with my holy Homies, sing my fave hymns, and exchange the Sign of Peace with my fellow parishioners (one of the best bits of Mass, IMO). But quite often I'm just sooooo not in the mood, and even wonder if it's only fear of pissing off the Almighty which inspires me to go church. And of course, I suffer from doubts as to whether there's even any point to going, because maybe all this Jesus jazz is just a big cosmic version of Punk'd being viewed by space critters on Uranus. (On your anus.) (You'd think that, at 42, I'd have long outgrown my love of such juvenile humor.) (Clearly, I haven't.)

A while back, when I'd blown off Mass for several weeks in a row and felt really shitty about it, I got to thinking about the many comparisons made in the bible of God's relationship to His church being like that of a groom to his bride—a deep intimacy in which we (the bride) desperately seek to be thoroughly possessed and ravished by God (the groom). (If you're a regular reader of mine, you may easily grasp how much this imagery revs my motor. And before you get all wigged out, know that many, many others before me have viewed total communion with God in this way. Just as a quick, if not perfect, reference, I'd point you to Holy Sonnet XIV (Batter my heart, three person'd God) by John Donne.) (W00F.)

Right, so...from this bridal couple idea, I mused on the way we seek to please our significant others through various acts of love. You know, you go see that lame movie you'd not go to in a million years because your guy really digs that genre. Or you go on a double date with your gal's BFF/her annoying boyfriend after a loooooooong workday when all you really have the energy for is a six-pack and a pizza. Or you remember that your love's car is parked on the side of the street that's slated for cleaning first thing in the morning so you roll out of bed in the wee hours of the night to move it. And, you know, you get the warm and fuzzies yourself, just from doing all these loving things, right?

Well, from these thoughts, it was just a hop, skip, and electric slide for me to compare attendance at weekly Mass to dating God. This comparison works for me because when I luuuuurve a guy, I really can't do enough for him. I ache to be with him, I yearn for a connection so deep that there's no room for anyone or anything else to come between us. And that's how I feel about God, really. Or that's the way I strive to feel, when the tap of righteousness isn't flowing freely.

I can't claim to be the perfect date, though. I still don't always make it to Mass on the weekends. But I reach out to him every day, to let Him know He's on my mind. And I know I don't always get things right, but I aim to, for Love's sake. I'm not sure what He makes of all this, of me and my admittedly unorthodox ways of adoring Him. I tend to think, though, that He's a pretty groovy Dude whose expansive love can translate every expression of it from me, no matter how garbled.

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