Not that kind of toy, sickos! Today in the mail, I got an early birthday present (one I didn’t buy for myself!) an Ebookwise. It was totally unexpected and now I’m bouncing around because I’ve been WANTING an Ebookwise. But there were always other things to spend my money on (like shoes). But now I have one and I don’t want to work, even though I REALLY need to, I want to play with my new Ebookwise and learn all about it and cuddle it and love it and call it George.
Alas, I must resist and be strong and GO WORK. Right now. Just as soon as I figure out this one thing…
That’s what I’ve been doing a lot lately. Mostly because I don’t want to be featured on Dear Author’s first ever installment of Editors Behaving Badly. Or find myself featured on Karen Scott’s blog. Because I’m kinda scared of Karen**. That would just suck. But okay, I’ve had this mad urge to go off on several rants lately, over various things I’ve read on the internet, but I sat on my hands (the equivalent of biting my tongue…hard) until the urge has passed and I’ve regained some semblence of rational thought.
I think I’ve talked about this before, but it’s weird for me to blog about or comment on some things. Because I fear that people will hold my publisher responsible or representative of the things I say. Now, those who know and (mostly) love me will tell you that keeping my thoughts and/or opinions to myself is a rather painful exercise for me. Not being able to speak my piece is frustrating and I end up ruminating and thinking and dwelling.
But at the same time, I’ve been a pretty vocal mouthpiece of Samhain, promoing the books and authors and representing myself as part of the company. And I’ve worked hard to help the company grow. So it wouldn’t make much sense for me to work against that by shooting my mouth off just because it might make me feel better. In reality, I don’t need to jump into those discussions because they don’t impact me, my job, etc. If I feel they’re relative, then yeah, I’ll post but I’ll do that type it and then think about it thing (where you don’t hit post right away so you have time to think about what you said). I’m not saying I’m not ever going to have an opinion, I’m just saying I have to be more selective about where I share those opinions. That’s hard. And it’s not as much fun. But I do think it’s awfully responsible of me. Anyone got a cookie?
**Irony. I wrote this blog post yesterday, left it just a few lines unfinished and found that today, I am featured on Karen Scott’s blog. Ha. Thankfully, I think I represented myself well so no one should point fingers and shame, shame me. I don’t think. As it turns out, it was someone else’s bad behavior that got me there. Whew.
(giddy-up is my nod to the Seinfeld reference that Dear Author uses. Don’t worry if you don’t get it,lol)
I’ve actually already pre-ordered this book from Amazon, thanks to the great reviews I’ve seen on it on various blogs. This should be interesting.
I am participating in a blogging experiment hosted at dearauthor.com. To enter the contest, put up this blurb, image, and trackback and you are entered to win the following prize package.
- $200 Amazon gift certificate
- Signed copy of Slave to Sensation
- New Zealand goodies chosen by Singh
- ARC of Christine Feehan’s October 31 release: Conspiracy Game
You can read about the experiment here and you can download the code that you need to participate here.
SLAVE TO SENSATION
Berkley / September 2006
Welcome to a future where emotion is a crime and powers of the mind clash brutally against those of the heart.
Sascha Duncan is one of the Psy, a psychic race that has cut off its emotions in an effort to prevent murderous insanity. Those who feel are punished by having their brains wiped clean, their personalities and memories destroyed.
Lucas Hunter is a Changeling, a shapeshifter who craves sensation, lives for touch. When their separate worlds collide in the serial murders of Changeling women, Lucas and Sascha must remain bound to their identities…or sacrifice everything for a taste of darkest temptation.
Today is my husband’s birthday. He’s old. Okay, not really, but he’s older than I am by two whole years. And he has a lot more gray hair than I do. And he’s waaaay past his sexual peak while I’m just hitting mine. Hee.
I was married once before, in a different lifetime. I was unhappy for a good portion of that marriage. A combination of marrying too young and marrying someone with different ideas than I had. I wanted a partner and a lifemate. What I got was someone who wanted me to do it for him. There wasn’t any equality in our relationship, no give and take. I can’t think of one thing that he took responsibilty for or that I could count on him for (not in a positive way). All that said, he was a nice guy and I don’t hate him, but I’m so glad not to be married to him anymore.
So now, I have this guy. My husband, my soulmate, my partner, my rock, my best friend and the father of my child. I adore him and I’m thankful for him every single day. Even if I don’t always remember to tell him. I knew Josh long before we ever entered into a relationship. We were friends first. I even listened to him talk about the girls he was dating or crushing on. He listened to me talk about everything. And then I was single and he was there. Lucky guy. No wait, lucky me 🙂
Josh is everything I wanted in a husband, when I thought about getting married. I know I can depend on him to be there for me, to pull me through when I’m having a bad day. He takes out the trash and cleans the litterbox (small things but they’re huge to me because I sure don’t want to do them, lolol). He’s a fantastic dad, very involved and proud and eager to spend time with Brianna. He sees her as something that we created together (he’s so freaking proud of her) and as a responsibility that we share. I don’t have to cajole or beg or nag to get him to help out with Brianna, to set boundaries, to discipline or to play with her. He WANTS to do those things. He loves me, wants to spend time with me and he’s attentive to my needs. You know…needs. I could go on about how wonderful I think he is… But above all, he’s smart and funny and he challenges my brain and makes me so damn happy I could about burst some days. How can I not love a man who looked at me like this when I was 8 months pregnant and feeling fat and miserable, and still looks at me like this every single day:
So today, selfishly, I’m celebrating his birthday because I’m thankful to have him in my life for my sake and Brianna’s. Without him, we’d be lost. Happy birthday, babe. I look forward to celebrating the next 60 with you 🙂
Yesterday I started reading Magic Study by Maria Snyder, the sequel to Poison Study. I loved Poison Study and though I didn’t jump right into the next book (I don’t have time to get sucked into reading another book I can’t put down!) I was very eager to read it, to find out what happens next.