This just in...Yay!!!

Hello all!

Happened to drop by the Romantic Times site to see if the new issue was out. And it is!!!

Here's my review for Fire Goddess in the November 2007 issue:

Inman makes the old plot of a great love between a star and a common laborer new, exciting, fun -- and just plain hot. The misunderstandings are so funny that readers may laugh out loud, while the love scenes are very graphic and sexy. With a bit of mystery thrown into the mix, this read has something for everyone. This is set up to be the first of a series; here's hoping Inman will follow with more of this delightful storyline.

Summary: The four Guardians must each help a woman become a success in the areas of health, home and heart. Wilda picks Kelly, a soap opera diva who is the polar opposite of her character, to find love and happiness. Descending to Earth as her wardrobe consultant, Wilda finds Kelly's career a success, but she has no friends and wants someone to love. Enter Sloan, a builder, brought on to build a beautiful castle set. Sloan is sure Kelly is just like her character and is determined to dislike her. But with Wilda's prodding, they just may find love.
(Whiskey Creek, Jul., 251 pp., $12.95) HOT—Cindy Himler

Grins*

Never...

...play placeholder for your almost twelve year-old daughter so she can kick the football
...toot in a tanning bed
...count your chickens before they hatch
...promise something you can't deliver
...sacrifice yourself for the benefit of others
...believe everything you hear
...take it for granted
...drink an entire gallon of milk in one sitting
...forget where you came from
...back up while mowing the lawn
...try to feed a squirrel while it's in a tree
...wear new clothes to feed your animals
...discount something because you don't understand it

Grins*

Please vote!

Moon Goddess/Sun Goddess-Torrid Teasers Vol. 33 is up for Best Ebook Sci-Fi/Fantasy Romance at Night Owl Romance.
Right now, Selena Kitt is kicking my heiney. *grins*

I'd appreciate your vote.

Thanks!
Crystal/C'ann Inman*

Bryan: You're killing me. I think your computer just doesn't like my links. I may get a complex. *grins* Try this one:
http://nightowlromance.com/nightowlromance/

If all else fails...you can always google it. *GRINS*

My new guilty pleasure

I loooooove photobucket. Here are some of my favorites. Hope you enjoy them!
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Writerly thoughts

I'm addicted to writing. I've already shared the fact that I'll be finishing one book by the end of this month, editing it, and then editing another one.
BUT...I also have an idea for another book-due by the end of October, and an Amazon Short I want to put out there. And did I mention Wind Goddess and Earth Goddess? I didn't???
*sigh*

I've also been thinking about what I'll be discussing at the Red Dirt Festival in Oklahoma in November. It just keeps going 'round and 'round in my wee little head. What am I going to say to these lovely people when they come to the panel with Me, Merline, and Christine?
Should I tell them that writing on a good day is orgasmic and on a bad day is the fifth level of hell? Should I mention that sanity is no good indicator of anything? Should I just scare the hell right out of them? lmao
Nah.
Let them find that out for themselves. *grins*

I've never known anyone else but a writer who gets another writer. Period. Spouses and children will sympathize and emphathize...but they just don't get it. God bless them.

Writers are odd creatures. I make no apology for it, myself. Hell, I revel in it. I'm the square peg. And don't you wish you were the square peg, too? rofl
Uh huh.
We have great fun. *wink*

So I suppose I'll do my best to encourage them and tell them to hold onto their dreams.
But leave the sanity at the door. You don't really need it.
Grins*

Blogger Buddies

I love the people on my sidebar. Adore them beyond words. And I think you should, too. They are creative, witty, and entertaining. So go forth and check them out!
Here's my opinion on a few of them:
Tori is great. She'll read this and probably let it go to her head. *shrug* But oh well. *grins* Tori is a television afficianado. She always has her head wrapped around current events and what's going on NOW! She's outspoken and funny as all hell. Her take on events listed on her blog is NOT TO BE MISSED! Oh...and she shares my Dr. Who affliction.
Rene is a busy mom and wife. Her three darlings are excellent blog fodder, and she is the QUEEN of layouts. Go forth, I'm not playing here. I have layout envy. *grins* Renee is quietly sarcastic and witty as hell.
I love Lyvvie. I swear to God. If I were a hellbitch in running shoes redhead...we could be separated at birth. I don't care what mood I'm in, I laugh every time I visit her blog. It's a gift. And she's got it.
Bryan is a bit of a quiet sort. He's rather deep, I believe. And his snark is finer edged. I adore him for that. He'll lull you into a false sense of security and then zap the hell out of you. I respect that. Go to his blog and then zip from there to some of his photographs!

These are definitely my Top Four. Or maybe I should give it a cute, little name like Fabulous Four or something. Foxy Four? Fearsome Four?
*grins*
Help a woman out! Better yet...go check out these blogs!!!
Grins*

Chicken Update

Here's the news:

Oldest Chicken tried out for a play Tuesday. And guess what? She got a part!!! *dancing* I'm sooooooooooooooo proud. Of course, she's a little ham anyway. So should be just wonderful. And if I understood her correctly...the title is "Snow White in the Seventies."
Take a moment amongst yourselves and discuss the obvious ramifications. lmao

Middle Chicken is now scandalized. That would be because I, the Mama, talked about her getting her first boyfriend. Well, apparently, for the first time ever to MY knowledge, the little heifer accessed this blog. Apparently her scream of embarrassment could be heard from miles around. *snickering* It was enough to have classmates running, and she pushing the "X" button with all her might. rofl

Baby Chicken has been a bit difficult of late. It's neither cute nor pleasant when one's eleven year-old daughter channels her snarky thirty-five year-old mother.
Just saying.

That's about it for the little heathens. They've been good for the most part.

I had a lovely, busy day today. McSis had vacation and took Mom and I to Tulsa to visit Incredible Pizza. There was mini golf (got my ass whooped) and bowling (another ass whuppin') and air hockey (do you see where this is going???).
However, there was a small bit of redemption in bowling when I bowled two strikes in the final frame. *pumping fist in air and singing "We are the Champions"*
So. There you have it.
Grins*

Middle School Dynamic

Hello all!

Took my chickens (and an extra chicken friend) to a middle school dance Friday evening. And yes, it did feel like Sixteen Candles to some extent. There were children from a bunch of area surrounding schools. And they rather kept to their own little cliques. My girls' school had two normal children and then a group of about eight that thought they were too cute and didn't have to listen to anybody. Oh...and they liked to Dirty Dance.
Yeah. At a middle school dance. *eye roll*
It was interesting to sit back and watch the activities. Contrary to earlier threats, I didn't shake my groove thing...though they DID have some great music. If the crowd were a little older, you just never know. *wink*
But the girls seemed to have fun. And that's really all that counts.
And speaking of the chickens...Middle Chicken has a boyfriend. Her FIRST boyfriend. *slightly hyperventilating* Sheesh! Can't believe it. So we'll see how that goes. She's in that giddy stage right now.
And oldest chicken is trying out for a play today! I'm so thrilled! I don't care whether she's the lead or third tree from the right...I'm very proud.

Saturday was shopping. On a Labor Day Weekend. Uh huh. I am way too bright for my own good. lmao
Shipped off middle chickie to her friends house. (The same one that spent the night before at OUR house) and chilled out with other two chickens. Watched some movies. Stuff like that.
Sunday I wrote.
And NOT just a little bit. I'm averaging between 6000-7000 every Sunday when I write. So guess who's going to make their deadline?
Oh YEAH, baby! That would be me!

As for the movies...we got TMNT (still haven't watched), Unaccompanied Minors (didn't want to watch), Wild Hogs, and Disturbia.
Here's the lowdown:
Wild Hogs was mediocre. And even though I adore the cast, it sucked exhaust. On a scale of 1-10...I'd say 2. I did get to see William H. Macy's butt. I suppose that should bring it up to a possible 3. *GRINS*
He's just too talented to be reduced to showing his ass on film, IMO. *eye roll* I just couldn't get into it. Seemed to be spliced together with no real direction.
And now that I've massacred that one...onto Disturbia.

Let me just say, I LOVED this flick!!! Holy shit! I'm not kidding. The story was great. The actors were wonderful. It had humor. It was scary as all hell. I just haven't seen anything like that which has caught my interest in a long time. I think Shia LaBeouf is amazing. Utterly amazing. Not to mention I think he's going to be so damn handsome when he grows into those acting skills he has. Rather reminds me of a cross between Jimmy Stewart and Cary Grant. High praise, indeed.
Now that I've gushed like one of my girls...that's that. *grins*
Hope you had a GREAT long weekend!
Grins*

A wee bit short-sighted

I've come to expect a certain amount of difficulty from myself. I'm never disappointed.

I MUST finish Water Goddess by the end of September. I only have, oh...about 30,000 more words to type. (Chere, if you're reading this...I SWEAR to you...I WILL finish it) Sanity is expendable. *shrug*
But then...I also have a Torrid Title coming out in November, Programmed for Pleasure, that I will be editing ALONG with finishing and editing Water Goddess. With the same editor. (Can I get a "God Bless Chere" please?)

It's not like my life has been moving along swimmingly, and I've just been dragging my heels. *snort*
Puleeze! This is MY life we're talking about here. I think we all know better.
So between the ulcer and the ex drama and all that shit...a girl tends to get wore down a bit. So I've set new goals this month.

And in no particular order:
1. Finish Water Goddess
2. Edit Water Goddess
3. Edit Programmed for Pleasure
4. Put items on lay-a-way for the holidays
5. Sanity is expendable. Check and see if K-Mart has any in stock
6. Spend a little less time reading for pleasure and a bit more time writing
7. Realize the "S" on my chest is probably just a birthmark and not an indication of greatness
8. Watch football every Sunday
9. Tell my doctor that if he doesn't fix my ulcer pain, I will seriously harm him.

Grins*

Undead & Uneasy and Sleeping with the Fishes

I'm a fan of MaryJanice Davidson. The woman has snark down to a fine art. So I recently picked up the above titles.
I love the Undead series. Good characters. I think Betsy is a little self-centered, but she's growing on me. Character interaction is good. There are always a few surprises in store for the reader. But here are my problems: Two characters die. (My lips are sealed). It's sudden, and it's over in about a page. I don't have a problem with her offing people. I just think it was really way too brief. That page was over...and so was the characters' storyline. Kaput. *shrug* I also didn't think the storyline was all that great. It was okay, but it was basically a story of Betsy. Not so much with the other characters. And they are SUCH rich comedic fodder. Just seems a shame. However...I really enjoyed a part at the end when all hell breaks loose.
Go. Figure.

Sleeping with the Fishes was forgettable. And you don't know how much it pains me to admit that. Fred, the main mer-character, is a bitch. And that's fine. I have NO problem with that. But she's annoying. The two characters vying for her attention are forgettable. My favorite characters were subcharacters. Her metrosexual best friend and then her boss. THEY were great. I would have read a story about them with HER as the subcharacter. I also thought her mother's name was rather cute: Moon Bim. *grins* A hippie of sorts.
I don't remember any other character's name. And that's a shame. Though I won't lie, I have a hard time remembering some of my own characters' names. But all in all, this book was a large disappointment.
No character arc. Fred became uncomfortable with all the male attention, but she didn't seem to change her fins, so to speak. And the mega problem that brought all these people together was solved in about a paragraph or so. *sigh* Major anti-climax.

So I'm crossing my fingers and hoping that MaryJanice puts a little more something into her next literary fares.
Looking forward to: Dark Possession by Christine Feehan and Lover Unbound by J. R. Ward.
Grins*

What's wrong with me

*ahem*
Physically...I mean. *grins*

OK.
Here's my yesterday.
I was tired. Didn't fall asleep until almost two o'clock Friday morning because I'm a big wuss when it comes to any type of pain. I'm thinking Same Day Surgery applies here. Woke up at seven o'clock. Got the chickadees ready for school. Took a shower. Slid on some comfy pants and t-shirt. Could NOT get my belly button ring out. OMG! I jacked with the thing for about half an hour. Didn't know if I was turning it the right way. Geez. Probably loosened it and tightened it back about a dozen times. *eye roll*
Someone picked me up at eight. Drove to the hospital. There by eight-thirty. So I get a pager and wait in the waiting room. For approximately an hour and a half. I did good for the first hour. Then I started to become fidgety. Read almost a whole book sitting there. Finally paged me around ten. So I take a deep breath and make my way back to SDS. I hand my pager to nurse chickie and another one tells me that my bed will be over there by the door.
I explain that using the restroom RIGHT BEFORE I change would be a good idea. She looks at my kind of strange and points me in the right direction. (I went with a friend once to SDS, and she was there forever in her bed waiting. And I was NOT dragging a flipping IV to the bathroom with me. Nay.)
So I come back. She tells me to slip out of my clothes and into the uber attractive gown they have for me. I can leave my panties on. No bra. I explain that even with the supreme effort I put into it...the belly piercing wouldn't budge. She just kind of shrugs and says that's fine.
I take off my clothes and start to put on the lovely gown they left. And let me just say...dressing room lights and mirrors have NOTHING on hospital lights and mirrors. Pfffftttt
So she comes back in, and I can't tie the top strings, so she does. And she has her little kit at the foot of my bed.
You know what I'm talking about. It's like a tacklebox for nurses. And I immediately start to sweat. I ask just where she'll be poking me. Because I don't want it in my hand. She says ok and begins to poke on my right arm (I'll be lying on my right side during the procedure.) Then she says I have some lovely veins. (Go me!)
I ask her when she's going to give me a shot. You know the one. The one that actually NUMBS the area? Apparently they don't do that anymore. I demand an explanation, and she says that they use some type of freeze spray to numb the area. I take a deep breath. OK, I agree. Rock on. It's cold, she warns. Even better, I mumble.
She first tries an area about four inches up from my wrist. OK. She sprays the cold shit, and let me tell you...there was NO numbing. NONE!!! I felt every freaking jab. My toes have a death grip on the foot of the bed, and I'm sweating like I've run ten miles. I'm doing Lamaze breathing, and I've never taken classes. It was bad.
After about a dozen jabs or so with no success...she removes the needle. I sigh. I ask if it's in. No, she says, your vein rolled. I'm like WHAT? Why would it do such a thing? She just kind of laughs and then tells Sid (who has by now joined us) that she needs a 20 gauge.
A 20 gauge? My nerves hit an all-time high. Apparently the large-size needle we were previously working with just wasn't doing the trick. I have to kick my feet out of the covers because I'm in Spazz Zone.
Sid comes back with said needle. I don't make eye contact. How can these people do this to me? I don't know where the poke will be. Hell, I don't WANT to know. Are you kidding? I was poked so many times in the previous area that it was numb.
And then she slides the big ol' SOB into my vein on the other side of my elbow. At least twice. I have two good size bruises.
"Mercy," I mutter. I think I was pleading for this little bastard to have actually gone where it was supposed to. I life my arm off my eyes. You in, I ask. Yes, she says.
Thank God.

Then Sid (rolling hospital bed master), takes me from my little haven and starts wheeling me into the surgery room. OK. Two things. One: I have NEVER seen the inside of one of these rooms. I was always nice and doped up before that happened. Two: I'm slightly freaking out. By God...where are the DRUGS around here?
So we cruise down several hallways and into THE ROOM. Keep in mind...I don't have my glasses on so everybody is pretty much a blur anyway. And then Sid tells me that he has to spray anesthetic on my throat. Smells like bananas but tastes vile. I'm thinking...gee Sid...thanks for your blatant honesty.
He leans closer, and I explain I have a major gag reflex, and I don't want to embarrass myself. The nurse explains that they've seen it all, and I have nothing to worry about. Just swallow the nastiness as soon as it's sprayed.
Out came the tongue dispenser. Then he sprayed.
Holy shit. The boy didn't lie. It tasted vile. But after gagging for a second, I quickly swallowed. Then came another spritz. (By this time, wasn't so bad.) Then a minute later...the last spritz. They pat my shoulder and told me I did good. *smile* It's always best to make nice with those that control the drug dosage.
So Dr. M strolls in. Changes the music. Asks me how I am. And then I hear Eileen (an angel, I'm telling you) explain that she's going to start the sleepy medicine (demerol). I say something about them being good people, and I'm out.
Next thing...I remember waking up. Everything fuzzy (still didn't have the glasses on). My sister is there. I think we talked. Um...probably. Then Dr. M comes in. I ask what the problem is. Apparently I have a LARGE ulcer. Not ulcer muy pequena. Nope. Not me. I have the grande sucker.
So he puts me on Nexium and says he wants to see my in two weeks. Amber helps me find my clothes and my eyes, and I dress.
I don't really remember a lot of what happens next. I was still in my happy place. I wasn't supposed to drink anything until 12:15, but Amber (wonderful sister that she is) took me to Sonic where I was blessed with a Rt. 44 Diet Coke...easy on the ice. The doctor warned her that I may have problems keeping stuff down, but I took a long swallow anyway.
I remember Amber glancing over worriedly (I AM in her car) and asks if I'm all right.
"Goooooooooooooood," I remember saying. Yeah. Just like that. With a big ol' goofy grin on my face.
Then she takes me home. Most of this is just a blur, too. Got home about twelve-thirty and passed out. Woke up at six that evening.
So there ya have it.
Me=duodenal ulcer. A granddaddy by all accounts.
Go. Figure.
Grins*

Bit of a medical update

I'm a tad bit tore up. Spent Saturday in bed. Didn't come to work yesterday. Still have that damn pain in my side. So I'm getting a lovely scope down my throat Friday so the doc can have a looksee.
Pfffftttttt
How happy does that make me?
Not damn very.

Girls start school tomorrow. I think that'll be great for them. Back to the ol' routine. And there is something I dearly love about this time of year. Fall around the corner (Please God, enough of the 104 degree days). Leaves changing. Pumpkins for slaughter. Oh yeah. Good stuff. And even though the chickens are hemming and hawing, I know they are ready.
I'm ready. Hell! What else matters? *grins*

Hopefully I'll have more answers after Friday about the health debacle. More later.
Grins*

Fourth of July???

My sis and her hubby came by last night to shoot off some fireworks. *grins* Yeah, it's a month or so late...but so what?
The sis and I discussed family matters whilst the brother-in-law tackled my children and made them eat dirt under the pretense of playing "touch football." *snickering*
It was a fun evening of loud fireworks and hilarity. And no...for those of you wondering...I didn't catch anything on fire or shoot any fireworks AT my kids. hehehe

And other news...Fire Goddess is on the front page of Fictionwise. So it's now available. Hie thee in that direction and pick it up. Good stuff. I'm telling ya. I have a sample chapter on my website.
And speaking of peeks...you can click on my C'ann Inman link on my homepage and check out a sample of Torrid Teasers Vol. 33 Moon Goddess/Sun Goddess AND a new release coming out in November. Both of these books are Erotic Romance. *GRINS*
I need to figure out how in the hell to get my book covers in my sidebar. I HATE screwing with the template. Makes me break out in hives. *shuddering*

Still on meds. Waiting to find out more about that situation. Other than that...life's pretty damn good.
Grins*

Medical issues

*sigh*

Broke down and went to the doctor the other day. Came back with three prescriptions and two promises of appointments in the future. One appointment for some sort of ultrasound. The other appointment so a lovely doc can shove a scope down my throat and see if I have an ulcer.
*gag*
Thankfully, I will be out for that. But the thought of a doc sticking ANYTHING ANYWHERE is enough to give me nightmares.

After I explained my symptoms...the doc said it sounded like gallbladder issues. Well, yeah. I agreed. Except for the fact that I had it removed two years ago. That would be a slight problem with the hypothesis. pfffttttttt

So we're playing hide-n-seek with the problems going on in my body. Two of the three prescriptions knock me on my ass. One painkiller and one for nausea. So I'm rather walking around in a fog. Trying to screw my head on tight. The operative word be "trying" here. *grins*

Hello. My name is Crystal, and I have cooties of unknown origin.
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Inane arguments pulled from my real life

Betwixt the chickens:

An argument about who put two pieces of toilet paper over the missing part of the mini-blind. And then an argument as to how long it has been there.

An argument over a baby doll that realistically uses the "little people" potty it came with. Argument substance: How much can one person feed this baby? When? Who is emptying the potty?

An argument over who touches whose kitten. (Because By God! We don't have enough of the little buggers floating around. *eye roll*)

An argument about who rides shotgun in the van.

An argument about playing a PS2 game.

An argument about who gets the last bit of cereal.

An argument about someone's elbow being two inches in the viewing area of another individual.

Yeah. Seriously.
And can I tell you how much I love to get these phone calls at work? How bright it makes my day to hear my chickens arguing about two pieces of toilet paper? *snort*

Less than two weeks. *rubbing hands together* And I'm shipping the chickens back to school. Back to where the knowledge is paramount (in an educational Utopia), and they are busy from bell to bell.
*cackling*
Ha!
Find time to argue about some TP then, girls.
Grins*

Reeducating the chickens

I love the eighties. *sigh*
Sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll? Sure. But there were also groundbreaking movies and literature. Television that made people think. And my chickens missed all that.

So what am I doing? A little reeducation. A trip back to the eighties, if you will.
Let them watch Die Hard Saturday evening. Because, I mean, Die Hard 4 is out, and they haven't a clue who John McClane is. I remedied that. I also have Wayne's World (who doesn't like to see a pre-Shrek Mike Myers pull his underwear up his butt and walk backwards acting like a "cheeky monkey"?) Breakfast Club is on my list. Back to the Future. Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. And a few others. These are classics. And I like my chickens to be well-rounded.
*grins*

Saturday was running around day. The short people and I suffered the extremely hot weather and did a bit of shopping. A trip to see my lovely sis. Then we came home and watched movies. Sunday...guess what? I WROTE! And not just a little bit. *GRINS*
Five thousand words or more on Water Goddess. One thousand words or more on a short story. Go me! Of course, then I had a headache and took it easy for the rest of the day. Read Tamora Pierce's Book One in one of her series. Have the next ones on order. I really enjoyed it. It's Young Adult fiction, but it's a good read. I find myself searching for books that are more than just the same ol' same ol'. There's nothing wrong with that, but I'm leaning towards YA fiction now. Good stuff.
Hope your Monday goes...well, goes.
Grins*

A typical evening at the homestead

The chickens and I got home last night from work. Girls are running about after we all change into our nightclothes. Then there were lively games of armwrestling and thumb wars on the living room floor. That was followed by a jaunt outside where I let my children play with eggs.
Yeah. You heard me. Play with eggs.
This all stems from when Fear Factor was on the air. And yes, weak stomach though I have, I watched it with the short people.
That morphed into Fear Factor for my children! Because yes...I have a wide sadistic streak. So I know my children's fears and weaknesses. And one of the "stunts" was eating hot dogs dipped in mayo, mustard, bbq, and something else. The last one escapes me. Anyway...oldest chicken loathes mayo. Baby chicken dislikes bbq. So it was all fun. Then we'd toss eggs to each other and see who they cracked on.
(Um...anybody calling DHS yet?)

After we broke out the eggs (literally), we stepped inside because the children were not aesthetically pleasing (nor were they fragrant) at this point in time, and they hopped in the shower. Middle chicken took the first shower and decided to shave her legs.
OK. All you females know that behind the legs is NOT the funnest place to run a razor over. It's not as bad as some...but I'm just saying. So she accidentally slices against a small mole there. I, of course, have one, too. So I'm making sympathetic sounds, and we're doctoring the area. And then Middle chicken is like...WHY in the world do I have that there? I explain that some is genetics. I have one there, too. And it's unpleasant when razor meets mole.

(At this point in time...a disclaimer. I am hell on wheels in English. But I don't have much interest in Math or Science. Ya ya. Bad, bad me. So any untruths I'm about to retell should be chalked up to my Scientific ignorance. Back to your regularly scheduled blog...)
After the genetic discussion, I explain that melatonin concentrates on some area of the bodies and darkens the pigment.
Oldest chicken pipes up, "Why does it have to concentrate on my bootay?" Because, you see, oldest chicken has a nice heart-shaped mole on one buttcheek. I apparently have one, also. (I've been told)
And so does my Mom. (Sorry, Mom. I just outed you on my blog. Love you. *grins*) You don't get to know WHICH buttcheek because we all need a little mystery in our lives. But needless to say...Middle Chicken about fell out of her chair when Oldest Chicken spoke up. Puts it all into perspective, doesn't it?
Then there came a game or sixty of tic-tac-toe. But I begged off and took my butt to bed.

It's not all fun and games. Not all the time. Nor is it the guillotine.
Just another day in the life.
Grins*

Two or three?

Bullshit. Utter bullshit.

If you're expecting only two or three characters to die in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows...you'd be dead wrong. I won't post spoilers here because I'm all about everyone reading it for him/herself. I will say that I started reading under the misconception that only a small handful of characters I've come to know and love would perish. And when I reached a fifth of the way through the book, and I was past that number...I was displeased. The displeasure built as a character I thoroughly loved and enjoyed was killed.
Picture this:
Mama and the chickens riding in the van one day heading home. I'm driving. *snickering*
Anyway...we start to discuss HP #7. And we all agree that the Triad (Harry, Hermione, and Ron) cannot die. Nope. I'm not digging that at all. And then I name three other characters I just couldn't bear to lose.
Now...picture this:
Me reading #7. It's a fight scene. Huge battle. So far...I'm almost well with those that have passed. And then it happens...one of my three passes. *snap* Just like that. And I cried. Oldest chicken who was reading on the bed (her copy) with me cries just because I do. And it royally sucks. I LOVED this character. So I've got a blinding headache because well...I don't cry pretty. And I'm dashing away tears and telling myself that Jo really just pissed me off. My heart is halfway broke. And thus the power of Potter. So just be warned...if you're mentally ticking off characters that die...you'll be going past six. Easy.

Oldest chicken made me laugh when she said she was researching a bit about the book and was worried before it's release because "British people don't care when they kill people." Lovely, huh? She's such a nut. And she's plowing through at a rapid rate of speed, also. I started at 8:30 Saturday. Finished at 4:00. Took a break for breakfast and one for lunch.

Then when I was done with Potter...went outside and mowed the lawn for a good four and a half hours. Came back in and watched the last two episodes of Dr. Who Season 2. Which, by the way, is also a tearjerker.
Sheesh!

I'm not saying don't enjoy Potter. Because it's a fantastic book. There's a lot of depth. A lot of growing up. And it's fascinating.
I wish the Epilogue would have been longer. And I sure as hell wish she would have spared that one character. But if you've stuck with Potter this long...you'll need to read it. And finally say good-bye to The Boy Who Lived.

Grins*

Biography

You know...I've written works that are over seventy thousand words long. I've compacted the gist of my story in a blurb only fifty words long. But give me a biography, and I absolutely spazz.

The Red Dirt Festival will be here in November. I'm going to have a booth and be on a Romance Panel with Merline Lovelace and Christine Rimmer. I am TOO excited!!! But guess what? I had to write a bio. And for some reason...when it comes to writing about myself...I feel like a complete twit.
Too much? Not enough? Do I sound cheesy? Good Lord! The pressure! Because I don't know how many hundreds of people are going to read this stuff at the site. *sigh* Or if they'll be thinking..."Holy cow! This chick's been sampling the sauce." *grins* Which, by the way, would probably make my biography very interesting.
Grins*

Out of sorts

I'm the type of person who will take what is said and process it over a period of time. If I have some type of discussion early in the day...you can bet I'll be going over it that night as I lay awake studying the paint patterns on my ceiling. It's grand.

So when I have a particularly important discussion early in the day...I stew over it. And since some of today's news was not good...I stew some more. So that's what I've been doing. Taking the discussion and dissecting pieces of it. Wondering if the next news I get will be worse. Probably taking on way more than I should. And it's hard.

I'm out of sorts.

Should I have said more? Did I say the right thing? Geez. I can easily drive myself stupid with this stuff. *smacking self in forehead*
And now I have someone else that didn't like the fact I had this conversation earlier. And isn't that BETTER than grand?
And yes...I'm deliberately being vague. Because this flippin' Soap Opera is my life.
*massive eye roll*
Fictional characters have it so easy.
Grins*