I’m taking over the blog today. Why? Because Shannon’s a boring, whiny bitch today, and I want to list the thirteen reasons I’d rather be Nora’s muse. What? Oh, who am I? I’m Shannon’s muse, unfortunately. And since she often says “Okay, Ezmerelda, let’s do this thing,” when she sits down to write, I think [...]
Archive | January, 2007
Conversation with…the muse
Shan: Thou hast forsaken me. The Bitch Muse: Shakespeare? Listen, doll—even 1970′s maternity pants weren’t that much of a stretch. Shan: You’re a cruel and fickle mistress. The Bitch Muse: What do you expect? After the icky flu stuff and the icky tax staff—math for god’s sake—and your hour-long rant on the evils of the [...]
Why is it pouring on my parade?
My Patriots lost. Apparently the stomach flu the Patriots were passing around is TV-transmittable, ’cause the short kid and I got it. I paid $14 for Evanovich’s “How I Write” book. WHY? I haven’t seen font that big since I outgrew seeing Dick and Jane run. I think on some level it’s a fellow-NH author [...]
The NFL conference championship round
NFC: New Orleans Saints at Chicago Bears: Pregame: Well, lingering trauma from the 1985 video, “The Superbowl Shuffle”, prevents me from cheering for the Bears. Ever. And rooting against the Saints is rather like kicking a puppy, so Go Saints! Halftime: These two are the best teams the NFC could vomit up for their conference [...]
Sucked in to the eHQ vortex
So I decided to take a wee little break last night, and it turned into at least an hour, probably more. I headed on over to eHarlequin.com to browse through recent SSE titles. The bad, yet unsurprising news, is that several variations of my several title variations have been used. (Bonus points if you didn’t [...]
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