Your Love Element Is Metal
In love, you inspire and respect your partner.
For you, love is all about fusing together for one incredible life experience.
You attract others with wit and a bit of flash.
Your flirting style is defined by making others want and value you.
Greatness and optimism are the cornerstones of your love life.
You may let go too easily, but you never get weighed down by your past.
You connect best with: Earth
You and another Metal element: will control and smother each other
I was enjoying the last blog so much that I just kept it up there. But don’t ever worry about me running out of things to say people!(Cheri!)
After last weeks take-over of my blog by various family members, I’m pleased to say that normal service has been resumed-that is-you are back to boring old me.
In hot news, Ellora’s Cave have offered me a contract for a fantasy erotic romance called “Planet Mail” As I explained to Mr Kate, that’s a pun on the fact that the heroine delivers parcels for the United Planetary Parcel Service and she crash lands on a planet chock full of lusty male descendants of the Vikings who obviously were the greatest explorers in the universe.
Strangely enough at this point in my narrative Mr Kate got that pained look on his face he usually gets whenever I tell him about my books. I assumed he didn’t get the joke so I explained it a couple more times until he suddenly developed an urgent need to disappear into the garage and polish his carburetor or something.
And other news-as I know you all hold the wonderful Mr Kate in high regard-(I think he gets more comments on this blog than I do actually)-He got his Ferrari! It’s a Challenge Stradale -which probably means not a lot to most of us but ask a Ferrari buff and they can bore you for hours about what a great car it is. (I know from talking to Mr Kate-and he has the nerve to say my book plots are dull-go figure)
Anyway-the good thing is that I get to look cool in a Ferrari. He’s searching for a personalized number plate and has come up with various options. I said he should just go with ‘Mr Kate’ but he didn’t look too keen.
Youngest son had to finish his 7th grade science project this weekend. I took one look at the blank presentation board and all the stuff ready to stick on it and I had a mental freak-out. This is the third time I’ve had to do this and I’ve just about had it with school projects. I abandoned son to Mr Kate who is ‘very precise’ about such things and I typed up the captions and bits they needed as called for. Luckily I’ll have 9 years before daughter gets to 7th grade and by then I’ll be so famous that I’ll have an assistant to do such things for me. (No laughing in the back please)
Well, it’s pretty easy actually as I have fair English skin and the amazing ability to blush like a thirteen year old.
The particular blushing incident I’m referring to happened at my town library last week when I went to hear three local mystery writers speak. I’ve met all three of them before.
One: Anne Parker came to my writing class to tell us about her first book “Silver Lies” a historical mystery set during the silver rush in the 1800’s in a real town called Leadsville. She’s a wonderful knowledgeable lady.
Two: Simon Wood who writes mystery/horror and is a fellow escaped Brit. He also writes for “Writers Digest”. Simon is funny in that weird way we Brits call humorous.
Three: Penny Warner-author of over forty books including many non-fiction books on child rearing and a mystery series featuring a deaf heroine called Connor Westphal.
Penny is like our local Jennifer Crusie. She is tremedously supportive of new writers, runs a fantastic class to help people get published and loves to heckle her audience-in this case, read heckle me.
To be fair, she did ask me if it was okay to mention my book, which was nice of her. Of course I said no-but she ignored me anyway. By the time the evening had finished, I was an astonishing pink color but I suppose it was good for me and now fifty people who live in my town think my pen name is Kate X and that I write erotica…is it true that there’s no such thing as bad publicity?
Don’t get me wrong she was funny and not at all mean-It’s just me. I had to practice saying “I write erotic romance” for about 3 months before I could actually tell anyone. I can write the sex but don’t ask me to talk about it!!
The nice thing was that at the end someone tapped me on the shoulder and it was the librarian who very carefully wrote down all the details about my upcoming book in April 2007 and said she would be sure to get a copy. So that’s good. I’m quite impressed with the notion of being in a library!!
In other news the idyllic love story of me and Mr Kate came under severe strain when his laptop broke and he had to share my computer. I found it quite annoying-like letting someone else drive your car or look in your handbag. By Friday, things were tense and Mr Kate saw the wisdom of making a quick dash to pick up his laptop before I had to poison his coccoa. He kept tidying my desk-I believe he might even have dusted it and worst of all, he ate my Jelly Belly’s!! (and if you are reading this you still haven’t replaced them darling)
More books to promote next week but that’s it for now.
Unfortunately, we had to take our new cat, Elvis/Dino back to the pound yesterday. Things have not been going well in our household despite the many excellent suggestions I’ve received and read about how to make them get on.
Jasper (resident feline) didn’t like it. And that was that. I’m sure most of you have seen the Terminator movies? Well you know in the second one when the T is being a policeman and he starts running people down? Well imagine that face and that speed and picture my cat pursuing a luckless Elvis through my house.Talk about determined.
I felt bad about taking him back. but there would’ve been ‘wigs on the green’ as my mother used to say. There were already huge clumps of gray hair everywhere-not a single strand of ginger though.I would’ve felt worse if he’d taken a bite out of him.
My children are not happy about the cat going either. They liked him more than Jasper who only likes me really and that’s iffy sometimes. My 4 year old daughter is distraught, not realizing that her chasing him about the house as well probably didn’t help the situation. I’ve promised she can help me pick a cat or dog ‘next time’ (which at the moment means ‘never’ but she doesn’t need to know that). (and she can’t read yet either so I’m safe for a while)
It’s still raining here and I’m almost beginning to expect it. I’ve been told we’ve been setting some kind of weather records in the Bay Area for the amount of rain. Apparently the reservoirs are full enough for the next two years-which is a good thing. I’m beginning to forget what the sun looks like though.
The results for the Virtual Book Bag contest are out-please don’t forget to see if you won anything!