Where's My Frickin' Rainbow?

Yeah... it's a pity party. And I know they get old, so feel free to ignore me. Lately I haven't been depressed, really. But I can't seem to write. And I can't seem to answer that block with my usual determination and distraction technique. Nothing wants to grow here.



Ahmed says this is understandable, since I am in a lot of pain and can't sleep. I've recently been struck with polymyositis from PF treatments, followed by two broken toes and a third with hairline fractures. My muscles are breaking down and my bones are brittle. It's part of fighting to survive. I understand and embrace this... but it wears me down. So the leg thing has kept me from sleeping. I'm on maybe 2 hours a night.

I hate people who complain. I hate feeling so locked in doldrums on a day like this one, bright and crisp and beautiful after miserable rains. I want to look forward with an open and grateful heart... but I really, really need a rainbow. It's all well and good to make hope your choice. I'd just love a little sign... something small... some tiny whisper that it will be ok.

/pity party

Two Great Books

Eden Bradley and R.G. Alexander both have vamp releases out today at Samhain Publishing!!

MIDNIGHT FALLS…

His life was stolen to keep their secrets…

Book Four of Children of the Goddess

It has taken years for Liz to lay the past to rest. Now she has been called to find the missing Jasyn Dydarren, the only man who can save her friend Nicolette from the Shadow’s mark. Tracking him means chasing down a secret the Shadow Wolves want buried forever—and another man they want dead. A man with an eerily familiar face, whom she craves with an intensity she can’t explain.

Hannah, an Unborn, never considered herself anything special, but she and Jasyn have something that is. Now her Were has been snatched away. She’s not a fighter, but she’s willing to do whatever it takes to find her heart’s desire and force him to see her as an equal at last. Or die trying.

With alliances on the line and lives in danger, these two very different women must save their men, and come together to discover the truth…and destroy the Shadow once and for all.

Warning: This book contains explicit sex. Sex on the stairs, sex in a tree, sex with two, (and sex with three). Vampires mating. Werewolves mating. And a lot of gratuitous A** kicking.
BUY HERE!

THE SEEKING KISS…
Two vampires, one woman, an eternity of love and desire…if only she’s strong enough…
Midnight Playground, Book 1

London 2069
For as long as Nissa has known about Midnight Playground, the most exclusive of a world-wide network of vampire sex clubs, she has yearned to gain entrance—and to become one of them. Orphaned and alone from a young age, she has nothing to lose and nothing to stop her from indulging in her darkest fantasies.
Hex and his maker, Aleron, have enjoyed many play partners at the club and have often shared in the euphoria of the Seeking Kiss, that sensual blood exchange between vampires and their lovers. But Nissa’s beauty, intelligence and strength is a siren call he can’t resist.. His desire for her and her willingness to let herself be drawn by their mental pull compels Hex to consider offering to her something he’s never given another mortal– the treasured Turning Kiss.
The beautiful vampire pair entice Nissa into an intimate sexual realm beyond her wildest dreams—and she revels in it. But when she finds herself falling for one of the powerful duo, it could mean the end of her deepest fantasies. Or a new beginning she never dared to imagine…
Warning: Three-way vampire sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, anal sex, oral sex, simultaneous anal and oral sex (oh, yes, it’s possible!), drinking blood, drinking blood while having sex, political unrest , and a hot French accent. Keep a fan and some holy water nearby!
BUY HERE!

Chachi Lied to Glenn Beck

I need an interweb smack down like I need a hole in my head right now... but Scott Baio is a twerp and I hate liars. For those who missed it,

Gwen Hayes' Blog

Totally the Bomb Blog

Response from His Peers

THE Scott Baio's Twitter page (because apparently everyone wants to be him???)

Then he got what he had been whining for: Glenn Beck's attention. Now... that's fine, and I think Glenn Beck is fun to watch. But would it have killed him to have an intern google "chachi looses his mind" or "charles not in charge of his faculties" or something?

Stolen from Fictionistas

Today Gwen Hayes posted one of those online quizzy things at Fictionistas. Can I just tell you how much I LOVE these things? Love. LOVE LOVE LOVE. So I'm stealing it. Feel free to comment, steal, and share your link:

1.What was the last thing you put in your mouth? Petit Vanilla Scone and a slurp of iced latte.

2.Where was your blog profile picture taken? At a charity event for cancer survivors.

3.Can you play Guitar Hero? If I can get Ahmed away from any gaming system we own.

4.Name someone who made you laugh today? My friend Gayle.

5.How late did you stay up last night and why? I did not sleep at all last night. Having a problem with one leg and it's not allowing me to sleep. Double shot in the latte.

6.If you could move somewhere else, would you? No. I WOULD love to be able to travel overseas again so I could spend a month a year in Ireland.

7. Ever been kissed under fireworks? We are really into fireworks around here, so everyone has.

8. Which of your friends lives closest to you? Timmy and Petie live one street away.

9. Do you believe ex’s can be friends? Timmy was my first BF, so yeah. LOL

10. How do you feel about Dr Pepper? Love it. I finally found the diet caffeine free kind up here... but lately I have given up soda and find I don't miss it, so maybe I lied?

11. When was the last time you cried really hard? I had a really long, good, deep cry about a week ago.

12. Who took your profile picture? Ahmed

13. Who was the last person you took a picture of? I do a lot of photography but it's usually landscapes or such. I guess a stranger in the background??

14. Was yesterday better than today? Pretty even heat, but I will say I have been feeling positive lately. If I could sleep things would be perfection!

15. Can you live a day without TV? Yeah. I've even gone a day or two, but probably not for much longer. I'll admit it.

16. Are you upset about anything? Nope. Other than the sleep thing all is good.

17. Do you think relationships are ever really worth it? Always.


18. Are you a bad influence? Oh... um... yeah. Seriously, hide your kids.

19. Night out or night in? In

20. What items could you not go without during the day? Netbook, Cell, MP3 player

21. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? Gayle

22. What does the last text message in your inbox say? Call me Plz

23. How do you feel about your life right now? I'm generally a person who chooses to be happy.

24. Do you hate anyone? I say "hate" a lot but I wonder if I ever really mean it?

25. If we were to look in your facebook inbox, what would we find? Invitations... piles of them that I delete.

26. Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass? I never use illegal drugs and rarely even drink. But my pee would glow green from the legal stuff. TMI?

27. Has anyone ever called you perfect before? Yeah, but he was lying. I let him, though.

28. What song is stuck in your head? For some weird reason lately I have been singing "Children, Go Where I Send Thee," the Joan Osbourne version (WTF????)

29. Someone knocks on your window at 2:00 a.m., who do you want it to be? SANTA!!!

31. Name something you have to do tomorrow? post to Fictionistas, but I'm doing it tonight... so get ready for a get-together of old friends at an Oktoberfesty thing... DUUUUDE! We're gettin' the baaaand back togetha!!

32. Do you think too much or too little? Oh lord, I think wayy too much.

33. Do you smile a lot? Constantly.

Don't Eat Pumpkins

It's that time of year. Every cafe, restaurant, and Yankee Candle reeks of pumpkin spiced garbage. I HATE FREAKING PUMPKINS. So if you eat them, you should really hear this story...

How Pumpkins Became A Delicacy

Many years ago, not long after the Wompanoag Indians had befriended the local white settlers, two members of the Mashfeeld tribe gathered on the edge of a bog.

Sukonnet and Sukattet, two brothers, had reached the end of their rope. And they were sharing the rope.

"Well the damned Pilgrims ate all the shellfish, lobster, venison, and trout," said Sukonnet.

"Yeah, now the turkey are gone, too. And they have plundered the cranberry bogs. I told you we should have killed them all," said Sukattet.

"Well... there are these." Sukonnet held the round, orange globes, which had ripened in the first days of autumn, between his hands.

"That's a Pumpkin," said Sukattet, who knew that pumpkin was a Mashfeeld word meaning ugly assed squash that tastes like watery poo.

"It's all we've got," said Sukonnet. "They've eaten everything else."

"I'm not eating a pumpkin," said Sukattet.

"You'll starve."

"I don't friggin' care, I'm not eating a goddamned pumpkin," Sukattet insisted.

But the nights grew very cold, and the traps remained empty, and the pumpkin sat there staring at them outside their small mud lodge. Finally, October came, the time of the harvesting moons and frosts. Sukattet and Sukonnet were really at the end of their shared rope, and the knot they'd tied in it was loosening.

"This really is bullshit," said Sukattet.

And they carved open the pumpkin, cooked it, and ate it.

It sucked. They barfed.

So Sukonnet and Sukattet went to the white settlers and said to Miles Standish and the rest of them, "this is the pumpkin, which is a rare delicacy of our people. Pumpkin means 'large melon,' and it is very highly prized. You should eat this in stead of the ugly, spiny, hard-shelled lobster, which is poisonous."

Sukonnet then snickered and Sukattet kicked him in the shinn.

And so it was that the settlers began to eat pumpkin, though they were forced to slather it with brown sugar, cinnamon, and cloves to make it palatable. And school teachers were forced to eat lobster because lobster was gross and icky.

And Sukattet and Sukonnet became legends, and had streets named after them in the old hunting grounds of Mashfeeld... which remained a paradise even unto this very day.

Baby Blessing

Recently Romance Divas, The Sceptics' Tank, and several other of my online haunts seem to be teeming with new babies! About two years ago I wrote a baby blessing for some friends at their request. Since then many have asked to use it, print it, etc. I'm sharing it here:

Baby Blessing
by Chrissy Olinger for the Hawthorne Clan

May the moon shine its light and magic,
May the sun loan its strength and power.
May the winds lift the fuzz on your wee little head
And blow dandylion fluff in a shower
As the dragonflies, butterflies, buttercups
Dance and sway to your every delight.
May the stars watch and smile down upon you
As you dream wild things in the night.
May you always let mama protect you,
And always let daddy stand by
As you wander this new world with wonder
Piling wishes and promises high.

May the fields hold a million new treasures,
And the trees rustle soft overhead
As you laugh at the world's many pleasures
And the secrets you take to your bed.
Dream away, little wee precious darling.
Dream away, and be welcome to the world.
You are blessed, and cherished, and wanted,
Unconditional love 'round you curled!

October Color

October has arrived in my neck of the woods. I spoke with friends in Oakland, Maine and the leaves are at "peak" there now. I've always been fonder of the weeks before and after "peak" times, when the leaves are mixed green-and-fall-shades or when they've turned, and have begun to fall like confetti. I think I'm going to take one shot a week here in the Bog Hollow Brambles... starting today.

Message of the Day

Every now and then some nugget of genius rises up from the universe to send me (and you) a message. Today's message comes to you courtesy of the anonymous, bored teenager who lives near the intersection of Willow and South River Streets in my home town. Rawk on, Marshvegas... RAWK ON!

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