Mel's Procrastination Palace

Wednesday, May 31, 2006 No, really, I'm still here....

Just wish I had something delicious to blog about. This month's been full of need-to's, have-to's and must-do's. The garage has basically been rebuilt and is now sided. Feels damn good to have that done--and it looks good too!

We rekindled a friendship with a couple we got to know several years ago. It's fun to hang out with other adults who act like kids, who HAVE a kid and we can do things as families. They've dealt with the same situation we have--the friends we have here want to go out partying or bar-hopping. We're old and settled and enjoy having our daughter with us. Now we know that gathering around a monopoly board can be a royal hoot!

I'm still trudging through WILD FORCES, which is the working title of my short story (I started thinking quickie length, but it's progressed into novella-land...). I hope to finish that this week. Still have "day job" homework to finish--and I need to get that done fast, so that's another reason this post might be the only thing keeping this blog from falling outta blogland and into the depths of abandoned blogs.

I hope you all have enjoyed your start to a summer, have made plans and that they all include having FUN. Cheers~
~Mel

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Thursday, May 18, 2006 Madness, in it's silliest form

Okay, I've hurt myself laughing the last few days. We've been having fun over at Jaci Burton's Paradise (yahoo group, you're welcome to join!!!!).... She, along with alot of other people, are at the Romantic Times convention in Daytona Beach, so several of us who were left behind have attempted to entertain.

Shannon's been playing guess the book by the limerick. She's damn good at it. :)
I pulled out an old favorite of mine--Mad Libs. I took a few paragraphs from a story (I did one from Jaci Burton's Rescue Me, one from my Believe the Magic and one from Shannon Stacey's Twice up a Roadtrip), took out vital words and had the members of the group give me a list of nouns, verb, adjectives, adverbs, etc. I plugged them in in the exact order, and wah-lah, a new, very interesting story.

Here's one I found incredibly funny. It's from Believe the Magic. I'm not going to specify which words are original and which were blindly input. It'll be more fun for you to figure it out. *snicker*

I woke up in my own bed. "Good God, was that really all a spleen?"It was. I wanted to pickle. Instead, I felt the tutu behind my heel. Big headache time. I rolled over and roasted my litterbox.

I connected with weiner.

"Hey now, I haven't eviscerated you all night."Quentin. And he was in my bed. Without a Twinkie, I might add. Looking turgid. Much too good. It was one of those moments I didn'tknow whether to jerk, smoke, manipulate or look under the covers to see what I was wearing and then decide.

I forced myself not to think about the fact I might have missed inflated sex with the hottest guy to every say Yo! to me. I went with asking him the truth outright. "What are you doing in my bed?"

"Masterbating. It was me or Sam. Sam didn't want to be considered a inflamed old man. Plus I was more willing to accept a erection lasting more than four hours in the morning."

"Guess my aim was a little low."

"Yeah, we established how dimpled it was yesterday."

Yesterday. Oh God, it was real. The necklace, the junkyard, the horny pigeons. Disneyland? Yes, that had to be too. And thegathering of the odd.

"Having those pinch me thoughts?"

"Did you?" I corked up at him, the intimacy of waking up next to him softening the puffy, almost childish banter we normally used to scrub.

"Four days of denial."

"Great. Something to look forward to."How'd he get the salami of looking so limp in the morning? The shadow along his square nipple emphasized his raw nature. His lip was wild, but that wasn't uncharacteristic. And his eyes were true periwinkle.

"Quit banging at me already."

"Never imagined to marry to a man in my bed without having a soggy
time the night before."

*snicker* *snort*.... okay, my sense of humor is a big demented, but hey, laughter is good!

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Friday, May 12, 2006

Grand Reopening Celebration!Now through Sunday evening, ALL ebooks are 10% Off to celebrate the launching of the new and improved shopping cart!

Check out http://www.mybookstoreandmore.com for my recent release, BELIEVE THE MAGIC~ and lots of other kick ass books published by Samhain publishing (http://www.samhainpublishing.com)

Here's a snipped of Believe the Magic:

“Why, Quentin. Why are you on his side?”
“Can’t you feel the power?” Quentin’s green eyes flared bright for a moment, startling me. “This place is magic in and of itself. Bergestein isn’t all bad. His ideas aren’t the cultish, fanatical, rule-the-world schemes at all. Done right, it could lead us to a controlled, peaceful way of life.”
“Done correctly,” I repeated, wanting to spit on the idea of control.
“And that’s where I come in. I can’t prevent him from taking over. It’s inevitable. He’s willing to kill anyone who has an original gem. He has nine now. There’s just one remaining. One.”
I swallowed and gazed over his shoulder. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to continue to prove to Mr. B. that I want to help him, stand beside him and ease the load of responsibility. I can be at peace by gaining some control.”
“That sounds noble, but what about the island? What about the natural scope of things? This place, you, me—I just bet we’re all simply figments of our imagination at this point. I don’t know what’s real and what isn’t anymore. He’s creating illusions.”
“And isn’t the idea of living in a world you can control so much better than facing the polluted life of a nobody the world just pushes around? Do you really want to rejoin the rat race of those millions of people out there who’ll never believe magic is possible? What kind of life is that?”
“A real one.” I stomped. How could he say this, believe this?
“Reality bites.”
I didn’t want to even think it, but I did. He was right. Reality, for me anyway, was no bed of roses. I stood there for a minute, looking down at the set jaw and sparkling eyes. The memory of Winzey’s voice echoed in my ear, “Bad.”
Oh, he wasn’t bad. He was good. Very, very good.
The bright green of his stare darkened to a forest shade and his eyelids slid part way closed. He reached up his hand and pulled me onto his lap. It was like coming home.
I could have resisted a kiss. But he didn’t offer me one. Instead he folded me against his fishermen’s sweater and rested his forehead against my shoulder.
That’s all it took. If I’d have dared look, I probably would have seen my heart scurry across our intertwined arms and leap fearlessly into his chest.
“Why did you leave me?” His voice sounded the part of a deserted lover.
I opened my mouth, but closed it again. A half-truth really wasn’t a lie, it was it? “I was scared,” I finally relented. That was the truth.
“Of me? I was trying to protect you.”
“I’m still scared of you.”
He tugged me away from his chest and framed my face with his hands. “One thing I wouldn’t do is hurt you.”
I shook my head. “There’s too much going on. Too much I don’t know. It’s not a clear good versus bad out there, is it?”
“No.” He chewed his lip. “It isn’t.”
“And you’re somewhere in the gray.”
I had to smile when his eyebrows turned downward.
My heart melted. “You look the villain when you frown like that.” I tried to mimic his expression.
He laughed and pulled me close. I turned my head at the last minute to avoid the kiss.
“Why?” His voice tickled my cheek and sent a shock wave of awareness through my entire body. That was why. He could turn me into putty with a touch.
“I want to stay in control. The last thing I need to do is complicate this with sex.”
“For a minute there I wondered if you’d gotten over me that quickly.”

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Saturday, May 06, 2006 Yummies!

Co-worker babbled this recipe off and tonight, being too lazy to drive anywhere but having a total sweet tooth attack, I dug through the fridge and found enough ingredients to make it a reality.

1- can standard biscuits
cup or so of melted butter
cup or so of equal parts cinnamon and sugar

Quarter biscuits and roll them into balls.
Dip in melted butter then roll in the cinnamon sugar
put on cookie sheet and put in oven
Bake at temp as suggested on biscuit can, but cut time in half.

note: the only issue I had was that I let them cool all the way and they "stuck" to the cookie sheet. Best to get them up before the melted sugar cools. :)

My husband and I just ate a can of biscuits. *insert really wiggy eyebrowed smiley*
We've been working on siding the garage all day, we figure we deserve it!

Happy weekend and enjoy.

~Mel
http://www.melaniblazer.com
Believe the Magic- out now at Samhain Publishing

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Monday, May 01, 2006 When Characters Speak

Normally, when the characters start talking I've finally hit the point where they're totally three dimensional to me and I see them as people rather than puppets whose strings I control.
However, in the current book--the one I *gritted teeth* was trying to write as a quickie, the characters have done more than speak, they've taken over.

Carter: I want to spank her. Men like to do that, women like it when we do it.

Me: This isn't a BSDMSMSBDM whatever that is, book. It's a werewolf book. Duh, you're not spanking her.

Carter: But look at that ass, it's just begging--

Me: Will you two get it ON already, you're spending chapters in freaking foreplay. Can we go for orgasm yet?

Carter: Jaci's right, you're a freaking plot whore.

Me: Well, because of you, the bitches are once again laughing and calling me a word whore. If it weren't for your inability to keep your animal-self under control, I'd be done with this book by now, rather than just past midway. I'm not a plot whore, but dallying in this bedroom isn't getting this book done, mister. Can we stay on course for novella and not have to drift into category territory if we can help it? Insert Tab A into slot B and be done already. I've got to work in SOME plot between the hoochie-coochy.

Carter: Hey, I spent years in the military, forgive ME for being horny. Besides, I notice you aren't EVEN asking Erica her side of the story. If I remember correctly, SHE was the one who started THIS round of sex.

Me: No, it's not her turn for POV. Besides, she's a bit freaked out by your metamophosis in her hallway and is trying not to think about you suddenly sprouting fur while banging her.

Carter: You're crude. Get out of the bedroom and let me be. And yes. I'm spanking her. Bye.

*door slams*
Hmrph.

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