I got to work through my first round of copy edits for Waiting for Revenge yesterday. Doing this reminded me of a title a friend of mine suggested when I was having a hard time choosing.
The heroine Mandy has a southern belle sister-in-law who out of the blue one day calls Mandy's husband a rather swearalicious name. Mandy is so cracked up by it that she feels like going home and marking the day on her calendar.
My palio Amanda's (no relation to the heroine!) title suggestion? Kenna Says Mother%@#$er!!
Can't you just see it on the shelf at B&N? Well, it would defnitely garner attention whereve it was sold.
Thanks again for the laugh, A.
Autumn
Got romance?
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Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Hark! Yonder hastens... Spring?
So I was driving to town this afternoon and saw some things that really warmed my heart. First, there were geese at the unfrozen end of the reservoir. Not little ducks, but geese.
Then - and I actually stopped right on the dam to listen - water running over the spillway. Yes, it probably seems minor, but the lake has been filling and filling and I've been watching and watching... but there's been this giant block of ice right at the spillway. And don't ask me why I should care if the reservoir is full. Maybe it's because my great Grandpa was one of the farmers who built it and it's a sign of plenty water for the season or something. Maybe it just tells me things are melting up at the creek source, which is a sign of thawing and warm weather to come. Either way, I'm thrilled to see the ice breaking up and don't even feel sorry for the fishermen who can't park their shanties out there anymore.
One last marvelous sign of spring: people on the golf course. And it wasn't the convicts out getting the greens ready, either. (Don't get any wild ideas about me living in a "golf community". We rent a small house on a little ranch way past the golf course.) Mind you, the golfers had to wear rubber boots to slog around in the puddles and the greens are virtually covered in elk poo, but they were out there knocking balls around nonetheless. Did my heart good to see them.
Hope springs eternal.
Spring really will come again. It's not just a legend!
Pumped,
Autumn
Got romance?
Then - and I actually stopped right on the dam to listen - water running over the spillway. Yes, it probably seems minor, but the lake has been filling and filling and I've been watching and watching... but there's been this giant block of ice right at the spillway. And don't ask me why I should care if the reservoir is full. Maybe it's because my great Grandpa was one of the farmers who built it and it's a sign of plenty water for the season or something. Maybe it just tells me things are melting up at the creek source, which is a sign of thawing and warm weather to come. Either way, I'm thrilled to see the ice breaking up and don't even feel sorry for the fishermen who can't park their shanties out there anymore.
One last marvelous sign of spring: people on the golf course. And it wasn't the convicts out getting the greens ready, either. (Don't get any wild ideas about me living in a "golf community". We rent a small house on a little ranch way past the golf course.) Mind you, the golfers had to wear rubber boots to slog around in the puddles and the greens are virtually covered in elk poo, but they were out there knocking balls around nonetheless. Did my heart good to see them.
Hope springs eternal.
Spring really will come again. It's not just a legend!
Pumped,
Autumn
Got romance?
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Watcha Readin' Wednesday
More stupid emails than you can shake a stick at.
Seriously. I've started doing the research and replying to the sender just to show them they look like idiots. Last week it was a message from some snotty Pampered Chef rep who was upset that a Tupperware gal didn't like her being a pain in the butt customer. Tuppergirl posted a names-free whine about it on some email group which, unfortunately, Pamered Bitch was a member of. So our Pampered friend dashed off an inflammatory message and sent it to everyone in her address book and asked all of them to send it on, blackballing Tuppergirl.
Nice. On careful scrutiny it was obvious Pampered Bitch had no leg to stand on for her complaints and really didn't know what she was talking about. (her main tweak was that the Tuppergal wouldn't order her product without prepayment. In fact, Tupperware requires their consultants to prepay for their orders, which this girl could not afford, nor should she have to) In this instance, I emailed PB directly and told her how crummy I thought it was for her to be trying to destroy this woman's business, after which she told me they'd talked it out and made up. Of course, no mention of her emailing everyone she knew to tell them this...
Today it was an erumor from 2002 about McDonald's buying beef from South America and how we should boycott them. Fact is, the U.S. gets almost all its beef from New Zealand and Australia and we export ours to Canada and Asia. But twice in one week I've received this message, and it's all in the name of protecting the U.S. economy. Which is silly. I mean - the beefgrowers are still sellling their product. If everyone boycotted McDonald's, their sales would tank and they'd lay off people by the thousands (or just cut their hours til the employees ended up on Public Assistance). Wouldn't that hurt the economy much more?
It amazes me how many people are willing to just read and hit FORWARD as instructed. Don't people know how to think for themselves anymore? (she said in her best Crotchety Old Andy Rooney Voice) I can't help thinking, if somebody walked up to these folks and whispered a rumor in their ear and then told them to tell everyone they know, would they simply repeat it without verifying?
Who needs a damn computer virus to get in address books when you've got Email Zombies!
-Bitchy and Knowing It
Seriously. I've started doing the research and replying to the sender just to show them they look like idiots. Last week it was a message from some snotty Pampered Chef rep who was upset that a Tupperware gal didn't like her being a pain in the butt customer. Tuppergirl posted a names-free whine about it on some email group which, unfortunately, Pamered Bitch was a member of. So our Pampered friend dashed off an inflammatory message and sent it to everyone in her address book and asked all of them to send it on, blackballing Tuppergirl.
Nice. On careful scrutiny it was obvious Pampered Bitch had no leg to stand on for her complaints and really didn't know what she was talking about. (her main tweak was that the Tuppergal wouldn't order her product without prepayment. In fact, Tupperware requires their consultants to prepay for their orders, which this girl could not afford, nor should she have to) In this instance, I emailed PB directly and told her how crummy I thought it was for her to be trying to destroy this woman's business, after which she told me they'd talked it out and made up. Of course, no mention of her emailing everyone she knew to tell them this...
Today it was an erumor from 2002 about McDonald's buying beef from South America and how we should boycott them. Fact is, the U.S. gets almost all its beef from New Zealand and Australia and we export ours to Canada and Asia. But twice in one week I've received this message, and it's all in the name of protecting the U.S. economy. Which is silly. I mean - the beefgrowers are still sellling their product. If everyone boycotted McDonald's, their sales would tank and they'd lay off people by the thousands (or just cut their hours til the employees ended up on Public Assistance). Wouldn't that hurt the economy much more?
It amazes me how many people are willing to just read and hit FORWARD as instructed. Don't people know how to think for themselves anymore? (she said in her best Crotchety Old Andy Rooney Voice) I can't help thinking, if somebody walked up to these folks and whispered a rumor in their ear and then told them to tell everyone they know, would they simply repeat it without verifying?
Who needs a damn computer virus to get in address books when you've got Email Zombies!
-Bitchy and Knowing It
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Cat.
Has. Now. Chewed up. My. Phone charging cord.
Would it be totally inhumane to set up a "sting" operation where he bites into a "hot" cord and gets the shock of the week?
New Dell laptop cord: $30 plus shipping.
New generic Rock Band foot pedal: $22 plus shipping
Tripped circuit breaker.... priceless.
Not the person on the PETA Wanted poster,
Got romance?
Would it be totally inhumane to set up a "sting" operation where he bites into a "hot" cord and gets the shock of the week?
New Dell laptop cord: $30 plus shipping.
New generic Rock Band foot pedal: $22 plus shipping
Tripped circuit breaker.... priceless.
Not the person on the PETA Wanted poster,
Got romance?
Monday, February 23, 2009
What Sucks More Than Mondays
This from young 'Fuscius, who just spent his birthday money to buy the to-die-for mega Rock Band set, complete with guitar, drums, and microphone. (Way suhweet!) He's been banging on those drums every spare moment for the last week.
What sucks? Well, everything is wireless, except for one cord going from the foot pedal to the drums... this, the cat chewed up.
Damn cat.
Autumn Piper
Romance is sexy.
P.S. Taxes still suck, too!
What sucks? Well, everything is wireless, except for one cord going from the foot pedal to the drums... this, the cat chewed up.
Damn cat.
Autumn Piper
Romance is sexy.
P.S. Taxes still suck, too!
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