Sunday Post

I had another week from hell. And it *really* sucks to not be able to explain why--I'm such a loudmouth and it's killing me to only be able to bitch privately. Le sigh.

I gave my mum the book I just wrote (YA paranormal called Abandoned) to read 'cause I was really proud of it (a month later and I DON'T want to burn it). She just finished it and said it made her cry at the end. This is good because my mother never cries with books and occasionally jokes that she has no feelings. So yeah, that's probably the best thing a writer can hear--we love to make people cry. Er, yes, we're a little twisted. So?

I'm spending Valentine's Day with Alistair from Dragon Age. He hasn't bought me chocolate or anything, but I'm sure I can get him to put out one of these days... I've also decided that the only reliable men exist in fiction, so if you have a y chromosome, tread very carefully around me right now...

Here are a few links for you today:

* You want to follow Ann Aguirre on Twitter. She'll give out some Hell Fire ARCs (WANT!) when she hits 2K followers, but more importantly, she's a lovely person who saved my sanity with Dragon Age.

* Slush Pile Survival Workshop - A fellow editor and I are giving this workshop locally in two weeks and it's going to be loads of fun. There are still spots available, so if you're in the Durham Region, sign up!

* Kevin Smith was kicked off of an airplane for being too fat. Kate Harding has more over at Shapely Prose.

* Bitch Magazine posted their explanation of why it's not anti-feminist to use "douche bag" as an insult. And I love it--that's what I've been saying for ages.

* Speaking of douche bags, this NOT just in: John Mayer is one.

* A 12 yr old Saudi girl seeks divorce from her 80 yr old husband. I wish her luck.

* Clients from Hell - Designers post snippets of discussions with some horrible clients. It's funny 'cause it's true.

* Last year on the blog, I wrote about former TV crushes as an excuse to post pictures of hawt men. Once again, fictional boys FTW!

* I'm blonde again. It's easier to keep up than the red. This time it's dark blonde with light streaks (I have no pictures of the light streaks, though). Of course, I'm using a black and white pic 'cause all my fave evil ladies on Twitter have classy b/w pictures.

(look at that--I think I'm classy)

Beaker from The Muppets sings a ballad. Or tries. Beaker is my favourite.

And via friend Heather Petty...more Beaker!

Happy V-Day!