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posted by Loucinda McGary aka Aunty Cindy Everyone knows that yer olde Aunty is NOT a morning person. Anything that happens before 10 a.m. West Coast Time is not something Aunty needs to know (unless, of course, it is a flight to a vacation destination) ! You can imagine Aunty's chagrin when recently she was awakened from dreamland at 8:30 by someone pounding on the front door. NOBODY pounds on my door. First, they must brave Aunty's stalwart protectors the Pug-wa-wa and the Yorkie Unholy Terrier. Should they happen to arrive when said obstacles are not in attendance, they will receive Aunty's Nasty Lecture Number 23B which references the "No Solicitors" sign in plain view on the front gate, IF Aunty deigns to answer at all. But the other morning at the ungodly hour of 8:30 a.m. someone dared my canine security squad (who were barking like the hounds of Hades) to knock... LOUDLY! Figuring it must be something dire, I crawled out of bed, stumbled to the door

I enjoy public speaking. Am I weird? No, don't answer that! When I realized this speaking engagement, set up a few weeks ago, was right on top of me, my first thought wasn't, "Oh, no. How the hell am I going to be comfortable in the car all the way to RI? Maybe I should cancel." or "How am I going to sit on my sore tuccas all day? Maybe I should cancel." It was, "Oh, no! I hope I can go, because I don't want to miss the fun!" Many of us have wonderful husband's but mine deserves some kind of award. Not only for putting up with me (embarrassed grin) but also for supporting my hopes and dreams any way he can. Mr. Ash drove me all the way to RI, and hung out at the library, reading the latest Dan Brown novel on his Kindle. The lovely ladies of RI welcomed him to join us for lunch, and he did. Not "classically handsome" but wildly attractive to me--even after all these years, I'm proud to "show him off" any time my fri

It seemed appropriate to have a gray wolf working on his first pumpkin for Thanksgiving. It's actually Halloween here in the picture, but I'm afraid wolves and turkeys wouldn't work out as well. :) So this will have to do as a Thanksgiving wolfish scene. :) Hmm, the other day, one of my daughter's girlfriends showed off her t-shirt: Running with Werewolves. I need one of those! But how about: Dancing with Werewolves. :) Like the play on Dancing with Wolves? And my werewolves love to dance...in human form, so I think it works. :) One of the fun things of being an author is that we get all kinds of neat notes--an editor of a newspaper from Georgia asked for a copy of To Tempt the Wolf to review and I'm delighted. I've been asked by an RWA chapter to provide an article for a newsletter, and another who asked me if I'd do a blog for the chapter. A nearby book store asked if I'd do a book signing for my fans there next weekend. And a Berkley author asked i

November’s here and I’m wondering what happened to October. That’s easy. I had a month of blog promotion and book signings for Hex in High Heels and I attended the Emerald City Conference where Yasmine Galenorn and I got to hang out. It was so much fun even as we made faces at each other during the book fair. What can I say? They put our tables facing each other and we couldn’t help ourselves. I also had a Haloween night signing at a local bookstore which was awesome. We had so much fun and I'm just mad at myself for not having anyone take my picture in my fun witch outfit, so all I have is my table. Plus my husband had surgery last week. He’s doing well, but the surgeon discharged him the night after his surgery citing with all the flu he was safer at home. Hm, did he ask me about my nursing skills to make sure I’m not like Nurse Ratched (reference One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest for that one). Barney is acting like my nurse’s assistant, checking on Bob every so often and Bogie go

I love this time of year! Actually this warm weather gal loves all the weather from mid-April to mid-October, although here in the San Joaquin Valley of California the summers are quite harsh. I do not mind the extreme heat, but it is all the more reason to relish the springs and falls. This year we are being blessed with an unusually mild autumn. Right now, on November 3 as I am typing this, the thermometer is reading 78 degrees! I have the windows open and am sitting here in shorts. Very weird. But I am happier than a pig in slop! Winter is SO n ot my favorite time of year despite my love of Christmas, thus this bizarre daytime warmth is fantastic. If I was forced at gunpoint to pick an all time favorite season I suppose I would say spring. I love feeling the heating sun after the cold of winter and watching the flowers bloom. It is all about the temperate clime, the blaze of colors, and the pleasure of getting outside and working in my garden. Therefore, autumn comes in as a close

A friend of mine sent me this in an email yesterday, and I thought it was quite funny in light of the line of work I'm in. If you can't find the book you're looking for.... You're probably at the.... I wonder if Wong carries copies of the Cat Star Chronicles? Something tells me he wouldn't, so if you're looking for Slave or Outcast, this sentiment probably holds true. Hey, didn't I just do this? It couldn't be my turn to blog again so soon, could it? It MUST be a mistake! But, no, it's on the calendar. . . . and I can't argue with the calendar, can I? Blogging and I have become good friends over the past year or so. I write a blog nearly every day and some days I write several. So when do I write the books, you may ask? My reply is that I have no FOOK HING idea! Well, actually, I do, for though I occasionally stagger forth from my desk to make dinner or go save some lives, the truth is, like most writers, I pretty much sit at a desk in front

by Libby Malin www.LibbysBooks.com Ever since my first book was published (mumble-mumble years ago), I've enjoyed talking about writing. In fact, when I've done talks at bookstores, schools, or book clubs, I've happily shared with audiences my Important Writing Lessons: Learning to write well will serve you well even if you don't choose to be an author. If you do choose to be an author, learn all you can about the business side of the writing "industry." If you do choose to be a novelist, write the darn novel. There's more, of course, in my bag of writing advice tricks. When it comes to doling out writing info, in fact, I can talk for hours with the zeal of a missionary trying to convert the multitudes. Maybe it's because I had to learn so much on my own. I'd like to help others the way some published authors helped me, sharing advice and expertise even when they didn't have to. So for a long time, I was hard-pressed to say no to any request to

By Robin Kaye Actually, since this blog is posting November 2nd, it began yesterday but it’s not too late to join in the fun. NaNoWriMo is for all of you who have said, “I’ve always wanted to write a book.” Here is the perfect opportunity to cross off another item on your bucket list! Go right to NaNoWriMo.org and enter. NaNoWriMo is easy. The goal is to write 50,000 words in one month. I know it sounds daunting but it’s very achievable. The trick is to turn off your internal editor and just write. It’s amazing what happens when you do just that. Sure, you’ll write a lot of crap, but once you get into the groove, you’ll find diamonds among the less than sparkling words. Let’s face it, so many people say they want to write but in my humble opinion, they over think it. Sometimes you just have to sit down and do it. You can think a book to death, but unless you actually write it, it will never come to fruition. Write the book of your heart. There will be plenty of time in the future to do

Launch Party! Release Day! Let the fireworks ring out! Let the jets fly overhead! Let freedom ring— Okay, perhaps I’m going a bit overboard. (Yes, sea analogy totally intentional.) But it does show my feelings as my second book, Wild Blue Under , hits stores. To celebrate, a couple of my characters decided they’d dive in to spread the word since, after about 25 blogs, I think I might have run out of things to say. First up, Chumley Masticar. (A deluxe, beautifully-appointed saltwater aquarium is wheeled onto the deck; inside, a sucker-less remora swims over multicolored coral and through a lava sculpture reminiscent of the Arch at Land’s End .) “Chumley Masticar here. You all might remember me from my save-the-Mer- world role in In Over Her Head , yes? Where I enabled hero Reel Tritone to save the girl, the diamonds, and his life?” He nods his neck-less head. “And what thanks do I get? A marble bust in downtown Atlantis? A celebratory parade? Dinne