Thursday, August 2, 2007
1:31AM - Stupid Frank Sinatra Songs
... that make me cry like a baby, I mean.
Current mood: crushed
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
I found this while I was looking through some old photos. It's me at 4 years old with my cousin Ton (he's 3 months younger than me). I'm totally freaked by the thought of me as a toddler. I can't even imagine ever being this young. *shudder* And yet I was. Huh.
Here's me and Ton some twenty-something years later. The one in the pink (?) dress is his sister, Kaye. You know... I think Ton is starting to lose his hair. Gah, we're old!
Here's me, my cousin Ino, and my two sisters, Kristin and Michelle. Check out the retro 70's print curtain (and this was the 80's!). Even then I had a bitch face. I can't believe I ever tucked in my t-shirt into my shorts. I was such a dork.
This picture is of somebody's birthday party. Try to spot which one I am. I'm not the little girl in the blue jumper and the pigtails. I'm not the little girl in the skirt. I'm not the little girl smiling bashfully next to that old woman in the red muumuu (my grandmother). I'm not the one in the back in the school uniform. I'm not the baby. If you guessed "the little boy covering his mouth and standing in front of the very brown old man (my grampa)," then give yourself a prize. No, I wasn't a little boy. My mom just liked to cut my hair short when I was a kid because I always got gum in it. Also, cooties.
Here's a picture that definitely freaked me out. This is my mother and her older sister, Susie. My mom is the one in the white striped shirt. Check out Jesus looking on disapprovingly! Must be 'cause he knows my mom isn't wearing a bra! My mom was a hippy-rebel back in the day.
And finally, this is me looking totally hot. AND SKINNY. WTF. This can't be me! I don't smoke. And yet it looks eerily like me. I'm convinced someone photoshopped that cigarette onto my fingers. I call shenanigans!
Thursday, April 5, 2007
6:38PM - Laura Kinsale glom
I'm on a Laura Kinsale glom right now. I ran out of books to read by Robin McKinley and was looking for an author who writes powerful, haunting prose as well as strong characters. I was hesitant to pick up Laura Kinsale again after feeling emotionally eviscerated by Flowers from the Storm, but decided the lady shouldn't be judged by one book. I just finished My Sweet Folly and will be reviewing it on Not Chick Porn soon enough, but as I was telling Candy, I liked it, but it didn't blow me away. I was so fucking excited by the first few chapters that when Ms. Kinsale started introducing external plots in the later chapters that served to only separate our hero and heroine, it pissed me off. It just wasn't as tight as the beginning of the book. I was also a little disappointed that Robert Cambourne wasn't as batshit crazy as the blurb made him out to be. Stupid Lying Blurb! I'll get 'chu! I also got Uncertain Magic and all the books with the Heart in the title. I can't believe that the hero of the Shadow and the Star is a fucking ninja. How cool is that?
Current mood: nerdy
Saturday, March 31, 2007
1:55AM - New Fascination
Current mood: bored
Thursday, March 29, 2007
I'm a grown-ass woman. In fact, I'm closer to 30 than I'm more comfortable with and my mother keeps telling me to dress like my age. Confession time: I don't know how to dress my age. Shit, am I supposed to be shopping at Ann Taylor and stuff? It'd be one thing if I were working in Wall Street or something, but I'm... well, I'm an author. I work in my underwear with my hair uncombed and a bowl of ramen noodles on my stomach most of the time. Sometimes, I don't even shower until Tim comes home from his corporate-ladder job, barges into my office, leans down to kiss me, and says, "Goddamn, you smell." Why shouldn't I wear funny t-shirts that crack me up when I look in the mirror? I'm a t-shirt and jeans girl. I don't have a lot of pretty dresses or skirts... and my buddy Syd is going to shriek when she reads this, but... I only have 4 pairs of shoes, one of them a pair of really raggedy Birkenstocks. I'm just not... a fancy girl, I guess.
Current mood: amused
... I'm hopeful right now. Working out the details with a couple of collaborators (Bonnie Dee and Annie Dean) on an anthology. I think it may be a sure-shot... but... don't want to jinx it. Will let you know the dealie once I got it all worked out.
Current mood: hopeful
11:45AM - How awesome is this?
Friday, March 23, 2007
2:26PM - My 1st Book Cover
I am thrilled to bits, I tell ya. He looks kind of like Wentworth Miller from Prison Break, though Shuzluva tried to tell me he looks like Justin Timberlake. He looks nothing like Ollie, my hero, but... I'm also sharing this cover with 3 other womyn, so that's cool. Anyway, I'm very thankful that this cover is pretty damn sexy (even if he DOES look a little bit like Timberlake), 'cause you know that cover gods were just itching to strike my ass down.
Current mood: ecstatic
Thursday, March 1, 2007
(not to be confused with the Scribe Virgin)
March 1, 2007 1:11PM, Deadline: March 2, 2007
FINISHED!! I AM DONE!! Okay, I still need to polish it up a little and write the synop, but damn... so proud of myself. I AM Awesome! Whose house? Bam's house! (Say what?) Whose house? Bam's house!
Current mood: happy
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Current mood: excited
Saturday, February 17, 2007
11:31PM - The Power of Queen
I thought Brandon Routh was a little wooden (heh-heh... wood) in his performance as Superman/Clark Kent in Superman Returns (super-fucking-hot, but wooden... heh-heh wood)... but... somehow this little song by Queen makes him electric. I mean, it makes
Current mood: horny
10:37PM - Oh God, Oh God, Oh...
Fuck. I think I'm going to throw up. This thing is due on March 2nd. AND I've got 2 Finals, 2 novellas, and an autobiography due.
Dear God, this writing thing is hard. Is it too late to switch to nursing?
Current mood: pessimistic
Friday, February 16, 2007
10:05AM - I GOT PUBLISHED!!
Candy had to remind me about my super-secret blog 'cause I had forgotten all about it. Seriously. that's why the lack of post.
What Leilani wants, Leilani gets. That is, until she meets the enigmatic Oliver Clayton, her new neighbor. For some reason, Oliver seems to be intent on avoiding her even though he's obviously interested. Leilani has tried to everything to get his attention, from wearing skimpy little outfits to walking a neighbor's dog six times in front of his yard. Leilani wants Oliver… and she always gets her man.
In the heat of the summer, the temperature's not only thing rising. Luckily, Oliver has that pool in his backyard and Leilani knows just how to cool off…Now here's what I'm slightly worried about. I like... NAY, I love reviewing books. I like making fun of book covers. But now that I'm officially an author, does that mean I have to stop reviewing books and making fun of covers? 'Cause I think I'm rather good at it.
Maybe I should just make a rule not to review e-books (for the time being) OR review outside the genre. What do you think?
Current mood: accomplished
Tuesday, May 9, 2006
8:44PM - Damn these songs
I don't know why certain songs turn me on. I think it's the beats.
Current mood: predatory
Friday, May 5, 2006
9:08AM - My uncle Al
I remember my Uncle Al being a giant, jolly man with a big black mustache. He was married to my mom's younger sister, Laurie. Sometimes, he was grumpy, especially in the morning, but he was a nice man.
Current mood: sympathetic
Wednesday, May 3, 2006
7:06PM - Sexually Harassed!
I work at a law firm. That law firm is down the street from my house and that is the main reason that I work there. I go to work everyday dressed in a pair of baggy jeans and a t-shirt that usually has something pop culture-y on it. In short, I don't go to work dressed to kill.
Current mood: aggravated
Tuesday, May 2, 2006
11:23PM - On Being a Reviewer
I review romance novels. And I love it. I love reading them by the bushels and telling the world what I think about them.
Current mood: thoughtful
11:01PM - Umm
This is my first LJ entry. I'm embarassed to say that as a writer, I have nothing to say. Nothing. Stupid blank page. Was it Hemingway who said that the scariest thing to a writer is a blank page? Ah, what the hell does he know? He ate his own gun, didn't he? I'm not gonna go out that way, man. Not me.
Current mood: blah