Soccer season doesn’t entirely suck… And September really rocks.

Okay– first of all, thanks so far for everyone who’s put in their two cents for the contest! Some of the choices were a real surprise–and I was thrilled to see a couple of votes for Bitter Moon. (My daughter was not! She said that if I wrote a sex scene between Lane and Bethen… Read More

Seriously! If you add the old blog with this one I’m on post 899–and, like, WOW! I’ve got a contest in mind–sort of a modest little contest for readers AND knitters, but I’m going to chat a little before I tell ya what it is, ’cause I’m mean like that. (I’m also hella sleep deprived–even… Read More

ZOMG! So pretty! This story is set in the LG universe (as well as my own tongue-in-cheek version of heaven) and deals with a couple of angels who are… well, befuddled by everybody’s favorite vampire when they’re set to watch him. I loved Litha’s Constant Whim, and I love this one–Whim wasn’t a commercial powerhouse… Read More

Chicken and her friends went to an anime convention this weekend. On Friday, I lucked out– her friend’s mom drove, while I stayed home with a tired Squish who, on top of feeling under-weatherly, had also received her last round of shots all in one arm. (Mate said it was the darnedest thing–after years of… Read More

People wonder how I can write angst so convincingly. How can I put myself in the place of someone who has experienced loss or sadness or pain, when, although turbulent and not without struggle, my life has had such a happy ending. (And let’s face it. Even if a wandering satellite had its orbit disturbed… Read More

This is Talker–and he’s getting a lot of attention. Maybe it’s the tattoos and maybe it’s the fact that Bella was so sweet and light and this one is… well… not. Either way, I’m getting all nervy again because it’s out tonight from this place and ARe and amazon.com and all points in between. Either… Read More

‘Kay… Zoomboy is sick, first of all. And it sucks– we woke up a three this morning and he was throwing off heat like Sacramento in the summer, and then, at five (when I actually get out of bed) he didn’t feel bad. At six thirty, when his father gets out of bed, he’s back… Read More

Including Mate spraining his ankle (and being a total trooper about it as he coached soccer, bless him), and a clusterfuck over at amazon.com and the fact that our cat apparently has a jumping disability… But forget about that. Because I’ve got some writing happy, all in one whack, and I’m gonna celebrate for a… Read More

But mostly because I slept for nine hours on Tuesday, and because I came home early on Wednesday and cried on Mate… *whinge* “You’re going to cancel soccer practice, right? And come get the kids? Because it’s two o’clock and a hundred and five fucking degrees outside and if I have to get in that… Read More