I owe everyone who has been waiting for Bounda big apology. It’s taken 5 times as long as it should have to get it done. As of yesterday I scrap a lot of what I had and busted the story back down to less then 5000 words. Moregone and his heroine Aketa are great, and they (and you) deserve a great story. What I’d written descended into bondage-sex-drive-plotless-dog-poo. Rather than have Kate, editor extraordinaire, tell me it was dog poo, I scrapped it myself.
I’m basically back at square one.
Oh Perez. How you have grown, how you have changed. Perez is a must read. He gets gossip faster than anyone, doodles crack in noses, and calls ‘em likes he sees them, from celebs to politics. The problem?
He’s too freaking nice! Now that he’s rolling with the Hollywood elite, making friends with celebs he used to snark (Paris Hilton barely ever shows up on his blog anymore) it’s not quite as much fun. Yes I am aware that my desire to see people mocked on the Internet makes me a bad person, but come on, I get bored at work like everyone else and need something to do.
So I am still a faithful Perez reader, and some day I am going to run into him at that coffee bean across from the DGA, and it will be awesome. I bet he’s still snarky in person. 
Everyone has them, the blogs you check that hold absolutely nothing but entertainment value. In the writing world, and Romancelandia (that mystical place on the Internet where intellectual discourse on romance novels abounds) there are a multitude of intellectually stimulating blogs. Most of them are very entertaining, but there’s always a message or point of discourse built in, rather like children’s literature.
Those aren’t the ones I want to talk about today. Today I am all about the bad-like-refined-sugar blog. The ones you read to snicker and laugh.
And for me the best of the best has got to be D-listed. LOVE!
Michael K, the fucking BRILLIANT writer of D-listed, will someday decide he likes girls and marry me, filling my days with jargon laden snark. Until then I will have to content myself with checking D-listed 20 times a day.
Heads up-the prose is unrepentantly vulgar. Happy Chicken Cutlets!
According to Eva Mendez Arizona and Colorado are the best. From her quote (via the Daily Mail) it sounds like they are only the best sex if you are having it outside:
“Maybe it was the clear air, or the quiet, or the endless sky… whatever it was, it was really, really good.”
Sounds sexy, and I know I personally love the idea of some sex on a blanket under the sky, up against a tree in the rain… But seriously people, there are bugs. Bugs! And birds. And then will watch you have sex (the birds, not the bugs, at least I think the bug’s wouldn’t.)
I feel you kid. I do.
Birds and their scary little eyes should not be a part of it.
Hot hot hot new cover. The blurb isn’t final for this book yet, but once it is I’ll be posting it here.
There are macademia nut hershey’s kisses?
Hell Yea!
I love it when my friends bring me stuff from Hawaii.
I cut off my hair today. 12 inches.
And you know what?
I love it. Freaking LOVE IT!
I’ve had long hair for 7 years, and I’ve had enough.
And here it is (thought this is a bad picture taken with my webcam while I’m wearing PJs).
I am a guest blogger at Liquid Silver today. Come on over for tips on making alcholic mixes without harming your roommates or destroying your apartment…
