Heya fellow fangrrls, if you’re going to be at Con.txt this weekend and want one of my Blood Bargain teaser books, please let me know.

Comment here or see me at the con. I’m bringing a stack, so first come, first served.

In case you missed what this is, it’s the first 5 chapters of my 2nd book, Blood Bargain, bound with the first several chapters of Carole Nelson Douglas’ 2nd in her Delilah Street series.

Get them while they’re hot! Oh wait, they’ll always be hot…get them while they last. ::g::

I’m packed except for Nameless (the laptop), and the Kindle, both of which will go in the backpack in the a.m.

I’m leaving straight from work Thursday (around 6:30 p.m.) and (depending on traffic) hope to get to the hotel by 7:30-8.

See you all there!

I was at a client meeting all day yesterday (Monday), so missed out on most of the day’s news. I was so behind on things that I thought the Steve Jobs keynote was today. When I got home last night, I saw that I had been mistaken.

“Apple pwns me. So very, very much. (I’m already a .mac user, so I get a free upgrade). Too bad I can’t say the same about the phone…although, with that new price point, I think I’m going to have to get it for the GPS alone.

Today, on my way home from work, I got to the intersection at Wythe and Washington. Lights weren’t working properly (red blinking to me on Wythe; yellow blinking to the omg rush hour insanity on Washington). Did I freak? Not so much. I pulled in to the Exxon, filled up at omg $4.55/gallon. One of the mechanics there came over to get some of those free paper towels and said “hi” to me. I smiled and greeted him back as I watched the dollar numbers go higher on the pump. He noticed my tires were all really low (hard to see on Big Red because of the fancy tires). Although he was on his way home, he turned off his car, had me pull over to the bay and filled my tires with air. He didn’t charge me, so I gave him a $20, because he deserved it. Dude could’ve just ignored it and gone home for the day.

The book cover for Blood Bargain is now up on Amazon and in finer indy stores.

You can also see the updated mass market paperback cover for Matters of the Blood.

Whee!!! I can haz book covers!

The storms have hit and supposedly, the insane heat wave (100 degrees F) will break. ::whimpers::

In 2 days: FANGRRLS!!

I’m considering using the title of this post as a new tagline, because lately, that’s kind of what I’ve been doing.

Literally: I got home tonight at 10ish, after a very long RL work day. (We had a huge site launch). When I got here, I thought, “hey, I’ll make myself a sandwich, read a little LJ, then go to bed.”

WRONG.

I do have bread–about half a loaf. Thing is, I thought I’d try out a new flavor. Turns out, it has raisins in it. I loathe raisins. I loathe sweet bread for sandwiches, especially if said sandwich is cheese and salami. The flavor combo is of the fail.

So, I improvised. Two slices of swiss cheese. Two slices salami. Instant pseudo-sandwich. A side of goldfish crackers for carbs. Tres yummy.

To make this post at all relevant to anything you all might want to read about, I will call your attention to the writing profession. A great deal of the time, I find myself making sandwiches without the right kind of bread. I toss a plot idea onto the screen, keep writing, and realize later–D’oh. It totally doesn’t work. Or perhaps, part of it works, only if I add something else to frame it. Yeah, this causes me to rewrite, but that’s the beauty of creating. It’s not set in stone until we turn it over to the print vendor, after my editor puts on her seal of a approval.

As I’m creating, I’m reworking sandwiches all over the place and finding new flavors. It’s a voyage of discovery and learning, and realizing that sometime, not having the right kind of bread leads to really cool stuff.

I’d be a lot more coherent if I wasn’t so darned tired. ::g::

ETA: See, I did forget something! Huge congrats to fellow MWA writer Brent Hartinger who scored a Lambda Award win for his book, Split Screen. w00t!!