I wrote a blurb with Lila for a book i’ll never write. Confused? Don’t be, it’s all part of the regrettable book series that Lila does! Her amusing book blurbs will keep you laughing for hours. Interested, then come on over and check it out!
Steps to deal with book piracy: Redux
It happened again.
When WANT debuted last June, it was pirated within two weeks. NEED comes out this Friday May 17, and already someone's pirated the ARC (*shakes angry fist*).
I wrote a detailed step-by-step blog post on what authors should do if their work(s) is pirated and unfortunately, it bears repeating.
Here it is. Hope it helps.
I'm reblogging this because I think it's important. To many people look for the "easy" way to get a book. Each book a writer creates takes time and energy,, you wouldn't want someone stealing your hart earned money, so don't steal their hard earned words.
Gaming Time
Lately, I’ve been missing pixel world‘s. Worlds created just for gamers.
World‘s where i’ve spent way to many hours.
I’ve killed thousands of Orc’s and Skelton’s
seen creatures I can’t even describe
and felt the heat of
nonexistent suns
and underwater worlds
whose beauty surpassed reality.
I yearn for scenery both fake and real
For game play and friends both near and far
Those that left
Those that stayed.
I miss nonexistent pallyful powers
Corpse runs in the middle of FV
Learning how to kite
And two box
Unreality and PON
and Laughter and playfulness
I learned teamwork and how to do a
Proper, LOH(Lay on hands)
I also learned how to die with my team.
I miss it all, the way an addict misses ice cream
But you can’t go back.
Not to a boyfriend
Or to a game.
Because in the end, it will never be the same.
I gave them up
To create illusions out of nothing.
Applied to paper in the form of words
That I hope someday
Will be a true enjoyment for others.
This post, however, is dedicated to those who I’ve spent quality time with.
Azlayen, Razma, Meeka, Wrake, Caliktil, and my adopted son Yardwyn.
Who memories keep me amused still.
From East Freeport to the Butcher-block mountains
and Azeroth and beyond.
Cim says, “hi.”
To those I miss
And those I still talk to
Thank you. It was a fun ride!.
Spring time in Alaska.
Spring time in Alaska!
Temps holding steady at.. 45. Which means we can go outside without our coats on! Note the glacier in the front yard!
And this is my drive way! If your wondering. I have shoveled this by hand!
Warm enough to be outside and cold enough to stay in!
Un-Spaghetti
Un-spaghetti.
There was a time when my husband and I fought alot, but only over one thing. Spaghetti.
I know.. you’re confused, who fights over spaghetti? You eat it, you don’t eat it, life goes on!
Ah.. but you’d be wrong!
My dear husband used to rhapsodize about his mother’s spaghetti. He loved it so much he would tell me that it even tasted good, the next day… C O L D. His family had entire nights, which revolve around spaghetti.
I grew up with my own family recipe. I fondly recall, my mother browning the meat, cutting up the tomatoes, putting in the seasonings one by one. To this day.. it’s my comfort food, the one food I crave when I’m having a bad day.
What does this have to do with un-spaghetti?
Let me explain. One day the hubs and I were invited over to the in-laws for spaghetti night. His mum, a dear woman who can be a tad exuberant when it comes to actual facts, informed me that she spent all day cooking. Then, without batting an eye, she shouted over her left shoulder, “Someone needs to go to the store, we’re out of Ragu.”
The battle was on. From that night on.. my husband and I fought over spaghetti. We fought for weeks, even months over whether or not Ragu was REAL spaghetti.
Now, before you decide we came to splits ville over food, let me reassure you.. we’re still together and still in love. (8 years and counting baby!)
One night during a particularly vocal argument over “no it’s not real spaghetti,” I screamed the immortal words, “I will never make spaghetti for you again!”
Now, if you know me, you know I try hard to keep my word. The problem with that was, I LOVE Spaghetti, (mine that is), I also do all the cooking.
So Spaghetti night at our house became.. un-spaghetti night. My mother’s recipe, slightly changed. One different ingredient each night, sometimes it’s a different brand of noodles, sometimes a different type of meat, once I served it over bread! (I was desperate!) My version of a compromise!
So now you know it, a marriage saved by spaghetti (Or in this case un spaghetti).. who’d have thought it!
Just another day at Home
Visions of Alaska!
This was taken at 9 a.m! My front yard! It’s not quite that spacious, (all in the angle!)
Here’s me on my birthday.. (level up up baby!)
Yes, there is a line straight down the middle, it’s a self portrait from a mirrored medicine cabinet. Sure, I could have posted one of me smiling, but personally, I think my smiles sorta, well boring, and this is more me when I’m thinking hard.
The shirt was one my son left when he moved out, so naturally when I’m missing him (don’t feel sorry for me, he lives across town!).. I wear his shirt!
Yo, Moose at the old Hyundai? Go lick someone else’s car!
Just another day in the life of your ordinary Alaskan Geek. Note, I stayed in side for all of these photo’s. Cold is cold people! J.
Favorite books through out my life.
I have a vivid memory at the age of 8, of being stuck in the library. My mother was on one of those dreaded parent teacher conferences. You know the ones. Where you get scolded the moment you get home for “not paying attention in class,”…but I was! I just couldn’t see the chalkboard (but that is another true story, one for another time).
I stood in the library perusing the shelves, I don’t know what made me pick it out. It could have been recommended to me, or perhaps I found them on my own. The Bobsey Twins became the first books that I read from cover to cover, book after book. They became my first real series.
The second book I recall loving as a child, was “the Witch Family.” About an old grumpy witch who was so bad, she was forced to live on a glass hill and could only come down on Halloween. I loved that book. I must have checked it out of the library a hundred times.
Time passed, I got older. My tastes changed. I was fifteen when I picked up the book, “Dragonsinger,” By Anne McCaffrey. I fell in love with her world, with her vision, with her story telling ability. I have every one of her books. Some in hardback, some in paper and yes, some in kindle.
That brings us to DragonLance. I discovered this while I was living with my son’s father, he who shall not be named, (couldn’t resist). I lived in this book, I loved the story lines, how sweet Caramon was (when he wasn’t bashing out someone’s brains, ) how much he loved the bar maid. How evil was Raistlin? To this day, I wonder. Did Caramon save him from being tortured endlessly by the Queen of Darkness, or is he now still being tortured? (Questions, questions, questions).
I’ve read several dozen books since then.. Elizabeth moon’s “the Speed of Dark,”, A hundred Grace Living Stone hill books, author’s to many to mention, and all this brings me to.. Rowling, you know the one. J.K, and her beloved Harry Potter series. I along with millions read her books the day they came out, stayed up till well past midnight, consumed words like some Draven Winterbourn consumed Chocolate treats.
I guess what I’m saying is, I’m a reader. I’m that person. The one who read, J. A. Belfield’s Darkness and Light and cried when the heroine cried, who read Crux by Julie Reece, who gasped and choked back laughter.
I’m that person. The one who falls eyes first into a world and forget to come out, and.. I’m okay with that because I know you’re there to. An anonymous person on the other side of the computer screen and you’re right there reading with me. Aren’t we having fun?
