Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Earth Day is his Birthday

As an amateur-turned-professional-turned-amateur environmentalist, I tend not to celebrate (or even notice) this Gaia-honoring holiday. To me, every day is Earth Day.

However, every day is not Misha's birthday. The only cat I've ever had whose birthday I knew for sure (we got him from a coworker whose harlot kitty came home knocked up one night), Misha turns Lucky 13 today.

To join me in celebrating the Day of the Guy, please enjoy this instructive video, "An Engineer's Guide to Cats." It even contains a potential solution to global warming at the end, thus fulfilling my holiday obligation.




Since his favorite thing in the world is a new pair of (human) shoes, I might need to make a trip to DSW. Anything to keep the boy happy.

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Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Happy New Year!

(Quick reminder, since a lot of you were away doing whatever it is normal people do over the holiday: there's another Wicked Game ARC drawing this week. Scroll down to last Friday's post. There aren't many entries yet (slackers!), so your chances are excellent.)

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I read yesterday that the way you spend your time at midnight on New Year's Eve is the way you'll spend the rest of the year. I guarantee that I will not spend 2008 drinking too much champagne (how can 1.75 glasses be so intoxicating?) and staring at the blandly handsome face of Ryan Seacrest (how can 1 man get paid so much for doing so little?).

I took the whole day off yesterday, something I never do. Saw Sweeney Todd, which was amazing, the ideal marriage of men and material. When I heard last year that Tim Burton and Johnny Depp were bringing the Sondheim musical to the big screen, I thought, "It will be perfect." And it was.

Then I spent the evening finishing A Rush of Wings by Adrian Phoenix, which comes out next Tuesday. I'll blog in detail about it over the weekend, but it was awesome--serial killers, vampires rock gods, FBI conspiracies, and fallen angels, all in one gorgeously written novel.

On to my 2008 Goals:

1. Rewrite The Reawakened (non-negotiable, since it's under contract)
2. Write and rewrite Bad to the Bone (ditto)
3. Write six tie-in stories for Wicked Game
4. Submit proposal for more vampire books
5. Submit young adult fantasy proposal (completed Book 1 and series synopsis)
6. Write and submit proposal for new adult novel/series
7. Fix screenplay ending and begin submitting it to contests again
8. Design and build WVMPradio.com website and blog for Wicked Game's release
9. Build MySpace pages for WVMP and characters
10. Attend 5 conferences/conventions/book festivals
11. Sign stock at 100 bookstores
12. Do 10 non-conference appearances (signings, talks)
13. Do 25 online interviews/guest blogs
14. Read 50 books
15. Watch 50 movies
16. Foster 5 dogs (not all at the same time)
17. Do my part to make sure my candidate becomes President
18. Never be satisfied with "good enough."

You'll notice that a lot of these are repeats/carry overs from my 2007 goals. I'm a work in progress.

What are your hopes and dreams for 2008? Do they involve booze and fake celebrities? If so, consider revising. Or hell, go for it.

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Now playing: Sleater-Kinney - Start Together
via FoxyTunes

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Sunday, December 16, 2007

Divine badness

Because a lot of you weren't with me last December (and those who were are dying to hear it again), I must share with you a couple of Christmas carol gems I discovered a year ago.

First, a repost of my blog from December 13, 2006:

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The unholiest of nights

I've often thought that a virtuoso performance of Verdi's Requiem can make a believer out of an atheist.

Now, courtesy of The Sneeze, I've found a song that will do the opposite.

(There's a streaming audio button you can hit, but which is barely visible in Firefox. It's right above the words 'or download the mp3.')

Merry Freakin' Christmas.

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Make sure you listen to the whole clip if you can stand it, because it gets better worse as it goes along, right down to the last few seconds. It actually gives me an endorphin rush, either from the pain or the sudden influx of oxygen from laughing so hard.

Then, if you're still conscious, relax with a guy singing "Jingle Bell Rock" using nothing but the title words.

Should I worry that I enjoy these things?

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Saturday, March 17, 2007

Character birthdays, Part Two

I mentioned a few weeks ago that March 1 was the birthday for Shane, the hero of my vampire novels.

One reader asked me offline if I bought Shane a birthday present. A couple of months ago a discussion on this subject took place on the Smart Bitches site, prompted by a post on Laurell K. Hamilton's blog. The discussion centered on how real the characters are to authors, how much they drive the plot, and how thoroughly we know the contents of their pockets.

I can usually tell you what kind of music my main characters like (in Bad Company it's sort of the point) and even how they take their coffee:

  • Lucifer: Black and bitter, as dark a roast as possible
  • Beelzebub: Tons of cream and sugar--he hasn't an ascetic bone in his body
  • Ciara: Three sugars, no milk, except when she's really tired, when it's time for a gigante mocha, organic two-percent milk, one-and-a-half shots of coconut, no whipped cream, lots of cinnamon, and a little nutmeg
  • Shane: Black and cheap

There's no coffee in the Aspect of Crow world, which is one reason I'd never want to live there. They make do with chicory. Also, without electricity it's a lot easier to get a good night's sleep.

I use character interviews to deepen my knowledge of these people, but usually not until after the first draft. The first draft is the getting-to-know-you process. I put them through hell and see how they react. Do they crumble? Do they run? Do they fight back with nasty words? Fists? Do they blame others? Themselves?

If I know how they face down certain death, the rest comes easy. When they step up to a coffee counter and the bored barista says, "What'll you have?" the answer is waiting on the tip of my brain.

Back to Shane's birthday. I wanted to get him food, because like a lot of gift-buyers, I go by what I would want most (be honest, you do it, too).

But vampires can't enjoy solid food ("everything tastes British") so I settled on a six-pack. The local liquor store didn't have any microbrews from his home state of Ohio. Instead I bought some Smithwick's Irish Ale, made by the brewers of tar-in-a-bottle, aka Guinness. It was a nod to Shane's heritage, and the whole reason for posting this musing today and not tomorrow, or, say two weeks ago when it would've been more timely.

A brief product review: Smithwick's is fantastic! It's extremely smooth, while somehow maintaining a rich, full-bodied ale taste. How did I get this far in life without trying it? Go pick up one (or six) for yourself, and have a Happy St. Patrick's Day!

A-Z Update: "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day

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Friday, February 02, 2007

Happy Groundhog Day

Well, what if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today.
--Phil, Groundhog Day, 1993; screenplay, Harold Ramis


Cue annual pitch for my favorite film.

Roger Ebert named it one of his Great Movies. Transparency Now has a wonderful essay on it entitled "Breakthrough to the Real Self."

In short: Bill Murray + spiritual existentialism + large rodent = Cinematic Bliss.

It gets better every year.

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Monday, January 01, 2007

2007 Goals

1. Write first draft of Wings of Crow (non-negotiable, since it's under contract)
2. Rewrite Bad Company and write detailed synopsis of Bad to the Bone (ditto)
3. Submit young adult fantasy (Book 1 and trilogy synopsis) to prospective editors before Memorial Day
4. Read 50 books
5. Design and build WVMPRadio.com website and blog for BC's release
6. Take a vacation with just my husband
7. Make marketing budget and actually keep to it
8. Finish Animal of the Month pages during the first half of the month
9. Make my MySpace page kick ass (or at least decrease its suckage)
10. Spend one day a week on marketing/promotion and reserve the other six days for writing
11. Begin proposal for new novel/series to submit in '08
12. Fix screenplay ending and begin submitting it again
13. Attend 5 conferences/conventions/book festivals
14. Sign stock at 100 bookstores
15. Do 10 non-conference appearances (signings, talks)
16. Foster 5 dogs (not all at the same time)
17. Enjoy the ride

That's mine. What are your goals? Do they make you stretch? Do they have measurable outcomes? Do they involve chocolate?*

I'm especially excited about #10 above. Promotional tasks have distracted me from writing, and conversely, I've made my writing deadlines too tight to afford time for promotion when it really counted (i.e., last October). It's all part of the learning curve, and this year I'll do better.

Happy New Year!

*"Eat more chocolate" definitely has a measurable outcome.

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Thursday, December 28, 2006

Xmas wrapup

Favorite gift: Ray Lewis jersey (and watching the Ravens crush the hated Steelers on Christmas Eve--at Heinz Field, no less, where they've never won before--and then having the Colts lose to the Houston Texans (snicker!) to give the Ravens the No. 2 seed in the AFC)
Least favorite gift: Viral gastroenteritis

Favorite moment: 2-year-old nephew playing with (loud) musical Thomas the Tank Engine* in the middle of church
Least favorite moment: See least favorite gift above


*the source of which may or may not have been the writer of this blog

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Tuesday, December 19, 2006

More Xmas Pain

And here's a guy singing "Jingle Bell Rock" with no lyrics except the title words. Again, courtesy of The Sneeze (which you should all be reading daily so I won't have to tell you the funny parts. Which are all of them).

Remember, I bring you these gifts because I love you.

Word Watch 2006
Count: 226,974
Remaining: 23,026

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Wednesday, December 13, 2006

The unholiest of nights

I've often thought that a virtuoso performance of Verdi's Requiem can make a believer out of an atheist.

Now, courtesy of The Sneeze, I've found a song that will do the opposite.

(There's a streaming audio button you can hit, but which is barely visible in Firefox. It's right above the words 'or download the mp3.')

Merry Freakin' Christmas.

UPDATE!! The antidote, courtesy of Xmas Xtravaganza. The angel's name is Antonique Smith. It's a Christmas miracle.

Another Update: The bad 'O Holy Night,' with zombies. (I actually find it funnier to hear the song without visuals, but Your Mileage May Vary.)

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Thursday, November 23, 2006

Has anyone seen my marbles?

Clearly I've lost them, because I plan to be at the mall tomorrow at six a.m. Me, the woman who never EVER leaves the house on Black Friday.

It's work-related, though. I want to sign stock at the Waldenbooks so the books can be on display and sell, sell, sell!

It should feel insane, but I'm too full of food to care. Sigh...a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat.

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Tuesday, October 31, 2006

The last dark Halloween

As I mentioned 365 days ago, this is the final year that Daylight Savings Time will end before Halloween. Read last year's post for my grumpy thoughts on that.

Today I began my Halloween celebration by rewriting the final scene of Voice of Crow. It's dark, and triumphant. Darkly triumphant, one might say. A fitting end for the second volume of a trilogy.

Tonight we'll spend the evening with our friends in the suburbs, people who live in a trick-or-treater-friendly neighborhood. We've hung out on Halloween with this couple for nine years in a row. Originally my friend Jason (in his pre-spousal days), who lived in an apartment, would come to our house in the 'burbs to share the joy of giving out candy and emotionally scarring young children for life.

When we were younger and less overworked, we dressed up for the trick-or-treaters. One year Jason wore a Batman costume, which all the kids loved, except one:

A young boy, maybe five or six, arrived alone at our door, dressed as the Joker. When it opened, and he was confronted with his nemesis, the tyke narrowed his eyes and murmured, "Batman..."

Then they fought to the death. I, as Catwoman, looked on with amusement.

Sigh...I miss the old Halloween traditions. This year it's pizza and "Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein." We are so old.

So how are you celebrating this wonderful holiday?

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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Halloween Mix Tape

A good compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do. You've got to kick off with a corker, to hold the attention[...]and then you've got to up it a notch, or cool it a notch, and you can't have white music and black music together, unless the white music sounds like black music, and you can't have two tracks by the same artist side by side, unless you've done the whole thing in pairs, and...oh, there are loads of rules.
--Nick Hornby, High Fidelity


I'm dating myself by even using the term, but since our car only has a tape deck, and my husband has had his iPod surgically attached, I still use tapes. Every October I listen to this mix I made back in 2002. It's like having Halloween carols.

Anyway, here it is, recorded in reverse alphabetical order by artist:

"Dragula (Hot Rod Herman Mix)" - Rob Zombie
From the Matrix soundtrack. The day this song doesn't get my blood pumping, just start shoveling the dirt over me.

"Introduction" - Tom Twycker
From the soundtrack to Run Lola Run, a cool German movie about a woman who relives the same twenty minutes three times in an effort to save her boyfriend's life.

"O Death" - Ralph Stanley
From the O Brother Where Art Thou soundtrack, from the scene where they're about to lynch Tommy Johnson (aka, the Wizard of Oz homage scene).

"Hell" - Squirrel Nut Zippers
Not from a soundtrack!

"Tragic Kingdom" - No Doubt
Back before Gwen Stefani became a bubbleheaded sellout. A song about the darker side of Disneyland.

"Polly" - Nirvana
Off Unplugged in New York. Rob, if you think Nirvana is all noise, you should give this album a listen. Beautiful vocals and guitar playing, and a huge dose of self-effacting humor from Kurt Cobain. Painfully good.

"Heresy" - Nine Inch Nails
Trent is uncharacteristically angry in this song.

"Sharks" - Morphine
Because every mix tape of mine must have a Morphine song. It's the law.

"Skinwalkers" - Robert Mirabal
Taos Pueblo tribe member mixes traditional Native American music with rock 'n' roll.

"Lake of Fire" - Meat Puppets
Yay, cowpunk! Who says Texas has no edge?

"Vampires of New York" - Marcy Playground
Ah, Marcy Playground. Geek Meets Grunge. On their second album, they did a song ("Wave Motion Gun") that used the 1970s Japanese animated TV show Starblazers to illuminate heroin addiction.

"Crawling" - Linkin Park
Widely regarded by me as the weak link (ha! get it?) on this mix tape. I thought they were pretty cool back in '02, but now I'm over them. Still, it's there.

"Monster" - L7
Riot grrrls extraordinaire. In Requiem, I modeled Gianna's punk band, Public Humiliation, after L7.

"Falling Away from Me" - Korn
Though they are the mentors to the mentors of Linkin Park (Limp Bizkit), they're still cool in my book, because they don't take themselves seriously. I had to put this on a Halloween tape because it debuted on the second South Park Halloween episode. The band members played themselves in a brilliant Scooby Doo spoof. When they changed into various forms of corn to "fight" the pirate ghosts (or was it ghost pirates?), I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe.

"Voodoo" - Godsmack
One of the tape's highlights.

"People Are Strange" - The Doors
My favorite part of this song is Ray Manzarek's cute little keyboard interlude. I have this vision of a bunch of eerie old people prancing around wearing zombie-like smiles at a David Lynch-esque firehall dance. There's this one lady in a pale blue print dress with big glasses and her hair in a bun. She's creepy. But happy. And that's all that matters.

SIDE 2 (it's a tape, after all)

"Halloween" - Dave Matthews Band
A lyric from this deliciously evil song gives us the mix tape's title: Shadows on the Window

"Burn" - The Cure
From The Crow soundtrack. As I was listening to this last week, I came up with the perfect ending to Voice of Crow. If you haven't seen the movie (or read the comic) The Crow, it's about a guy who comes back from the dead to wreak vengeance upon the people who killed him and his fiancee. Hearing the song reminded me that Crow, like all the Spirits, isn't always benevolent. Hee-hee.

"Bloodletting" - Concrete Blonde
One of several songs (along with Sting's "Moon Over Bourbon Street") inspired by Anne Rice's Interview with a Vampire.

"The Future" - Leonard Cohen
I knew Kurt Cobain and I shared a brain when he wrote in "Pennyroyal Tea": Give me a Leonard Cohen afterworld/so I can sigh eternally. Cohen makes me sigh, heavily. However, this song once made me burst into tears, as I was driving home on Election Day 2000. Because I could see the future, brother. It is murder.

"Creepy Crawling" - Chumbawamba
They were most famous for "Tubthumping" (the I get knocked down, but I get up again song), but the whole album was wonderful. Anarchy you can dance to.

"Dr. Bones" - Cherry Poppin' Daddies
Even more than the aforementioned Squirrel Nut Zippers, the CPDs somehow made swing sound sinister.

"Comfort Eagle" - Cake
We are building a religion/We are making it bigger/We are widening the corridors and adding more lanes/We are building a religion, a limited edition/We are now accepting callers for these pendant keychains.
They don't come any more sardonic than Cake.

"Mouth" - Bush
This is a remix off Deconstructed, but I think it also appeared in the American Werewolf in Paris soundtrack. I say "I think" because like all but 13 or 14 people, I never got closer to watching that movie than seeing the commercial.

"Big Brother/Chant of the Ever-Circling Skeletal Family" - David Bowie
Another good Election Day song.

"Low Red Moon" - Belly
No special comments, just a great song.

"In the Flat Fields" - Bauhaus
Because you can't have a Halloween mix tape without a Bauhaus song. Another law.

"The Pink Room" - Angelo Badalamenti
From the Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me soundtrack, which could be an entire Halloween tape on its own. "Black Dog Runs at Night" gives me the hibbie-gibbies every time.

"Happy Phantom" - Tori Amos
Baby, don't fear the Reaper. It might be fun to be a ghost.

Happy Halloween, everyone. Now go get your creep on.

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Tuesday, July 04, 2006

The Rockets' Red Glare

Thanks, Discovery, for giving the country something to celebrate on its birthday.

Just return home safe now, y'hear?

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Saturday, July 01, 2006

The True North Strong and Free

Happy Canada Day to our neighbors upstairs! You are the coolest of the cool.

Missing your lovely lands,
Jeri

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Thursday, March 02, 2006

Black power

A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere.
--Groucho Marx
Did you know that black cats are least likely to be adopted? What is wrong with people? Are Americans still living in the Dark Ages? Don't answer that.

Here are the top ten reasons to Adopt a Black Cat.

I bring this up today in honor of my own black cat, my best friend, my soul sister, who turns 15 years old today. Her name and face shall remain secret to protect her identity (the paparazzi make her cranky).

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Saturday, December 31, 2005

Janus-head day

It's been a long December
and there's reason to believe
maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times I try to tell myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
--Counting Crows, "A Long December"
My one and only resolution for 2006:

To become a better, more successful writer, without forgetting how to live.


Oh, and go to the dentist.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Sympathetic Characters

The other night I was sitting in church waiting for the Christmas Eve service to begin. As ordered by my sister, who directs the choir, we had arrived fifteen minutes early, which was her way of making sure we arrived on time.

Anyway, I'm sitting there listening to the pretty music when suddenly I think of Ciara*, the main (human) character in my vampire series. She had a happy childhood, and Christmas was a big part of that, but as she grew older she came to believe that her family's happiness had been based on a foundation of falsehood (mainly because her parents turned out to be liars and cheats preying on the faith of others). I realized how sad Christmas would make her feel now, having no family and feeling so bitter about religion.

Then I started to feel sad.

There are real people in my life, mind you, who are spending Christmas in poor health and/or spirits. But there I was, sitting in church feeling sorry for poor little Ciara*, who, I should mention again, DOES NOT EXIST.

Have I gone too far in my fictional fantasy life? Or have I invented/discovered/been blessed with such a vivid, complex character that she's become real to me on a deep emotional level? Either way, I haven't felt this close to a character since I wrote Requiem, which is going on eight years now.

The second book in the series, Bad to the Bone, takes place between Halloween and New Year's, so I'll get to deal with her dealing with Christmas next year. In that book, she meets her spirituality issues head-on when a religious cult threatens the lives and livelihoods of her friends.

But first, between now and the middle of February, I get to write Book One, Bad Company, without interruption. No more stopping to do another draft of Eyes of Crow. It's straight sailing at a blistering pace until "The End."

And since I'm twelve pages behind schedule, I better get back to it now.

*that's the proper Irish pronunciation KEY-ra, not See-AIR-ah like that perfume or that pop singer who doesn't know how to pronounce her own name.

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Tuesday, December 27, 2005

A Heartwarming Hanukkah Tale

For those of you who don't routinely read Rob Staeger's blog, Laughing at the Pieces, check out his mortifying holiday party story.

Sorry, Rob, but it was too good not to share with total strangers.

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Saturday, December 24, 2005

It's my Christmas, too

Truly He told us to love one another
His law is love
And His gospel is peace.
Chains shall He break
For the slave is our brother,
And in His name all oppression shall cease.
What kind of pinko hippy crap is that? Peace and love and equality? That's limp-wristed left-wing talk, the kind we ought to suppress if we're ever to defeat the Turrrists.

Hey, wait: it's the second verse of "Oh Holy Night."

Because, y'know, we liberals hate Christmas. It's such an affront to our heathen, God-hating values. When we wish each other "Happy Holidays!" it's not out of respect for other religions, it's because we want to destroy Christmas. At least that's what Bill O'Reilly and other right-wing pundits who have nothing better to talk about would have you believe.

Let me tell you about the best Christmas sermon I ever heard. A few years back I made my husband drive over an hour so we could attend the Christmas Eve midnight service at my old Episcopal parish, the place where we were married and where, as a teenager, I felt connected to something magnificently spiritual for the first time in years.

Anyway, the priest, (whom I didn't know, as my old one had since retired), asked us why Jesus had been born. Answer: "Because God wanted us to fall in love with Him."

I was blown away by the idea of a deity reaching out, not to condemn or to smite, but to woo. That God might want our love as much as we want his, or possibly twenty billion times more than we want his. That to win such love he would become a helpless baby in dangerous times.

Turning Christmas from a day of love and joy into a political wedge issue, as the Rabid Right has done, dishonors everything the holy day stands for and yes, it dishonors the person in whose name we celebrate.

But I won't let them ruin my Christmas. Because if that happens, the Turrrists--I mean, O'Reilly and Limbaugh--will have won.

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Friday, December 23, 2005

Deleted Requiem scene

As a little Christmas gift to readers, I've posted the lost prologue (PDF format*) to Requiem for the Devil, which takes place in Bethlehem about a day after the Nativity.

The short prologue, like the epilogue, is written in objective point-of-view, which means the reader is not privy to any character's thoughts. My editor at Warner decided to cut it, thus robbing the book of its structural symmetry but not, I admit, of any crucial story elements.

Personally, I thought the prologue worked because it showed how Lucifer, until he met Gianna, truly did not comprehend the meaning of love, and was particularly confounded by the nature of his Father's love for humanity.

Be charitable when you read it; I wrote it several years ago when my style was a bit less sophisticated. And have a happy holiday, whichever one(s) you celebrate.

*Download the free Acrobat Reader from Adobe here if you don't have it (you probably do). I'll post an HTML version of the prologue as soon as I can format it.

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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Holiday favorites

Rarely had the words flowed from my penny pencil with such feverish fluidity.
--Jean Shepherd, In God We Trust (All Others Pay Cash)
A Christmas Story beat out It's a Wonderful Life as the best holiday movie of all time in IGN's Top 25 list. I liked that they included other holidays besides Christmas, thus allowing one of my all-time faves, Groundhog Day, to make the list.

I admit A Christmas Story is my favorite holiday movie, too. I can't explain why a movie about something so shallow as a Red Ryder BB-gun should instill such fervent love in me and so many other fans. It's the most unsentimental film for the most sentimental holiday, and yet somehow it works.

Favorite Christmas TV Special: Muppet Family Christmas, which you can't get in its original version anywhere due to the expense of paying royalties on such songs as "Sleigh Ride" and "Santa Claus is Comin' to Town." Grrrr....but if you can find the original on e-Bay, it's worth it for the icy patch.
Runner-up: Northern Exposure Christmas episode. I still cry when Holling sings "Ave Maria" for Shelley, and get the chills when the tribe performs the Raven pageant.

Favorite Christmas album: The Bells of Dublin by the Chieftains. It has everything: reverent hymns, jaunty reels, and Elvis Costello singing about poisoning the entire family ("St. Stephen's Day Murders").
Runner-up: Vince Guaraldi's A Charlie Brown Christmas

Favorite Christmas cookies: Those candy cane cookies with the peppermint extract and the red food coloring in one strand of dough that you wrap around the other strand and shape into a candy cane before baking.
Runner Up: Peanut butter cookies with a Hershey kiss in the middle

Favorite single rendition of a Christmas carol: Loreena McKennitt's version of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen"
Runner-up (one of many): Kim Carnes's "O Little Town of Bethlehem"

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Monday, December 12, 2005

Scrooge Moment #1

I'd be in prison for arson by now if I lived next to this dude.

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Sunday, December 04, 2005

Decking the Halls

Got into the Christmas spirit last night and put out a decoration:

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Friday, December 02, 2005

Recap

My week:

Thursday we had a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat. It was a traditional Italian Thanksgiving, meaning we consumed six courses over the course of six hours. The courses were spaced apart so that it never felt like I was stuffing myself. There was time to drink plenty of wine without falling down. It wasn't until the middle of dessert that my stomach finally yellow-flagged* my brain.

In Thanksgivings past, it always seemed an injustice that we would spend days getting ready for the big meal, which would be then over in 20 minutes.

Summary: Me like food. Me like Italian Thanksgivings.

Sunday we picked up our new foster puppy Zack, who hails from Garrett County, Maryland. He's a beagle mixed with something that has spots. Tails of Hope pegs it as an Australian Cattle Dog, but my guess is a pointer or springer spaniel, which would be much more common in hunter-riffic Western Maryland.

The shelters always seem to underestimate the dogs' ages, so that the adopters end up with dogs much larger than they expected. So instead of a 7-month-old beagle mix, he could be a 5-month-old foxhound or coonhound mix. When he gets neutered, our vet can make a better estimate of his age.

Anyway, he's freakin' adorable, and full of energy. Right now he's sleeping off a morning romp in the snow with Meadow (yep, it snowed last night, apparently only on our street).

Last night I had a screaming, skull-twisting migraine headache and therefore couldn't properly celebrate the first appearance of my name in a national magazine (see next post). It felt like my right eyeball was going to explode. It's gone now, or at least only lurking in the background, waiting for me to do something dumb like stare at a computer screen for hours on end.


*That's a NASCAR term, to show that I'm "of the people."

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