70500 / 100000 words. 71% done! line of the day: It bothered me, the mess of it. The slick-slidingness and smell of it, too. Ten pages a day. That’s what I’m doing. Ten pages a day. Day by day. And of course now I’m in the middle of a hot scene but because I didn’t [...]
Archive for March, 2008
Author Julie K. Rose is doing a nifty thing! She’s doing interviews with authors about their musical choices. And you all know how much I love music. Check out the podcast she did from an interview with moi…HERE.
Yay! I’m pleased to announce I just sold two books to Berkley Sensation. The first is a three-novella project tentatively called Pleasure and Purpose and I’m one third finished with it. Wheeeee!!! The second is…undetermined, but I have a couple options. AND I HAVE CORNED BEEF FOR DINNER!!!!!!!!!! M
I first “met” Thom Lyons via Myspace…2 years ago, I think. I don’t recall how we ended up being friends there, but I think he friended me (before I banned band requests.) Anyway, I fell head over heels in love, love, love with his song Talking About the Weather. At the time he allowed downloads [...]
You know that dog crap that ruins your favorite pair of shoes? That’s you. And because she said it so well, go read what my buddy thinks about you, here. If you download books from the internet without paying for them, you are stealing. And that makes you a thief. And therefore, you suck. And [...]
Wrote a few pages while watching Queer As Folk. Ok, so it was only a few, but c’mon. I kept getting distracted. 65500 / 100000 words. 66% done! line of the day: Being unable to speak is different than not having words. I’m tired. That is all. M
Whiskey Creek Press chat session featuring – Chris Winters Ever wonder where authors get their inspiration for their heroes? Do you picture a certain man in your head when you’re reading? Do you ever just want to bite those chiseled chests on the cover of our hot romances? If so, join us Saturday, March 15 [...]
62250 / 100000 words. 62% done! haven’t posted lately, so there it is. line of the day: I’d imagined the sender, my secret commander, crafting each word with the intent of forcing me one more step along a path so curved I couldn’t see the end. And on emoticons. It’s hard to judge someone’s tone [...]




