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Monday, April 26th, 2010
Monday Roundup

Bailey waiting for toyBailey was waiting for me to get to his house yesterday so we could play!

It was another busy weekend.  Wizard and I went  to see THE BACKUP PLAN.  I was bored. I didn’t want to see it but Wizard thought it might be funny.

Silly Wizard, he should listen to his witch :-)

We also had a whole list of chores and errands on Saturday, and I managed to talk Wizard in stopping by a pet store to look at puppies.  On the way home, he said, “You’re wearing me down, witch, you’re wearing me down.”

Realllly? Bwhahahaha!!! Of course two hours later, he’s back to telling me we can’t get a dog. We’ll see, Wizard, we will see!

Sunday I spent all morning cooking and baking, we went to my two sons’ house to celebrate one of their birthdays and my mother in law’s birthday.  We had fun.  Even better, Bailey is helping my quest for a dog by curling up next to Wizard and going to sleep with his head on Wizard’s leg.  I caught Wizard petting him several times.

I didn’t get a lot of writing done, but this week will be all work and no play.

How was your weekend?

Thursday, April 22nd, 2010
What do you think?

So I heard this news yesterday from this link

SAN FRANCISCO – Danielle Steel‘s former assistant has been sentenced to nearly three years in prison for embezzling more than $760,000 from the romance novelist.

Kristy Watts worked for 15 years and earned an annual salary of $200,000 for part-time work that included handling Steel’s payroll and accounting.

The 48-year-old pleaded guilty last year to depositing numerous checks made out to “cash” in her own bank account, using the author’s credit card rewards points and paying herself more than her salary.

U.S. District Court Judge Vaughn Walker on Tuesday sentenced Watts to two years and nine months in prison.

She has paid the author $969,752 to settle a lawsuit by selling her house and furnishings. Watts is married to a San Francisco Police Department officer and has a 6-year-old daughter.

I was floored.  The woman worked PART TIME and made $200,000 a year and still stole from her employer? Pathetic.

What do you think?

Monday, April 19th, 2010
Monday Roundup!

It’s been another busy weekend!

Friday night we went to see DATE NIGHT.  We laughed like lunatics. I really enjoyed the whole–boring married couple getting caught up in a crazy adventure–plot.  I thought Steve Carell and Tina Fey were perfect.

Baby cattle collie mixSaturday we went to the animal shelter. Wizard said he was tired of seeing my sad face.  We didn’t find the right dog, and I’m not sure what Wizard considers “right.” I suspect a wind up TOY dog might be what he has in mind. But keep those spells coming, we’re making progress with Wizard!

This is me holding a little beauty at another place my son and I went too.  She’s a lover, a collie mix, but probably too big.  She’s only three months old here.  It was tough, but I walked away.  I don’t think she’ll have any trouble finding a home.

After playing with that dog, I went home and FINALLY kicked my book’s butt! Okay here’ s the sad pathetic part–it was only about five pages, but I’ve been trying to find a way to get this turning point in for a week. A whole freaking week and every scene I tried failed.  I think I’ve got it now.  And it sets up the next scenes too.

Also (busy weekend, remember?) I read FAERIE FATE by Silver James! Loved it!  It’s a time travel romance, if you haven’t read it, what are you waiting for?

By now, you’re all probably sick of hearing this, but I just have to say that I’m so excited that BLOOD MAGIC is a finalist in the National Readers Choice Award contest! Congratulations to all my fellow finalists!

I’ll stop now. It’s your turn, how was your weekend?

Friday, April 16th, 2010
Hunk Fail!

Holy Time Keepers, it’s Friday! Again! And my deadline is barreling down on me like an avalanche. Two months!

I need a paper bag! Or maybe a cauldron of appletinis!

Or maybe this:

Dear Jen Lyon,

I understand that there is a dangerous motorcycle-stunt in your book NIGHT MAGIC to be released April 2011. See how I do my research? Anyway,  I know how much you witches love your Wing Slayer Hunters, so to keep Phoenix safe during this dangerous stunt, I’d like to apply for the position as Phoenix’s Stunt Double. Please see the enclosed picture.

Thank you,

Wild Bill Wannabe

Hunk fail, dude on bike Florida100

I swear, I can’t make this stuff up (cough-liar-cough)!  So what do you think witches? Pass or Fail?

Have a great weekend!

Thursday, April 15th, 2010
Winner! From Tuesday’s Guest Blog

Silver faeriefate_300It’s time to announce the winner of a copy of FAERIE FATE from Silver’s guest blog!

Using, the winner is…


Congratulations, Kami! Please email Silver at with your choice of paperback or ebook, and be sure to include your snail mail address  for the book, or email address for the .pdf version.

And for everyone else, here’s my question of the day: Have you bought or gotten an e-reader yet?

Tuesday, April 13th, 2010
Guest Blogger Silver James!

It’s my pleasure to welcome the one and only Silver James to the blog today! I had the privilege of reading an early version of Silver’s book, FAERIE FATE, and within the very first few pages I was swept away into another world filled with rich characters, deep magic and timeless love.  Please join me in welcoming Silver James!

Writing: One Tenth Inspiration, Nine Tenths Perspiration

A long, long time ago in a galaxy far away, a writer slaved away at her desk. Tap-tap-tippity-tap. Her fingers flew across the keyboard and words magically appeared—translated from her imagination to the virtual paper of her monitor. Yet, times abounded when the illusive WIP danced just out of her reach like a will-o-the-wisp, teasing her with a unicorn’s song. Publication. An agent. An editor. The New York Times Best Seller’s List! Elusive dreams indeed.

When harsh reality knocked on the door, I answered. Woe is me. My quest for publication seemed as futile as laying hands on the Holy Grail at times. I considered giving up; considered laying aside my keyboard-cum-sword. Publication was a dragon I could not slay; that shining unicorn merely an illusion. I could tell stories! Inspired stories of derring do and star-crossed lovers, of dark moments and happy ever afters. I could! Convincing anyone but my friends and family proved tougher. But I made it. Finally. Albeit, my route proved circuitous. And that’s when it got hard. Really hard. See, I thought writers only needed to be inspired—that inspiration led to marvelous books of the sort agents and editors clamored to get. Ha! (I’m still looking for an agent, as my circuitous route to publication led me down a less-traveled path.) Getting the contract was just the tip of the iceberg. Edits. Revisions. Excerpts. Blurbs. Websites and covers and blogs, oh my!

The “ugly” truth hit about the same time I received my release date for FAERIE FATE. One word slapped me in the face. Marketing. ACK! AckSputterCringeNOOOOOOO! You see, there’s a reason I never went into sales or retail. I hate selling. *shudder* I especially hate selling myself. Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoy standing in front of crowd and giving a speech or acting. THAT’S different. Totally. “It is,” she says insistently. I can stand up and give a ten-minute extemporaneous speech at the drop of hat. A ten-minute pitch session with an editor or agent? FAIL! Writing a cover blurb? FAIL! But that’s a topic for another blog. Today, I’m discussing all the fun a writer gets to have when it comes time to promote The Book. Didja catch the sarcasm? Forget the post cards, bookmarks, and promo items to give away. Those are easy. The hard part is doing exactly what I’m doing here today—connecting, hopefully, with readers and convincing them to buy my book. I know it doesn’t look hard, given I’m sitting here in my fuzzy slippers, jammies, and only brushed my teeth because my coffee tastes better. ;) The hard part comes from projecting personality and a feel for my writing and my work in the two-dimensional world. Yes, it is just like writing a book. But not. See, in a book, I am “acting out parts and telling a story.” Here, I am…acting like myself. If a reader doesn’t like *ME*, will they like my book? Will they even pick it up to give it a try? (Cue the Sally Field “They LIKE me” moment…)

Deciding how much to reveal, deciding on a topic of interest, deciding on how much you can write before boring your audience to death… This is tough! Thomas Edison pinned the tail on the donkey when he said, Genius is 99 percent perspiration and 1 percent inspiration. Simply change “genius” to “writing.”

Silver faeriefate_300 If you could go back, do it over again, would you take a chance to find true love? What if you had no choice?

On her fiftieth birthday, the faerie catapult Rebecca Miller a thousand years into the past to find her happily ever after with Ciaran MacDermot, the last Fenian warrior in his line. In the 21st Century, Becca is old enough to be Ciaran’s mother. In the 10th, she’s young enough to be his bride.

The fae forgot to mention one slight stipulation. The lovers must be bound before the Festival of Light, or Becca will forever disappear into Tir Nan Óg, the faerie Land of the Ever Young. Will they discover the binding words before time runs out and they’re torn apart forever? Or will their eternal love defeat their Faerie Fate?

Without the words, history is doomed to repeat itself.

But knowing y’all, you want to get a little more “up close and personal” with our Silver Fate-Ciaran_andredanke16hero. One of the things Becca notices most often is his incredible blue eyes. (Well…along with his muscular legs and chest, shoulders, and his ass…ets. His other assets. That’s what I meant. Really.) Here’s how Becca describes him at one point:

Becca wrapped the mantle around her like a toga. She ran from the room but stopped on the top step of the stairs, unaware her guard had stopped behind her. Men milled about the great hall, Niall and a few others shouting orders. Ciaran stood in the midst of it all, a wild warrior tall and strong.

She couldn’t breathe. He wasn’t just handsome. He was beautiful in the way the Rocky Mountains were with their rugged majesty, the way a desert sunset was all crimson fire, blazing across a blue sky, so brilliant one had to squint. Her eyes filled with rainbows as she blinked away tears.

Earlier in the story, Becca wakes up to discover Ciaran standing in the doorway, watching her. This is what happened next:

Becca sucked in her breath. That gorgeous guy lounged against the doorjamb, leering at her. “How long have you been there?” she sputtered.

Grinning lopsidedly, he affirmed her worst fear when he answered, “Long enough, cailín.”

The man positively purred at her, and she couldn’t keep her eyes from straying. Lord but he was tall, and all that black hair, not to mention… She jerked her gaze back to his face.

Ciaran really hadn’t meant to watch her get out of bed, but when she threw back the covers and was naked… Then she swung those magnificent legs over the side of the bed, and he couldn’t force his eyes to look away or his body to behave. He was pleased she’d boldly looked him over. Tit for tat, he thought. Then the delicate pink tip of her tongue swept across her bottom lip, and he almost groaned aloud. He knew the gesture was unconscious on her part, which made it even more enticing. When her top teeth tugged at her lip, it was all he could do to stand there. Every muscle in his body wanted to sweep her into his arms so he could kiss her soundly. She blushed and the fact she was embarrassed by her perusal of him amused a man who’d never been amused by a cailín before.

Defensively, she pulled the throw closer around her. “Do you mind?” she snarled pointedly.

“I don’t mind at all.” His masculine conceit fueled his smug grin.

Becca looked around for something to throw at his arrogant face. Guessing her intentions, he laughed before ducking out the door and tugging it closed behind him.

Ciaran is all Alpha Male. Arrogant. Strong. Completely sure of himself, even though Becca leaves him gobsmacked. He has a big heart and he loves his cailín with his entire heart. One random commenter will receive their choice of the paperback or ebook .pdf version of FAERIE FATE. If you already have the book, you can pick another FATE goodie (mug, notebook, or totebag)!

Available now from The Wild Rose Press, and B& FAERIE FATE by Silver James

Silver_James_smallMy imagination has always run rampant. As a published author, I get to share the stories created there. Over the course of my lifetime, I’ve been a mother, military officer’s wife, state appellate court marshal, airport rescue firefighter and forensic fire photographer, crime analyst, and technical crime scene investigator. Retired from the “real world” now, I live in Oklahoma and spend my days at the computer with my two Newfoundland dogs, the “lolcat” who rules us all, and myriad characters all clamoring for attention. Eventually, I’ll tell each of their stories, including the second book in the Faerie Tales: FAERIE FIRE coming September 17, 2010. For more information visit me at

Thursday, April 8th, 2010
You’re a Cone Head When…

You’re twelve and a half pounds and think you can beat up the big black lab who lives next door.

cone head

Bailey is fine! It happened a couple weeks ago. The lab next door just wants to play, but Bailey is territorial (aren’t all males?) and somehow they got into a tussle through the fence. Bailey’s eye was cut, but he healed right up. He only wore the cone for a day. The lab is fine.

Gotta give Bailey props for Bravery! Just because the dog is oh, six times his size, doesn’t mean he’s gonna back down.

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