Monthly Archives: August 2010

You Need to Show ID for That?

I’ve been doing a massive makeover of my house. This isn’t the kind of thing you see on home building shows, with hot construction guys hammering nails and portly plumbers with their butts flashing. This is more DIY than that, and my tool of choice is spray paint.

Yep. Cans and cans of spray paint.

I guess a little confession is in order. I have a decorating style that is below yard sale or thrift store chic. A lot of what you find in my house is the result of dumpster diving. That’s right, I get stuff stuff from people’s trash, clean it up and call it mine. 

The only problem I have with these things… they don’t match.

This is where the spray paint comes into the picture, just in case anyone was confused about that.

It all started when I saw silver-painted furniture at a decorating store. *drool* It looked so nice.. so sleek and stylish and girly. One look at the price tag and I knew those pretties were not destined to grace my bedroom.

When I got home grabbed a can of spray paint I had left over from Halloween costumes, put my nightstand (a fine example of the overdone and garish 1970’s molded wood) on a set of sawhorses and started spraying. The result was beautiful. Instant love.

It didn’t take long for me to decide to hit all the mismatched furniture in my house. I kept spraying and spraying, and kept going back to the store to drop Three do a pop on paint.

Until it happened. Store security stopped by to review my paint purchase and asked to see my ID.

That’s right, I got carded for buying spray paint.

I was there, standing in the checkout with two cans of cherry red gloss, two leather brown and twp of caramel latte metallic, with some guy asking me what I was doing with all that paint.

Um… Painting?

It took about five minutes of discussing my projects to convince them my cans of paint were not a threat to public safety, but I was left with a lingering feeling of, “What the heck just happened.”

I’m still getting my house all pretty, still painting and still loving the results. I’m still getting carded periodically, too.

Have you been carded for anything strange?




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Fill In The Blank Friday

How would your main character(s) finish this sentence?

Never trust ___________.


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Working hard? Or hardly working?

Hard at work for me! I received some interest in my trilogy about Marines (Cause I’m original like that) and I’m working hard on completing book 1. I sent off the partial so we’ll see. It may not be their cuppa after all, but if it is, I’d like to have something more to show them.

Of course, writing while we travel up to the in laws will be difficult. But the good thing (and probably a curse, but I choose to look at it as a positive thing) is that they don’t have internet. Why is this a good thing?

Because in my hunt for agents, I find that my “refresh” button is worn to the nub. I need a nice, big step back from both email and the internet, and sometimes I feel like I don’t do that well. So this is a forced step. Hopefully it works out well for me.

Have a nice weekend everyone, and maybe I’ll be able to get on here again next Thursday to wish you all a good Labor day!


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I’m Baaack (and Ready)

I’m rusty, so forgive me.  These are the first new words I’ve written in what feels like forever.

A month ago I was more  concerned with  reading other  writers’ work and making excuses for why I wasn’t doing more with my own.  A routine trip to visit family ended in a rather nasty car wreck and gave me a swift kick in the a$$.

Though wearing my seatbelt, I was bounced around like a human pinball.  Once I realized I wasn’t going to die*, I could think of nothing else except what all I was missing.  My dominant hand injured, unable to wear my glasses — and even if I could, my eye wouldn’t open — I had  to move in with my sister, who had to take care of me like one of her children.  When I wasn’t sleeping, I had hours and hours to think about what I could be doing, and more importantly what I SHOULD be doing.

I wanted to edit.  I wanted to blog.  I really wanted to create new words.  I could do none of it.  I missed deadlines for two contests, didn’t blog (here or my personal blog) and missed registration for a conference.  I know a small part of that was my bad luck with that wreck, but the bigger culprit was lack of follow through on my part.  I could have done any of those things before I got on the road, but I put it off.

I’m not waiting anymore.  The wreck shook me up in more ways than one.  I know my road will be slow — my hand still isn’t fully functional (I still can’t  hold a pen and the typing is easily 60% slower), I still have other injuries that are healing, and the few times I’ve tried for new words, I’ve failed– but I’m going to keep pushing.

I’m ready.


*For the record, my injuries, while painful and still healing were not life threatening.  This was my first car wreck and the most severe I’ve ever been injured.


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Farewell Inez….Introducing Voirey Linger

It is that time. I have enjoyed my adventures here on Tales From the Crit but I am so swamped, something has to give. As you can tell, I have been sadly lacking lately so yeah, this is it. Don’t forget me. Swing by my site HERE or my other blog HERE and say hey!  I am also guest blogging all over cyber space.

I’m sure I will be back to guest blog at some point and you KNOW I will not leave my girls hanging. So I will be around. Be Good Critters… or at least have fun while being bad!

Y’all be good to my replacement, Voirey. She is bad enough, she needs all the help she can get.


Voirey Linger is the newest member of  Tales and author of Risking Eternity from Ellora’s cave. You can visit her website at

For two hundred years, Dominicus has lived in isolation, sentenced to take human souls to hell. But this night’s victim is unlike all the others. She tempts him. One kiss and she comes apart in his arms. One taste, and he can’t walk away.

But Maggie isn’t the only temptation he faces. Dominicus fights an attraction to Renatus, his best friend through the eons and a male with whom sex is forbidden. With her, he risks Hell, with him, losing the only piece of Heaven he has left.

Talking about myself has never been easy. The spotlight has never been a comfortable place for me. If I can distract you with kittens, I will.


When Inez told me I was taking her spot (This is the way things work with us. Inez is the boss of me.) and told me to keep the first post easy by just introducing myself, it made me wonder just how hard the rest of this blogging thing will prove to be.

I guess the best way to introduce myself is to talk about what I love; books.

I’ve always been a book-lover. My parents had to have a meeting with the principal so I could check out Misty of Chincoteague when I was in second grade. My school library said before third grade kids didn’t have the ability to handle chapter books. I still remember my disappointment when the librarian took the book away from me and directed me back to the picture book section.

My parents warned me that once I had this permission to access the older kids’ books, I had better not prove the librarian right. I didn’t need the warning. Checked out an average of 6 books a week for the remainder of my elementary school years, and didn’t slow down when I hit Junior High.

Then it happened. Something wonderful. Something divine. Something that would shape my entire career. Something my conservative mother still denies ever happened.

When I was about twelve I went in my mother’s room looking for something and spotted a book wedged between her nightstand and the bed. Assuming Mom’s book had fallen, I picked it up and was confronted by heaving bosoms and a dashing pirate. Definitely something shocking to find in my demure mother’s bedroom.

Of course I stole it.

I didn’t get to read much. It vanished from my room the next day. My mom didn’t call me out on taking it. That would require her to admit she had it in the first place. I didn’t ask her about it. That would mean admitting I took it. We just pretended the book had never been in the house and I never saw it again.

But it was too late. My entire concept of books had been changed.

It was another two years before I picked up another romance, but once I started, I couldn’t stop. I loved the strong and dominant men, the scantily-clad covers… and the sex. I really liked the sex.

It didn’t take long for me to go from reading the books to wanting to write the books. I asked for a typewriter for Christmas that year so I could get started on my new authorial career.

Unfortunately, and like so many other girls, I spent a lot of time hearing my efforts put down, first by my father, then later by my husband. It wasn’t until I had divorced, more than twenty years after I got that first typewriter, that I finally found support and encouragement.

The result of that encouragement is Risking Eternity.

Thanks, Inez.


Filed under Inez, misc., reading, Relax with a book!, Voirey, writing

Another week alone

I find I work best when my husband is gone. No worrying about if I’m splitting time with him enough, or trying to get his extra housework done (more laundry, more dishes, more cooking). It’s just easier all around.

And yet, I miss him.

What a Catch-22. Sigh.

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Today’s Forecast: Brainstorm

I do some of my best brainstorming while I’m driving.  I’ve filled in plot holes of various sizes as I taxied my children to and from school.  Developed character back stories on my way to the store.  Driving to visit relatives in another state, I’ve worked out the basic premise for stories.

When do you do your best brainstorming?


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