Saturday, June 19, 2010

Funny Update:

My Gigolo is up for Book of the Week over at Whipped Cream!

Every week, they put their 4.5 and 5 cherry reviews up to recognize both the book and the review. Voting is open Saturday and Sunday here.

Stop by and give a little clicky-clicky? Sweet!

Friday, June 18, 2010

Squiffy Update:

I really hate to displace such an awesome review-type blog entry with one so lame (or so soon), but hey. Gotta blog when the urge takes me, right?

So I couldn't sleep last night. Usually, when I say I couldn't sleep, I mean I tossed and turned all night but probably managed to snatch an hour or two here and there, though I never went deeply asleep and felt very much awake all night.

But last night? Nope. No sleep. I didn't hit the sack until about 5:00 AM -- gotta stop this working evenings/nights thing -- and by 6:30, I was pretty convinced that I wasn't getting any sleepier. I knew I wasn't sleepy -- tired, yes; sleepy, not so much -- when I hit the sack (which is why I was so late, anyway), but I thought maybe resting my eyes would....

But no. And this isn't the first time. It seems like, lately, about once a week, I just can't sleep. I don't get the droopy-eyes. I don't feel like I'm gonna fall asleep on my feet if I don't go to bed, and so when I do finally hit the ol' mattress, I just lay there. Turn to one side. Turn to the other side. Lay on my back. Lay on my stomach. Try the first side again.

Think about what I might wear for Halloween this year.

Think about how much of Sokka's personality they demolished to "ground" him in the upcoming The Last Airbender movie, though the graphics in the trailers look lifted right outta the anime. Seriously, the guy gets an arc in the series. He goes from "the meat and sarcasm guy" to the efficient, daring, brilliant leader of a three-nation army (okay, one of the nations is only one person, but hey) that cuts a swath through the Fire Nation. Don't take that from him, M. Night. I'm seriously.

And, my personal favorite, how they're gonna pull off the Deadpool movie. No offense to the Green Lantern, but seriously. I hope they get it done and out of the way ASAP because I want Ryan Reynolds in red-n-black like yesterday. I can't wait to see him crazy-smack-talkin, arguing with his yellow and Courier-font boxes, breaking the fourth wall, kicking ass without bothering to get names, chugging Yoo-Hoo and worshiping at the altar of Bea Arthur.

I. Cannot. WAIT.

And it darn well better be R-rated. Seriously. If they can't get the R, they really oughtta not bother. This is a character that can regenerate his head when it gets blown off. Notice I said "when", not "if". His head has been blown off. In detail. In full color on full-page panels. Several times.

Rated R. I'm just sayin.

And then the birds start chirping and I decide that sleep has yet again abandoned me, and it's goodbye pillow, hello Microsoft Word.

Maybe it's not such a bad thing. I have a lot of steampunk to catch up on. Heheh. I also have a little urban fantasy I still want to cross off my To-Write list. And there's always the dark sci fi and the morbid zombie YA and the nifty haunted house story waaaaay down the pipeline and and and....

So yeah. Maybe instead of displacing my beloved sister's review, I oughtta be doing any one of those things, or any one of a hundred million things that don't require my computer at all. I got lots of those, too.

But seriously. Deadpool. The sooner, the crazier, the better.

God, I wish I had more comics. I'm dyin here!

Monday, June 14, 2010

Dear Charlie:

Eeee! I just got a stellar review from Fern over at Whipped Cream Reviews.

5 stars, baby! Okay, 5 cherries, but hey. Either way, it's sweet!

"My Gigolo: The Care and Feeding of a Male Prostitute is a story that delivers on the heat, the laughs, and the heart (with a title such as this, you have to know there is a notable amount of humor in the work). It’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed reading a book this much, and I can honestly say that when I finished I found myself reading over portions that made me giggle, squirm, and fawn over the pages like a lovelorn teenager."

Does it get any better than that? Entertainment is my goal!

Thanks so much for reading, guys, and thanks even more for enjoying. Seriously, if I can crack you up even once, I feel I've done my duty for the day. Whee!

And what better way to celebrate a good review than to give one back? It's the law of the universe, man.

So, my friends, here is to my beloved sister's newest release, The Bloodgate Guardian, available from Carina Press.


If you clicked the link, you'll have the summary, but here's my take on it.

Dr. Jaid Merritt has spent her life chasing her father's approval, but there's one thing she absolutely will not do, even for him: go on a dig. Dubbed "the Un-Indiana Jones" by her students and recently betrayed by the one man she's allowed close enough to possibly hurt her, Jaid would rather spend the rest of her life with her head in a codex than in the jungle.

Of course, that's exactly where she has to go when her father falls through one of the Bloodgates she accidentally helped open.

Enter Ruin, an ancient Maya warrior-priest who guards the Bloodgates as a punishment for long-buried crimes against the gods and the natural order. He holds himself more responsible than his vanished people ever could, but he has a whole new set of unfortunate decisions to make when Jaid stumbles into his world and turns it upside down. With a portal to Xibalba (Hell, for us yokels) open and demons running amok, he'll have to choose between what his head knows and what his heart feels.


Okay, that's about as non-spoilery as I can get. Honestly, I could talk about this book all year. Sure, it's a romance, and the romance is taut and heart-rending and as steamy as the jungles it inhabits, but the setting!

Joely steeps the story in a culture that has long fascinated treasure hunters and archaeologists alike. It truly feels like the Maya world is just out of reach, just beyond some thin membrane of time that could be pierced with the slightest touch, spilling all of that history and ceremony and architecture and...and culture right into our own world.

The descriptions and details are like a thick, frothy mocha capucchino made with heavy whipping cream and Spanish monk chocolate and the deepest, darkest roasted coffee beans in the world. It's an embarrassment of riches, though there's nothing embarrassing about my drinking deep of it.

Jaid is so very human. She's not a kick-ass, gun-toting, grenade-tossing sheila with tight leather pants and a black corset. She's a rather bookish, sometimes timid everywoman who looks deep inside herself to determine what's more important to her -- her father's life or her own bleak, tragic past.

And Ruin... ah, Ruin. What can I say about him? He is tortured, not only by his seemingly eternal punishment but by his own sense of failure. To have used his gifts against his own beliefs... and to still not have what he risked everything for? To live with that guilt and self-loathing for so many centuries? To have died so many times without ever being able to rest?

Joely always puts her characters -- and her readers! -- through an emotional wringer, but these two take the bitter cake and frost it over with remorse icing. They're both so scarred emotionally before they ever meet that it seems impossible for them to ever come to any kind of safe harbor. And yet, that very struggle makes their story so much more poignant.

This book isn't a page-turner. It's a page-devourer. The demons and their hell are chilling. The sense of danger surrounding the hero and heroine is suffocating. And yet, in all of that darkness, there is a light. And that light is always Joely's gift to her readers. It shines in all weather, and it cannot be quenched, though her characters sometimes lose sight of it.

So thank you, beloved sister, for yet another glimpse of that light. I've read this book through its several iterations, and every time, I was unable to put it down. Even if I just wanted to check a certain phrasing that stuck with me or to read a single paragraph that I remembered being particularly chilling or uplifting, I found myself sucked back in.

I'm so proud of the finished product. I'm so proud of you. This book is a triumph on so many levels, and I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it even half as much as I have.

Now...go buy it! I'm seriously!

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

Dear Charlie:

Whew! I've been a busy Geeb.

However, not in the usual ways. Oh, work, of course. And helping over at the theater, though I didn't do nearly as much set-painting as last time.

In fact, I just kinda like going over there. The rehearsals for The Importance of Being Ernest are hilarious, and I'm having a ball just being there. Unfortunately, I also feel superfluous, so I probably oughtta just wait for the actual show. Darn it.

Heh.

Anyway, just been running here and there. And writing, of course. Oh, the writing. Sometimes on what I'm supposed to be writing on, sometimes on other stuff, the words have been a-flowing. Yikes.

But I'm not complaining. I love it when the words come in a torrent. When it's almost like taking dictation. When I don't have to struggle with my sentence structure because it's just pouring out of me. That kind of thing. I love it.

Bring it on.

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Dear Charlie:

Remember this post about villainous weather? Well, it's back again. I'm typing this up quickly because I think I'll turn off my computer and unplug the modem before too much longer. It's like a strobe light out there.

But yeah, driving home after work tonight was...fascinating. I stopped to get gas, and everyone (including me) was staring up at the sky with both awe and foreboding. Bad weather, man.

We're in for a doozy.