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Twitter Weekly Updates for 2011-02-27
  • Love when members of my writing group get good news. Inspires me to do more and be better. Plus they are awesome and deserve good news. #
  • Interesting post about YA and darkness. RT @janetgurtler Read or write YA? You should read this post. #
  • My thoughts are going out to #christchurch and those with family and friends there. #
  • Love this, though I also think it means do your research. RT @StaciaKane I blogged today. Write What You Know: #
  • Kinda love what I've seen of this blog. #
  • Shitty House. RT @Ragnell House votes to eliminate funding for public broadcasting. WHY SAVE PBS? Infographic: #
  • This book is amazing. You totally want it, I promise. RT @kehealey Get your hands on a copy of The Shattering! #
  • Werewolves are my fave, but I love vamps too. RT @NicolePeeler Blog post: In Defense of the Vampire #
  • @Norilana I am thrilled there are more supernatural Jane Austen books by you for me to read! That was an excellent surprise. in reply to Norilana #
  • Must remember to discuss new laptop purchase with Tech Guru because I will need to do it soon. Poor old laptop, I worked it hard. #
  • So true. RT @NicolePeeler @mariecarlson I think there's room in all our hearts for both vamps and weres. 😉 #
  • I want to hear too. RT @elizareeve @TamarBatAvraham Disagree on the usefulness front almost totally, I gott… (cont) #
  • This sounds like a lot of fun. RT @ceciliatan Blog entry Call for submissions: Magic University anthology: #
  • Excite! RT @kehealey GUARDIAN OF THE DEAD is a NZ Post Children's Book Awards finalist. EXCITE. #
  • Thank you! I will read it tonight. RT @elizareeve @mariecarlson I'll forward you the email I wrote to Tamar. :) #
  • Along with a new laptop, I will need to buy a car with good gas mileage. Suggestions? I've only driven SUVs and motorcycles. #
  • This. RT @sesmithwrites @KateHarding I like small homes built from recycled material, but sans -isms, preferably. Gypsy junker? Really? #
  • @chr0me I do not normally follow actors on Twitter, but for her I will make an exception. in reply to chr0me #

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Twitter Weekly Updates for 2011-02-20

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Writing…Excerpt from WEREWOLVES IN LOVE for Lupercalia

In honor of Lupercalia, here is an excerpt from WEREWOLVES IN LOVE, a work in progress about werewolves in love (and the various ways that werewolves love). (Clever working title, innit?)

At this point, the main character has only recently been bitten and is still learning about her new abilities. Neither sex nor interacting with humans has been forbidden to her, but she was warned by the female alpha wolf to be careful, because she’s a whole new woman in a whole new world now.

No sex in this excerpt, just how hard a first time meeting can hit a werewolf.

The garage itself was perpendicular to the office and the big bay doors opened off the side street. Gravel crunched beneath her trainers as she walked around the side of the building; stones twisted and she corrected her balance without conscious thought.

She took a deep breath to calm her temper and then another, testing her senses. There was oil, fresh from whatever cars where inside the garage and older, embedded in the ground, in the rocks and the dirt. There was the sharp bite of gasoline and hot metal which set her teeth on edge.

There was the tang of sweat, of hot skin and warm blood; her tongue curled.

Someone was working in the garage. She heard steady breathing and the faint scrape of cloth on metal.

The far bay door was open and she angled toward it. There weren’t many lights on inside, which must make it difficult for the mechanics to see what they were doing. She stopped just outside the door, still caught in the sunlight, and cleared her throat.

No response, but she could hear a heartbeat.


The car in the next bay over was hoisted into the air but the one directly in front of her was still on the ground. From underneath it came the groan of metal, then the scrape of it across concrete and a man on a creeper rolled out from under the car and his scent washed over her fully, no longer masked.


Her mouth went dry; she licked her lips, but her tongue felt like sandpaper. She couldn’t stop staring. She didn’t want to stop staring, because damn. He sat up, draped his arms over his knees, and watched her right back. His arms were bare and thick tattoos curled around his biceps. The black ink contrasted nicely with his smooth brown skin and though she didn’t recognize any of the designs, the twisting lines seemed detailed.

He grinned and her gaze dropped to his mouth. He had full lips and stubble along his jaw. She wanted to put her tongue to his skin, to bite at the corner of his throat, to make him bleed.

She caught herself before she took another involuntary step forward.

“Can I help you?” he asked. He growled. His voice was low and dark, gravel on the edges. Rough. It made her twitch, covered her skin with goose bumps and chills. She calculated quickly; five big steps to reach him, two if she ran, and probably she could hit him from here if she leaped. He was hunched forward, protecting his vulnerable belly and throat, but if she put her hands on his shoulders and shoved, she would lay him flat, open him to her cunt and her mouth and her teeth – she could fuck and bite and rip and tear –

She moved again without realizing it and he hauled himself to his feet. He was big, much bigger than she was, probably six and a half feet tall, maybe more, and wide at his shoulders and hips.

Didn’t matter. She could take him. Even if she was a lone wolf.

Twitter Weekly Updates for 2011-02-13
  • #ebz There are many ladies of negotiable virtue in Fallen London, but Sinning Jenny is certainly the m… #
  • #ebz In December, enterprising urchins sell bags of snow in Big King Square, even as the stuff lies in… #
  • This phantom Flex high speed digital cinema camera video is awesome. Water! Broken glass! I want one! #
  • I'm leery of most Jane Austen mashups, but I really loved MANSFIELD PARK AND MUMMIES. High hopes for the others by Vera Nazarian. #ufchat #
  • Here's a list of upcoming mashups by Vera Nazarian: #ufchat #
  • I have issues with dudes "rewriting" women authors. As if there aren't tons of dude "classic lit" already. #ufchat #
  • @uf_chat She really is good. I was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked MANSFIELD PARK AND MUMMIES. I'm not even a big Austen fan. #

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Contests…Win a Copy of DARKLANDS: A VAMPIRE’S TALE by Donna Burgess

Alas, I do not have any books to give away right now, but I do have a link to where you can win a free book.

Over at JoJosBookCorner, Donna Burgess is on blog tour for DARKLANDS: A VAMPIRE’S TALE. The book sounds really intriguing, and Donna gives some advice on writing which I really enjoyed, except for one part. She basically said not to show your early books to your family and friends because they wouldn’t provide the kind of feedback you need, and I deeply disagree with that part. Here’s the comment I left there:

I really love your writing advice, Donna, except for the part about not sharing your writing with your family and friends. I know this will vary, obviously, but my sisters are some of my earliest readers for feedback on plot and characterization and my parents provide general cheerleading. (Plus my dad is one of my subject matter experts.) Some of my closest friends are members of my writing and critique group. (Though part of why we’re so close is how much time we spend interacting through the group.) My writing would be so much worse, and the process much more stressful, if I didn’t have their input and encouragement. Having my friends and family involved helps make it quite an adventure.

I love seeing different people’s processes, though, for just this reason. We all go about things in such varied ways.

So what do you guys think? Do your families and close friends get to read your work in drafts?