Friday, October 29, 2010

Happy Halloween!

Let's get this weekend started! And what better way to kick off Halloween than with a spooky, sexy treat of a tale? Head on over to the Free Reads section of my website for a new, never-been-published short story, "Not Quite Casper." Be warned, not only does "Not Quite Casper" contain things that go bump in the night, it also contains explicit sex. Save this one for after you've come home from the office. In fact, I recommend right before bedtime. ;)

Have a safe and fun weekend all, and see you in November for NaNoWriMo!

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Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Who Likes Quickies?

Sometimes noisy neighbors can be a blessing in disguise.

I'm pleased to announce that my short story "Good Neighbors" will be included in Cleis Press's upcoming anthology Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex. This book of steamy flash fiction will be available in March 2011. This is my second time working with Cleis Press and editor Rachel Kramer Bussel, and given the quality of the stories in Please, Sir, I'm sure this is one hot anthology you won't want to miss!

And speaking of things not to miss, make sure to check back here on Friday for a new free spooktacular erotic story just in time for the Halloween weekend!

Friday, October 22, 2010

100 Words About: Drool

I knew bulldogs drooled, but wow. The Bulldog's slobber-ribbons have a strange amoeboid self-cohesiveness, and beyond being wet and slimy become slightly sticky when applied to human skin. Blarg! We've been forced to stash washrags around the house to wipe his face with. Good thing for him he's such a cutie.

Poor guy seems to have some neurological issues. We're waiting to hear back from the vet on some tests. Hopefully it's not degenerative, but odds are good it's NCL, in which case we're going to have to revise our expectations a bit. Sigh. But he's supposed to be 4 years old and he's not really bad yet, so maybe we'll luck out and it'll be something else.

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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

And Back to Your Regularly Scheduled Programming…

Hey folks, thanks for bearing with me the last week or two. It's been a stressful time, but The Dog is back at the shelter, and we've welcomed our newest addition to the house…The Bulldog! (I thought about actually using his name, but heck, if The Husband doesn't get a name, The Bulldog shouldn't either, I suppose…)

Oh, my gods, I'd forgotten how much work a new dog is. Leash manners, table manners, housebreaking, and we still have to introduce him to the cats…but after The Dog, pfft, that's all nothin'. She trained me so well for my future dogs.

(The Husband just told me "Your number of 'My Wife Is Awesome' points just went up. LOL!)

Anyway, it's nearing the end of October! I love Halloween, although this year it's really snuck up on me. Last year I was participating in the Paranormal Authors Fight Club, which resulted in the free story "A Wild Hunt." This year I'm not doing any contests, but I like the idea of celebrating my second favorite holiday with free words, so on Friday, October 29th, I'll be posting a link here to a new free short story over at my website. And since I'm not playing by someone else's rules, this story is a Mercy Loomis no-holds-barred explicit paranormal erotica original. Oh yeah.

(Which is also why I'm not posting it here…)

And it's almost November! That means it's nearly time for NaNoWriMo! (Eep!) Despite my best attempts to outline, I'll be pantsing this novel for the most part, which is a little nerve-wracking. I figure if I get stuck I can always start on the Encore expansion, which is my next project after my NaNoWriMo novel, codename: Project Geargirl. One novel or two novels, it still counts as long as it's 50,000 words of novel writing, right? Right?

Friday, October 15, 2010

100 Words About: Whole Lotta Sickness Goin' On

It seems like half the people at my job and half the people at The Husband's job are sick. The Husband is not feeling so hot either. What lousy timing! With everyone else out sick, The Husband feels like he can't take the day off and sleep. And we have a doggie to pick up tomorrow! He needs to be healthy to help me manage our new American Bulldog.

When we adopted The Dog originally, she was the product of a couple of months' searching and applying. This time we're going to be dogless for less than a week. And they swear he's cat friendly. For real this time.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The Cats Will Play

My house is now dogless. It's very weird. We got The Dog only last year in June, but it seemed as if we'd had her for years.

Needless to say, Sunday sucked. A lot.

The handoff went well, as such things go. She was scared at first, being back at the shelter. But then one of the guys who'd worked with The Dog when she was there before came over to us, and I saw something I'd never seen before. The Dog wagged her tail, and then jumped up on him. I've never seen her do that with anyone besides The Husband and me. Clearly she not only remembered him, she liked and trusted him. This gave us a lot of comfort as we kenneled her and walked away.

I spent the rest of Sunday cleaning the house. All the doggie blankets went down to the laundry room. The few leftover dog toys (the ones that she didn't like) were washed and put on top of the dog crate. The crate was washed out and prepped, as were the food and water bowls. There was MUCH vacuuming, and many destroyed dog toys and old beef bones were unearthed and thrown out. And once all that was done, I cleaned off my desk for good measure.

After that we let the cats out. The poor loves have been stuck upstairs since we got the dog. For as many times as we had nearly had them rehomed, I was very glad all those plans had fallen through. They were very skittish at first, but quickly were back to their old demanding selves.

It's very odd, getting used to cats again. The Husband has several times attempted to get the cats to sit purely out of habit, and he also forgot that they always lie and pretend they haven't been fed yet. And they're so short! The Dog was over 80lbs - the cats are each less than 20. I have to keep reminding myself to look for them, or I'm afraid I'll step on them or kick them.

Of course, we've already had one Hairball-of-Displeasure - all over my netbook, which was on the dining room table (that they aren't supposed to be on). Fortunately the netbook was in its case, and I was willing to take that rather than have them decorate the stack of library books sitting next to the netbook.

The hard part now is not having that dog to greet us when we get home. No face in the window or big lanky form on the couch, no collar tags jingling or claws clicking on the floor. No kisses. No lean. No wag.

The Cult of the Dog is a sickness as much as a social phenomenon. After being separated from the cats for so long, I'm seriously having a hard time remembering why I was such an adamant cat lover. All the arguments my dog-owner friends always used keep flashing through my head. "Cats only are nice to you when they want something. As long as they're fed and their box is cleaned, they don't care who takes care of them." To which I always previously answered, "Yeah, so?" It's like cats are friends with benefits, and dogs are the steady live-in SO. Apparently I've decided it's time to settle down.

Friday, October 8, 2010

100 Words About: Countdown

Tomorrow the final rabies exam, Sunday the trip to the shelter. What a way to spend a weekend. I've never been so happy to have a furlough day. (Monday) I'm exhausted and depressed, and the stress is making my digestive system act up worse than usual. Fun. I'll be glad when this is over, such that it will be. The Dog will be in the back of my head until I hear that she's placed. It'll be nice for her to not have to deal with so many people. I just hope life in the shelter doesn't set her back too far.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

A Tuesday Update

I haven't been writing. Too emotionally drained.

The Dog has had two of three required rabies exams so far, and the vet visits are only underscoring her issues. Both times the poor girl has been so scared she was shaking, and she's never had a bad experience at that vet other than having to deal with strange people touching her.

If Friday was bad because we didn't know what was going to happen, this week is bad because it's just waiting. The shelter we got her from is going to take her back, and they seem to be taking her issues seriously. They're hoping to find her a home in a more rural setting where she won't have to deal with so many people, and that sounds like it could actually work. She's a fabulous family dog — general population, not so much.

So now it’s just waiting. Her last exam is on Saturday, and Sunday we drive the two hours or so to take her to the shelter.

The waiting is so, so hard. We're trying to spoil her and make her last days with us as good as they can be, but she knows something is wrong. I can't explain it to her; all I can do is pretend my heart's not breaking and feed her bacon and beef bones. And up her anti-anxiety medication.

The Husband has been such a trooper. He's done all the phone calls and the planning, 'cause I just start crying and I can't talk when I cry. (I seriously hate crying.) When asked if he really thought the shelter would do right by The Dog, he said "If I didn't think they had a shot at finding her a better place, I'd pay the $3000 and have her put down myself." God, he's such a keeper. We swore we wouldn't see her locked in a cage for the rest of her life, even though her adoption contract said we couldn't have her put down and if we ever gave her up she had to go back there. Not that I ever doubted him, per se, but hearing him say it just reminds me why I married him in the first place.

Friday, October 1, 2010

A 100 Word Update

The Dog bit someone yesterday and now we're either going to have to find a shelter to take her or have her put down. The Husband spent most of yesterday on the phone. Fortunately the 12-year-old who did nothing wrong is barely hurt, though shook up. And the reason she freaked out? He was scared of her, and that scared her. Nervous people have made her scared before, but it seems to be getting worse, not better. She's on a 10 day quarantine, and after that she needs to be gone. So I imagine the posts will be short next week.

If anyone knows of a rescue where they rehabilitate large fearful dogs or dogs with bite history that has an opening, please email me at I don't want her going to someplace where she'll get stuck in a cage for the rest of her life.