Blogging at Turtleduck Press
That’s right here: Multi-Tasking and Time Travel I’m fond of today’s post.
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May 2011
Strreeetttch
I’m writing a romance story. Those of you who know me can pick your jaw up now. You may have noticed I’m not big on romance as a genre. I had a scarring experience as a teen with 1970s era Harlequins. And I’m easily annoyed by sentiment. Those women who watch romantic comedies? Not me.
Ask Eve: Random
re: Your book isn’t out yet. Eve: “Who do you think tossed the kid in front of her? Then shoved Rafe in the line of fire? … Just the luck of the draw.” So you’re saying that you’re AFRAID to have your book published? Sooner the books out, sooner I have to start killing people,
Ask Eve: Life Choices
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International Day Against Homophobia
How did this sneak up on me? You’d think at least one of my twitter-friends or the newsletters I get would have mentioned it… Anyway. Because it did sneak up on me, I have nothing prepared. I’d love to come up with an eloquent and impassioned plea that would soften the hearts of the most
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Night Fears
My kid is afraid to sleep when she doesn’t feel well. She’s afraid she won’t wake up. Since we spent the evening re-arranging the living room and encountered a lost tribe of dustbunnies that had us both sneezing our heads off, this was a particular issue last night. She makes traps, too. Any ball of
Therapy
Not sure I can edit tonight. I might need to write Eve killing someone. No, I can’t even concentrate that much. My muses are running through bloody scenarios, but I can’t actually write yet. BRB, plotting (fictional) bloody murder…hey. It’s therapeutic.