Archive for January, 2007
What Stace had to say on Tuesday, January 30th, 2007
This is SO a huge deal…Mrs. Giggles review The Black Dragon.
Seriously, read some of her other reviews and you’ll know why this is so huge.
Also FAR gave Prince of Death Four Angels.
So the reviews are going pretty well, and I am quite pleased!
Getting ready to start the query process, always terrifying. And, I finally managed to get some New Year’s Resolution books!
Here’s what I got:
The Rest Falls Away by Colleen Gleason, who used to stop by here every once in a while. I have no idea if she still does, but I grabbed her book anyway.
Blood Angel, by Justine Musk.
Touch the Dark by Karen Chance.
Sadly, I am still waiting for Amazon to bring me Jackie Kessler’s Hell’s Belles. Hurry up, Amazon!
So I am currently reading the beginning of Touch the Dark, and I shall let you know how it, and the others go. I would have started them all earlier but I was distracted, not just by the Mrs. Giggles love, but by another book I grabbed, “Call Me Elizabeth”, the true story of a wife & mother who became an escort when her family hit serious financial trouble.
It was okay. Not great, but okay. Honestly, for books about sex workers/the sex industry, you cannot beat Mayflower Madam by Sydney Biddle Barrows (if you can find it. My Dad threw my copy out, apparently thinking reading such things would corrupt me, and I never managed to get another copy and it’s now out of print. Which pisses me off, because it really was a good book. Anyway.) The author actually shares very little about her clients and her relationships with them, and a lot about her six kids and their schooling etc. All the male characters are, of course, basically cookie cut-outs. I wouldn’t have believed before that men could be like her husband, who apparently does nothing but sit watching tv all day speaking to no one, but it turns out I actually sort of know a few women who claim their husbands do nothing else, as well. So there you go. Ladies, I guess if our husbands speak to us we should consider ourselves very lucky indeed.
And I am pretty lucky, despite getting a rejection this morning on an old project. Oh well.
What Stace had to say on Sunday, January 28th, 2007
We watched a couple of movies. Miami Vice and Talladega Nights. Hated the first, loved the second. Miami Vice was a huge disappointment. First, the director (Michael Mann) seemed to go out of his way to make Colin Ferrell look bloated and pasty. He was about as sexy as one of my used tissues in this movie, and I gotta tell you, that whole crazy-irresponsible-drunken-Irishman-who’d-fuck-anything-that-moves thing he’s got going? Yeah. I’m into it big-time. So major disappointment there. Second big problem is, the actual city of Miami–which, given the film is called Miami Vice, and given how much on-location stuff the TV show used to do, we rather expected to get really homesick from seeing so much of–is basically nonexistent in the film. They spend some time in Cuba, which is always exciting for South Floridians, among whom Cuba is sort of like Shangri-La: exciting and forbidden and dangerous. So that was kind of neat to see, but again, we might as well have been seeing a soundstage. All of the film was like that. With the exception of a couple of shots in the beginning of the downtown skyline and a few shots along I-95…nothing.
Plus the entire thing was shot in these very tight close-ups that gave the movie a claustrohpobic feel. And everyone muttered and looked very serious all the time, and the whole film was them muttering and looking serious. Hardly any action took place. No car chases, one shoot-em-up that lasted a few minutes and was filmed, like the rest of the movie, in such darkness we couldn’t see what was happening. It was always cloudy, and when we saw the ocean out someone’s windows it was hazy enough to obscure the horizon. Just blah. Dull and ugly.
Talladega Nights was fun, though. Mindless, but clever, if that makes any sense. The cast was stellar, including of course John C. Reilly who is always so damn funny (except when he’s doing wonderful dramatic work, of course.) Every time I watch Boogie Nights he makes me giggle. And Gary Cole! And Michael Clarke Duncan, reading “Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret”. Which is one of my favorite bits in the movie. (My favorite is the haunted house thing. “Get out…” Tee-hee-hee.) Anyway, since my Dad is a big Nascar fan, and he used to run quarter-miles all the time when I was a kid (he had a ’67 Mustang fastback he used to work on), watching racing movies of any kind still has a nostaligc feel for me. So perhaps I enjoyed this one more than I might normally have, but I love the Frat Pack movies anyway, so I liked this one. It might become one of my “watch when sick” movies, along with The Godfather, A Room With A View, and lots of sitcoms on DVD.
What are your “comfort” films?
What Stace had to say on Sunday, January 28th, 2007
Note: This isn’t the most pleasant story in the world, so if you have a delicate stomach, don’t read this post.
So I kept feeling worse and worse, all day Wednesday, and having a harder and harder time breathing. I went to bed around 7 pm. The coughing woke me up a few times, as did the horrible noises my lungs were making, but the best part was when I woke up around 2 am and coughed so hard I threw up all over myself and the bed. Yay!
Got myself cleaned up, changed the sheets (thanks to hubby’s help, and luckily I got the brunt of it), attempted to go back to sleep. Hubs had decided to sleep in the bed with me at this point (he was going to stay on the couch both to give me some room and so my choking coughs didn’t keep him awake all night, but apparently he decided I needed watching.) Every time I managed to drift off to sleep, he woke me up saying, “Honey, don’t breathe so fast. Take slow, deep breaths.” Which, if I was able to do that, um, I would be.
So I went to the doctor Thursday. Hubs came home from work early and off I went. I dozed off in the waiting room, unnoticed. When I got in to see the doc, she agreed my lungs did sound “a bit wheezy” (which is really an understatement, considering that the hubs could hear them across the room) and asked if I was allergic to any medications. Yes, Biaxin. But it isn’t called Biaxin here, and I couldn’t remember the “clinical” name (it’s Clarithromycin, for future reference.) She named something and I didn’t understand her so I said that was fine and there you go.
Cut to two hours later, when hubs has gone out to fill my script and buy me medicine and iced tea (no Gatorade here!) and some movies (see above post.) He brings me my antibiotics. I tear open the box (they come in boxes here, like free samples!), pop one down…guess what?
So while hubby is out getting me a new script and getting that one filled…I get to go make myself throw up. For the second time in 14 hours. Luckily I felt so awful I was basically able to just kind of think really hard about doing it and there you go, but it was not pleasant. No, not pleasant at all. And it’s only today that I have actually been able to really move, except for the shower I made myself take on Friday.
I have not had a cigarette since Wednesday. And so I guess I went ahead and quit. Damn.
What Stace had to say on Wednesday, January 24th, 2007
Y’all, I am so sick. I have a horrible cold.
So no December chatty today. I just want to go to sleep. Being able to breathe without coughing would be nice, too. And thinking clearly is usually good.
It reminds me of one of the best lines from the Tom Hanks movie “The Money Pit”:
A while ago I thought the Care Bears were here!
Hopefully this won’t last long–of course, my Princess has had it for three days now–and I will be back to my cheerful self. Meanwhile, if you don’t see me, it’s because I decided no posts or responses were better than delerious ones, funny only to myself (c’mon, I just quoted “The Money Pit”. Is that the act of a healthy woman?)
What Stace had to say on Monday, January 22nd, 2007
As I lay awake last night in bed (I’m an insomniac, as I think most of you already know), I came up with a really great blog topic. I wrote like a third of a clever post in my head, but, of course, I don’t remember it now. So here’s some random observations and thoughts and we’ll see what we can come up with, shall we?
First, since adding a hit counter back in August (it’s at the very bottom), this blog has had over 5,000 hits! Which may not be much, but I’m awfully proud. PLUS, even better, it looks like traffic to my website might cross over a thousand hits this month! It’s been hovering in the 7-800s for a few months now, but it’s already at almost 700 and we still have several days to go. So let’s keep our fingers crossed–and seriously, this isn’t some winking hint. Don’t go over there to up my hit count, please. I want to hit a real goal, not get my wonderful friends to inflate my numbers.
And speaking of the site…this blog is now officially part of it. The Deadjournal is no more. Nobody commented there, anyway, and I couldn’t post pictures there, so…it’s still there, it just isn’t part of my site anymore. I really wish I could get this to look a little nicer (I hate those stupid corners) but I can’t seem to make it look right and the template selection stinks, so I’m stuck with it for the moment.
It’s gotten cold here now. Overnight the temp dropped from the 40s to freezing. My Princess has a cold, so luckily I don’t have to walk her to school, but she’s not gonna be out forever. Not looking forward to that.
Edits, edits, edits.
I was thinking about psuedonyms the other day, and pseudonymous vs. anonymous. I’ve never understood why it’s so important to know people’s real names. (I’m thinking of the Jennie Crusie/Miss Snark thing of a few months back.) We spend half our time warning each other that the internet isn’t as safe as it seems, that we must be careful not to post pictures of our kids (and although I have posted one or two, I agree this is good advice–notice the pictures are usually a little blurry, and I don’t give their names), not to give out our addresses or phone numbers, whatever. I managed to pick up a little internet stalker a few weeks back myself. The situation is now resolved, I believe (but hey, if you see somebody spreading crazy gossip about me out there, let me know, huh?) but imagine if DQ wasn’t a pseudonym. Imagine if this person was able to find my address or phone number, or where I went to high school or where my parents live or any number of things.
So I just find it interesting, when someone posts under a pseudonym or anonymously, the number of people who are absolutely outraged because they do. Isn’t the internet itself a sort of anonymity? There’s no real “Come and say that to my face” about the internet, is there? There’s still distance there. There’s still some small lack of accountability there, whether you use your name or a pretty made-up one or none at all. I guess it’s just a matter of opinion as to what that means.
Which probably doesn’t make much sense but you know, I’m tired. Three hours sleep and a day spent doing nothing but editing does muddle me a little, I’ll admit.
What are your thoughts? Are anonymous comments worth the internet space they take up? How do you feel about cold weather? And why can’t I ever sleep at night (I sleep just fine all morning)?
What Stace had to say on Friday, January 19th, 2007
Romance Junkies Blue Ribbon Reviews has given Prince of Death FOUR Blue Ribbons!
From the review:
More than just an inferno of a book with enough sultry fire to burn up the pages, December Quinn gives an insightful glimpse into the complex personality and kinships of such intriguing characters like Cynwrig and Ayani. With an ultimate princely hero, scorching love scenes, and an unexpected twist to a well composed story, what is there not to love about December Quinn’s PRINCE OF DEATH?
You can read the whole thing here.
Is it just me, or is this month the longest month ever in the world? Seriously. It feels like it’s been January forever and it’s only the 19th, we’re just barely halfway done.
Trying to get edits done while working on the new project with Anna. Trying to make kiddies happy while keeping the house clean at the same time. Bleh! I want to go away for a weekend by myself, is what I want to do. Just me and my laptop. Sigh. What a lovely break that would be.
What Stace had to say on Monday, January 15th, 2007
Joss Whedon is doing a “Season 8” Buffy comic.
Am I the only one totally peeing-myself excited over this?!
Yeah, so the last season of Angel wasn’t that great, and the ending to that show totally sucked. We can forgive him anything, because he is Joss Fucking Whedon.
Other news? Not much, I’m playing the waiting game. Waiting for news on two subs. Waiting for the hubs to finish reading my book so I can get to editing. Which will probably be like three months from now, if the fact that he’s currently wasting valuable reading time by flicking through this month’s Previews (it’s a comics solicitation magazine) and cataloging his latest comics order instead of reading my stuff.
Finished season 4 of The Shield. Two episodes left on the Nip/Tuck season 4 disks I have. What will I watch? I guess I’ll have to, you know, start another book or something.
Although my CP and I are over halfway done with another co-written project, a menage paranormal, which I think is even hotter and better than our first one (which was pretty damn hot and good, and we should be getting our first round of edits for next month.)
I had two ranty posts planned–one about the way we accept shit from female characters in books that we’d never in a million years accept from men; the other about promo and reviews. But I shall do them in the next couple of days, because I’m tired and I am stuffed full of homemade steak pie (mmmmmm!).
I will post tomorrow, though, because I’ve cheated you out of a decent post today.
What Stace had to say on Friday, January 12th, 2007
Okay, y’all…this is a big deal. A huge deal.
Dear Author gave The Black Dragon a B-.
Any of you who read the Janes on even a semi-regular basis (which, you should read regularly, because they rock) knows that that’s pretty good. I’m…honored.
*sob* They like me! They really like me!
I discovered a few days ago that I’m allergic to the new pillows we bought just before Christmas. I couldn’t figure out why I was waking up in the middle of the night unable to breathe, like literally having to stick my head out the window and cough and wheeze for twenty minutes before my lungs stopped making horrible noises it was actually quite scary). Pillow allergy. Who knew? No sneezing or runny nose, just an almost total inability to inhale.
I so wish I wasn’t as far behind on The Shield, because I’d love to discuss it but it’s all old news now to anybody watching in the States.
I am waiting with bated breath for the announcement of the Harry Potter release date. I keep getting pre-order solicitations in my email, but I’m not pre-ordering until I know when it’s coming out. I’m also trying to convince my husband to drive us up to Scotland so we can haunt some Edinburgh bookstores on Release Eve, but I doubt he’ll do it.
Apparently it’s National De-Lurking week. So do that. De-lurk here.
Savior and healer of the sick Madonna is “urging” more people to adopt babies from Africa. “…those children need to be rescued,” she says.
Hey, Madonna? Maybe, instead of taking one kid away from his home and family, and thus taking one potential doctor or honest government worker or future leader away from those children who need rescuing, next time you’ll think about donating maybe a tenth of your sizeable fortune to the orphanages and schools in that place. So *all* the children there–and gee! Maybe some adults too!–can benefit from your Lady Bountiful act. Grrrrrr.
In short: another great review for The Black Dragon, which pleases me immensely. Non-hypoallergenic pillows suck. Love The Shield. Want Harry Potter. Comment and say hi.
And Madonna is a stupid bitch.
What Stace had to say on Thursday, January 11th, 2007
And like a proud Mommy, I watch it trot off to get reviewed with a big fat tear on my cheek.
Check it out at Annie Dean’s blog.
She liked it! Whee!
I’m still nervous about what everyone else will think, of course.
We’ve been watching Season 4 of The Shield the last few days, and getting totally obsessed and wrapped up in it again. Plus I have those lovely bootleg DVDs of Nip/Tuck Season 4–it just started airing here, but I have up to episode 12(?) in my kitchen. Yay again! Can’t wait to watch. Between Vic Mackey and Christian Troy, I have pretty much everything I could ever want in a man.
What that says about me, I don’t know.
Getting ready to start editing, I think…but my head is also swimming with a million different projects too. I swear I wish that Naturally Speaking software was worth a damn, because I’m a pretty fast typist but even I can’t type much more than 2500 words per hour tops. The speaking program can triple that but it just doesn’t work for me. I tried to “train it to my voice” but it wouldn’t obey.
Just like me, to have the disobedient voice-recognition software. Maybe it’s hard of hearing.
So go read my review, and hopefully I’ll have more soon to post (fingers crossed!)
What Stace had to say on Wednesday, January 10th, 2007
Well, my first real Resolution book was a mistake. Not because it wasn’t a good book-although we’ll get to it in a minute–but because I didn’t notice until I was paying for it that it was a Richard & Judy Book Club choice for last year. Which sucks.
Richard & Judy are TV presenters over here. Essentially, I bought a Today Bookclub choice, or an Oprah book. Which as you know, was NOT what I wanted. It sold big, it wasn’t a first book…oh, what a mess.
Here’s what really pisses me off about this R&J Book Club thing. I read an article, which I bookmarked and of course the bookmark didn’t work and I can’t find it again so you’ll just have to take my word for it, where R&J talked about how pleased they were to have some “challenging” books on the list.
Fuck challenging. You’re doing a book club and aiming it at couch potatoes who don’t read. People who like to read don’t need you to tell them what to read–they go to bookstores and lookthemselves. So you’re trying to encourage people to read. To ENJOY reading. The way to do that isn’t to pick “challenging” books about issues or ideas. It’s to give them some good stories. Why not pick some genre fiction for your bookclubs, for once? Did Oprah ever do that? Did the Today show? Does anyone here know of a single romance, horror (not Stephen King), or fantasy novel EVER picked for a TV book club? Because I don’t.
All these clubs are doing is enforcing the idea that reading is hard. That you need someone to help you understand a book and encouragement to actually finish a book. That you can’t just pick a book because it sounds good, because the process is too confusing, so you need someone to tell you what’s good. There’s no pleasure in that. It doesn’t encourage people to read–the book club choices are usually put in displays near the front of the store. The zombified R & J or Oprah viewer walks into the bookstore (or the shelves at their local grocery store) and grabs the book their Host said they should read. Nothing encourages them to browse the shelves, to wander around. They go from display to checkout without even having to see those other books.
It makes me sick. If you want to encourage people to read, encourage them to read. Try something new, dammit.
Anyway, on to the book, quickly because I’m on my way out the door. I bought The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets by Eva Rice. It’s out in paperback here but not yet in the states, though I’ve linked to Amazon US.
It’s not a bad book. I enjoyed it, I did. The story is a little…shall we say…facile. It’s a cliche romance plot, to be honest: guy wants girl back, so he bribes another girl to pretend to date him to make first girl jealous. He and second girl fall in love, of course.
But tht doesn’t make it bad. The setting, England just after WWII, made it interesting. The heroine, Penelope, has an obsession with pre-Elvis heartthrob Johnnie Ray that she shares with her friend Charlotte, a delightful character. All of the characters are at least interesting, and the story moves along quickly. (Hey, I never said I was good at writing reviews.)
But here’s what pissed me off. Did anyone even edit this book? The whole thing is littered with continuity goofs. And not just little ones. I mean things like the age of Penelope’s mother changing from 35 to 37 to 35 everal times. Penelope herself is nineteen, then seventeen, then almost twenty-one, then eighteen.
At the end of one chapter she tells us it was the next morning at breakfast, when Hero came down with a sleepy smile on his face, that she realized she might actually like him. The next chapter opens with her attempting to sneak out of the house before breakfast, gettig caught by the hero, and running off into the dawn (it wasn’t so dramatic as that) without eating anything. Uh…I thought they had breakfast? You said they did, three pages ago.
Another scene has Girl #1 showing up at Penelope’s house after a long walk. Penelope tells us the girl’s skirt is crumpled. The next page, in the same scene, the girl is wearing trousers.
Did nobody notice any of this stuff? Come ON, people! How could you not notice that? If a character’s eye color of the color of their shirt changes once, it doesn’t bother me. Accidents happen, though they shouldn’t. But when your people’s ages and circumstances change every other page, you’ve got a problem.
So…it wasn’t bad. I really loved the period setting. But there are better books out there.