November 21, 2008 • 1 Comment
The initial production on the sequel to RAVENOUS is complete. That is, the author has proposed, and now the editor will dispose. There bound to be some changes. There always are.
I’m sad, because I really enjoyed spending time with my characters, particularly my sarcastic hero. It’s an emotional wrench when the manuscript leaves. Of course, it’s going to come back forty thousand times until I’m heartily sick of it but, for now, I feel all empty nesty and woebegone.
The book is (at least in this point of time) called SCORCHED. As both my editor and I like the title, I’m hoping it stays.
Tonight I’m going out for dinner. Tomorrow—I have to look at the list that starts “when the book is done …”
November 11, 2008 • No Comments
I’ve been quiet lately, but in a good cause. It’s deadline time! Yup, the initial round of manuscript fun for book two is happening right now. The rush to the finish line. The pile of candy wrappers. The endless cups of coffee. The thousand-yard stare at the flickering screen. No more “I’ll fix it later” because the later is now.
Yeah, we’ll get to the finish line on time. It’s never pretty, but it’s a necessary part of the process.
October 28, 2008 • No Comments
There is a recent trend with men in chimneys. Not long ago, I wrote about a would-be spy stuck in the ducting of an art museum. Now here’s a naked guy wedged in the chimney of a supermarket in England.
Is this a trend? Has the myth of chimney-borne happiness impacted an entire generation of cat burglars? Is there some deep-seated need to act out the Santa psychodrama (in the buff!) in the midst of their nefarious crimes?
I just hope all Santa’s elves received counseling.
October 21, 2008 • No Comments
I thought this was just too cool. After dancing with wolves, we can now swim with tigers ….
October 17, 2008 • No Comments
This week brought early Hallowe’en presents from the universe. RAVENOUS has cover quotes! It’s impossible to describe how much this is valued by an author, especially one like me who is launching a debut. Let it be known that these fine ladies have bestowed an act of kindness–and they’re darned fine writers, too!
A multilayered plot, a fascinating take on paranormal creatures living among us, plus a sexy vampire, a sassy witch and a mystery for them to solve. . . RAVENOUS leaves me hungry for more!
– Jessica Anderson, author of The Final Prophecy series
Sexy, suspenseful fun. Ashwood really knows how to tell a story.
– NYT best-selling author Kelley Armstrong
October 12, 2008 • No Comments
Sometimes when you go a-surfing for interesting tidbits, you find things better left unfound. I stumbled across a short article from last March that relates an incident covered by both London’s Evening Standard and Daily Telegraph.
An older gentleman was living alone in his nice house in Australia. His relatives wanted that nice house and pressured him to move into a seniors’ home. So, he found the plans for a suicide contraption on the Internet that involved power tools and a .22 semi-automatic pistol. He set it up in the driveway, and he killed himself.
Yikes. The account is very bare-bones, but it seems to me that if this 81 year-old was with it enough to log on, find the plans for this thing, and assemble it, he wasn’t exactly on his last legs. Let’s just say the relatives (going by what the article says) don’t come off well at all.
I’m sure some people will leap up and say “instructions for suicide machines shouldn’t be on the Internet!”, but that is missing the point. The point is, we can rarely fix families (oh, if only there were handy-dandy diagrams for that!), but it would have been nice if there was enough of a community wherever this guy was to turn to for support.
I guess it’s a reminder to go be nice to our neighbors. After all, I’m told there are plans for thermo-nuclear devices on the Web, too.
September 30, 2008 • No Comments
It’s hard to describe my emotions when the FedEx man shows up with …. Page proofs! This is the manuscript with its hair done and its makeup on, all the copyedits included and the type set as it will appear in the book. It’s the author’s last chance for proofreading, very minor edits, and any afterthoughts before the critter is printed.
What I feel is a kind of mix of “cool!” and “ugh, you again” with a bit of “egad, what have they done this time?” The biggest challenge is reading through the thing and paying attention to what’s printed on the page. After editing the book so many times, I’m not sure my brain isn’t supplying what it thinks it should see rather than what’s really there. I try and give it to someone who hasn’t seen it before to double check my work.
On the up side, I had a moment of, “hey, this is darned good stuff!” as I ploughed through the pages. In book form, the pacing is more obvious. I’m witty! I’m action-filled! I have great romance scenes! I have good monsters!
Unfortunately, I also have a fair number of typos. Yep, there’re still a few loose ends sticking out, but not for long.
September 25, 2008 • 1 Comment
Now here’s something I never thought of doing: squishing my dearly departed into diamonds. Apparently, it’s not only a reality but financially quite reasonable. Companies are setting up shop world-wide and are becoming increasingly popular.
Some make diamonds from the departed’s ashes, others from hair (which means making a gem from the living or someone who has been buried is also possible). The US-based Lifegem offers their services for pets as well as humans. Basically, if there’s carbon, there’s diamond potential.
This keen-o technology means the funeral service can enter into an entirely new decorative phase, bypassing the entire embalming process in favour of cutting, polishing, and mounting the sparkly deceased into wearable art. It also has the advantage of saving valuable land—no need for burial plot when dear old mum can be mounted in a cufflink.
Author alert: The possibilities for murder mystery plots abound. One could hide the corpse anywhere— as the crystal of a chandelier, the button of the doorbell, an earring (but then you’d need a matched set!).
To make this all just one bit stranger, the technology for creating synthetic diamonds is good enough they can now be graded. No more nonsense about death being the ultimate leveller! Figure out which relations really were gems of the first water.
You never know—that old saying about someone being worth more dead than alive might be true.
September 18, 2008 • No Comments
I laughed so hard when I read this one.
A would-be intruder tried to enter the Knoxville Museum of Art via the air conditioning duct. When police and firefighters responded to his 911 call, they found a top and cable on the roof and the caller stuck about 45 feet into the ductwork.
When rescued, he told the arresting officers that he was a “special agent” who had rappelled in from a helicopter. The mission was to defuse a Soviet nuclear warhead placed in a blue plastic cow sculpture in the basement of the museum.
Oh, those darned Russian art critics.
September 15, 2008 • 1 Comment
Wendy Brown, a 33-year-old Wisconsin woman, stole her daughter’s ID, enrolled in high school, and joined the cheerleading squad. Her daughter, meanwhile, lived with her grandmother in another state. Apparently the ruse worked up to a point. Although Brown only made it to the first day of classes, she did attend a number of cheerleading activities. The cat left the proverbial bag when a cheque for the uniform bounced.
The motivation for all this was, apparently, that Brown “wanted to get her high school degree and become a cheerleader because she didn’t have a childhood and wanted to regain a part of her life that she’d missed.” She apparently had a history of identity theft.
Perhaps I’m biased because I never wanted to be a cheerleader, but that’s just weird. And sad.
This event does speak to a weird cultural phenomenon—the myth that high school is a peak experience of some kind. Of what? It had a few peaks, but it had its share of valleys, too, just like everything else.
Certainly not worth going to to jail over, not even for the pompoms.