Shannon Stacey

My local UBS seems to be run by blue-hairs, but I went to the UBS in the “Big City” this morning. *wiggle* Merry Christmas, Baby—Brava anthology that I bought, lent out before I’d read it, and never got back. A Date With the Other Side by Erin McCarthy—I felt badly about buying this one used [...]

Ugh. That’s like twice this week my site’s disappeared on me. That makes me less than happy. As does the radio-controlled Jeff Gordon go-cart that’s bounced off my ankle bone at least three times already this morning. I’m not finding a great deal of good RWA gossip around the blogosphere, but the stuff I have [...]

It’s one of the most melodramatic and enduring moments in film history: Scarlett O’Hara, waving a dirty turnip toward the dramatically-painted sky, shouting “As Gawd is maaah witness, I’ll nevah go hungry again!” Yeah, well. As y’all is maaah witness, I will nevah write a roadtrip romance again. Timelines suck. Mine especially. There are papers [...]

By choice, though, I must say. I’m pretty shy with a very highly-developed inferiority complex and big-ass conferences like that are probably not my cup of tea. The only thing that makes me want to cry in my Wheaties is knowing that some of my friends will be there, hanging out, and I won’t be [...]

The Smart Bitches have a link to an interesting discussion going on over at AAR. Can I check it out? No. I’ve been AAR-less since getting my high-speed cable modem, which was…2 years ago, maybe? I can occasionally go in through the back door—from a cached, Googled page, but it’s rare. And it’ll let me [...]