Thank you for everyone who voted in the Curran vs Zsadist poll. Curran lost by 6 votes, but we’re totally excited anyway. JR Ward is a talented writer and she has a huge following, so it was really cool that we were so close. I declare it a victory anyway! Because our readers are l33t!
Update; the poll is still open. Heh, spoke too soon. Here is a link: http://vampirebookclub.net/alpha-showdown-round-5-zsadist-vs-curran/
Whichever alpha you vote for, we think you’re awesome anyway.
The movie was hysterical. Go see. Don’t take small children.
Please tell me it gets easier when they get older, because last night one scared me half to death and the other was told to stop critiquing every parenting decision we make and is now pouting in her room in self-imposed exile with her black-furred familiar by her side.
They are both cool kids. But I’m now pondering if I should make another hair appointment before the signing to take out the extra grey that popped up overnight.
Don’t ask. Am behind. It’s not going well. Writing 3K a day worked great for the first 2 weeks and then I dried up to 500 words a day for a week. Next year less novels, more self-pub work so we can play around a little bit. I feel like we’re always behind and live our lives in a state of constant emergency.
I’m picking up the pace – I think my comfortable pace is about 1,500 words a day, but I have to backtrack and fix some of the crappier moments. An interesting thing happens: when I get really tired or stressed, that stress bleeds right into the characters. Guys get grimmer and act like robots and women get hysterical and cry a lot. Which is weird, because I am not that weepy by nature. So now I have to go back and replace robot male dialog with funnies and crying with butt kicking. So if you come across a scene where someone’s head explodes or some major butt kicking occurs, it probably corresponds to me trying to find a document or stressing out about deadline.
Gordon and Ilona Andrews: making heads explode since 2007. I should put it on a business card.
Wouldn’t it be cool if you could be a psychic and really put it on a business card… Note to self: stop thinking about psychics. You have no time to write about it.
I hate US Census Bureau. They want information about how much the business earns. I send it in. They want it again. I send it in. They send a nasty letter about not getting stuff. I get fussy and throw the letter into recycling, because I sent it in already. Now they sent a certified. It’s waiting at the post office. ARGH.
Ebook winner prizes had been sent out this morning. Ok, why can’t Nook users gift ebooks like Amazon users can? BN, why no love? Like we’re some kind of red-headed stepchildren. I have both, but my Kindle is charged and used often. My nook – not so much.
Trying to organize promo items for the signing: oy. We found something really awesome online, but the question is, can they do it in time. Why did I wait so long, I don’t know. Because my brains are fried that’s why. And Gordon reminded me about five or six times, too.
Well, it’s nine and I must go and make some sort of un-weepy words happen.