Various and Sunday

This is just a collection of things, both various and sundry. They’re good things. Funny things. True things. They’re things I heard or said or remember fondly. They’re things that I like knowing and that I thought you might like knowing too.

  • Written by me to someone I only know professionally: “Both books go directly to the fantasies women have about a man who meets her, wants her, and loves her dearly and desperately while pounding the hell out of her every night. I’m just sayin’ ” Guess which two books I’m talking about. Go on. Guess.
  • Via Pinterest.com: “Lord, give me patience because if you give me strength, I’m gonna need bail money to go with it.” http://bit.ly/SQ6YE7
  • ZeFrank Show: “My internal critic is an asshole.” http://bit.ly/JCw0lY
  • Also from ZeFrank: “Let me think about the people I care about most and how when they fail or disappoint me, I still love them, I still give them chances and see the best of them. Let me extend that generosity to myself” http://bit.ly/IaZAtW
  • Said by my niece: “I quit pants.”
  • On 8/31/2012 there’s going to be a blue moon. On 9/1/2012 pigs will fly. Prepare yourself. It’s gonna be a tough couple of days. http://bit.ly/QnJG7m
  • From 10 Things I Hate About You: “I know you can be overwhelmed, and you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever just be whelmed?” http://bit.ly/NKcch7
  • Today I discovered that the very cool 16 year old daughter of a friend of mine wants me with her when the Zombie apocalypse starts – for comic relief. I want her with me too – for youthful exuberance, fearlessness, and pop-in vampire fangs.
  • From Tab Bennett and the Underneath: “Knock it off, Tab. You can be Princess Kick Ass when we get home.” http://bit.ly/RWW5Tg
  • Said by Jason Stackhouse on the season finale of True Blood: “You just keep fallin’ for boys who are dead. Ain’t like that the ultimate in being unavailable?”
  • I want to write a blog post called Romance Novels Ruined My Marriage. They didn’t but it’s such a good title. Seems a shame to waste it.
  • Said by Dita Von Teese: “You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there’s still going to be somebody who hates peaches.”
  • Via Annie at BookandLoaded.com: http://wp.me/p28Reg-gH
  • Via Pajiba.com: In Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs,Chuck Klosterman, takes that notion a step further, blaming his inability to satisfy women on John Cusack, reasoning that Lloyd Dobler has set an example that neither he, nor any other man, can ever reasonably duplicate. He writes:

    It appears that countless women born between the years of 1965 and 1978 are in love with John Cusack. I cannot fathom how he isn’t the number one box-office star in America, because every straight girl I know would sell her soul to share a milkshake with that motherfucker … But here’s the thing that these … women don’t seem to realize. They don’t love John Cusack. They love Lloyd Dobler. When they see Mr. Cusack, they are still seeing the optimistic, charmingly loquacious teenager he played in Say Anything. http://bit.ly/NAVQ95

  • If you are a writer and you’ve ever dated a musician, you know that David Foster Wallace is to us as Steely Dan is to them. Discuss.
  • From Frank Herbert: “There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.”

I ♥ Dean Winchester

Have I mentioned my deep, deep love for (the WB or is it CW’s) Supernatural? I haven’t? Are you sure? Because dear God, I love that show. Even though I firmly believe it should have ended with season five’s finale** – the perfect “Swan Song” – it’s still my favorite thing on TV. There are a lot of reasons why I like it, but it’s mostly because I love Dean Winchester. (Sam Schmam.) What can I say? I’m a sucker for a guy with staggering emotional problems and a worn leather jacket. Also there’s something about the way he says “son of a bitch” that I find utterly delightful. It doesn’t hurt that Jensen Ackles (Do you think his friends call him Jen? I hope they do.) is so very nice to look at. And that voice. Don’t get me started on that voice. Anyway, the other night I was writing (well 60% writing and 40% poking around on the internet) and I discovered that Jen (I’m calling him Jen now) plays the guitar and sings. I don’t want to go all fangirl on you here but all I can say is “Squeeee!”

**You can argue with me about this if you want but seriously, watch that episode again and tell me it’s not the perfect ending to a show that’s always been more about sacrifice and brotherly love than preventing the Apocalypse. Chuck’s voiceover. Cas’s first swear-word (which was ass-butt). The series could have ended right there – with Sam in hell and Dean happy – and I would have been completely satisfied.

 

 

What do you look for in a review?

When I was invited to be part of this blog hop that Reading Romances so kindly put together for us, it occurred to me that what I look for in a review as Jes the Reader is different than what I look for as Jes the Writer. Hence, I have a two part answer to the question.

Part One by Jes the Reader:
I was terrible at book reports in elementary school, and as it turns out, I am almost entirely incapable of writing a good book review. It’s sad, but true. Take a look at my GoodReads reviews if you don’t believe me. They’re mostly one sentence long and say insightful things like “I loved this book.” (You know what I was good at in school? Dioramas. Maybe I should start doing those instead?)

When I look at other people’s reviews I’m often impressed by how detailed they are, how passionately the reviewer digs into the story and shares their opinions. I love that there are people out there who love reading so much that they make a point of not only giving serious thought to the books they read, but taking the time to write those thoughts out into eloquent, well thought out opinion pieces. As a voracious consumer of books who is not independently wealthy, I look to these reviewers to help me decide which books are worth my investment. To get that, I need them to include some explanation of the plot – but not too much – and the reasons why they liked or did not like the book. Honestly, that’s it.

What I’d like to see more of: COMPS!! More “if you liked that, you’ll like this too.” Maybe I spent too much time working in publishing, but I find comps really helpful.
What I’d like to see less of: DNF reviews are a pet peeve of mine. Once you get to the end of the book, you can feel free to hate the pants right off of it but how can you review what you didn’t read?

Part Two by Jes the Writer: Reviews are important to every writer but especially to a debut writer, which is what I am. A good review from a good source can make a big difference in terms of sales and legitimacy and exposure. That said, a few words from an anonymous someone who takes a minute to write “I loved this book” and check off 4 or 5 stars is equally awesome. There are few things better than knowing that your story is out in the world and that people who don’t know you (and as such are not obligated to like your work) like your work.

What I’d like to see more of: Positive reviews! When I am reading reviews of my own book, which I do because I’m hopelessly uncool like that, I always hope to see some sign that I’ve made a connection with the reader. Welcome elements include: Compliments. Praise. Love. Liberal use of the words “fantastic” “best” and “riveting.”
What I’d like to see less of: Negative Reviews…When those come in, and they do from time to time, I have a strict policy of following the golden rule for writers. I’ve seen what happens when you don’t and It. Is. Not. Pretty.

Thanks for stopping by! I hope you’ll take a minute to stop by the comments to say hello, defend your DNF only review blog, or suggest a book for my first ever Review by Diorama.

 


Six Sentence Sunday

I had so much fun doing Six Sentence Sunday a few weeks ago that I decided to do it again. This time I’ve chosen six sentences from Tab Bennett and the Inbetween.

And that’s when I completely lost touch with reality. Before I knew what was happening his mouth was on mine and my legs had wrapped around his waist like it was their habit. He turned so he could hold me caged between his body and the front door, his hand sliding up to cup my breast, to tease my nipple through the soft white lace of my bra.

I didn’t think about anything but him; nothing else mattered.The fact that my cousins and my grandfather, not to mention my fiancé, were all watching me dry hump a stranger at my sister’s funeral in front of everyone we knew didn’t stop me from liking it when he began nuzzling my neck.

Visit http://www.sixsunday.com/ to see who else is participating this week. There are lots of great excerpts from lots of talented writers.

On a Visit…Again

What can I say? I have a restless soul. Sometimes I just want to go. Go anywhere. Change up the geography a little. Do you ever get that? It used to be when I got this way I’d pack everything I owned into my dad’s mini van and move to a new city. Now, what with the two kids and dog to think of, I just blog hop. If you’re looking for me, I’m visiting Paranormal Haven. today.  We’re talking about bird omens and superstitions. You should come by and say hello.

PS: Do any of you know the song Moving Target by Christine Lavin? (I see you’ve got your hand raised, Cassy.) How about anyone else? It’s a really good song. It goes like this “She’s a moving target, She prefers it that way. He sees her profile east and west, a boarding pass with her name.”