Sunday, March 27, 2011

Writing Workshop with Linnea Sinclair!


Word Choice: The Flavor and Foibles of Words

Instructor: Linnea Sinclair. 

A rose by any other name would be completely different. And a bird in the hand would create totally dissimilar sensations to one twittering away in the bush. Or warbling in the foliage. Or chittering in the climbing hydrangea.

Whether crafting a 125,000 word novel or a 1,250 word short story, good writers learn that every word has a unique image and impact. In this seminar, RITA award winning author Linnea Sinclair helps writers put more sensation, imagery, and punch in their prose though proper word choice. Sinclair—-a self-professed word slut-—utilizes word games and attendee exercises to demonstrate how much fun writing with the right word can be—and how the right words can turn a good story into a great one.

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Saturday, March 26, 2011

A recent Duel!


The challenge:

It's mid-spring, and your heroine wakes up to a scene like this. (Or something just as bad for traveling in in whatever her world--a radiation storm, whatever!) And the weather is going to get a lot worse within the next hour, too. She has an appointment she needs to keep for the sake of her hero. She doesn't want to let him down, but she's terrified of traveling in stuff like this. What does she do? 




The response:


“The packet will be here for one hour.” The man’s voice sounded flat.

Her blood pressure spiked.

She stood on her toes to make out the glimmer of pale gray sky over the solid white snow encasing the window. Five feet fell last night, and another four to five feet were forecast for this afternoon. She glanced back at the bedroom door. “That’s not very much time.”

“Lady, I don’t care whether Mason lives or dies. It will be here for one hour. That’s all.” Click. The phone line went dead.

Libby wrapped her arms around herself as a shiver wracked her body. If she didn’t make it in time, he’d certainly die. Here. In her house. The thought of burying the head Wisconsin vampire in her flower garden set her acid reflux working. She had to get that serum to save him, and she had to get it now.

She snatched up a coat and keys, pausing only for a moment outside her bedroom door to listen to his breathing. Still alive. For now.

With no way to dig herself out the front door, she thanked God for her grandfather’s old-timey ways and headed down dark stairs to the root cellar. The musty smell of the dirt walls had her choking back claustrophobia as she reached the end of the passageway and searched blindly for the door handle. There. Got it. It creaked open and she went up old concrete stairs into the barn, already knowing what she’d find inside.

A 1957 Studebaker and a John Deer tractor with a snow blade attachment.

She eyed them both as the roll-top garage door opened, wondering if she could walk instead. She edged to the doorway and pushed against the wall of snow. It didn’t budge. If she wanted out, she’d have to plow her way out with something big and heavy. Her gaze landed on the tractor.

“Okay, gramps. Here I go. This thing had better still work.” She stared dumbly at the controls for a few seconds before it registered. A stick shift. Hell, she could handle that, right? Her hand closed around the ignition key and turned. The engine sputtered until she fed it some gas, then it purred like a percolating coffee maker, bouncing her up and down in the seat. If her heart hadn’t been clenched about as tight as her hand on the stick shift, she might have smiled.

Instead, she yanked it into gear and pressed the pedal to the metal. The tractor surged toward the snow wall. She screamed and gripped the wheel tighter, but didn’t slow down.

The blade collided with the snow wall and pushed it in a few feet, then the tractor stopped. Cursing, she backed up and hit it again, and again, until she made a path out of the barn. Shifting into low gear, she trampled what snow she could get under the tires and made her way to the driveway. From there, it was a short trip to the street.

Cars sped by her as she bit her freezing knuckles, watching for an opening. When at last she had one, she coaxed the old engine onto the ice-covered pavement. A car screeched behind her, nearly smashing into the tractor before swerving around it. She closed her eyes as the car’s tires skidded on the ice, sending it into the oncoming traffic. The other car honked, and the driver swerved again, landing in Mr. Johnson’s property.

She thought she could see blood on the window as the car came to a rest, and shuddered.

Cars behind her laid on their horns, unaware the vehicle in front could only go about ten miles an hour, tops. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to ride just a little further, at least to the old Sears building. There she could catch the bus across town – if it was running – and get to Jimmy’s in time.

She pulled off the road and parked on the side walk next to the bus station, and had just enough time to get in line as the bus arrived. She glanced at the bus schedule. The bus was late, probably because of her. Just as well.

Thirty minutes later, the bus stopped at Tenth and Vine. She hopped off and clambered over a steep snow bank to the somewhat shoveled sidewalk, where she broke into a lurching, slippery run. Out of breath, she finally reached the Sage Street Apartments and barreled inside.

Again, dank centuries-old odors assailed her nose, but she ignored them, racing up the stairs with minutes to spare.

Her gut tightened as she sucked in a breath and knocked on the door. This had to be the last place she’d ever wanted to visit. One hand crept to her neck, wrapping her scarf tighter. As if that would help.

“Come in.”

She opened the door slowly, her eyes struggling to adjust to the dim light inside. She could see nothing. “Hello?” Her voice sounded feeble, weak.

She swallowed the scream inside that urged her to run and stepped forward. The click of a switchblade next to her ear and the grip on her hair that yanked her head back forced a tear from her eye.

“Not so fast, Libby.”


Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Thursday Thirteen #8 for 2011 - 13 Things about Enemy Within by Marcella Burnard

Dear Bratty Friends,


Since I just finished Enemy Within by Marcella Burnard, I wanted to share with you some tidbits of the story, so that you, too, could become caught up in this alternate universe I now think of as "Marcella's brain."


Here is the cover of the book - which I won off a sci-fi blog that I tend to lurk on now and then, sometime late last year *sheepish grin*


I only now got around to reading it *second sheepish grin*


But now that I have, come closer, and I'll fill you in the best I can, without spoilers. :)


1. The heroine's name is Ari, which is short for her full name, Alexandria Rose Idylle.


2. The hero's name is Cullen Seaghdh, which I confess I never figured out how to pronounce. Ari called it something like "Shaw," but he said that's not quite it. 


3. The nasty race of beings troubling her (well, one of them anyway), is made up of violent bugs, who have a different take on sexuality - something that us humans would refer to as "kink," though it's quite normal for them. Fore more about the topic, see The Galaxy Express blog post about it here


4. The hero and heroine both come from a military background, which is similar to a lot of the SFR that Linnea Sinclair has written, such as the Dock 5 series, and Accidental Goddess. There's nothing new about military SFR, so many readers should feel comfortable with that aspect of it.


5. It has most of the elements of a romance, including sparring, kissing, and sex, without being really a romance per se. Is there a HEA? Well, of sorts. I think. Yes. But as with everything, there's a cost.


6. This is a fast-paced book with a lot going on, all the time, every chapter. Things go from bad to worse and back to bad very quickly. 


7. Then they get worse again!


8. The other characters in the book either link to Ari's past, or, in some cases, they hint at her future development. Her father for instance, is linked to her past, yet, her mother had played a huge part in her future.


9. A future that includes.....well, she called it learning how to wield a new weapon, and Ari does have a very powerful one she needs to learn how to temper.


10. We assume she'll do that with help from other characters who share her same traits, which makes me think there might be another spin-off book or two in this series about these character's lives. In fact, here's a cover for one of them:



11. If I were Ari, I'm not sure I'd have had the grist to have fallen for Cullen. He sure can be persuasive though, I'll give him that! But I think I'd have gone for the purple guy.....I've always like strangely colored men - like the bad guy in Star Blazers!


Leader Desslok.
12. Ari is pretty darn troubled, more than a little easy to scare, and too tough to back down from a grim fight, or even from Cullen however. She's messed up, in other words. A little loose in the noggin. It makes for interesting internal dialog!


13. Things get a whole lot worse for her before the end of the book! Talk about re-living your worst nightmare......yeah. Not good.


There, I hope I've piqued your interest for this book without giving too much away.


And speaking of giveaways, who'd like to read this book next? Come on, get it while I'm in a mailing mood! 


I'll draw a winner on March 30 send the book to one of the commenters on this post. BTW - it's even signed!


Happy Reading!


Bratty




P.S. If you get a chance, stop by Marcella's blog, and tell her Bon Voyage and safe journey! 



Sunday, March 20, 2011

Movie Review: Robin Hood by Ridley Scott

Dear Bratty Friends,
Bloody, dirty fingernails, a look that could kill. Male or female?


I won't go into much theatrics.
I won't spoil the plot - which would be pretty hard to do, since just about everybody knows who the "man in tights" is.
What I will say is this.....


WHY, RIDLEY SCOTT? WHY?


Why did you take a perfectly good movie (minus the battle scenes, which I ALWAYS fast-forward anyway) and ruin it? What am I talking about? Well, I'm talking about what some would dare to call "gender equality" but what I see as just "gender bullshit." Here's my beef:


In the film we have a rather lovely Russell Crowe chewing up the celluloid and looking hot, and a rather lovely Cate Blanchett, whose face is simply, totally, and utterly caressed by the camera every second of the film, sharing screen time as Robin Hood and Maid Marian.


Smexy! But notice: they are two different sexes!


See? Don't they look lovely together?


Okay, so the setting is 13th Century England, a time of knights, swords, kings (we still have those, a few here and there anyway), and very bloody warfare. Remember, I said swords. Long, heavy, difficult to wield well, and definitely a dangerous weapon, the swords were used to hack each other to pieces. (Monty Python moment: "Come back here, I'll bite your leg off!") Sorry. (Not really. Snerk.)


And who hacked each other to pieces on the battlefield, class? Men or Women? Yeah, I thought so. 


So, would Mr. Scott kindly explain how THIS happened?


I just tossed on this old thing after my lipstick.




COME ON!!!!!


No, it wasn't enough for Marian to be beautiful.
It wasn't enough for her to be female.
It wasn't enough for her to have to wait for him to come back from battle - and suffer not knowing whether or not he'd even return, as her husband never had. 
No.


Because since this is a "modern" film, the woman has to be as "tough" as a man in order to share screen time with him. So, she dons a full coat of mail (though she could hardly lift it in the beginning of the film), puts on a helmet, and rides out to battle with her SWORD.


Why? Because in today's society, you aren't somebody worth while unless you can kill somebody.


Even if you're female.


I call *bullshit* people. FOUL! Boo! Hiss! Stupidity has yet again reared it's ugly head in Hollywood. (That is a surprise, eh?)


But get this - though she did ride out to battle, she is still FEMALE enough apparently, not to be able to dispatch all the enemies herself and nearly dies. Robin Hood has to come to her rescue, in the middle of a battle he ought to be fighting to win.


So, um, what good did that really do for female "toughness," huh? To further my point, you surely didn't see any bloodstained, arrow aiming photo of Blanchett's on the cover of the film box, now did ya? So, what's the point? We want women to be equal - i.e. eager to prove themselves by killing - but we still want them clean and dainty and rescue-able, in order to prove they are fuckable females.


WELL, FUCK!


Shame on  you, Mr. Scott for listening to bozos and putting a sword in a woman's hand that never held one, forcing a half-assed degree of "manliness" on a female character, and bringing my movie-going enjoyment to a screeching halt complete with me yelling, "what the fuck?" at the T.V.


Crapola, man.


Get it right, will ya?


Bratty
That sure doesn't look like Marian on the cover to me.......

Monday, March 14, 2011

Book Review: Trading in Danger

Trading in Danger (Vatta's War, #1)Trading in Danger by Elizabeth Moon

My rating: 3 of 5 stars


At first, I found the book painfully slow. Later, I realized Ms. Moon has a very sneaky way of writing. A lot actually happens but the writing is specifically paced, which makes me think 1) Ms. Moon is extremely capable at pacing and 2) it's a bit deceptive for the reader. We feel as if things aren't happening fast enough, but if you sit back and add it all up, quite a bit happens during these 294 pages.

Hmmm... fascinating!



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Sunday, March 13, 2011

U.S. and Japan Nuclear Power Plant Maps

Dear Bratty Friends,


The latest new from Japan is that they are trying to prevent a reactor meltdown at the Fukushima Daiichi power plant. I hope they do prevent it, and that Japan is spared a Chernobyl-type incident that would play havoc with their relatively small island country's ability to house some of it's 127 million inhabitants, not to mention severely damage a portion of its real estate. But, I began to wonder, why would Japan - of all countries! - use nuclear power plants anyway?


1. After being bombed in WWII at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, you'd figure they'd never want to see the word "nuclear" in connection with their homeland again.


2. Building nuclear power plants on top of an intersection of four tectonic plates - the Eurasian, North American, Philippine and Pacific plates - is suicidal, at best.


Well, the answer is, you've gotta provide power to that rather sizable population somehow, and wood, coal or natural gas isn't readily available. So then, I began to wonder, just how many nuclear sites does Japan have? The following map from the INSCDB shows their locations:


Map from INSCDB
According to Wikipedia, Japan has 53 nuclear reactors at those plants.

By contrast - since I was curious - the U.S. has 104 operating reactors in 31 states. Here's the map:

Map from INSCDB
I was shocked to see - being a Westerner all my life - that the majority of them are located on the East Coast. Gee, I guess I don't get out much! In addition, here's some more tidbits to consider:

Like Japan, seven states rely on nuclear power for most of their power. Here's the data from the Nuclear Energy Institute.

StatePercent
Vermont   72.3
New Jersey   55.1
Connecticut   53.4
South Carolina   52.0
Illinois   48.7
New Hamphshire   44.1
Virginia   39.6

Now, from what I've read, Japan encompasses 145,925 square miles of space, that means Japan has (1) nuclear reactor for every 2,753 square miles. By contrast, the U.S. is 3.79 million square miles in size, and therefore has (1) nuclear reactor for every 3,644,230 square feet. Most of them, again, located towards the East Coast.


However, if we take a look at the fault lines or tectonic plates that run underneath the state of California, we may become a little concerned about our own safety. For instance, the Diablo Canyon reactor near San Luis Obispo sits on (4) fault lines, and the San Onofre reactor sits near San Diego on an "inactive" fault line. 


Yeah. Inactive like that certain mountain we in Washington remember as snowing ash on us in 1980:


Mt. St. Helens, Washington


*cough* Well, that certainly was a surprise! Let's hope there's no more where that came from, eh?


And here's hoping we learn a lesson from Japan's recent tragic events, and choose solar or wind power instead. We can only hope...


More later,


Bratty



Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Thursday Thirteen #8 for 2011

Well, it seems I've been gifted with a 7 Facts Award from our esteemed writerly colleague, Alice Audrey. Thanks Alice!

Since 7 is pretty close to 13 - sorta! - I figured I'd just tack a few more on and call it a TT! So here it is, starting with my 7 Facts first:


1. My first car was a pea soup green Pinto Station Wagon!

Pinto Station Wagon.
2. My second car was a Plymouth Valiant. I used to have a big boom box on the front seat, and I'd go careening over the hills of Seattle whilst listening to my favorite album of the time: Low by David Bowie.

3. Let's just say I had a large Bowie phase.

4. On that same boom box, I WORE OUT a cassette of Robyn Hitchcock and the Egyptians's Globe of Frogs album. Yummy! I would race home and play "Balloon Man" every night and dance insanely. Yup.

5. I also saw Robyn Hitchcock play solo at the Backstage in Ballard, which remains one of my all-time favorite venues for hearing music.

6. Much better than the Moore Theater, where I could never really hear anything.

7. Before I left Seattle, I'd trashed another station wagon - this one a Chevy Cavalier. I'm kinda hard on them, I guess. But I have my eye on a Subaru these days just the same. They are starting to look nervous...

Chevy Cavalier Wagon

And now for MORE fun Facts:

8. I drink tea in the morning, not coffee. I do drink decaf coffee in the afternoons though, which some folk consider an abomination.

9. I wish I knew how to play guitar.

10. I'm fool enough to run in the rain - I did it today!

11. I don't watch TV - except for my favorite soap, One Life to Live! I am a major OLTL addict.


12. I''m looking for good veggie recipes for the Flicker Farm Wordpress blog. If you know of any, send me a note! I'd love to use them.

13. I'm not a fan of vanilla. Eeeech!

Well, that's all for this TT. See you next week!

Bratty

A recent duel! Justin and Doth again

Your h/H are lost in a tropical rain forest how will they ever get out? Please include an oven bag, a rude parrot and a chariot with a missing wheel.


“Can I eat this?”

“No.”

“What about this?”

“No.”

“How about this one?”

“No, Doth! You can’t eat that either.” Justin paused and peeled his wet tee-shirt off. He twisted it into a corkscrew shape and watched in dismay as sweat seeped out of it.

“I can’t believe this place is so green, but there’s nothing here to eat!” Doth stomped in a small circle of dried leaves, his legs rustling the lush vegetation surrounding them. “There’s go to be something …”

“Is your stomach all you can think about after that plane crash we’ve just been through?” A scowl crossed his face as he swiped at the caked blood on his cheek. “We’re probably miles from civilization, miles from any help. How about focusing on getting us out of here?”

The former demon stopped, put his hands on his hips and pouted. “I could starve before then.” He cocked his head. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Whatever.” Justin did an eye roll. “Let’s just keep moving.”

They walked for hours. Snakes, so quick they moved almost unseen, slithered on branches above them. Bird calls – some cackles, others shrill chirps – punctuated the air every few seconds, interspersed with monkey grunts and hollers.

Underneath, branches threatened to tangle their feet, slowing their progress. Each slogging step took them further in some unknown direction. Probably to their death, Justin figured. “Just my luck I’m stuck here with a certified cuckoo,” he mumbled.

“Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs!” Doth shouted. His voice disappeared into the dense forest. “Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs!”

They walked another half a mile or so before stopping for a rest.

“I’m hungry. Are you sure there’s nothing to eat?”

Justin spun around to feed his partner a knuckle sandwich. But his foot caught on a twisted tree root and he stumbled. Unable to catch himself – one foot slipped on rotten vegetation – he pitched head first into a very solid object. Stars shot out his eyes. “Ow! What the hell was that?”

“What? Is it food?” Doth came closer and grabbed heavy vines behind where Justin sat, rubbing his head. “Hey. There’s something back here.”

“No sh*t.”

The vines at last parted to reveal what looked like a very old calcified stone with a hub in the middle.

“Hey look, it’s a coffee table.”

Justin squinted. “It can’t be.”

“Yes it can. You’re just saying that.” Doth loomed over him. “’Cause you want to keep all the food for yourself, just like in Treasure of the Sierra Madre.”

“Nutcase.” Justin rose to his feet and looked over the stone. It seemed to be attached to a rotten wooden box. Wishing he had a knife, he yanked more vines out of the way until he could see the whole object. “Doth, it’s a chariot. Look. It’s missing its other wheel. Someone must have abandoned it here a long time ago.”

He glanced around them, searching for some kind of clue to its owner. Had the Romans come here? If so, on purpose, or by accident? He shook his head, perplexed.

Doth scrambled into the box and disappeared from view.

Justin heard scratching, then an “ah ha!” from inside the chariot.

“Look what I found!” Doth triumphantly held up a used oven bag. “See, I knew there was food around here. You’re just lying to me. You and that stewardess plan to keep me here for days until I fall asleep, then you’ll-“

“Doth! Cut it out! Stop with the paranoia already.” Still, the Romans hadn’t had oven bags. So, either the chariot owner wasn’t a lost Roman, or…

A twig snapped above them and the forest went eerily still.

“Doth, get down,” Justin hissed. He ducked against the wheel and studied the canopy for movement. Something large and red hopped from tree to tree, on a bee-line for their location.

“Why? What’s going on?”

“Look, over there,” Justin whispered.

“Oh no you don’t. I’m not falling for that one. When I turn my head, you’re gonna steal all the roast chicken, aren’t you? I know your game!”

A massive bird with a beak large enough to break an arm swooped directly over them and landed in a tree above the chariot.

“Hey, parrot, parrot, parrot,” Doth waved the baggie at it. “Want some chickie little bird? Huh?”

“Doth, put that down! Are you trying to get us killed?”

“Nah, this bird’s friendly.” He parked himself directly underneath it and looked up. “Aren’t you little birdie?” He waived the bag again. “Come to pappa.”

Splat!

Liquid whiteness covered Doth’s shoulder, the extra splashing off to the side. “Hey! Stupid bird.”

“Can I eat this?” Squuaaawk. “I’m hungry.” Squuaaawk. The parrot picked at its feathers and looked around before sailing to a different tree.

“Where’s the food little birdie?” Doth crept towards it, one hand holding a stick behind his back.

Squuaaawk. “I’m hungry.”

Doth took one more step, and the ground gave way. Quick as a wink, he disappeared.

“Doth!” Justin stared after him for several seconds, mouth agape, before turning to find the bird staring back with black beady eyes.

Squuaaawk. “I’m hungry,” it said, as it hopped down from its perch and started towards him, swinging its massive beak. 





More later, 


Bratty

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Book Reviews: Talk Dirty to Me!

Talk Dirty To MeTalk Dirty To Me by Ginny Glass

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


Lovely! Nice job ladies!

Definitely a story to warm a cold winter's night. Wink wink.

Some of my favorite lines were:

"Her deadline breathed down her neck as hotly as a dragon on an all garlic diet."

In this book, a dragon isn't the only thing breathing down Nora's neck all hot and bothered like.

"Chemicals and neurons and he has really nice teeth."

Yeah, maybe she can just explain away that craving.....

"Library cafe, in full view of the public, unarmed. One o'clock."

"See you tomorrow, fraidy cat."

These two quotes go together, and tell you something about the state of male/female relationships these days. That, and the pepper spray! But hey, they do get over it!

".... the glimpse into her mind was like an erotic trip through the nightlife in downtown Wet Dreamland."

Well, speak for yourself, James! (Which he does - so well!)

"...the timbre of her words slipped over his skin like a slow tongue."

Do you sense moisture here? I do!

"His finger acted without consulting his brain."

He didn't drunk dial her, no, he LUST DIALED her, which is WAY hotter!

"I've got your number. You, sweetheart, have a very dirty mind."

And don't we all.....

I think this is a great story because we can all relate to the characters, all see a bit of ourselves in them. Nice job from the duo of Inez Kelley and Ginny Glass. Hope to read more from them in the future.

So hurry up already!


Bratty




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Saturday, March 5, 2011

One way to pay your 2010 tax bill:



Dear Internal Revenue Service:


Enclosed you will find my 2010 tax return showing that I owe $3,407.00 in taxes. Please note the attached article from the USA Today newspaper, dated 12 November, wherein you will see the Pentagon (Department of Defense) is paying $171.50 per hammer and NASA has paid $600.00 per toilet seat.







I am enclosing four (4) toilet seats (valued @ $2,400) and six (6) hammers valued @ $1,029), which I secured at Home Depot, bringing my total remittance to $3,429.00. 










Please apply the overpayment of $22.00 to the "Presidential Election Fund," as noted on my return. You can do this inexpensively by sending them one (1) 1.5 " Phillips Head Screw (see aforementioned article detailing how H.U.D. pays $22.00 each for 1.5" Phillips Head Screws). One screw is enclosed for your convenience.




It has been a pleasure to pay my tax bill this year, and I look forward to paying it again next year.

Sincerely,

A Satisfied Taxpayer

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Thursday Thirteen # 7 for 2011

Dear Bratty Friends,

I have signed up for Mary Buckham's class on Pacing, which I mentioned here.

As part of assignment One, we've been asked to choose a book in a genre we'd like to write in, to use as our model on pacing for the class. Just for fun, I thought I'd pick 13 random books from the 94 - 94! - class participants, to see what everybody was reading. Ready? You might pick up some good reading material here for your TBR Pile today!

1. "His Housekeeper Bride" by Melissa James.
His Housekeeper Bride



2.  "Murder Is Binding" by Lorna Barrett.

Murder Is Binding



3.  "Every Last One" by Anna Quindlen.

Every Last One: A Novel


4.  SWIMSUIT by James Patterson and Maxine Paetro.

Swimsuit



5.  "The Wedding Officer" by Anthony Capella.

The Wedding Officer: A Novel



6. "To Taste Temptation" by Elizabeth Hoyt.

To Taste Temptation (The Legend of the Four Soldiers)

7. "The Hunger Games" by Suzanne Collins.

The Hunger Games

8. "The Next Best Thing" by Kristan Higgins.

The Next Best Thing (Hqn)

9.  HENRY'S SISTERS by Cathy Lamb.

Henry's Sisters



10.  "Eat Prey Love" by Kerrelyn Sparks.

Eat Prey Love (Avon)


11. "Mallets Aforethought" by Sarah Graves.

Mallets Aforethought

12.  "High Noon" by Nora Roberts.

High Noon [Paperback] by Roberts, Nora

13. "Accidental Goddess" by Linnea Sinclair.

An Accidental Goddess (Bantam Spectra)

Can anybody guess which one I picked? :p

What are you reading?

Bratty

40 Years of Ebooks Graphic from Ebookfriend.ly

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Guest post at Haley Whitehall's blog

Dear Bratty Friends,

I am guest blogging again today at Haley Whitehall's blog, Soldiering through the Writing World. In it, I complain about misbehaving characters that cause me to stop what I'm doing and well....experience brain freeze!

Hey, it hurts! Almost as much at the damn tetanus shot I got on Friday. *rubs arm and grumbles*



Anyway, check it out if you can.

See you soon!

*smooches*

Bratty