Southern Belle from Hell

I've MOVED!!!

2011-07-09T10:33:00.000-07:00

Hey y'all! After much deliberation, I've decided to move my blog over to wordpress. I know, I suck. I crave customization. And all my other writing friends.. well.. most of them.. are over on wordpress. So I'm experimenting. So... here's the address....

http://lexxxchristian.wordpress.com/

Come follow me......

The Real Me...

2011-03-13T08:36:00.000-07:00

I know... after a long time... here is a pic of me.....weird huh....

Home again, home again...

2011-02-27T18:07:00.000-08:00

jiggidy-jig-- as my mother would have said. Yes, folks, I am back from my very first Con as a professional pornographer. And it was wonderful! First and foremost I want to thank all the folks at Mysticon in Roanoke, VA for being such fabulous hosts. Everyone worked really hard and I truly appreciated their efforts. I had the honor of being on some wonderful panels with some wonderful artists. I think I probably learned more this weekend than I have in years of schooling, and for that I am truly grateful. I also had the opportunity to make some great new friends in the writing/sci-fi/fantasy/erotica realms. I would like to think that they had as much fun meeting me as I did meeting them. I also managed to find hundreds of new books I have to read and seemingly thousands of new ideas to explore in my own writing. I just can't say enough good things about this experience. Thanks everyone!

Now-- on to my recommendations....

I had the opportunity to meet some fantastic writers this weekend that I think all of you should check out as well. The first new person I met was an extraordinary media personality, Bethany Halle. She is the host of a BlogTalkRadio show called The Fire of Fantasy and Darkness. She's an excellent interviewer and was my first victim at Mysticon. But she made me feel quite comfortable and not like the bumbling idiot I felt I was. She spoke to me about Hellsong and just let me ramble on and it was wonderful. You should give her a listen here, despite that horrid second guest (hehehe).

I also had the pleasure of being on several panels with another fantastic writer, Pamela K. Kinney. Pamela has written several books of regional ghost stories-- which is how I found her. My husband, Tally, is a ghost hunter, writer and rabid reader. He had several of her books and passed them on to me. I had the chance to talk with her a great deal during the Con and she has great insights on hauntings and writing. She's also moonlights as an erotic paranormal writer, Sapphire Phelan. Her stories are hot and well written-- highly recommended.

But not everyone I met was feminine. I met another extraordinary writer named Stephen Zimmer. He writes both urban epic fantasy (think Jim Butcher) and epic fantasy. Those are two genres with which I don't have much experience. However, just after hearing Stephen's descriptions of characters and plots--- I CAN'T WAIT TO TAKE HIS BOOKS TO THE BEACH ON SPRING BREAK!! His sensibilities are right up my alley as a lover of horror, blood and mayhem. I can't wait! Check him out if you get a chance-- you'll be excited too.

Of course I had the chance to see some other authors that I had already met, and I was pleased to get to talk with them again: Marcia Colette, Allen Wold and Cassandre Dayne. And as always--- they were both inspirational and awe-inspiring.

I will stop rambling now, as my notebook is staring at me. Hopefully soon I will be able to announce that I have actually finished my second book. Of course if I keep blogging and going out to party, I never will. So... later taters....

'Twas the Night Before Con...

2011-02-24T21:40:00.000-08:00

and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring--- except stupid Lexxx who decided to make these adorable little chocolate roses to adorn her business cards. Between myself and my BFF, Susan, we may NEVER want to see Hershey's Kisses ever again. I must have turned at least a billion of those things into little tulle rosebuds. And I look around my house and its a disaster area. Which is unusual for me. Usually when I'm going out of town, the first thing I do is clean so that I can come home to a nice, clean house. But between schoolwork and writing, I just haven't had the time to do all I'd like. And now I'm so tired....

On the upside, I can't WAIT to get the weekend started. MystiCon is in Roanoke, VA, which is an old childhood stomping ground. I haven't been back in years and so I can't wait to see it again. Lots of great memories there and I hope to make more this weekend. Joining me at the Con will be authors Marcia Colette, Pamela K. Kinney and Tally Johnson among others. I won't be able to post to Blogger over the weekend because I've been banned from ever owning another laptop computer (a long story for another post), however I plan to post lots of pictures on Facebook and do a lot of tweeting. So yes-- everyone can share in my "what the hell was i talking about" moments.

Goodnight, my loves. Keep a lookout for my updates and wish me luck!

Day 2 of Mysti-Madness...

2011-02-22T20:10:00.000-08:00

My Tuesday started out nicely with an update on kickass panels, some smutty goodness from a long ignored story and coffee. For some reason I wasn't thinking about all the stress I've been piling on for so long. And then tonight it hit me. The hormone factory has begun production and I won't be right until at least Friday. And just FYI-- I am up to my eyeballs in hershey kiss roses!!!

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An inhuman roar seemed to shake the stone walls, making Neesa scream, putting her hands over her ears. She peeked out from behind the bed, desperate to see whatever was making that noise. Her brown eyes went wide with disbelief when she saw him. Lord Marek seemed to grow in size with the deafening roar. In a blur of black smoke and shimmer, he leapt at Ioin, his skin bursting open to reveal an enormous black wolf. She screamed when it bellowed again, landing atop her master and pinning him down with two heavy paws on his shoulders. Its teeth were bared and she could see the glistening, hungry saliva dripping from the fangs as it growled threateningly at Ioin.

“Neesa... do something...” Ioin said calmly, staring into the face of the animal. She moved slightly and the beast howled, making her drop to her belly again. He thought he could use the distraction to scramble away, but the beast was cunning and grabbed him by the thigh as he tried to slide from beneath him. Neesa screamed as she watched the wolf tore into his flesh, blood splattering in every direction and quickly turning the rug beneath them to red almost instantly. Neesa watched the struggle helplessly, unsure of what was happening. None of this could be real. Where had that beast come from? Would it devour Ioin only to come for her next? She couldn’t help but think of how she could be free if Lescoux were dead. Still, he was her master and she couldn’t stand by and watch helplessly as this abomination--- whatever it was-- tore him apart.

“Help!” she shrieked over the din of growling and grunting of pain. The grunt turned to screaming as the wolf grabbed Ioin by the shoulder, his teeth sinking in to the bone. It began jerking its head back and forth, tearing the tendons apart with its teeth.

“Help me, Neesa!” Ioin wailed, tearing his arm from the wolf’s grasp. But it would not be deterred and went at him again with renewed vigor. This time, Ioin was anticipating and grabbed the beast’s muzzle, turning it away from him with all the strength he could muster from the ruins of his wounded arm. “Please... hurry!” he pleaded.

Neesa looked around for some kind of weapon, anything. Finding none, she could only shriek again and run for the door. Perhaps she could find some help. As she jerked open the door, she saw Kali and Vasilia standing in the corridor, their faces awash with fear and confusion.

“What’s happening?” Kali hissed, grabbing at Neesa’s arm.

“Just run!” she shouted, shoving them down the corridor. She looked back over her shoulder to see Ioin deliver a kick to the wolf’s flanks, sending it sprawling. It was enough time for him to get to the door, holding his arm. “You’ll pay for this, Marek!” he shouted, though the fear on his face was apparent.

His threat was met with a final deafening roar of triumph that sent them all screaming down the stairs to where their carriage waited below.

CON- Week!!!

2011-02-21T21:37:00.000-08:00

Its Monday, lovelies--- and that would be exactly 4 days until the ole Southern Belle from Hell hits MystiCon 2011. I'll be participating in panel discussions on erotic fiction, writing female genre characters, social networking and others. I really hope that some of you can come over and keep me company at the beautiful Holiday Inn, Tanglewood in Roanoke, VA. I'll have swag and a smart remark for everyone! It's really going to be a blast and a half! And as a special gift.. this week I'm going to try my best to give you a blog and a blurb from the WIP each day til Friday. And then you'll have to check my Facebook for updates and photos from the Con. So here goes....

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His kiss was fast and hard-- taking her completely by surprise. She found herself giving up to it, opening her mouth to invite him inside. His tongue slid over hers with a maddeningly slow sensation. She whined softly against his mouth and pushed her body against him eagerly. She wanted more. She wanted to take his breath into her body, giving it new life. She pulled his lip between her teeth, rolling it gently against them and tasting the flesh. After a time, he broke their kiss, pushing her gently back against the pillows.

Sascha was panting, feeling a little embarrassed that she’d gotten so carried away. Had she angered him once again with her maladroit manner? She cast a curious gaze in his direction. “Have I done something wrong, my Lord?” she asked with a nervous quiver.

“Only that you won’t call me by my given name,” he purred, leaning over her again to kiss softly at the crest of her cheekbone. “Your passion is never wrong. Merely unexpected.” She nodded slowly in agreement as he ran his fingertips through the tangled mess of her hair. They traced her jawline, coming to rest just under her chin. He used them to tip her mouth upwards to receive him. Just before making contact, he pulled back just out of her reach. She whimpered and he chuckled, teasing her. Over and over they played this cat and mouse game until finally she won, crushing her mouth against his until her lips were swollen and pouting. “Slowly, love,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. And then his lips were against the hollow just beneath her earlobe. She purred when his lips took the small bit of flesh between them, nibbling gently. His fingers roamed down her front to tangle in the strings of her bodice, pulling at them until the heavy brocade fell away, leaving behind the sheer silk chemise below. She felt her cheeks light up and knew that they had turned bright pink. She clenched her fists at her sides, wanting so badly to cover herself, but also embarrassed by her modesty. The thin fabric clung to her body like a second skin, outlining every curve and settling into the V between her thighs. She shifted uncomfortably in a vain attempt to soothe the burning that radiated from her center. His thumb brushed against a small bruise just over the curve of her breast. Sascha winced, trying not to whimper with pain.

So MystiCon.... who's with me?!

2011-01-31T18:57:00.000-08:00

OK.. so my first official Con as an author is coming up at the end of February and I couldn't be more excited. I got my schedule today and I'm just completely psyched for it. I know I may sound like a complete and utter dumbass when I actually get on a panel, but at least that's entertaining for others. Here's what I think--- I'll be needing a whole army of devotees. So, I'm planning to bring a big bag of swag for those of you that come to bask in the glow of my magnificence. LOL... did that sound convincing enough? Yeah... I didn't think so. But I am bringing the swag and I'd love to see anyone and everyone that comes by.

As for the work in progress--- I'm 50 pages from the end. Thank heavens! I think after this is done, I'll take a break and finish some of these short fic ideas that have been simmering in my head. I just hope that after all this work, someone will actually want to buy the newest book. I would hate to think I wasted all this time. But since I haven't posted in so long... I suppose its only fitting that I post a little for reading pleasure. OH... and yeah.. if you have any feedback for me or just want to ask a question, I'm always open to emails at lexxx.christian@gmail.com or on my Facebook page.

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The rush of coppery bittersweetness rushed into his mouth as his teeth scraped her skin. He gasped, startled by his error. He knew that it would take much more of his venom to infect her, but still he had to be cautious. One taste of her blood would make him want more. His tongue flickered across the swollen flesh and allowed himself to gather the tiny pearl of blood that collected in the miniscule dimple at the point of her nipple. Sascha groaned beneath him and he was sure that she hadn’t even felt the tiny pang. He brushed her obsidian locks away from her neck and bent down, inhaling her scent where it was strongest, just under her ear. “God, Sascha...” he growled. “If only you could feel how much I need you.” His hands, once content to circle lightly over her middle, were beginning to stray to more exotic destinations, alighting on her thigh, just over her knee. He watched her face for any signs of fear, but her eyes were closed and she had her lower lip poised between her teeth. Meeting with no resistance, he became bolder, sliding his hand along her thigh and rubbing the inside gently. He heard her sharp intake of breath, but she didn’t stop him. With gentle pressure, he pushed her thigh to one side, opening her sex to him. The untouched flesh with its silken curls prickled at the rush of cool air against it. She made a soft whimper and he pulled back slightly. “Relax, little one,” he soothed, his voice barely a whisper. His hands avoided her sex purposefully, stroking along the edge of her hip and down each thigh. He smiled, enjoying watching her reactions as his fingertips barely brushed the edge of her pubis. He leaned down, his lips a whisper against her ear. “Tell me to stop.”

“No,” she purred, nuzzling against his cheek. “Don’t stop.”

He smiled again, taking her earlobe between his teeth and nibbling gently, careful this time not to nick the gossamer skin. His breath against the cuff made her shiver visibly. Raising his nose to the air, he inhaled deeply, taking in the musky scent of her arousal. It made him hungry and for a fleeting moment he was afraid that control would be fleeting. Her fingertips reached out to him. He could tell that she wanted to touch him and he allowed her, taking her tiny hand and pressing it to the strong curvature of his muscular chest. Once there, she was keen to explore, if somewhat timid. He tried to encourage her with a soft groan, watching her fingertips circle the small circular nipples. She smiled as if pleased with herself and scraped the smooth edge of her nail across it. He gasped and it was his turn to shiver.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, her eyes suddenly wide with apprehension.

“Not at all,” he reassured her. “Merely made me shudder with my desire for you.” He stroked her cheek with a featherlight tough, turning her face away so that he could weave a snaking path of kisses from her temple to the center of her breast.

Just as he took the nipple into his mouth, sucking it deeply inside, his fingers finally strayed to her center. Cautious and gentle, he brushed the back of his hand over the silken mound of flesh. She mewed and made a movement to pull away, but Cianan wouldn’t let her, holding her close with a heavy hand on her hip and the other clamped firmly over her sex. “Just lie still,” he commanded in a rasp. Before she could protest, he began to move the heel of his palm in firm strokes. She gasped, arching her body with an involuntary jerk. He whispered another reassurance and she calmed. He kissed her forehead before sitting up and crawling into the space between her thighs. Cradling her ankle, he pulled each leg to rest on either side of his kneeling form. From this vantage point he could see everything. Every breathless sigh would be his to feast upon.

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WTF!?

2011-01-11T22:18:00.000-08:00

OK... tonight is the first installment of a series of posts that i shall entitle: What the Fuck?!

What the fuck is up with a world where a perfectly decent, wonderful human being has to face the choice of life or death. I see perfectly lovely wastes of skin that could be getting cancer, walking out in traffic, having mines collapse on them--- but its never those people. Its always your friends who do everything they can to help you out. Or a teacher that gives every day of her life to better someone else's children. Or your mom who was always there for you. People that should be left right here to be with you always. Sadly, it doesn't work that way. WTF??!!

The moral of this story is--- tell the people that are important to you that you love them. They need to hear it. And don't put it off.

Hellsong - All Romance Ebooks

2011-01-07T15:41:00.000-08:00

Cool... I hadn't realized I was on All Romance. KEWL!!

Hellsong - All Romance Ebooks

Can someone out there tell me what Christmas is all about?!!

2010-12-17T20:53:00.000-08:00

Well, Charlie Brown... I'll tell you--- its about vacation! Today was the last day of school before Christmas holidays and I am just pleased as punch! It has been so hard for me to find time to write since the school year has started-- which you may have noticed with the scant blog postings. I just figured that my limited time would be better served by writing rather than blogging. We all know how blogging can be a distraction from the matter at hand. But over the next couple of weeks, it should be easier to do both. And trust me... I need to write. I'm sitting on 43K right now and not even close to being finished. I've been writing the same sex scene for two weeks and its starting to get on my nerves. Not to mention I have a short story that's been drilling into my brain for a couple of months now. But I've promised myself that I won't start on it until this Beast thing is over with. And once its over with, I think I'm going to delve into the world of short fiction for a while. 10K tops. The problem is, I'm too verbose. BUT-- I think I'll post some of that WIP down here. But not before reminding you that Hellsong would make an EXCELLENT gift for all those people on your list getting Nooks and Kindles. Here's where you can get it. Everyone needs a little angel sex in their lives. Especially at such a festive time of year! Anyway... WIP....
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“I won’t keep company with someone who would attack my mate.”
Mate. The word hit Sascha like a pile of stones. Her body went rigid in his arms and she pulled back instinctively. “Your mate?” she croaked.
“Does it disturb you to know that is what you are?”
Her mouth worked wordlessly, unsure of what to say. What could she say to that? She could only shake her head in disbelief. “Not exactly,” she said after a few moments. “I’m just not sure what you mean.”
Cianan smiled, using his fingertips deftly to tie the final bandage. “You’re my mate. You’ve been marked since the day you were born.”
“But--” she stammered. “You barely know me.”
“I know you much better than you think, little one.” He was finished wrapping her ankle, but still held her calf in his hand, stroking the skin absently as he spoke. “Remember those roses your father used to bring you?”
“Of course.” She smiled at the memory. “Every week when he returned from the markets. He never told me where they came from--”
“I gave you the first one myself. You were nine days old.”
Sascha laughed. “Forgive me, my Lord. But that would be impossible. You couldn’t have been more than ten years old yourself--”
“Forty.”
“What did you say?”
“I was forty years old the Winter of your birth.”
“But that would make you at least sixty--”
“Sixty-one.”
“But--” Sascha stammered. “You don’t look a day over thirty.”
“I’m a werewolf, Sascha. We---” He looked as if he searched for the right words to explain his condition upon the walls. “We don’t age as others do.”
She stared at him a moment, her eyes wide with wonder. “Will you live forever?” Her voice was laced with awe.
“Perhaps,” he grinned. “I haven’t lived forever yet.”
She went silent, taking in everything he’d said. Could it be possible that he would be immortal? To live forever without aging a day? “Such a gift,” she said finally. “To see the world change around you. Knowing that the whole world is at your feet--”
“It is a curse,” he snapped. He stood up quickly and she flinched, sure she had ignited his rage once again. “Knowing each day that all that I love will eventually turn to ash and dust. Watching their bodies wither and fade while I stay trapped in this unchanging skin.” His jaw was set in a hard line and she could tell he was trying desperately to keep his temper. “And though I know you’re my mate-- can feel it with every breath I take-- I already grieve for your fragility. Our time is too short--” He turned away from her, gazing out the window at the cliffs below. “Too short.”
Sascha watched him move with a fascination she couldn’t explain. He was so beautiful and strange. His melancholy consumed him utterly, betraying his strength, but nonetheless alluring in his splendor. When he turned his fiery eyes to hers again, she could see the longing he felt and knew that what he’d said was true. She was his mate. “You mustn’t dwell on that which cannot be changed, my Lord. Your very existence is proof of magic in this world--”
Cianan laughed darkly. “You are so very much like Bella. Even under the deepest cloak of darkness, she could see the light.” He smiled again. “Her soul shines so brightly within you. I’ve always felt it.”
“You can feel me?” Sascha asked, desperate to understand.
“Of course. When I close my eyes and quiet my thoughts-- I can feel your heart beating. Hear your breath. Smell your scent. It’s how I found you in the forest.”
She rose as he spoke, limping slightly to close the space between them. “How?”
“I wish I knew,” he whispered. “But never doubt it.” He turned to face her when he felt her cool hand upon his shoulder. “Our souls are entwined, Sascha. And no matter how long you live, or how many lives you traverse--” His words weakened her and she stumbled on her wounded ankle, but he caught her easily, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her body against his. “I will always find you.” Tangling his hand in the mussed curls at the back of her head, he tipped her mouth upwards to meet his in an insistent kiss. At first she tried to pull away, not knowing how to react, but he held her fast, not letting her escape. And when he teased her mouth open with his tongue and delved inside, she found that escape was the farthest thing from her mind. She let him in eagerly, instinct taking over and letting their tongues play together in a sensual dance that left her panting his name. “You are my mate,” he growled, licking his lips.
“Yes,” she sighed, dizzy with his closeness and intoxicated by his taste that still lingered on her tongue. He loosened his hold on her a little and she stepped backward to clear her head. She quickly discovered the extent of her injury as a shooting pain shot from her ankle all the way to her thigh when she put her weight down. She gasped through clenched teeth and nearly went down on her knees. He caught her just in time, gathering her into his arms and lifting her off her feet. “Your mate,” she sighed, her head swimming as he turned.
He made almost a purring sound deep in his throat as he crossed the room in two strides. He lay her down gently across his bed, their eyes locked on one another. Sascha remembered the words she’d read in Bella’s journal and waves of trepidation and excitement began to rise in the pit of her belly. After all this time of wondering about her purpose in this place, now that everything was clear-- she was uncertain all over again. She visibly shivered as he looked down on her with those warm honeyed eyes.

From the depths...

2010-11-16T18:57:00.000-08:00

... out she crawls into the sun. I wish I could say that the last two weeks had been more productive-- but they really haven't. I've been making progress on the WIP slowly but surely. It's coming along. Of course I wish I could hurry and finish. I have another muse bending my ear and I keep telling him to shut it because I really should finish one thing before I start another. But I can't help thinking about it. Its something short, from the dark corners of my mind. And its still cooking. Maybe by December I'll be able to devote some brain space to it.

BTW... It's a really good thing I'm not participating in NaNoWriMo this year. A lot of my peers are and I really don't mean to be discouraging about it. Anything that shakes loose the cobwebs is a good thing, I feel. Of course, I'm from the camp that says "Nobody can write a great novel in a month." But maybe that's just my own opinion of myself. I've been working on the current WIP since June and still have 13K to go. At least. So I'm not exactly the poster child for pounding out projects at lightning speed. Maybe if I didn't have to devote much of my brain to teaching full time, I could do myself justice. And I refuse to feel guilty for coming home after working at least 9 hours at a mentally demanding job and indulging in my SL habit to only crank out maybe 500 words. I do try to make up for it on Thursday nights and over the weekend. And I've taken to writing during the kids' lunchtime. Ever try to write smut while opening someone's ketchup? Not easy.

Anyway, I'll stop whining now. Except for one thing--- GO OUT AND BUY A COPY OF HELLSONG...LOL.

Cee Lo Green 'What Part Of Forever'

2010-11-05T15:23:00.000-07:00

This song is completely in my heart right now. Take a listen. You'll be happier.

I HATE WINTER...

2010-11-05T15:16:00.000-07:00

I thought everyone knew that you couldn't keep a Southern Belle at 50 degrees. Its kind of depressing to think that this is the beginning of the cold weather, that's its going to get much colder and that the winter months are stretching out before me like a road full of burning coals that I'm going to have to walk through barefoot. *LE SIGH* But, we will have stories to keep us warm, won't we, my lovelies??

In personal news... my awesome friend and beta reader, Mia, got some EXCELLENT news today. After a long road of chemo and radiation, she's been declared IN REMISSION!!! It really makes you feel good to know that there is a God and that He is out there and listening. She's one of the more awesome people I know and I can't imagine a world where she's not in it. So... SCORE ONE FOR THE GOOD GUYS! And yes Mia, I will be sending a nice gift-wrapped Saraqael to your door for Christmas. Just keep him warm-- angels get cranky in snow.

Its been a long time since I posted, I know. I've actually been busy writing on the WIP and I really hope to be done with it by the end of this month so I can send it out to some lucky submission editor. So if I'm slow to post, you know why. That being said, I can't resist giving you a taste.... see the bottom of the post. Also-- yours truly is going to be a guest at Mysticon in Roanoke, VA on Feb. 25th- 27th, 2011. I'd love to see anybody and everybody. I have to have enough folks to ride in the party bus...lol. J/K.

Without further ado---- a piece from the as of yet untitled WIP---

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“I see you’ve decided to join me after all,” Marek’s voice echoed from across the room, making Sascha jump. She turned to see him standing in front of a long dining table. His hands were clasped behind him, making him look even larger than before. He looked somewhat calmer this time-- less wild. His long, black mane still fell across his brow in unkempt waves, but it shone brightly in the firelight. He wore simple black leggings tucked into riding boots that stopped at the knee and an ivory shirt laced just over his sternum. He was, in a word, breathtaking in his masculine beauty. Sascha approached him cautiously, concentrating on keeping her breath even and silently cursing the smooth bottoms of her slippers. She just knew she was going to fall down on her way crossing the space between them.

“As you wished, My Lord,” she replied, bowing clumsily.

“No,” he answered sharply. “In a gown, you are to curtsey. Try to remember that you aren’t a stableboy.” One corner of his generous mouth turned slightly upward as if he wanted to smile. He took her hand as she curtseyed, nearly losing her balance. He chuckled, leading her to the seat across from his.

As they sat, she noticed that only one end of the table had been set. It struck her as funny that they were only two people sitting at a table meant for at least twenty. She tried to stifle her laughter, but a small sound escaped and she covered her mouth quickly.

“Something amuses you?” he asked.

“No, My Lord,” she stammered.

“Oh please, little one, speak freely,” he replied, pouring wine into his goblet.

“Well,” Sascha began, unsure as to whether she should continue. “The dining room. It seems so absurd that two people should dine in such a grand room alone.” She looked down at her lap, trying to look demure rather than embarrassed.

Marek nodded and leaned back against his chair casually. “Perhaps you’re right,” he said, taking a sip of wine. “Tomorrow in my bedchamber, then.” He stared into her eyes pointedly, his innuendo clear.

Sascha cleared her throat, knowing that her face was bright red. She shifted in her seat a little, a sudden warmth settling between her legs.

Marek smiled victoriously, inhaling the scent of her arousal almost immediately. “You’ll have to forgive me, girl. I’m not really used to company.”

Before she could reply, Anya entered with a large tray, setting it on the table between them. “Shall I serve, My Lord?”

“No, thank you, Anya,” he replied, his eyes never leaving Sascha’s. “I’m sure that we can manage.” Anya gave a slight bow and sent a reassuring smile in Sascha’s direction before disappearing into the kitchen again. Leaning forward, he pulled the cover off of the tray, revealing roasted venison that smelled so inviting that Sascha’s stomach growled. Her mouth ached as it watered hungrily. Marek motioned for her to help herself.

“I couldn’t serve myself before you, My Lord,” she mumbled.

“Of course you could,” he replied. “I actually ate earlier.” He smiled, remembering the way in which he’d acquired tonight’s meal. “Please. You look as if you need it more than I.” He watched with interest as she served herself, pulling at the meat with her fingers. She tore into it as if she hadn’t eaten in years and was sure someone would take it away. He watched for several more minutes, allowing her to finish before speaking again. “Poor child. You really have been neglected, haven’t you?”

She swallowed self-consciously before taking a generous gulp of wine from her goblet. “What do you mean, My Lord?”

“You eat with both hands like a savage,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Not at all the way a lady should.”

Sascha blushed again. This time not with embarrassment or fear, but with hurt anger at his criticism. “You asked that I eat.”

“Not as if you were killing it with your bare hands.” He took another drink from his goblet and rose slowly, walking around the table and standing behind her. He leaned down, his mouth against her ear. “If you are to live in my house,” he whispered, “you will behave in all situations as a lady.” Sascha felt her heart pounding beneath her chest, feeling as if it would push everything she’d eaten back into her throat. Marek reached forward and took the fork at the side of her plate between his fingertips. “These utensils were created so that we don’t have to behave like animals.” He offered the instrument to her and she took it, her hands shaking.

Marek straightened to his full height and turned, walking away from the table towards the corridor. Before leaving, he turned back to her. “If you insist on acting as a beast, I can assure you that I will treat you as such,” he said calmly before disappearing down the hallway.

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Tuesday blaaaahs...

2010-10-26T18:33:00.000-07:00

Most people have contempt for Mondays. Its a reminder of the end of the weekend. Generally a day to do things that you put off on Friday. But Mondays don't really bother me. It's Tuesdays that really chap my ass. I'm just bored and moving slowly. I'm up to 32K on the newest project, which is great--- but I just wish I could get my ideas down faster. And today I seem to be in slower motion than usual. It all started this morning when I was so sleepy I just couldn't stand it. I wanted to fall asleep standing up. Which is so stupid-- I got more sleep last night than usual. Anyway-- thanks for listening to my blahs. As a reward.. here's some of the WIP----->

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Sascha had been a slave at The Golden Goblet Tavern for nearly nine years. Ever since her father had sold her to Mr. Longwillow just after her mother’s death. And most of the time, she didn’t mind it too much, but putting up with Penny and Mr. Longwillow’s daughter Sera often became tiresome. They were always ordering her around; finding the most horrid things for her to do: scrubbing floors, swabbing out the outhouse, slopping the hogs-- all those things that no one else wanted to do. And Mr. Longwillow, while he was a nice old man, never seemed to catch them in the act of being unkind. Of course, he always believed their lies about her as well. Too many times she’d found herself locked in the broom closet for her imagined infractions. But such is the life of a slave in the village of Kaspar.

Sascha moved in and out between the tables, wiping them clean of spilled ale and the occasional blood splatter. It was pointless work, really. Almost as soon as she was done, someone would come in and mess it all up again. As if on cue, Sera shoved past Sascha, making her stumble over a chair. “Careful, wench,” she said, a mocking smile on her lips. “You’re in my way.”

Sascha glowered. “How about looking where you’re going,” she replied in a low mumble.

“What was that, slave?” Sera whipped around, a threatening glow in her eyes.

Sascha straightened up to her full height, staring at the other girl. “I said, look where you’re going.” She dropped the rag on the table beside them and balled her fists by her sides. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with Sera’s wickedness today.

“You should watch your mouth, slave,” Sera snarled, though backing off slightly. She knew all too well that Sascha could fight like a boy. Many times in their childhoods had Sascha bloddied Sera’s nose. And although she’d always been punished, Sera’s nose was still crooked.

“Yeah,” Penny chimed in. “Slaves with smart mouths get sent to Lord Marek.”

Sascha opened her mouth to respond but at the mention of his name, the words died on her lips. Lord Marek was the most feared man in all of Kaspar. And with good reason. He was the ruling entity in this village and that meant that his word was law. He was rarely seen in town and when he was, he struck an imposing figure. Standing at over six feet and towering above all the other men in town, his frame was bulky and solid from years of battles. He had a mane of thick black hair that twisted and curved in unkempt waves all the way to his shoulder. Beneath that tangle of hair, his golden eyes peered out, seeming to bore right into your soul. On the rare occasions that he smiled, his lips parted to reveal too many pearl white teeth, highlighted by sharp canines. But size and teeth aside, Marek was not a man to be trifled with and did not suffer fools. Men who had foolishly ignited his rage rarely lived to tell the tale.

Happy Saturday Morning!

2010-10-16T08:44:00.000-07:00

Once again its a bright Saturday morning-- enjoy it, folks. Have some coffee on me. If only I had coffee. I'm staring longingly at the coffeepot and wishing that I had some filters. Actually, I'm staring at the coffeepot and wishing I had a Starbucks in the backyard. Anyway, its been a week since the release of Hellsong and I keep waiting to feel as if I'm really accomplished. I really kind of don't. I keep feeling like there's more that I should be doing. More attempting to get the word out. More walking up to random people on the street and saying "Hey-- wanna read an eBook?" But it must be doing some good. I've been told that I am, in fact, selling some copies.

That being said, its back to the grindstone with me. I was hit with a blast of inspiration on Thursday and began writing Beauty and the Beast again. Which is good, because I'm on the downhill side of that one. 30K and counting. You all know how I love to count words. As of right now the working title choices are: Bound by Beauty (very S&M I feel) or Beauty Fades. It's kind of frustrating for me not to have a title. I've always been one of those people who needs to have a title to keep going. Hellsong got its name fairly early on. The voodoo project even has a title : Love You to Death (after the Type O Negative song that inspired it). I often find titles in songs, but for some reason, nothing seems to be fitting for the Beauty and the Beast project. If you have any suggestions, I'll be glad to entertain them. Remember-- I'm lexxx.christian@gmail.com Anyway, have a great day, peeps. Enjoy the crispy air of autumn!

BACK IN THE SADDLE!

2010-10-13T20:42:00.000-07:00

OK.. I'm almost afraid to say it... but I think I've gotten through the writers' block on Beauty and the Beast. Which is bad news for the voodoo novel, but I'm glad I can go back to things after being away for a while. I'll keep you posted on the progress.

So.... anyone read that awesome Hellsong book yet? :-) I hear its a scream. I joke, but I am so nervous that no one will be interested in reading it. Others assure me that the very idea is ridiculous, but I just have this gnawing feeling that my baby is going to be ignored or passed over or not do anything at all. *Shrug* I'm told that this is a normal feeling for authors and that it never really passes, but it does get some better.

On promotional news-- the big SL party is on Monday night and I am so not ready. I have three more readings at least to record and send to the long-suffering DJ Wham. But of course, I have friends in this week and Tally's storytelling festival (see further down the page), so I may be up at four in the morning recording in audacity. When I get all the wavs done, I'll put them up here so anyone who wants can listen.

As for the storytelling festival--- Tally, the husband, has put together this fantastic Ghost Walk and Talk Festival at the Chester County Library this weekend. It starts tomorrow and runs through Saturday afternoon. There will be storytellers, ghost hunters, a ghost hunt, an amateur storyteller contest and more. If you're in the Upstate South Carolina area, you should come out. Send me a message on Facebook and I can tell you more if you're interested. I'll also be there, so you can come yell at me about all the things I did wrong in Hellsong if you like.

And this concludes tonight's ramblings...

SQUEEEEEEEE!!!!

2010-10-09T07:24:00.000-07:00

Hey folks! That's right-- the book releases today. Go on over to Sugar and Spice Press and get your copy. You can download it right to your computer in PDF or a number of eReader devices. Or if you're more advanced, you can put it right there on you cell phone so you can read smut at work while no one is looking. C'mon.... you know you want to. All the cool kids are buying it....

By the way... I know there's no acknowledgements in the book, but I just wanted to thank a few people here in public so they know I love them....... Tally, you are, as always, a constant source of inspiration for both the good guys and the bad. Hey... the bad guys do the best smut. Jayel and Sarah-- my sisters and best friends-- you've always been there for me and let me be the baby sister and I really appreciate it. Susan-- my BEASTIE. Your constant support and venting sessions and venti coffees have made my whole life better. Thanks sweets! Amy-- my redheaded vixen-- you're always there pushing me and telling me how awesome I am and I really need that. Thanks for your help every step of the way, Grammatica. Dahlia-- You have inspired me more than you can ever know. Without you, I'd probably still be writing fan fiction. Brie-- the world's most awesome editor. Thanks for putting up with me and guiding me in the right direction, even when I fought you. Last but not least, Mia, Lana and Wham, my SL faves-- you guys have been there in the middle of the night when I was crying over edits or worrying that no one would ever read this book and you put up with it every time. Thanks for being my virtual shoulders.

OK.. now.. that's out of the way... I'm sure I forgot some people and if I did... I'm really sorry. There's been so many that have made a mark on my life... it would be hard to remember them all in print.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow...

2010-10-08T13:43:00.000-07:00

That's right, faithful readers--- tomorrow is the release date for Hellsong. I'm just giddy with worry, excitement and anticipation. I just want to know what other people think of it. But then again, I'm scared of that too. But seriously, I hope that everyone who buys a copy will enjoy it. If I can bring a moment's pleasure to one person's life, I feel I've done my job. That being said... here's today's excerpt------------>

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As anyone who lives there will tell you, New Orleans’s history can be divided into two

parts—before the storm and after. Since the storm, the entire atmosphere had changed. It had

been so alive, once upon a time. A mystical land of Mardi Gras and magic beads. Creole flavor

and the underlying sense of mystery were all a thing of the past. Before the storm, the hurricane

was just a drink. Its fruity sweetness spoiled with the taste of despair and ruin. Once the spirit of

a place had been lost, it was very difficult to retrieve it. What used to be a passing friendliness

with the dead had become near obsession. Cemeteries were crowded, overflowing with mourn-

ers of loved ones gone too soon. Churches were more active than ever. If Saraqael had chosen

someplace else, perhaps his human bones wouldn’t be so exhausted. But New Orleans had a de-

cided advantage for him. The veil was very thin here. If one looked closely, he could almost

see the wandering spirits, passing from all points in the ethereal plane.

Saraqael was the last of his kind. The Grigori were outcasts from Heaven and he was the

only one to survive his position. All of the others had become too in love with the idea of the hu-

man condition. Perhaps the only reason he had lasted this long was that he saw the human con-

dition far too clearly. It was true that they had a great capacity for love and compassion. In fact,

there were those who said the human race rivaled the angels in their ability to empathize. But

where there is love, so is there hate. And that senseless loathing of one another that manifested

itself in murder, rape, violence. That was why he had never succumbed to their charms. Like the

others before him, he had often longed for the companionship of another, but as the years passed,

he knew that no human would ever be a suitable companion for the likes of him. He would make

himself content to watch over them, protect them like children, but never touch them.

The blood of the demon he’d slain still stained his fingernails and he put his hands behind

his back as he walked down the darkened street. He didn’t want to be reminded of his earlier

deed. He kept his head down as he walked, trying not to make eye contact with anyone he met.

He didn’t want to know what they were thinking.

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PS-- Don't forget-- release party at Flanagan's Pub in Second Life on Monday, Oct. 18th, 9-11 EST. Shoot me a message in FB if you want to attend but have no idea how to get an avatar.

I See You Shiver with Antici----

2010-10-06T13:53:00.000-07:00

PATION! Hehe... Hey there folks. Its Wednesday, Oct. 6th-- 3 days before the release of my first novel Hellsong (yeah, like you didn't know). And boy, am I excited. Publishing a novel is something I've always wanted to do and it really is like a childhood dream fulfilled. Thanks to everyone who has made it possible. And I won't bother naming names... I'm sure you know who you are. But I'm so grateful to have such supportive family, friends and colleagues.

That being said-- if any of you faithful readers out there has a Second Life avatar, I will be reading portions of my book at Flanagan's Pub on Monday, October 18th from 9-11 EST (that's 6- 8 SLT). In addition to readings, we'll be chatting, flirting and listening to my playlist while we dance our virtual asses off. There's also going to be a costume contest with 1,000 Ls (that's lindens if you aren't a nerd) for the Best in Angel and Demon. If you don't have an av, then go get one silly-- that's why I put the link up there. If you do decide to seek us out-- I'm Scarlett Thirdborn-- just shoot me an IM when you get in world.

And without further ado--- here's today's teaser----------------------->

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Voices. They were everywhere at once. Deafening pleas and prayers from every corner

of the universe. It was as if he had an antenna on the top of his head that tuned him in to every radio station with perfect clarity every second of every day. Sometimes he covered his ears, trying to block it out, but it never stopped. They echoed in his sleep, softly at first and then screaming until he had no choice but to answer. He'd always thought that one day he would get used to it, but in all his long years, it had never waned. Through drink or drugs, he could quiet his mind enough to rest, but they were never silent. He supposed that it was a fitting punishment for those of his persuasion.

Saraqael lay in his bed, his head aching with the constant noise. Most nights it was easier

to block them out, but tonight was different. Since the war had begun, the suffering on this

world was great and he could hear all of it. The gift of empathy was a curse and there were days he wished he could give it back. “Shut up...” he sighed, crossing his arms over his face. He knew that he wouldn't get any peace tonight so he may as well get up and get it over with.

5 Days More...

2010-10-04T20:18:00.000-07:00

Hello out there, my lovelies. I had a fantastic time at the beach for a little mini-vacation. I even managed to get a little work done on the newest project. All I can say is that there are voodoo spirits involved. I seem to lack direction lately-- but I think I may be able to settle on this for a while. My beastie says that I'm having this problem because I'm worried about the book release. Which is probably true. That being said... I owe you all some more teasing....

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On the other side of the door, Saraqael hadn’t moved an inch. He listened as she began filling up the bathtub and smiled, glad that she trusted him enough for the time being to stay the night. The door was old and it wasn’t unusual for the damn thing to slip off the fastener and fall open. As if by Divine intervention, it creaked open , allowing Saraqael to see inside. He started, thinking that she was sure to notice that the door had opened. His hand closed over the knob and he started to close it again , but as the steam began curling out through the crack, he could see the silhouette of her shoulder. Her skin was pale and unblemished there, so much in fact, that, for a split second, Saraqael was sure that she was an angel, too. He followed the line upward along the back of her neck to the tiny curled locks at the base of her head. She reached back and grasped the end of her braid. She pulled it until her reddish hair tumbled down over her shoulders. She shook it out, and stretched.

He watched intently as her hands slid down her body and over her hips. His eyes followed the gentle slope of her pelvis and down her leg. His brain kept telling him to close the door, but he found that his body was disobeying. It was a feeling that he couldn’t quite place. Something primal that he’d never felt. A hunger that he knew would never be sated. Something human. His eyes drank her in greedily and he was desperate for more when she stepped to one side and the steam enveloped her again. His fist clenched and released at his side as if he were fighting to keep from throwing the door open to go inside and touch her.

“Pipe down, Angel-boy,” he growled to himself, bringing his fist against his thigh as hard as he could. The sharp bite of pain was enough to break the spell and he closed the door again as quietly as he could. He leaned against it , trying to clear the haze of very human lust from his head. “That’s not for you,” he chanted to himself, closing his eyes and remembering his promise.

One week, one day...

2010-10-01T14:04:00.000-07:00

Yes, children. One week and one day til the release of Hellsong! I'm so excited I'm just about to burst. I've been so high strung lately that my family insisted that I go on a weekend excursion to the beach. They had to twist my arm, but eventually I gave in. So I won't be posting again until Sunday. BUT... knowing how faithful and demanding some of you are (and you know who you are)... I will give you a slow juicy tease. C'mon... you know you want it...
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“Dantalion.” A voice from behind broke his reverie. He turned to see a thin man in a three-piece suit staring at him. He wasn't as tall as Dantalion, but most were not. His hair was cut closely and, to a human, he must have looked like an accountant or dentist. Only the crimson streaks that flashed in the irises of his eyes would give him away. He flashed Dantalion a glimpse of his fiery wings as he approached.

“Haures. It’s been long since last we met.”

“That it has,” he replied, falling into step with Tal. “What brings you here to the gates of Hell?”

“I'm just passing through. It's not really safe for us to open a portal on the street, given the current climate.”

Haures smiled wickedly. “Wars rage in the Outer Worlds. It's bound to overlap. Though I've heard that you've been quite busy here in the land of the living.”

“Oh, really?”

“Of course. This place is always awash with gossip. Word has it that Lucifer is quite pleased with your talents. Sees you as some sort of secret weapon. Even despite your previous failures…”

Tal smirked, shaking his head. “Perhaps you know more than I do, old friend. You know Lucifer, he never tells one more than they need to know in the moment.” The truth was, his purpose mattered little anymore. He had been given a task and he would fulfill it. Rumor had it that this girl was the final piece of the puzzle for Lucifer's little war. Tal rolled his eyes, thinking of it. It would rage forever and no one would ever be satisfied. What were they fighting for anyway? This cesspool of disease and hate? No, thank you. His only stake in that fight was revenge. He would like nothing more than to see the crystalline spires of Heaven come crashing into the ocean, devoured by the flames of Hell. To be able to stand over a dying Heavenly Father and say, “I told you so.”

The two demons strolled through the doors at the end of the corridor and into the darkness of the nightclub. Tal winced again, the loud music hurting him. Sometimes he hated this weakened human form. Everything on Earth was too loud, too bright—too much—and his heightened senses couldn't take it. Haures laughed at his friend. “You really must learn to control your discomfort,” he shouted. “If the Powers ever figure out our weaknesses down here…”

“I know. They'll be after us with flashlights and speakers.”

“Among other things.” Haures clapped him on the shoulder and led him through the dance floor. The crowd seemed to boil, moving as one mass in their dance. As they moved through them, the human women seemed to smell their scent and their thoughts were so loud that Tal laughed at their absurdity. “What's so funny?”

“These women. It's like they can smell us.”

“Ah yes... so many souls, so little time,” Haures purred, letting his fingertips drift across the shoulder of a petite blonde. “You should stay a while and indulge yourself.” Roughly, he grabbed the girl and pressed her body to his. Instantly, she had a look of ecstasy and crumpled against the demon. Haures tasted her skin. “This one is so ripe to give her soul, it’s almost too easy.” He purred again and kissed at her throat. “Can't you hear her thoughts?”

“Of course, but no, thank you. It seems I have my own soul to steal.” Tal turned, pushing the crowd out of his path as he made his way to the back. Just as he reached the doors, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Haures pushing him into the small room and closing the door behind them.

“Be very careful, my friend. He knows you're here.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The Grigori. He didn't get to be the last one here because he was stupid. Lucifer has been trying to get at Saraqael for hundreds of thousands of years. He chose you because you're the best, but if you screw up this time, you'll be down in the pits shoveling the lower devils' excrement with the rest of the damned.”

11 Days and Counting...

2010-09-28T21:18:00.000-07:00

Until the release of Hellsong. And since I have nothing better to discuss tonight... how's about another excerpt, hmmm?? Yeah... I thought you'd be game....

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The first thing I noticed was the smell. Something like dead flowers and decayed earth just under the coppery smell of the blood, which was everywhere. It dripped from the walls and ran in pools across the floor until I could see the canvas of my old sneakers soaking it up. I gasped, unable to find my voice, but when the glass of gin in my hand dropped to the floor, it made a loud noise. The woman’s head whipped around from where she crouched on the bed. Her eyes glowed this impossible yellow color as she glared at me, but she did not speak. Her skin looked leathery and taut under the thick veil of Jackson’s blood. I started to move toward her, wanting to throw her off of my friend even though I was more scared than a man staring at Death himself.

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I know... not quite enough I suppose. But as they always said on Reading Rainbow--- don't take my word for it, you have to read the book!

Hellsong Excerpt

2010-09-26T19:41:00.000-07:00

Hello faithful readers! Its a little less than two weeks before the release of Hellsong and I am so excited!! I feel like there should be more stuff that I'm doing, but I realize that there isn't a whole lot more that I can. You'll either love it or hate it... but lemme tell you--- YOU WILL LOVE IT!! And I'm not only saying that because I wrote it. Trust me... I've never been a fan of romance novels. But this one really is unique-- there's romance, yes.. but there's also lots of action and plot and great characters. True love-- miracles! ** full points to you Princess Bride fans out there** It will be released on Oct. 9th on the Sugar and Spice website (follow the lit up link) and, I believe, at Amazon. We'll also be having a launch party where there'll be music, virtual dancing, a costume contest and readings on October 18th at Flanagan's Pub in Second Life. I'll be posting the links to that as well. Slip on your sexiest avatar and come join us.

All that being said, I thought that I'd count down the days until the release by putting little excerpts here on the blog that will hopefully make you hungry for more. Seriously though, I really hope that everyone will enjoy the book as much as I enjoyed writing it. I also hope that you all will be inclined to come back to the blog and post your thoughts about the book-- for good or ill. I'd love to hear them. You can also come and ask me incessant questions on my Facebook page or just come to Second Life and find Scarlett Thirdborn. That's me.

Anyway, without further ado--- a bit of Hellsong...

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Let it be known from this day forward that I, Jerome Alfonse Tibideaux, am a murderer. I would like to be clear outright with no misconceptions that I am anything but. I am writing this journal in confession, not to cleanse my own mind, but in case it must be explained some time in the distant future. I have made my peace that I am imperfect. I can only hope that a sin of mercy can be overlooked by the Heavenly Father on the day of judgement.

Though my heritage may imply otherwise, I have never been a spiritual man. I have seen many things in my near thirty years on this Earth, but I have never seen anything to suggest that there are ghosts, goblins, witches or loas. I do not embrace the superstitions of my African grandmere. You will not find brick dust at my door or a mojo hand under my shirt. I’ve always had a little of what my grandmere called “the gift,” which I suppose was her way of saying I could see visions of the future. Until tonight, I thought that demons were just a thing used to scare folks into churchin’ up and going to confession. That was until I watched my friend Jackson torn to bits by one. And she was as real as the rosary beads I have clutched in my hand.

Getting Back on the Horse

2010-09-21T18:07:00.000-07:00

Well, faithful few, I'm trying to get back on the writing horse. For the last few weeks I've been totally devoted to finishing up Hellsong, but now its time to start moving on. I've decided just to hold off on the longer piece for a few days, just to give it time to rest. Once again, I've done what I always do-- take a nice simple story and give it a plot with a massive head and tentacles. It started as Beauty and the Beast and its slowly becoming, Beauty and the Beast and Werewolves Descending Down the Spiraling Staircase to the Deepest Pits of Hell..... with sex. I'm considering rewriting the last several pages and simplifying it more. But I'm undecided, so I've decided to work on a couple of shorter pieces. Next month I'm going to go researching/ investigating a little for the next big novel, so we'll see what happens. I think maybe I've just been so muddled that I'm feeling overwhelmed. I know I'm not the only writer that feels that way, but I just feel like I'm doing something wrong. Like I should be more focused.

But I'll keep you posted on the progress of such things.

Have some music to make you happy----Stranger in a Strange Land-- 30 Seconds to Mars

Let the Games Begin!

2010-09-20T14:02:00.000-07:00

Hey folks! Well the edits are done on Hellsong and its off to the proofer today (thanks Brie! You're the best!). So come October 9th, you'll get to see the fruits of my labor. I'm really excited about it coming out, but of course I'm very apprehensive about the sales. Its really hard when you realize that something you've put so much of yourself into might not be everyone's cup of tea. You find yourself wanting to shake that person and say "what's wrong with you, ya ignorant hippie!" but you don't. At least, I don't.

So now comes the fun of promoting the book. And what on Earth does that mean? No one seems to know, really. So I'm just kind of making shit up as I go along. As I do with most aspects of my life. Coming soon I'll be hosting an in-world party on Second Life to promote the book. It promises to be a night of debauchery, Goth music and sneak peeks of the book. Those of you that have those second lives will know what a barrel of laughs parties can be. That date will be announced on here and facebook as soon as its final. So on the digital front, I've got it covered. Now for the RL stuff. I mean, its not like you can go into a bookstore and say "Hey! Here's my book! Throw it on your shelves and let me do a signing!" Because until sometime in the future, there is no real book. Its an eBook. And don't you dare roll your eyes at me! eBooks are REAL books, they just take up less space. Ask the Nook and Kindle people if they're real books, they'll tell ya.

But I digress--- what on Earth do you say to people about an eBook?

I'm also, because of the SL reading/dance party, finding out all the joys of using Audacity. I've tried recording a segment of the book twice now and both times you can hear the dulcet tones of my mini-doxie shrieking and barking in the background. Not to mention my horrible southern accent and nasal sounding voice. So come to the reading if for no other reason than to laugh at my voice.

Guess I should get some writing done.

D-O-N-E!!!... and a video!

2010-09-15T16:42:00.000-07:00

Finally done with the Hellsong edits. At least, i hope I'm done. Unless my lovely and knowledgeable editor finds some sort of epic FAIL within the pages of the 2nd draft. Which is possible. I really hope that all is well and that I can move on to new and different projects. I love my angel story, but I'm needing to get my head into something else. Whatcha think?

Uberbyte - Money Shot (Audio Only)

2010-09-10T19:47:00.000-07:00

Wow... like the dirtiest song I've ever heard. i LOVE it!!!

EDITING HELL!!!!

2010-09-10T19:38:00.000-07:00

OMG... i am totally in Hell. And sadly there's no handsome angel around to save me from this particular circle. Those of you reading this that are writers can appreciate the doom known only as "editing hell." I have been deep in it for the last two weeks and at this point I can truthfully say--- who cares anymore??!!! I have spent every day at lunch across from my 7 year olds trying to reword and avoid head-hopping. I'm probably the only writer on Earth that can edit a hot scene while opening someone else's ketchup. And I've kind of decided not to tell the whole world-- well-- the work world anyway-- about my creative endeavors. I'm not sure why. I just feel like that guidance counselor from 10 Things I Hate About You.

Anyway, as for other news-- the book is out on October 9th. And I'm thinking about promotional stuff. I'm pretty sure that I'm going to do an online thingie on Second Life and I'll keep you posted when the date on that is finalized. I was also approached by the manager at the local Starbucks about doing a signing thing there. But I'm completely lost with all that. I have no idea really what to do. Any thoughts would be greatly appreciated.

OK... the devil is calling. Back to shovel with the other denizens....

Musics!!

2010-08-17T19:00:00.000-07:00

The odder the better.... I know I haven't been on a whole lot lately. I'm just really trying to get into the school groove. Once i've done that, it'll be easier to blog and write and all that stuff. But I do have some good music for you! Its a cover of "Bad Romance" done by 30 Seconds to Mars. This would definitely be the version from Hellsong. Enjoy!

	30 Seconds to Mars - Bad Romance .mp3

	Found at bee mp3 search engine

Let he who is without sin...

2010-08-12T04:02:00.000-07:00

Hello, fair readers! I know... I've been a very bad girl the last two weeks. I haven't blogged or given much hope that I was ever going to write again. Its all because of that pesky thing known as real life. You may have heard about "real life." It is a scary and fickle beast that is always lurking in that dark corner, ready to pounce and thwart any plans you may have had for imagination and creativity.

As some of you probably know, my full time job right now (besides writing) is as a second grade teacher. And all of you bitches that say "Oh I can't wait until my kids go back to school. They're driving me crazy!" can politely kiss my ass. :-) I love you all, but give a girl a break. I have so much to do to get ready for the little crumbsnatchers that I haven't had much time to think, much less write anything. I did manage to kick out a few more pages at the end of last week. And they were quite smutty. So--- stay tuned for more. God, I feel like the guidance counselor in that movie "10 Things I Hate About You." You know the one from the beginning looking for another word for that beloved part of the male anatomy. She's banging away at her laptop writing filth during breaks. If only I had that luxury. Everytime I sit down at a desk when school's in session, I have 20 people that want to know what I'm doing.

Anyway, I'll try to be more studious about posting, but cut me some slack, willya!?

Awesome Writer of Erotica

2010-08-02T23:36:00.000-07:00

Hi peeps. I know.. its been a while, but I thought I'd share this new revelation. I've been reading a lot of erotica lately to kind of jumpstart myself on all this smut I've been writing lately. And I've discovered that I'm completely in love with the work of Thomas Roche. If you like erotica and/or horror-- I really suggest you check him out. His website has a blog and links to some of his reads. He crafts story so effortlessly, it just gives me goosebumps. Anyway... give him a look.

http://thomasroche.com/

OK.. finally something interesting...

2010-07-29T08:49:00.000-07:00

Finally something interesting--- my book cover! Yes, ladies and gents.. I really am an actual writer. Hard as that may be to believe, given some of the posts on this site, but its true. There is definitely a writer in here. October 9th is the release date so get ready for the dance. I will be posting it here and on YouTube. I'm also putting the link to Sugar and Spice here so you can go check out my book and all of the other fabulous sexy adventures contained therein. Hehe.. I used the word "therein."

Oh... and the summary...

Can mercy be a sin?

Lonely bookstore manager Theo Chandler lost herself in Hurricane Katrina. Found wandering alone in a swamp with no memory of her life before the storm, she has spent the last few years building a half-life where no one touches her so no one can guess her secret. Only Father Jerome, a voodoo priest who witnessed her birth, and the minions of Lucifer know her true identity and the monster she could become.

As the last of the Grigori, Heaven’s guardians of humankind on Earth, the angel Saraquel should destroy beautiful Theo before the forces of Hell use her to destroy him, humanity, or even Heaven itself. But like Jerome, he sees the humanity in her that far outshines the hidden demon. He forms a connection to her that he has never known with anyone else through all his immortal life. Choosing to protect her, he joins Theo and Jerome in a fight to bring down hell’s design and save her human soul.

How's that for romance novel blurby goodness?? Try doing a dramatic reading. You'll giggle, I promise!

New Layout! And a werewolf sex discussion...

2010-07-27T12:28:00.000-07:00

OK, so after much screaming and gnashing of teeth, I have a new blog layout. Its hopefully more readable than the other one and so all the harassing phone calls from my "classic" friends will stop. I've gone back to the Beastie story for a while. I think I've fixed my problem and will hopefully have it ready for submission in a month. Not as quick as I'd like-- the old girl has to go back to work in a few weeks-- but I'm trying to be realistic and put less pressure on myself.

So while I was at lunch with my peeps today, we got to talking about the incredible blech factor involved in the ending of the Twilight series. Now, if you haven't read Breaking Dawn yet, stop reading here. There will be spoilers. Anyway, so we all know that you've got a combination of bestiality and pedophilia going on in that book. And discussing that fact brought us into a discussion about whether you should have werewolves and people sex scenes going on. Personally, that weirds me out a little. In my book, as it stands right now, there are no scenes of a person and a wolf getting it on-- even though my werewolf has a human consciousness-- it just creeps me out. But does that take away from the nature of the werewolf, therefore figuratively cutting his balls off?? I mean, I complain that the Twilight vampires have no teeth and therefore, no balls. So should it not be what's good for the goose is good for the gander? I'm not sure. But I will say this-- most erotica publishers that I've spoken to say that they don't like that. Its too close to bestiality for them. So what do you think? Would a love scene between a werewolf, in all his wolfy glory, and a human turn you off? Hmmm.. food for thought...

NEW STORY!!!

2010-07-23T09:35:00.000-07:00

OK, folks. After having a conversation with my most excellent publisher last night, I've decided to do a little experiment. I've never been able to write short fiction very much, so I've decided to try it. 15K tops with as little plot as possible. Think I can do it?? Hmmm.. I'm not sure. Now, don't worry. I haven't abandoned the Beast. He's still there lurking, but I had to strike while this iron is hot. Anyway... I've put the first section below if you'd like to read and give me your opinion.
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Title: Wreath of Barbs

Author: Alexandra Christian

Scarlett clutched the piece of paper tightly in her hand as she walked down the rain-soaked streets. She wasn’t sure why she was doing this. Nothing else had helped so what made her think that going to some club was going to work? The wind blew, sprinkling her face with cold rain and uncertainty as she tried to make out the address from the smeared ink. This had to be it, but there seemed to be no place to go. She turned down the alley, her heart beating faster. This was how people got themselves murdered, she thought. Maybe that’s what Dr. Reznik had meant for her to do. After all, she’d said she wanted to die.

The sound of her heavy chunked heel beat like an arrhythmia as she continued down the alley. A homeless woman looked up at her as she passed, offering up a hat for spare change. Scarlett kept her eyes forward, praying that nothing would notice her. Finally the beat of her steps turned into the heavy downbeat of music coming from someplace close by. A single, small light glimmered in the distance and she realized that she must be going the right direction. As she got closer, she could make out a couple of people standing outside a small door. She ducked into the shadows, not sure if she wanted to be seen just yet. The people going inside, dressed all in shades of black and red, never looked up, seemingly too interested in the haze and smoke coming from inside. “This is it,” she thought. “I either have to turn back now or get past the point of no return.”

No return. Those were his exact words when she’d told Dr. Reznik her plan weeks ago.

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Wumpscut - Wreath of barbs

2010-07-21T08:55:00.000-07:00

OMG... I have a new favorite song that I'm listening to over and over. You have to give this a listen.. its really amazing. And really kind of speaks to me as a writer right now. Definitely one for the Hellsong soundtrack!! Thanks DJ Emm!

... and they say Second Life isn't good for something...

Long Hand vs. Computer Typing

2010-07-17T22:35:00.000-07:00

So the Ghost Hunter and I were having a conversation earlier this evening about typing vs. handwritten and transcription. I kind of straddle the fence on this. Sometimes I can just sit down in front of the computer and go for days and days. Something about the sound of my fingers clicking over the keys faster and faster can sometimes urge me to keep going. Other times its just so damn intimidating. There are so many pretty distractions, yes, but sometimes just the thought of seeing that big white page is scary. In those cases, I've found that sitting down with my notebook can be more effective. Sometimes I can even get more words out there faster that way. Any thoughts?? What's the best method for you?

Writers' Blog....

2010-07-16T21:37:00.000-07:00

Not only can I not write a book this week, apparently I can't write a blog either. I'm not sure why I've been so distracted. I really am trying. I did actually salvage my evening by having dinner with my family. But as for writing-- the past couple of days have just been awful. I can't seem to focus. Others might say its because I'm distracted with facebook or this or SL.. but no. Those are just symptoms of a bigger problem. I think that a lot of it has to do with the fact that I'm finally up to some really interesting smut. And its intimidating me! I'm not sure why, smut has always been my forte, but for some reason its just eluding me this time. Oh well...

So... how's your life? Anything going on? Entertain me.

Diatribes...

2010-07-15T12:34:00.000-07:00

OK... The discussion has come up lately about dialogue. How much is too much? Can you ever have too much? Well... everyone knows that I am a dialogue whore. As a reader, I don't want to read 3 pages of dense description with no breaks. Others that I've spoken to have mentioned that when they read, they actually skip some of the description to get to the talking. I can't stand when I read something and the author is afraid to let the characters speak. Cuz let's face it folks-- we spend most of our lives talking. Don't believe me? Look down at your phone with unlimited text, social networks, crackberries, games with chat ability, etc. HUMANS TALK!! That's not to say that your book/story/whatever should look like a screenplay. The author, as an artist, has to make choices of where to put that dialogue and how much is necessary. He or she must also take advantage of that opportunity to give insight into what the character(s) are thinking as they conversation is going on and give adequate description therein. But the idea that cutting dialogue is creatively sound is ludicrous. Because the brain is such a wondrous weapon, we have no idea what people are thinking. We find out through discourse, analysis of body language and tone of voice. All these things can only be described through using dialogue in our writing.

Anywho, didn't mean to get on my soapbox.

Tuesday

2010-07-13T12:26:00.000-07:00

Greetings party people! Its been a couple of days laced with insomnia, micronaps and incessant writing, but I think I'm ready to be among the living again. This morning I got up after a hearty 6.5 hours of sleep, had breakfast and exercised. I've also been to the grocery store for supplies to make a lemon pie in reverence of my mother. My mom died two years ago tomorrow and so instead of being all mopey and sad, we've decided to have a classic "Mom dinner" and be together. Its definitely something my mother would have wanted, seeing as how she was never happiest as when all her "chicks" were in the same roost. But you know, I hadn't thought until just this minute-- maybe Mom's death anniversary is what has caused all this insomnia and obsessive writing. Staying in my own little world to not think about things that might be a little painful still. Hmm.. how's that for dimestore psychology?

As for the WIP, I've written and deleted lots of things. I think I just really need to not think so hard about things and let the story fall into place the way it will. I know where its going, I know what's going to happen-- its just hard to get there. I feel like I'm running out of words. The good news is, hopefully on Thursday I'll get to go out with two of my favorite chicas (the other favorite chica is unfortunately trapped 2.5 hours away) and I'm sure they'll help me get going.

So how's everyone else's writing projects? I like to hear other people's woes. Come-- we commiserate together.

And just in case you need it--- dance like a fool and get out that stress.

Dream Your Way Out of Plotholes

2010-07-11T07:08:00.000-07:00

OK, I haven't posted anything of substance in the last few days because, honestly-- I had nothing to report. I was having some serious problems getting the words out. Its one of those situations where I knew exactly where I was going, but really had no idea how to get there. The devil's in the details right? But Thursday I went out with my BFF and got another 1500 pounded out, but still I was struggling when I got home. So yesterday I decided to just say "fuck it" and went to a movie. And yes, you might as well know, I sat down all by my lonesome with a huge bag of popcorn, a drink and every soccer mom in the surrounding area and saw Eclipse. I just turned my brain off and let the sparkly vampires and teenaged angst rain down on me. This was good because the werewolf thing kind of got my brain going a little. Anyhow, I just played the whole rest of the day. Went and browsed a CD shop, had some Chik-fil-A and played cards with my sibs. Now here's the weird part-- I was really tired and when I went to bed, I slept like a rock. But I had this strange dream about getting Milk Duds stuck in my teeth and watching a cooking show with Gordon Ramsay. But when I woke up-- I knew EXACTLY what was going to happen next!!! Nothing about the dream had anything to do with werewolves, sex or Beauty and the Beast, but for some reason, it opened up my brain.

That being said-- why am I blogging instead of writing?

VNV Nation - Carbon

2010-07-09T13:50:00.000-07:00

Just thought I'd post a few of the songs from the Hellsong playlist in case you saw something you wondered about. This is one of the best.

I know....

2010-07-09T13:37:00.000-07:00

Bad blogger! Bad, bad blogger! I was here yesterday and just chose not to blog. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. But, ladies and gentlemen-- I've found a new song for your listening pleasure. See-- hanging out at the Industrial Club on SL is useful for something. Hit Me Hard and Hit Me Fast is a really good song to get out some tension. Give it a listen.

So I think I'm over my page phobia. Now its just typing phobia. I have about 2,000 words written in my notebook, I just have to type them. And guess what... I DON'T WANNA!!! WAAAAHHH!!! Ok, I've had my tantrum and now I'm done. I'll be fine and in typing form. Maybe I'll even add something new.

OH-- I have to give a shout out to Chelsea M. at Lookville. Got a nice email from her this morning complimenting my blog. Thanks girl!!

The Phobia Continues...

2010-07-07T19:37:00.000-07:00

Maybe I've just psyched myself out. Perhaps I'm just unable to make the words flow out on paper. Maybe subconsciously I'm waiting until tomorrow... Who knows? Or perhaps I'll have a burst of inspiration about midnight and be up for the rest of the night. One can only hope....

Page Phobia

2010-07-07T07:34:00.000-07:00

Once more into the breach, dear friends. I can report from the trenches that author Alex Christian has Page Phobia this morning. Its not quite writers' block, but something more sinister. She is actually afraid to look at the blank page after her marathon of just staring at it for 6 hours yesterday. I added a few hundred words yesterday, but that's not really an accomplishment after staring at the computer for a LONG time.

Some of you may frequent online social communities. Not blogs, but communities. My social community of choice is Second Life. The great and terrible thing about SL is that you can totally escape from your life for a bit. So when I couldn't sleep and couldn't write last night-- I escaped to a Goth club in SL. It was fun. My little avatar shook her groove thing and the industrial rave mix was great. But this morning I have the same crummy effects as if I had gone to a real one. I'm sleepy and cringing at the sunlight. Sad isn't it? See... that's my SL avatar. Doesn't she look relaxed? LOL

I was wondering as I write this: Do you prefer to read blogs that have these huge blocks of text and paragraphs that seem neverending or would you rather read short and sweet blips about someone's day? Me personally, I'd much rather just read some short blip and then comment. I get overwhelmed when I look at other people's blogs and its this fifty page opus on something useful like how to create tension between characters. I end up skimming it. So it really isn't that I have nothing to say, I just really don't want to create that long sigh of boredom.

Morning honey...

2010-07-06T07:17:00.000-07:00

Well folks, its a new day and I am excited. Hopefully I can add to my wordcount today and have time to clean my house. You know how it is... just after vacation and everything's just kind of sitting on any available surfaces. Oh well. It'll get done.

So it was brought to my attention that Beauty and the Beast is NOT a Brothers Grimm fairy tale. Just thought I'd announce it since it was so important that it had to be looked up and corrected. However, I believe that the version of Beauty and the Beast that I was reading from was in a large book entitled "Grimm's Fairy Tales." However, as I always say, "Those people are dead, its public domain-- who gives a happy fat rat's ass?"

Which brings me to something else that I've been reminded of in the wake of being rejected by a freakin' Livejournal group. I think there are an awful lot of people out there that take pleasure in simply writing about writing and criticizing others. I've been through lots of blogs lately and that's what I've found-- especially in Livejournal. All these people sitting around in groups talking about doing things, but never doing them. It bothers me a little. Because I know that many of those folks probably have a lot of potential, they're just scared to go out on a limb and do it. Probably because they're afraid of being rejected by a Livejournal group or being publicly critiqued. Simply put-- its easier to pretend to be a writer than actually being one. There... *stepping down off my soapbox* I've said it.

As I step ever closer to my release date in October, I find myself thinking more and more about promotion. Any ideas out there? Cuz I'm drawing a blank. But in the words of Scarlett O'Hara... I'll just think about that tomorrow. For now I've got another manuscript to finish.

As promised...

2010-07-05T21:25:00.000-07:00

I am so proud of me! A friend of mine said that she was having trouble posting a comment on my blog. So I set out to get it fixed and I think I did!! I'm so proud.

Alright, its 12:17 EST... should I attempt to add another 1,000 or so words to my wordcount today? Eh... not sure my heart is in it. I finished a chapter earlier that I wasn't really sure about. It had to happen, if only to establish that our hero isn't a complete asshat. But I'm doing what I always do-- falling in love with my main character and therefore spending way too much time fantasizing about taking his clothes off. Therefore, it creates a dissonance in what I should be doing and what I want to do. But I have it open in case inspiration strikes.

That being said-- who are those special heroes that we fall for? Is it the dark and broody Alphas like Heathcliff or Bruce Wayne? Or are you more likely to fall for the quiet sensitivity of our own Edward Cullen? Me-- I'm more of an alpha girl myself. Give 'em to me mean and bloodthirsty. What's your flavor?

Kickin' Out the Jams!

2010-07-05T07:11:00.001-07:00

OK... I am never one to brag, honest. I try to be a humble and kind person at all times. However, I must say-- I wrote 3,000 words in 3 hours yesterday. I was so proud of me! I've really gotten going on this Beauty and the Beast thing. That being said-- I really wish I could think of a title for this thing. I don't want to call it Beauty and the Beast, the No Holds Barred edition, but its starting to look like my only option. Any suggestions? I'll be glad to entertain them.

In Hellsong news, I was told earlier this past weekend that it is scheduled for release in October. Woohooo! Always a lucky month for me. I met my husband in October and despite all reports-- that was lucky.

Alright, I promise I'll blog more later. Right now I just don't have that much to say. Its early, what can I say. And I have to get to work on the Beast. I left them right in the middle of a tawdry scene. Can't just leave them like that----

Back to work...

2010-07-04T07:36:00.000-07:00

Well greets and mistreats, folks. I know, Padre. Its been a long time since my last confession. But I had a good excuse. I was lying on the beach plotting new deeds. And now I feel pretty energized. That's not to say that I couldn't use another week away from life.

So I've discovered that I'm really enjoying writing a story to which the skeleton has already been filled in by those good ol' Brothers Grimm. Of course the two of them would probably be turning in their graves to see what I'm doing to their sweet little hero and heroine. But its alright because I'm sure a little sexual arousal is just what they need in their crypt. I know I could use a little in mine :-). But yes, I really recommend re-working an old fairy tale if you're in a writing rut. Even if it never sees the light of day, it can get your creative juices flowing. Pick a favorite and do your worst.

While I was at the beach, I read the most INCREDIBLE BOOK!! Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter is a fantastic book by Seth Graheme-Smith (of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies fame). Not only does it turn an iconic historical figure into a kickass hero-- but it actually made me want to read a serious biography of Abraham Lincoln. And it weaves the vampires into American history so effortlessly that it seems plausible. I would definitely rush out and get a copy if I were you. Of course I had to get a copy of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies to read next. Its pretty good so far. I haven't really had time to read a lot of it. But more importantly, I noticed how many knock-offs there were at the bookstore. And it got me thinking---- Wuthering Heights and Vampires! Or some other supernatural thing. Now, if you've never read Wuthering Heights, its kind of a ghost story in its own right. But I contend that Heathcliff (the anti-hero) is by far the sexiest male character in classic literature. He'd make a great vampire. And he sure as shit wouldn't sparkle.

Anyway.... just some thoughts.

Wolfy Goodness

2010-06-23T08:57:00.000-07:00

ok.. since I don't really have anything interesting to say.. i'll just give a little WIP to make you hungry for more..lol

The Changing began as it always did-- painfully. For nearly twenty years he’d been this beast and it hadn’t gotten any easier, though he could change at will. With an inhuman growl, it began. Marek could feel his skin boil and split, black fur seeming to grow out of ever-widening gashes. His back arched painfully, forcing him to his knees. He felt burning knives stabbing all over his body as bones cracked and shifted. He screamed as his jaw dislocated, elongating to the squarish muzzle of the wolf. Claws broke through the ends of fingers and toes that formed into heavy paws. Though it was only seconds, the pain felt like an eternity, drawing a howl from deep in his chest as he burst through the door and into the forest below.

Well.... are u hungry for more or do I have to play rough??

Florence + The Machine - Heavy In Your Arms [FULL] W/. Lyrics

2010-06-22T22:58:00.000-07:00

This song is used on the newest Twilight soundtrack. Now I know I'm not exactly Misses Positive on the Twilight front, but the soundtracks are fantastic. Anyway.. this is my new favorite song. Definitely should be added to the Hellsong playlist.

Sleepy Day

2010-06-22T10:34:00.001-07:00

I am so sleepy today. And I really wish that it was because I had been up all night writing. No, I was having airport adventures. But its alright-- the person being picked up is here safe and sound, so that makes it all worth it.

I'm babysitting my niece today and I have to say-- its probably a good thing I don't have kids. I feel as if I'm not entertaining her enough, but again-- I'm so sleepy. But I did play Candy Land and Hungry Hungry Hippos. So I guess that counts for something. I would add more at this time, but really-- I have no words or wisdom nor am I particularly clever today. Maybe more after I have a nap and a shower. *yawn*

Oh yeah.... and adding to my wordcount... yeah...

Yay for Saturday!

2010-06-19T05:54:00.000-07:00

Its finally Saturday-- my favorite day of the week. Today will bring shopping my my sibs, maybe a little writing and definitely some coffee. I definitely recommend weekly or monthly shopping days with your siblings. If you don't have sisters, go make some friends who can be LIKE sisters and have at it. They're kind of awesome! If you're a boy--- uhm.... go to Hooters with yer boyzz.

On another front, I have a friend on facebook whose boyfriend referred to something as "awesome sauce." What the hell is that? And its not the first time I've heard it. Awesome sauce. Is this the first sign that I've really become old and uncool? Well, no.... its probably just one sign among many, many others. But perhaps I'm looking at this all wrong. Maybe I should be using this as an opportunity to coin new and ridiculous phrases (i.e.-- moron face, asshat, and piss-wad). I'm seeing a trend--- all of them are derogatory. Hmmm....

As for writing, last night I managed to pound out about a thousand words in my notebook while lying in bed. At the moment, Beauty and the Beast is definitely taking somewhat of a BDSM turn. Which I think is AWESOME!!! Nay, it is awesome SAUCE. And no, there is no big hairy guy with tusks in this story. You'll just have to wait and find out what the twist is. I also managed to turn my contract in to my publisher last night. Which I'm sure made her happy, considering I'd only had it for 4 days before I turned it in. Hope she doesn't think I'm one of those people who can't meet deadlines.... I am, but she doesn't need to know that.

And BTW-- a friend of mine said the colors on my blog made her eyes bleed. I say she's just getting old.

Some progress...

2010-06-18T06:52:00.000-07:00

So I've made some progress on my layout. It only took me until 3 A.M. looking at a bunch of templates online to find one that I can live with until such time as the part of my brain that processes HTML comes to life.

On the writing front-- have you ever wondered why you're the most productive at one particular place? For example, some days I can sit in front of my computer at home, the wiener dog yipping around my ankles (and sometimes taking a ginormous shit under the desk) and write 3,000 words. Other times I can sit here all day and barely squeeze out 300. But I can always-- ALWAYS-- write at the Starbucks. I don't know if its the caffeine, the pretentious air of all the people sitting at tables with their laptops and java, or the dulcet tones of the bean grinder devouring a billion coffee beans at once. But I always walk out of Starbucks with at least 2,000 words gleaming in my notebook. If I could mimic that same productivity at home, I'd have written at least 3 novels by now.

My point is this. Find a niche and do what works for you. It may be insane. It may be unconventional-- but do it. JUST WRITE. It doesn't matter if you have to hang upside down with your netbook strapped to your chest. If it works, don't knock it.

I am NOT technical, damnit!

2010-06-17T13:46:00.000-07:00

I am an artist. I always have been. Whether it be drawing, painting, acting, singing or playing the saxophone badly--- I have always been an artist. Which implies that I am in no way technical or analytical. I seem to be unable to reconcile my artistic sensibilities with this stupid layout. Why is that, I wonder????

Good Morning!

2010-06-17T08:08:00.000-07:00

Good morning, sunshine. The earth says hello.... or does it? I'm not sure. The fact is, I'm not sure what the earth is saying because I'm still asleep myself. That's what staying up 'til 2 in the morning writing will do for you. So here I am, awake at 11 A.M, blogging. Now what I should be doing is writing a blurb for the back of Hellsong.... working on my erotic rework of Beauty and the Beast... even dragging myself to the shower. But no.... I'm here, pouring out a ridiculous stream of consciousness onto the page.

But wow it was way more fun.