Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Next Hero

I feel like I should write something inspiring and exciting. Maybe I should pretend to have been arrested for streaking? Or involved in a drugs bust? Unfortunately not. Nothing exciting is happening to me right now :) I'm 30 pages and 1 day from the end of the February deadline I set myself to finish this book. Assuming the house doesn't burn down or we have to rush off to surgery, it's an easy target--I might even start outlining my next book.

Of course I do have to choose the inspiration for my next hero. Gotta be tall, dark and handsome.

I like Eddie Cahill, but I can't picture him without the NY accent and my guy is very British. This is Colin's brother for goodness sake. Actually he's got two brothers next in line.

I don't care for Jude Law or Ralph Fiennes.

Ewan, Orlando & Robert Carlisle just aren't right. Hugh Laurie is too old. I think there might only be one man for the job. Another hero of mine--Clive Owen. What do you think? And for the other brother, Gerard Butler.


Tuesday, February 27, 2007

We Still Have Snow

Friends and relatives keep asking if we have snow. Yes, we have snow. We've had snow since mid-October, except for about a week when it melted. It generally doesn't go anywhere because the temperature rarely rises about zero.

DH and I worked out yesterday clearing the deck LOL.

Todays' forecast is for 'periods of snow'

We have snow. I'm moaning now, but just wait until the melt 8)

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Yikes--I just did a MySpace page. Haven't got a Scooby what to do with it LOL.

If you want a peek the link is
Come be my friend!!

PS. Almost forgot :) I blogged on Killer Passion today, something about horror movies and me being a wimp :)

Saturday, February 24, 2007


What am I reading? With a TBR pile teetering at @$# (hush, DH might be reading) and library books stacking up, just what am I reading?


I'm rereading the beautifully written Warprize and Warsworn with two of my all time favourite fictional characters, the Warlord, Keir, and the Warprize, Lara. Seriously who'd have thought leather and chainmail, blood and plague would be quite so attractive? The third installment of this fantastic fantasy romantic trilogy comes out in March and I expect to be unavailable for comment during that time :)

Friday, February 23, 2007

Prince Harry

Prince Harry is to commence his first tour of duty in Iraq. In fact he said if he was left behind when the Household Cavalry were sent into Iraq he'd resign his commission.

Brave man.

The BBC had an interesting article on this, (link), pointing out the tradition of the British Royal family serving in the military and also the fact none of the current British government has a child over there. It is an interesting consideration.

Personally, I am very proud of the British troops. My dad was a paratrooper, my grandads and granny all served during WWII, not to mention various other relatives I never met because they fought and died. Some wars are just, most are a waste. History will define this current conflict, but at least we've learned not to take the mistakes out on our soldiers.

And I think Harry is right to go, even if he is third in line to the throne. What message would it send otherwise? How could he ever feel like a real soldier/man if he hid behind his royal status and pen pushed for Britain?

I've been thinking recently about what makes a fictional hero, 'heroic'. One thing is being prepared to face a challenge, to face danger. To be brave. I figure, given a few years, Harry will have all the characteristics to make a great fictional hero.

Here's hoping there is peace in the region soon and every parent can see their children safely home.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Fishy things

Sorry I have been quiet :) Busy week here. I'm working on my second draft and reading craft books, plus we've been setting up a fish aquaria for DD's birthday. We just got fish today, but they were camera shy--except for this lyretail sword who looks pretty much like a goldfish to me.

It has only taken two marine biologists fifteen years together to finally get a home aquaria. I mean we've had fish. Atlantic salmon, sockeye salmon, sturgeon, sculpin, dogfish, skates, trout, catfish, eels--hundreds of them, but that was work.

This is fun :)

PS. And Happy Birthday to my God son Ross too.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Egg Addict

Well I spent the day catching up with some website updates.

I updated my bookshelf page with the wips here

And posted an excerpt of Blade Hunter here

And now I'm going to buy some food so I don't have a creme egg for breakfast 3 days in a row :) What can I say, I'm an addict :)

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Stolen from Meretta

Contemporary, Historical, or Paranormal? Historical and contemporary. The only paranormal I read (generally) is my excellent CP Kendra Clark.

Hardback or Trade Paperback or Mass Market Paperback? Anything.

Heyer or Austen? I've read more Heyer, but it was so long ago I couldn't say who I prefer.

Amazon or Brick and Mortar? I'm totally easy.

Barnes & Noble or Borders? Chapters in Canada & MacNally Robinson.

Woodiwiss or Lindsay? Woodiwiss. Transformed my life :)

First romance novel you ever remember reading? Sonora Sunset--some Harlequin Romance when I was a teenager.

Alphabetize by author Alphabetize by title or random? Arranged by author in vague, unorganized piles.

Keep, Throw Away or Sell? Keep until DH prizes them out of my grasping little fingers.

Read with dustjacket or remove it? Remove.

Sookie Stackhouse or Anita Blake? I've read Anita Blake. She's OK.

Stop reading when tired or at chapter breaks? Tired. Or interrupted.

It was a dark and stormy night or Once upon a time? Dark and stormy night.

Crusie or SEP? That's like asking do you prefer your mom or your dad?

Buy or Borrow? & Beg and steal--that about covers it.

Buying choice: What does that mean?

Tidy ending or Cliffhanger? I like tidy endings with the option of a sequel :)

Morning reading, Afternoon reading or Nighttime reading? Bedtime. But only because that's my window :)

Series or standalone? Both

Do you Audio? Not really. The kids are always in the car.

Favorite book of which nobody else has heard? Shadowy Horses, Susannah Kearsley.

Monday, February 19, 2007

First draft done

Finished first draft of my wip. It's a little short on the word count but that's how I tend to work. Then I build up the scenes with flesh and skin on the bare bones and pull out passive sentences and add more senses. The final pass through works on the opening and closing hooks of each chapter and scene.

Feeling pretty happy. Think I might change my plans about what to write next and write about my hero's brother.

47,170 words.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

My husband was a God in the bedroom--and the bathroom, and the playroom, and the lounge, and the study, and the kitchen and basically all over the house...wanna guess what he did to make me happy?

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Sorry for the boring posts on my progress. This is more for my personal record than blog entertainment, hope you are having a lovely week :) I take my goals pretty seriously and if I can make 50 pages by tomorrow night I'll be hugging and kissing you all.

Cyber hugs and kisses only, don't get too excited :)


7 pages (total 40 pages this week)
43,849/50,000 words

Friday, February 16, 2007

10 pages (total 33 pages so far this week)
42,170/50,000 words


I am not really very good at North American traditions yet. The whole write a Valentine card for everyone in your class business just didn't happen when I was a kid. Instead, Valentines was reserved for people who fancied each other, or lovers, and was always a day of dread.

Was it better to get a card and have to fend off the advances of someone you really didn't fancy, or not to get a card at all and feel unloved and unworthy?

Never did figure that one out :/

So I thought it would be easier over here. I spent several hours cutting out and colouring in hearts for DD who made her own Valentines. She gave out her cards, but got very upset as three of the boys laughed at her for handing them out (these three boys were the only ones who hadn't brought any cards in, but DD was up first and therefore bore the brunt of the mean responses before the teacher could step in).

I eventually managed to explain to DD that little boys just aren't into 'it' in the same way most girls are. However, I think DH was less tolerant. One of the little boy's mothers got stuck in a snow bank trying to pass our car this morning. After one aborted attempt to help, DH said, 'Sorry I've got to go to work' and left her there. Stuck in a snow bank. My hubby. Who'd help anyone, anywhere, left a woman in minus 34C temps, stuck in a snow bank.

I can't wait until DD is a teenager :)

Wednesday, February 14, 2007



10 pages.
39478/50,000 words

Memorial to Firefighters

Last week Winnipeg lost two veteran firefighters in a house fire. Today is their memorial service. Capt Harold Lassard and Capt Tom Nichols. It somehow seems fitting to have the memorial today--Valentines Day--for these brave souls.

How do you say thank you to people in the fire service? How do you thank people who will risk their lives for strangers on a daily basis?

Another man was critically injured and my deepest hope is he makes a full and speedy recovery.

Thank you, seems so inadequate.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Looking forward to...

Do you ever get a fire in your blood just waiting for your favourite authors to get a book out? One of the reasons I started writing was I ran out of reading material on a regular basis.
Already this year I figure I've read ten books, it might be more, and I used to average 2 books every three days before writing and kids came into my life. Am I a book nut or am I normal?

Monday, February 12, 2007

Making it up...

Here's an excellent article on the perception of writing what you know versus making things up. The essence of 'fiction' is being debated because Stef Penney wrote 'The Tenderness of Wolves' without ever having set foot in Canada. She was an agoraphobic, BTW.

Anyway, the article is a good read if you're interested


Today's pages count 13 pages
37,086/50,000 words

Dixie Chicks

Hey, the Dixie Chicks won Best Song of the Year at the Grammys, with 'I'm not ready to make nice.'

I know not everyone likes them (*cough* mentioning no names LOL), but I'm a big fan and I think it's an excellent song. And it kind of felt like a bit of forgiveness too. Although some of the people in the 'country' section didn't look too chuffed.

I have days when I'm 'not ready to make nice' either. So good on ya girls, keep at it :)

Sunday, February 11, 2007


OK--I'm doing Book In A Week over at Rene's Villa in Tuscany site. Anyone can sign up. It is basically all about getting words on paper and not worrying too much (as in pulling out hair and gnawing flesh) over each word and sentence.

Getting the story down.

I hope to write 50 pages this week which will see my wip just about done.

Anyone else interested?

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Flushed Away

I just took the kids to this movie. Flushed Away. It was really excellent, both my six and four year old loved it. Nothing too scary, but scary enough to satisfy them, if you get my drift.

The music was fabulous, the casting for the voices wonderful (I didn't know it was Hugh Jackman until I looked it up--his accent slips a couple of times, but then so does mine sometimes :)

There was some hidden British humour in there...

'Shut that door.'

Always embarassing to be the only one laughing, but God bless Larry Grayson.

Really enjoyed the film and we made it out without any major hassles or breakdowns AND the car didn't freeze in the car park. Yippeee for us :)

Oh--for Eve ;)

Friday, February 09, 2007


Going slightly crazy with cabin fever, PMT and single momdom right now and forgot to blog at Killer Passion yesterday BUT check out Judith's post because she has a contest to win free stuff.

PS. I've decided my current hero is a cross between Colin Firth and Ioan Griffudd.

Just in case you were wondering.

I see Anna Nicole Smith died. What a bizarre life that woman led. To have lost her son the day after she gave birth to her daughter and now to leave that tiny baby behind... man, it is tragic. I hope she rests in peace.

Thursday, February 08, 2007


I am a monkey. No, really, I am a monkey :)

Born in the year of the Monkey according to the Chinese zodiac. So I was reading up on monkey characteristics and I was a little appalled. We are brilliant (naturally), but generally not very nice. So I dug a little deeper and found out I am an Earth Monkey--a much nicer kind of monkey than your average kind of monkey, thank you very much.

So if like me you were born 1908 or 1968, you are the very best of monkey.


These Monkeys are pretty by-the-book. They are diligent, motivated individuals, honest and trustworthy. They are calm and collected, genuinely concerned for the betterment of others. They are serious about their occupations and their friendships and are more dependable than most. Earth Monkeys devote themselves completely to causes and people they love and believe in. They don’t have much of an ego because they are such genuine human beings. They demand respect and can pitch a fit if not shown what they believe they deserve.

And I just wanted to add this because I thought it was funny.


Monkeys are intense, sensual lovers. They can tease or charm anyone in a matter of seconds. They enjoy entertaining their lovers with their senses of humor and their ability to captivate a crowd. When the Monkey decides on a mate, it is likely to be forever.

Does that sound wrong to anyone else or is it just me--again?

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Trace Adkins to Twyla Tharp--a parent's perspective

I was thinking.

I had this whole train of thought kick off from a song on the radio. This time Trace Adkins, Ladies love country boys. Imagine the drawl ya'll.

Anyway. Bear with me...

Yeah, you know momma’s and daddy’s want better for their daughters
Hope they’ll settle down with a doctor or a lawyer
In their uptown, ball gown, hand-me-down royalty

They never understand
why their princess falls
For some camouflage britches
and a southern boy drawl

Parents work as hard as they can, earn as much money as they can, so their children will be better off than they were (or at least I think most parents try to do this). We want the best for our kids and we want to ease their lives as much as we can.

And then I got to thinking about the poor little rich kids. Nicole Ritchie, Paris Hilton, a load of others I don't even hear about. Having every damn thing a person could ask for and still screwing it up.

And then I got to thinking about Twyla Tharp's book and how she believes very strongly that deprivation and struggle, lack of time, funds, the scaling of obstacles is actually the key to creative success--at least for her and many others--that having your back up against the wall (ahem), overcoming and getting around difficulties can hone the creative process much more effectively than having all the money, time, materials you think you need, at your disposal.

So. Basically what I'm thinking is kids can probably do without the cash. And most parents could ease a little of the pressure off themselves by providing kids with the skills to deal with real life, rather than hoping money will solve all their problems.

Phew. My brain is mangled.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Oh ecclefechan, grumble groan.

*sigh* Why are things never simple?

I got my partial ready for Harlequin and suddenly realised I didn't have a British stamp for the SASE.

I have Canadian stamps. I have American stamps. I do not have UK stamps. Can you hear me grinding my teeth with frustration? So, OK. I looked up the Royal Mail's website--a fabulous array of wonderful postage options--everything except what I wanted!! Because if I print out an envelope with the correct postage it has to be sent... tomorrow. Given the editors are unlikely to reply for weeks, that pretty much eliminates that option.

So I'm moaning and loving every minute of it. :)

Sunday, February 04, 2007


I couldn't resist posting about this. Given Jonny's hero status to the English. And never underestimate the power of sport for both dividing and uniting the 'United' Kingdom.

So... the Six Nations is here again and nothing stirs up the hearts and minds like a little bit of rugby union.

What is the Six Nations? A rugby tournament featuring England, Wales, Ireland (north and south), Scotland, Fance and Italy (they only joined in 2000).

So me and my brother-in-law Carl (the mysterious CF), and in more recent years, my sister-in-law Caroline, are always surrounded by pumped up testosterone filled Irish/Scots desperate to kick the a$$ of the arrogant English b@*****s (their term, not mine). Now being an arrogant English b@***** myself, I generally keep my head down and my trap shut, because seriously I'm not stupid, but today I just thought I'd say 'well done England' very very quietly!!!

And... Ahem. Well done Ireland too :) They beat Wales 19:9

From the BBC:

Jonny Wilkinson admitted finding it hard to take in after his long-awaited return to the international scene.

Wilkinson, who was playing his first game for England since 2003, was man of the match in Saturday's 42-20 win over Scotland in the Six Nations.

"It feels strange - it's been three and a bit years since I've experienced the buzz of an international," he said.

"I guess to be back after some of the feelings I've had over my injury periods feels like a bit of a dream."

Wilkinson had not played for England since guiding them to victory in the World Cup final because of a catalogue of injuries.

Minus 50 C with windchill this morning. I'm going back to bed!

Saturday, February 03, 2007

The Devil's Feather

from the book...

Devil's Feather (derivation Turkish) - a woman who stirs a man's interest without realizing it; the unwitting cause of sexual arousal

This is a term I'd never heard before and a wonderful title for a book. I like Minette Walters, which is pretty weird because I am such a romance junkie. But I like her plot, I like her characters and I like her writing style.

Most of her settings are small English villages with their little idiosyncrasies, but the scope of this novel is much broader than that. Serial killers, war-torn regions, strong women and... courage. The only thing that slightly irritated me was the uncertainty in the ending--and the most intriguing part of the book is the uncertainty in the ending...

Here's the blurb from Minette's website...

With private security firms supplying bodyguards in every theatre of war, who will notice the emergence of a sexual psychopath from the ranks of the mercenaries?

When five women are brutally murdered in Sierra Leone, Reuters correspondent Connie Burns questions the arrest of three rebel soldiers for the crimes. No one listens. In the wake of a vicious civil war that saw hundreds of thousands killed and displaced, the rape and murder of women is of little consequence. And who cares if child soldiers are beaten into a confession?

With little to go on, except her witnessing of a savage attack on a prostitute, Connie believes that a foreigner is responsible. A man who claims to have been in the SAS and works as a bodyguard to a Lebanese diamond trader. She remembers him from Kinshasa when he was a mercenary for Laurent Kabila's regime, and she suspects he uses the chaos of war to act out sadistic fantasies against women.

Two years later in Iraq, the consequences of her second attempt to expose him are devastating. Terrified, degraded and destroyed, she goes into hiding in England and tries to rebuild the person she was before being subjected to three days of conditioning in a Baghdad cellar.

In the process, she strikes up a friendship with Jess Derbyshire, a loner whose reclusive nature has alienated her from the rest of the Dorset community where she lives. Seeing parallels between herself and Jess, Connie borrows from the other woman's strength and makes the hazardous decision to attempt a third unmasking of a serial killer...

WIP Word Count:

Friday, February 02, 2007

I posted an excerpt of Blade Hunter TBR in June 07 on the Triskelion Author's blog... come say hello :)

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Thursday, February 01, 2007

Killer looks

I've finally worked out that the more ill I am, the better I look. Yesterday and the day before I was looking damn hot, today, not so good.

So yes, I'm getting better. Anybody else have that problem?

DH never has a clue I'm ill unless I make pathetic whining noises (why is it important to me that he has to guess?). The only time he did clue in was when I was curled around the base of the toilet, literally green with toxins (that was last year when I had tonsilitus).

So. Anybody else have perfect skin, hair, teeth and eyes when they feel like they should look like death? Why am I so flipping contrary that not even my mind and body can agree?

Regular programming will return one day soon when my looks return to their usual fetid healthiness. oh oh oh--and a guy from U of M plays for the Bears. I'll look up his name tomorrow. I'm looking forward to the Superbowl, but mainly because I like to eat :/

# 71 Israel Idonije is the guy from Manitoba.