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Things I have done you probably haven’t

John Scalzi posted a second list of things he’s done that the rest of us probably haven’t, with a challenge to post our own lists there or elsewhere with a link. Angela Benedetti took up that challenge on her blog, thus providing me with another list of things that I A) haven’t done and B) really don’t want to do. (John was hit by a Pinto, Angie has con-related fiascos and a pet spider.)

captivemagic185I have, however, done something that John Scalzi possibly hasn’t, which is read Angela’s new book, Captive Magic, the third novel in the Sentinel universe, which is John’s loss, and yours too, if you don’t go get it.  Breck has a ton of trouble and the hots for  smart-ass Sentinel Manny, who might know something important for his quest. Good reading, and so are the other two novels in this series. (A Hidden Magic and Emerging Magic, both of which feature Paul and Rory, who have bit parts in this third book.) So, go get some books and outdo John Scalzi.

My list:

1) Played a concert at Carnegie Hall at 17.

2) And was rejected by the Eastman School of Music.

3)  Removed a drunk deer from the middle of the street before it got hit by a car.  (It had been dining on fermented windfall apples in my back yard, which made me the bartender and responsible, I suppose.)

4) Wrestled a skunk for a bag of marshmallows and won. Err, lost. There is a reason one is advised not to bring food into the tent on camping trips.

5) Locked myself out of a car while said vehicle was sitting in the center lane of a minor highway. And running.

6) Flew in a 1941 Stearman biplane at the Penn Yan Fly-in Breakfast.

7) Came this close to dying in a freak lemon meringue pie accident. I was not eating it at the time.

8) Did an unscheduled 70 foot free dive at Molokini Crater. I’d dropped my fish card.

9) Played backup for Tom T. Hall and an opera singer in the same day. I still find myself singing “Sneaky Snake,” but not Puccini.

10) Won enough money in Las Vegas to pay for a semester of college. I love roulette.

What have you done that most people probably haven’t?


To Oregon with Angela Benedetti

A Hidden MagicYou may recall from other squeeful posts that I adore Angela Benedetti as PMSing women love chocolate. Her books A Hidden Magic and Emerging Magic are my definitions of kick-ass urban fantasy. Why yes, I adore me some Rory and Paul.

I also adore me some Manny, who doesn’t have his own story (yet), but plays a mean secondary role here, and Angie’s been working hard on getting his story told. I’m ready to read.

EmergingMagic185So… I am on my way to Portland, OR, where I will be spending some time with Angie, in Lincoln City on the coast, taking a course with Dean Wesley Smith, who is a guru of publishing and writing and all. I expect Angie and I will learn many things about writing and publishing, plus having a hellagood time. I haven’t seen Angie in meatspace since GayRomLit in New Orleans, so she needs to be prepared to get glomped. (Yes, I bear a curious resemblance to a happy St. Bernard. Hope I don’t knock her all the way over.)

The trouble with getting from Denver to Portland is that it requires an airplane. While being a miracle of planet shrinkage, and way faster than Conestoga wagons, air travel has its own set of pitfalls. I’m prepared to sit in a flying pilchard tin for a couple of hours, but I kind of expect the trip to be a lot like this.

Good thing I have a Kindle filled with superior m/m adventures like Angie’s Sentinel series.

What I’ve been up to lately

frustrated young  woman.

For all those who wonder where the heck I’ve been, that picture should tell you everything. Fighting the good fight with Photoshop Elements and InDesign has eaten up quite a lot of my life, plus finishing up a novel that I can’t believe came out of my brain. I scare myself sometimes.

The computer programs have to be, if not mastered, than at least somewhat amenable to my control. It’s still iffy. I now have a really good pal named Lynda.com, with whom I have been spending every moment, watching tutorials and feeling like material is leaking out of my brain faster than I can learn it. Why, if I have just created a graphics frame, does it not have an X in it?

The hyper-absorption of computer programs is in preparation for a workshop I’m going to at the end of the week, along with Angie Benedetti. We’ll have lunch with Amelia C. Gormley on the way to the workshop. Two of my favorite authors in one place! Swoon!

Back to this pesky graphics frame. Expand, darn you! Expand!