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And Now For Something Completely Different

I know I’ve been talking about my book a lot lately, so I’d like to change the subject to something very near and dear to my heart: the weather.

Because damn, it’s cold.

I am not a cold weather person. I’m a tank top, capri pants, flip flop loving, summer loving, outside loving sun worshipper. In other words–I like it hot. I might bitch and moan in August when it’s over 100 degrees and the sweat is pouring down my back, but you will never hear me utter the words–I can’t wait for winter. I might wish for fall and for the brutal heat to give me a break, but I will never wish for winter.

I hate winter. I hate being cold. I hate being unable to get warm. I don’t like being dressed in four layers of clothing. I loathe when my hands and feet get so cold that I have to wear gloves and my Ugg boots in the house just to get my brain cells to cooperate so I can write. (Hey, my brain cells shut down when I’m cold…doesn’t everyone’s?).

This week we had a couple inches of snow. That’s good enough for me. I grew up in the midwest (Missouri), so I do like four seasons. I like spring, when the rain spells renewal and everything bursts with growth. I love summer (obviously). I love fall when all the trees change color. Winter…bleh. That can hurry the hell up and move on out. It’s 7 degrees this morning with a wind chill of 7 below, and we’re in Oklahoma. This is the south, people. I don’t know how y’all up north deal with it.

Biker Dude and I have often talked about moving to the southeast, like Florida. We like the beach and the ocean. It’s our favorite place. But this is home and in a few years our house will be paid off, so home is where we’ll stay. Even if there is winter here.

Then again, did I mention it’s 7 degrees today? Yeah, Florida is looking pretty damn good right now.

So do you love winter or could you live without it? What’s your favorite season?


Unraveled 72 WEB

Mitch: What are we doing here?

Greta: (whispering) She’s adding and cutting scenes.

Mitch: Why?

Greta: Cuz her editor said so.

Mitch: Why?

Greta: Cuz she said so! God, are you dense?

Mitch: Hey, I was just asking. I thought our book turned out great.

Jaci: *grumblesnifflesneezebitchmoanwhine* Just shut up and do what I tell you to do.

Greta: See, I told you she was cranky today. She’s sick.

Mitch: *recoils in horror*.  She’s editing us while she’s sick and bitchy?

Jaci: I freakin heard that, Mitch. I can edit out some sex scenes if you don’t behave.

Greta: *elbowing Mitch in the ribs*. Nice going, moron. Now she’s going to take our sex away.

Mitch: No she’s not. She loves the sex scenes. *hands Jaci tea and tissues and whispers in her ear…..* As long as you’re editing, I had this great idea for another sex scene. Greta and me on my yacht in the ocean, full moon, we have champagne. Strawberries. Chocolate sauce….

Jaci: Ugh! *glares and sneezes on Mitch*

Greta: Moonlight nights? Strawberries and chocolate? Gag me. What have you been reading?

Mitch: What’s wrong with that scene?

Greta: Damn good thing you’re not the writer.

Jaci: I’m TRYING to work here, you idiots.

Mitch: Damn, you’re irritable, woman. You need a nap.

Jaci: Mitch, I am so going to kill you off in this book…..

Greta: *gasp* Oh come on. He’s my man. I didn’t go through all the hell in this book to have you slice and dice him in edits.

Jaci: And you’re next, Greta. *sneezes*

Greta: This is all her editor’s fault *pout*


(If certain annoying characters survive edits, UNRAVELED will release from Samhain on Dec 23rd).

Holy Crap!

It’s been one of those weeks. Crisis central, book deadlines looming, and struggling to get galleys done too.

Well, galleys are done. Finished those up this morning. Thank. God. One project off my list.

I’m behind on my book writing. Had to stop on Monday to do some research. Research=fun, but also time consuming. Then we hit a major crises so that took care of yesterday. Bleh. I have to write. But the book isn’t going to be finished this week like I thought. 😥 Fortunately I have some built in padding to those drop dead deadlines, and the book I’m going to be working on during the month of April will be a piece of cake (so she thinks :giggle: )

Do you ever have one of those weeks where the shit just hits the fan?

Send chocolate. Ship sinking. Help! :chair: