Monday, November 30, 2009
Okay, so I took some liberties with the lyrics, but the sentiment still applies. Could tomorrow please get here just a little faster? Purdy please?
Here's the sitch on the manyana mania:
Raven Rockin' Holiday Hunt! Those divine ladies at the Raven are at it again and this time they're giving away a brand, spanking new Sony e-Reader. Starting tomorrow, swing by the Raven for details on how to enter for your chance to win an e-Reader, a $50 Visa Gift Card, or a $25 Amazon GC.
Bloggin' & Chattin' Schedule Revealed! I'll be blogging at the Ruby Slipper blog tomorrow and the Raven on Saturday. Also, swing by the Samhain Cafe on Wednesday for a chat with some excellent Samhain authors.
So there it is. Release week, y'all. Tickle My Fantasy. Four delicious paranormal romantic stories filled with lightness and laughter, perfect for a short break from the frantic pace of the holiday season.
So you gotta hang on til tomorrow, come what may....
Sunday, November 29, 2009
I've read the entire Twilight saga. (And, yes, I think "saga" is the appropriate word to describe it. With all its melodramatic overtones.) I went to see the original Twilight movie where I snickered at the less-than-magical glitter on Edward's so-absolutely-not-human-no-way-no-how-he-doesn't-look-just-like-a-human-with-glitter-noooo face. So yeah, movie #1 was... erm... less than moving. But I enjoyed its camp with unabashed glee.
Then New Moon came out and the became The Biggest Movie in the Whole Entire History of the Universe Bar None Oh My God! So I went to see that one too. I was lucky enough to be sitting next to someone who thought the film was just as snicker-worthy as I did, so I was not alone in my chortles of mirth at inappropriate moments. (Like when Bella falls down in the forest and simply cannot bring herself to get her stupid ass up off the evil-vampire-infested ground.)
And then today (bliss!) I tripped across Mrs. Giggles's review of New Moon. Be Warned: Orange juice really hurts when you snort it out your nose. Learn from my mistakes and put down the oj before reading this puppy.
I know there are beaucoup Twilight fans out there ready to fillet me for my sacrilege, but I just couldn't stomach the angst level in New Moon. The paranormal world - tres cool. The actors - studly. But the melodrama... I'm sorry. I have a low threshold for melodrama.
However, I really, really enjoyed the movie-going experience. This camptastic epic was oddly satisfying. And New Moon, the movie, contained the bestest Twilight joke evah:
How does Bella Swan get to Italy to save Edward? Virgin Airways.
So, how do you feel about the Twilight saga? Love? Hate? Guilty pleasure?
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Notice, I say, people are doing this. Am I doing this? Nope. Know why? Because I live in the back of beyond and the mail takes eleven million years to get here. I don't even have my author copies yet. *sniff, sniff* Rockstar-anthomates Misty Evans & Sela Carsen both got their author copies on Wednesday. Did I? No. Cuz apparently we must bring books in from the outside world by dogsled. Books are heavy. The dogs get tired. Thus, slow mail.
Okay, pity party complete. Now for the fun stuff.
Tickle My Fantasy rocks. (And I can totally say this without bragging because 3/4 of it isn't mine.) MK Mancos navigates through the tricky waters of matchmaking for paranormal beings and demigods in Paramatch.com, Misty Evans walks us through the twelve-step process for kicking that nasty devil-worshiping witchcraft habit (even if the devil in question is as delish as dark chocolate) in Witches Anonymous, and Sela Carsen gives us a naughty librarian and a studly werewolf in Carolina Wolf - really does it get any better? All in tasty bite-sized novellas.
Go ahead. Try to resist the magic. We dare you!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
There's a song for every holiday (well, all the ones that got screentime) and Bing croons a doozie about Thanksgiving. He's grouchy. He's lost the girl and had to close his inn. It's Bing's "black moment", to use a popular writing term. But, boy, do I ever love that song.
I've got plenty to be thankful for. I haven't got a great big yacht to sail from shore to shore. Still I've got plenty to be thankful for.
So whether you're in a black moment or a happily-ever-after of your own, Happy Thanksgiving. Here's to all the things, big and small, we have to be thankful for.
Monday, November 23, 2009
I know, I know, I've been resisting its Twitterific allure for a while now, but yesterday, in a fit of procrastination, I decided I wanted to follow people, dammit. So that's what I'm doing. Giving in to my stalker-ish tendencies. This seems a much healthier outlet for my author-groupie impulses than, say, lurking outside their houses. Gena Showalter will tell me when she has new books coming out! Because she wants me to know. Cuz I'm special like that. Me and all two thousand of the rest of her followers.
I don't know if I will tweet much, as I am a long-winded type person and doubt I will ever have anything worthwhile to say that can be said in 140 characters or less. But I might occasionally tweet some less-than-worthwhile things... so if you wanna follow me here's the link: http://twitter.com/ViviAndrews
What do you think of the various and sundry social media? I have a feeling, now that I've signed up for Twitter, that everyone will suddenly shift over to some other new site. I will still blog (because my Narcissism is hungry and must be fed!) but it's possible facebook will suffer from even worse neglect if I really get into the TweetVerse.
I heard about this study (and now I wish I remembered where I read about it, cuz it would be awesome to cite it here, wouldn't it?) talking about teens and social media. How parents were all worried that their kids weren't socializing "normally" since they were always hooked into their iPhones and whatnot. So, apparently, this study found that kids who were linked up to various sites actually had more developed social skills than those who weren't. I found it really interesting, because you always hear about technology distancing people, rather than bringing them together in meaningful human ways.
Like anything, you get out of it what you put in, and adults may have a very different experience than kids who are raised with that as the norm. I don't know. I think, when it comes to social media, as with most things, the important thing is to not demonize them or blame the technology. It's neutral. Inanimate. It isn't out to destroy our lives, but it will only enrich your life if you use it that way. It's all in what you bring to the table.
And I've devolved into preachy pablum. Ugh.
Moral of the story: I've joined Twitter. Consider this a fact-finding mission. I will report back in a couple months with details as to my success or lack thereof in my quest for domination of the TweetVerse. Rah.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
I'm not really going to talk about the movie. It was more ridiculous than scary, but my friend and I enjoyed it with the delight of those who mock such films. I'm not sure why they decided to set this "real" film in Nome. Maybe so it would be harder to refute? I don't know.
What I want to talk about is the suspension of disbelief. My disbelief wasn't suspended for a moment, so instead of watching the film and thinking, "Hey, that's a cool idea! Why are the aliens speaking ancient Sumerian?" I was snorting to myself at how ridiculous the idea of aliens speaking ancient Sumerian and tromping through our heiroglyphic art in spacesuits was.
If a movie is fiction, I will buy into the premise and enjoy all the "what ifs". I may even spend a lot of time consdering afterward, "What if that what if is true?" But if you insist a movie is true, then the game becomes not about the what ifs, but about picking apart your "facts". I don't buy in for a second. So if you are creating a movie, and you have this really cool idea, why would you want to try to pass it off as true? You are setting yourself up to have to defend it, right up until the moment you admit you lied about the truth. What a pain. When instead you could be talking about the cool what ifs.
Dan Brown, I think, does a really good job of dealing right on the edge of the what ifs and the suspension of disbelief. In The Da Vinci Code, in particular, he sets up a "this could have happened" atmosphere and lets the reader do the work of deciding if his theories are true (and blasphemous and banworthy!) or just an interesting what-if. His book is fiction, but the conspiracy behind it was originally published as a thesis in a non-fiction book. However, the nonfic version by that poor other author Danny Boy got all his ideas from, that one never sold very well. Because he couldn't suspend the disbelief high enough. Dan Brown didn't try. He just set up a what if atmosphere and let the story tell itself. And he had a bestseller. Fiction can be more believable and intriguing than it's real life counterpart and Dan has the mansion to prove it.
I'm really hoping the "No, it's True!" movies go extinct soon... or go back to being produced as one hour conspiracy theories for the History channel. Give me a what if, any day.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
1) The chick is hawt AND haughty. She looks exactly like I pictured Shana!
2) The lion looks like he's settled in for the duration, right? Like he's waiting out the storm. Which is totally a metaphor for their relationship, yo!
3) The contrast between the icy blue tones and the fiery red tones could totally be a metaphor for the battle between her red-hot hotness and his big strong coolness. Am I right?
Okay, okay, I'm overanalyzing the cover. Suffice it to say, it rocked my world and rocked it hard.
Here's hoping the rest of the reading world agrees. Your thoughts?
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
I'm over at the Damned Scribbling Women blog today, talking about writing at your own pace. Are you a tortoise or a hare?
Sunday, November 15, 2009
So, erm, blog amongst yourselves, darlings. I'll be with you shortly.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
It's another review! Literary Nympths Reviews gave The Ghost Exterminator four and a half nymphs. (Which, of course, has me thinking all sorts of gory thoughts about the nymph who pulled the short straw and got cut in half...)Jo and Wyatt couldn’t be more dissimilar in personalities and life experiences and the author did a great job highlighting those differences, and changing their relationship from adversaries to lovers.
Isn't that sweet? She liked Jo & Wyatt. :) I like them too. (Is it weird to like people you made up?)
I like the premise for this paranormal series, and have great hopes that the author will continue to create characters and plots for additional books in the future.
I will! I am! Watch for the next Karmic Consultants novel, The Sexorcist, releasing in ebook April, 2010. (Jo from The Ghost Exterminator & Lucy from The Ghost Shrink both make cameos.)
Thank you, Mystical Nymph, for the lovely review.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
My snow blower. The machine that throws the snow around in my driveway. (You people all have filthy minds, you know that?) Ahem.
Yesterday I woke up to a lovely blanket of freshly fallen snow. *Cue the sleigh bells.* After an appropriate amount of time spent gazing at the picturesque vista, I decided that I did, in fact, want to be able to leave the house at some point before April, and therefore would have to break out the snow-blower to clear the driveway.
I dragged that big monster out of the garage. Throttle, choke, and away we go. With my iPod cranked up to top volume to compete with the engine noise, I bopped up and down the driveway, snow flying merrily in all directions (and then I figured out how to work the thingy that turns the chute the snow flies out of - the first big snowfall of the year is always a re-learning experience).
Hours later, after I'd reached the point of cursing the fact that the driveway is so darn big (do we really need that circle cleared? What about the spot where my sister always parks? Does she really need a parking space?), I shut off the blower. Pleased with a job well done, I rolled that puppy back into the garage.
That's when I noticed it. My hands weren't working properly.
Apparently, clinging to a giant vibrating machine for extended periods of time can really mess with your fine motor skills. My hands were numb, achy and stiff. Which, usually, wouldn't be a problem. But, see, I had this great plan for yesterday. Step One: Snowblow the driveway. Step Two: Complete Edits and return them to my editor.
Step Two became a lot harder to accomplish when I couldn't type. Even my mouse-clicking ability was distinctly sub-par.
It's funny the things you take for granted. I don't often think about how much I love my hands, and being able to use them. It hadn't even occurred to me that snow-blowing the driveway was something I should probably do after completing my necessary computer tasks for the day.
My usual light-speed typing was a fond memory. I stumbled clumsily along making typo after typo, where normally my fingers would fly lightly across the keys, easily keeping pace with my thoughts. (As an experiment, I then sat down at the piano for a bit - it wasn't pretty, folks.)
Thankfully, my hands are back to normal. It only took an hour or so before I was back to my usual fleet-fingered self. But it was a fun lesson to remember: don't overlook the little stuff. Manual dexterity is something to be grateful for. And stay away from giant vibrating machines.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Why was I whining and moaning about the lack o' humor? Because I don't control the universe. If I controlled the universe, one of my absolute favorite rom-com authors (Stephanie Rowe - Love! Love!) would not be launching a new romantic suspense series. She would be giving me more of the funnies I need rather than writing thrillers set in Alaska, of all places. I have faith in her brilliance, so I'm sure they are amazing romantic thrillers set in Alaska. I'm sure she did her research. There will be no children walking through a thousand miles of wilderness to befriend polar bears. I just have a really hard time with psychotic killer books. They don't ring my bells. Ms. Rowe's Immortally Sexy series rang my bells big time, but she seems to be taking a break from the funny - a choice I respect. She should write what makes her happy... but oh, if I ran the universe...
So, now that I've read everything Julie James has on the shelves at the moment, I'm on the prowl again. Any suggestions? Who's your favorite rom-com author?
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Click on the pic to join me today when I'll be giving an (extremely biased) comparison between the Donald Sutherland Invasion of the Body Snatchers and Nicole Kidman's recent remake Invasion.
Friday, November 6, 2009
WRITERS: Have questions about romance writing, the biz, formatting your manuscript or what-have-you? There's an open Q&A at the Ruby-Slippered Sisterhood blog today. Ask away and get gobs of answers!
OH! And lest we forget... HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMHAIN! It's Samhain Publishing's fourth birthday and there's a party going on. Chaos (and an e-reader giveaway) today at the Samhain Cafe! Come on by and join the madness.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
"Halloween is over, but it's never too late to cuddle up with this oh-so-so-so entertaining and funny romance. Think Jayne Ann Krentz meets Ghostbusters. Think fabulous."
Zounds, y'all. Check out the Full Review.
And then my editor tells me she tweeted it... and it got retweeted... and now I'm having to reconsider my no-twitter stance. Do I need a twitter account? Your thoughts?