Greetings and Salutations

I don't know if anybody is even coming by here any more. I'm not sure whether that makes me happy or sad. I like the friends I made here, but I need someplace to dump my baggage as it were, and who wants to read that? I miss Jim, and Yo, and. . . oh well. I'll write. Either people will come by or no. It's my own fault anyway, because I haven't been blogging nearly as much as I should.

ANYWAY, let's get off THAT depressing subject shall we?

Lucky the Wonder Dog is being a poop. Frustrating that. I need to get her a new harness because walking her with a collar is SO not working. Payday cometh. I just have to keep reminding myself of that.

The cats are all happy and well. This is a good thing. I don't know if you guys go to MySpace, but if you wanna, you can go look at the pretty pictures.

I am not going to RT after all (at least not for the whole thing. If I can get away, I'll come up for the signing, but no guarantees on that.) Personal stuff. Not fun. Ah well. Life is what it is.

Good news is, we've got plans for books through 2009. There is a new Tony Giodone adventure on that list for those of you who have been looking for him (you know who you are!). More good news is we won a RIO for Touch of Evil -- against Sherrilyn Kenyon and Katie McAlister!!! (OMIGOD!) The fairy book is coming along nicely, but slower than I would like because the body is being uncooperative.

Our editor extraordinaire, Anna Genoese, has left Tor (she will be doing freelance stuff, but is not actually working for them full time any more.) This caused major upheaval as we tried to figure out what the heck (if anything) we were going to do in response. In the end, we are happily staying put.

James is doing well. He is happy in Denver and doing well both at his job and his second job doing videography. I am proud, happy, and miss the heck out of him. (I do not, however, miss the additional laundry and housework--go figure). I hope to go visit him sometime this summer, but I don't know when because there is a possible tour and stuff going on with Tor regarding Touch of Madness. (Buy this book. Buy this book--Subliminal and not so subliminal messaging to all readers--BUY THIS BOOK). I'm seriously proud of TOM -- and if you thought Kate was having a bad day in TOE! WHOOOO boy howdy have things gone downhill! Besides, it has one of my favorite secondary characters of all time. Carlton ROCKS.

I am still losing weight. I have no idea what size and weight I am right now. I'm wearing elastic waisted and drawstring stuff for the moment until things are a little more stable. This is a good thing and is probably in response to the hormones getting right again. I even have a libido again. (I know, I shouldn't mention that in a public forum, but it's such a SHOCK.) I'm not entirely happy with the way I look, but it's getting better. I do know that men are starting to notice. Some of them are even the men I want to notice. Unfortunately, most of them are not. In fact, one of them was SOOOOOOOO much a not that I was really seriously unhappy. I know, I should be flattered no matter who pays attention. But I can't help it. I wish I were a better person. I'm not.

For example. I am not interested in men old enough to be my father, or who are actually OLDER than my father. Really. No thanks. Too weird for me. I don't care about their money, or their car, or . . . whatever. There is an EWWW factor I can't get past.

Now is this fair? I mean, would I object to being the older woman to a sweet young hunk my son's age? I dunno. Maybe. It depends on if we had things in common and if he got the creativity/writing stuff. But I would be more likely to try it than give a chance to an older guy.

Completely unfair. I know. But I can't seem to get past it.

Actually, I would probably completely weird if I got one of the sexy cover model types. I would keep wondering what in the hell he saw in me.

Not that it is an issue in the current location. VERY small town, very few unattached males, none of them interested in me or vice versa--except for a little flirting and the one offer that I wasn't interested in.

OKAY, enough of the personal stuff. I gotta take care of things anyway. The puppy is hungry, the kitties think they should get fed first, and I probably should eat too. And then there's the writing. Yeah. I do need to do some of that.

Toodles.


Cie