Real quick, before I dash off to sign up for dance class/go to yoga: I just read ROGUE ANGEL: DESTINY, the first of an ongoing series about Annja Creed, an Indiana-Jones style archaeologist and (she said, generalizing wildly) the modern-day heir to Joan of Arc’s power. They’re put out by Gold Eagle, Harlequin’s “Men’s Adventure” line, and _that_ line is where the Bombshells should’ve been marketed under. The Strongbox Chronicles, at the very least, would’ve done well there. Anyway, it was actually a pretty entertaining book. Nice quick read, basically…
Author: mizkit
free to a good home:
1 condenser dryer currently residing in Dublin 11 My parents have, now that they’ve moved house, an extraneous dryer. If I know anybody in the Dublin area who would like a dryer for the price of picking it up, or (more likely) if I know anybody who knows somebody in Dublin who’d etc, please respond in comments or email me (cemurphyauthor@gmail.com). Actually, I suspect it doesn’t matter whether the potential recipient is in the Dublin area or not. What does matter is the being able to come pick it up.…
sudden random book giveaway
I was just sorting through boxes of books and realized/discovered I have about a zillion copies of THE PHOENIX LAW and a number of copies of FIREBIRD DECEPTION sitting around, and thought perhaps I’d have a sudden random book give-away. Leave a comment with some kind of story or reason as to why I should send you a copy of one, or even *both*, of the books, and I’ll send out copies to the top three or five or so that strike me as funniest or cleverest or something-else-est. :)…
At Tara in this fateful hour…
Madeleine L’Engle has died. I was about ten, maybe eleven, when I first read A WRINKLE IN TIME. It’s early in my perception of reading fantasy, at least, so I could’ve been as young as eight or nine. And as I was sitting here reading ‘s tribute, I was becoming slightly frantic, thinking, no, no, that’s not it, that’s not the *right* poem, that’s not the one I remember… I had not thought of this poem in many, many years, but it was one of two pieces from fantasy novels…
worky worky work
Arright. I’ve determined where I went wrong. I think mostly it’s a case of going wrong in so far as I can probably use most of what I’ve done, just not for another fifty pages or so. I’ve figured out how to fix the major thing that was causing me mental strife and which in turn has caused the problem (and it’s a stupidly easy fix), and while I will no doubt run into more problems along the way, well, hey, at least I figured out how to fix one…