I read the first of Juliet E McKenna‘s Lescari Revolution trilogy several years ago, and really enjoyed it. Then life happened and it took me a while to pick up the second book, at which point I thought, “God, I don’t remember this at all, I don’t remember how we got here or anything,” and read a couple chapters and thought, “No, this is just too unfamiliar, I need to read the…second…book,” as it turned out. I’d picked up the third accidentally. *laughs* Anyway, by then it was all confused…
It’s amazing how my caloric intake drops like a rock when I stop eating cake/cookies/ice cream/etc. Not unrelatedly, I’m hungry. That’s about all I got tonight. Either yesterday’s hot chocolate offset the OMFG I NEED SUGAR cravings and tomorrow will be hell, or this is going pretty well. And really, tomorrow is my Day In Dublin, and the odds of having another hot chocolate are, shall we say, Extremely High, so I’m either weaning myself off or purposefully torturing myself; your call. Anyway, either way, so far, not suffering much.…
I had both a Sprite and a hot chocolate today, both of which I can fudge as being Not *Food*, but rather *Drink*, but we all know I’m really bending the spirit of the law until it’s sprained, there. I did, however, get my 10K steps in, and kept a calorie count for the second day in a row, so I’m calling it a win and going onward.
Several of us in these parts have entered a pact, or at least an agreement, to cut sugar from our diets for 30 days. Much of my incentive is that it’s pretty clear I’m gaining weight at exactly the same rate I’m eating junk food, and I’d rather not balloon ALL the way back up to my previous fatness. I’ve already regained about 12 pounds in the last 6 months (although I gotta say, a third of that was in December. What a disaster the holidays were for me, food-wise.)…
AAAAAH *FLAILS* Tara O’Shea, my wonderful cover artist, got me the final draft of the ROSES IN AMBER cover last night! It’s SO GORGEOUS! And SO PERFECT! And EEEEEEE *FLAILS*!!!! There is a story of a beast, and a merchant’s daughter, and a curse that must be broken. This is not—quite—that story. Amber Gryce believes in magic the way anyone does: as a thing of the past, marked now only by the long reign of an ancient queen sworn to live until her stolen son is returned to her. Such…