It’s awards season, even for books. That’s right. The Sammies (first time I’ve heard of them) are open and awaiting your votes. Click here to cast your vote.
Let me be frank. I’m only mentioning this because I hope you’ll vote for me. And just to make sure there isn’t any question about it, my book is called STRIPPED. I don’t care who you vote for second and third, but doggone it, I want to be first.
There are several categories my book is listed in and it’s a LONG list. My book won’t be released in print until June 8th, so it’s no eligible for that category.
Also, there are so many links on the left-hand side that you probably didn’t notice my newest one under Blogs – Others. My Editor, Anne Scott, has her own blog now. It’s mostly for advertising purposes because she’s new to the blogging thing, but I’m sure she’ll come up to speed fast and talk about other stuff. So, if you’re interested in getting to know here, this is where to start. She’s a cool chick.
Other than that, there’s not much news to report. Well…I sort of.
I had a really weird–not scary–dream last night that involved me being the manager of a body-bag maintenance plant. For some reason I was pointing at the black bags and telling my workers to trash them with the carcasses inside. I absolutely hated my job. Abhorred every second of it. In fact, it gave me the creeps. Most of the bodies were charred and mutated beyond recognition. Don’t ask me how I knew since I hadn’t opened any of them. I even violated someone’s religious beliefs by ordering them to handle a bag knowing there was a corpse inside. The guy threatened to sue the me and the company for not warning him before hand. I don’t know what happened after that because my internal alarm clock woke me. Go figure.
Any weird dreams you want to share?
You recall the RWA craziness that was going on a few months back with Harlequin, right? The new self-pub arm that delisted them as an Eligible Publisher? Well, this is the newest hand-down (via the Hot Sheet) from RWA to its members. It should come at no surprise:
I received the strangest letter in the mail yesterday. The name Dorrance Publishing sounded familiar–not in a good way–but I couldn’t put my finger on it…until I opened the letter. They got my name from the Library of Congress and thought that I’d be more interested in a different route to publishing, which was why they contacted me. They gave a nice speech and all about me making a lot of money instead of others reaping the rewards. They wanted to help me get published and acted like they were doing me a favor. Yeah. Right. Then I came across the magic words about three paragraphs down: subsidy press.
You people really need to get a life and a real job. Seeing as your stupid a**es went down to Florida during the housing bust to buy houses to sell to people who can’t afford them, I guess I should expect stupidity from you by now.
After reading the third book in
This is the time of year where everyone reflects back on the year and recaps their biggest accomplishments. Do you need to guess which one mine was?
Sadly, our Christmas Tree is probably one step up from this. It wasn’t our intention, it’s just that…well…Christmas got away from us this year. Baby Girl has been keeping us so busy that the whole idea of putting up a tree was just too much effort. We have one up, but there are only one set of lights on it and one ornament. Oh, yeah. There’s a star at the top, too. 

…Don’t know when I’ll be back again.