Catherine Coulter's Blog: I'm Baaaack!, page 123
April 11, 2014
April 11, 2015
Friday is here again, right in the face -- the 11th of April: Going over gallies for Power Play -- probably all weekend as well. It takes time because you've got to go r-e-a-l slow -- yet, as all of you know, there are still typos/errors in the final book -- And you the reader think are these people lazy? Boobs? idiots? Don't care? Do you know that at the very end of the process another 2 people (called cold readers since they've never seen the book before) read manuscripts before they go into final production? Isn't that amazing? Talk about caring. My own sincerely held belief is this: A typo or mistake manages through special letter magic not to be caught at any point in the process and then it burrows into the page it selects to screw around with and is quickly joined by the only other very very tiny type amongst the 110 THOUSAND words and they breed with great abandon, or not -- go figure. If you have a better explanation, let's hear it --
Last day before really fun Saturday to make your quads, abs and triceps zing -- so stretch, don't rush it, 3-5 minutes, then go for it -- more lunges, crunches, weights (use anything of you don't have free weights, doesn't matter.) Don't forget the two more important things: BREATHE and GO SLOW
Last day before really fun Saturday to make your quads, abs and triceps zing -- so stretch, don't rush it, 3-5 minutes, then go for it -- more lunges, crunches, weights (use anything of you don't have free weights, doesn't matter.) Don't forget the two more important things: BREATHE and GO SLOW
April 10, 2014
April 10, 2014
Tears are sheening the eyeballs -- Thursday 10th April: J.T.'s leaving in two hours -- what an incredible amount we got accomplished, plus being together and having just plain fun, buying clothes since she's off to Paris in a couple of weeks -- Yes, Paris -- she only believes in carry-ons so I can't slip into her luggage unnoticed, I'd get my head smashed by her Doc Martins.
About tons of brain work using scads of calories -- I would very much like to believe it. Yes, I think I will. I mean, why not? Unless all of you really exercised extra for me (since I haven't done anything in 3 days) and magically sent it through the ether to keep me svelte, then the brain is doing it. Not an ounce gained. Imagine this: your brain chomping carbs -- what a wonderful visual.
Okay, I'm with you today, moving those legs on the bike, bearing down for one minutes, then a little lighter, back and forth -- play with your iPad, watch TV, doesn't matter -- JUST MOVE --
About tons of brain work using scads of calories -- I would very much like to believe it. Yes, I think I will. I mean, why not? Unless all of you really exercised extra for me (since I haven't done anything in 3 days) and magically sent it through the ether to keep me svelte, then the brain is doing it. Not an ounce gained. Imagine this: your brain chomping carbs -- what a wonderful visual.
Okay, I'm with you today, moving those legs on the bike, bearing down for one minutes, then a little lighter, back and forth -- play with your iPad, watch TV, doesn't matter -- JUST MOVE --
June 18, 2013
June newsletter
Believe it, it's the fricking middle of the sixth month which makes it smack in the middle of the year and nearly the middle of the decade. Phew.
June 2nd - 9th: The Outer Banks, North Caroline (Duck, to be specific) included 38 large and six small, both large and small were well behaved, happy, always hungry, always fed incredibly well, a different family cooking every night, ranging from Brit Yorkshire pudding to Thanksgiving turkey and dressing, to BBQ pork ribs, pulled pork and chicken, to good old fashioned dogs and burgers to -- well, well, my brain just froze through visualization gluttony. A great week, two days of rain, one thanks to Andrea that pizzled soon after deluging the Outer Banks, namely, our house. Ah, now it's on to next year --
Talk about time out-of-control: I've got three thrillers coming out in two months. First, on the 24th is the paperback BACKFIRE, 16th FBI. (Do you know, I happened to pick it up, not really paying attention, and read a couple of pages and thought, wow, is this good or what! I am not lying.)
On the 9th of July BOMBSHELL, the 17th FBI, makes its hardcover debut dressed in incredible finery. I guarantee it's going to knock your socks off. I am not lying.
Now, are you ready? BADA BOOM. The third thriller is out on September 17th. THE FINAL CUT is the first international thriller in my new series A BRIT in the FBI, written with incredible brain J.T. Ellison. Savich and Sherlock are front and center working with my new English James Bond-esque character, Nicholas Drummond, from New Scotland Yard.
Here's a really cool thing you can do: pre-order all three (or parts thereof), either online or at your local bookstore. When you pre-order, it helps shoot the book high onto the bestseller food chain.
GREAT NEWS: Tim Tebow is now a Patriot. If he's got a real shot as a QB in the NFL, it's the Patriot organization that can give it to him. Bill Belichick is smart. Am I right or am I right?
Happy Summer Solstice -- the night for which the hot tub was created.
June 2nd - 9th: The Outer Banks, North Caroline (Duck, to be specific) included 38 large and six small, both large and small were well behaved, happy, always hungry, always fed incredibly well, a different family cooking every night, ranging from Brit Yorkshire pudding to Thanksgiving turkey and dressing, to BBQ pork ribs, pulled pork and chicken, to good old fashioned dogs and burgers to -- well, well, my brain just froze through visualization gluttony. A great week, two days of rain, one thanks to Andrea that pizzled soon after deluging the Outer Banks, namely, our house. Ah, now it's on to next year --
Talk about time out-of-control: I've got three thrillers coming out in two months. First, on the 24th is the paperback BACKFIRE, 16th FBI. (Do you know, I happened to pick it up, not really paying attention, and read a couple of pages and thought, wow, is this good or what! I am not lying.)
On the 9th of July BOMBSHELL, the 17th FBI, makes its hardcover debut dressed in incredible finery. I guarantee it's going to knock your socks off. I am not lying.
Now, are you ready? BADA BOOM. The third thriller is out on September 17th. THE FINAL CUT is the first international thriller in my new series A BRIT in the FBI, written with incredible brain J.T. Ellison. Savich and Sherlock are front and center working with my new English James Bond-esque character, Nicholas Drummond, from New Scotland Yard.
Here's a really cool thing you can do: pre-order all three (or parts thereof), either online or at your local bookstore. When you pre-order, it helps shoot the book high onto the bestseller food chain.
GREAT NEWS: Tim Tebow is now a Patriot. If he's got a real shot as a QB in the NFL, it's the Patriot organization that can give it to him. Bill Belichick is smart. Am I right or am I right?
Happy Summer Solstice -- the night for which the hot tub was created.
April 18, 2013
April Newsletter, 2013
News date:
Thu, 04/18/2013
News caption:
Come on Cleo, play with me. - Eli Eli sleeps and I stand guard. - Peyton
Thu, 04/18/2013
News caption:
Come on Cleo, play with me. - Eli Eli sleeps and I stand guard. - Peyton
Vol. 555 No. 000
Happy Post Tax Day:
THE FINAL CUT, the first thriller in my new A BRIT in the FBI series, is -- ta da -- completely and utterly and for sure finished and into the publisher. Talk about a great book, and maybe even a great movie -- The hardcover, ebook, audio, hieroglyphic, Sanskrit, maybe even sky-written pub date is September 17th, so mark your calendars and take your pick.
March 11, 2013
March 2013 Newsletter
News date:
Mon, 03/11/2013
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News caption:
I don't put up with no crap - Eli Just a little nap or too - Eli
Mon, 03/11/2013
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News caption:
I don't put up with no crap - Eli Just a little nap or too - Eli
Vol 2 Num. 443
Happy March:
Not quite the Ides of March yet, which of course, was created by Caesar to remind every Roman to get ready to render their taxes unto him by April 15th, or else. Isn't it odd how some things never change?
February 15, 2013
February 2013 Newsletter
News date:
Fri, 02/15/2013
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News caption:
Life is good - Peyton
Look at my chompers and run - Peyton
Fri, 02/15/2013
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News caption:
Life is good - Peyton
Look at my chompers and run - Peyton
Vol. 22 Number 2
February Newsletter, 2013
Happy Valentine's Day: How's this for a gift: choice of show times at the theater to see Bruce Willis's new movie, It's a Good Day to Die Hard. (Am I good, or what? Yes, I know it's important to be the one to actually fork over cash for the tickets and popcorn.)
January 18, 2013
January 2013
Happy Post Mayan Apocalypse:
We're still cursing when the alarm clock jerks us right out of a really cool dream, we're still chowing down our Cheerios, still out there earning enough moolah to feed the cats. THIS IS ALL A GOOD THING. So far so good --
GREAT NEWS: The 49ers vs. Falcons and the Patriots vs. Ravens this weekend. In other words, we have my two favorite teams duking it out with the birds. May we see the feathers fly.
BOMBSHELL: Now, to the 17th FBI thriller out this summer: Not only am I putting in all the finishing touches on this wild and wonderful thriller, I'm also priming your respective pumps for the first thriller -- THE FINAL CUT -- in the new series, A Brit in the FBI, starring DCI Nicholas Drummond of Scotland Yard. THE FINAL CUT -- now what does that mean, you ask? Think big and sparkly and extraordinarily famous. So I'm still monkeying around a bit with BOMBSHELL to get you eager for THE FINAL CUT, but it's nearly ready for lift-off.
My brain hurts. I need a new motherboard or just maybe some additional RAM to inject between my ears. Thank goodness for J.T. Ellison, who has massive amounts of RAM and a renowned motherboard.
THE FINAL CUT: I can't give you an exact publication date yet, probably in September. Of course Savich and Sherlock are in THE FINAL CUT and they are working with Nicholas.
Guess what? I'm heading to the Pro Bowl in Honolulu, something I've always wanted to do.
Everyone come by my Facebook page, lots of fun and up-to-date information!
Facebook.com/catherinecoulterbooks
We're still cursing when the alarm clock jerks us right out of a really cool dream, we're still chowing down our Cheerios, still out there earning enough moolah to feed the cats. THIS IS ALL A GOOD THING. So far so good --
GREAT NEWS: The 49ers vs. Falcons and the Patriots vs. Ravens this weekend. In other words, we have my two favorite teams duking it out with the birds. May we see the feathers fly.
BOMBSHELL: Now, to the 17th FBI thriller out this summer: Not only am I putting in all the finishing touches on this wild and wonderful thriller, I'm also priming your respective pumps for the first thriller -- THE FINAL CUT -- in the new series, A Brit in the FBI, starring DCI Nicholas Drummond of Scotland Yard. THE FINAL CUT -- now what does that mean, you ask? Think big and sparkly and extraordinarily famous. So I'm still monkeying around a bit with BOMBSHELL to get you eager for THE FINAL CUT, but it's nearly ready for lift-off.
My brain hurts. I need a new motherboard or just maybe some additional RAM to inject between my ears. Thank goodness for J.T. Ellison, who has massive amounts of RAM and a renowned motherboard.
THE FINAL CUT: I can't give you an exact publication date yet, probably in September. Of course Savich and Sherlock are in THE FINAL CUT and they are working with Nicholas.
Guess what? I'm heading to the Pro Bowl in Honolulu, something I've always wanted to do.
Everyone come by my Facebook page, lots of fun and up-to-date information!
Facebook.com/catherinecoulterbooks
January 16, 2013
January 2013 Newsletter
News date:
Wed, 01/16/2013
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News caption:
Artist's Model. -- Cleo Ain't nobody gonna take my banana. -- Cleo
Wed, 01/16/2013
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Artist's Model. -- Cleo Ain't nobody gonna take my banana. -- Cleo
January 2013
vol. 3 number 17
Happy Post Mayan Apocalypse:
We're still cursing when the alarm clock jerks us right out of a really cool dream, we're still chowing down our Cheerios, still out there earning enough moolah to feed the cats. THIS IS ALL A GOOD THING. So far so good --
GREAT NEWS: The 49ers vs. Falcons and the Patriots vs. Ravens this weekend. In other words, we have my two favorite teams duking it out with the birds. May we see the feathers fly.
December 18, 2012
December Newsletter 2012
News date:
Tue, 12/18/2012
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News caption:
The whale swallowed me on Christmas - Eli Where's The elf? - Peyton
Tue, 12/18/2012
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News caption:
The whale swallowed me on Christmas - Eli Where's The elf? - Peyton
Vol. 21 No. 12
Friday the 21st is 'put up or shut up' time. The ancient Mayans either forecasted our doom in three days time or they simply ran out of calendar rocks. The earth either splits apart and hurls all of us hither and yon or we are frantically buying our last Christmas presents, and praying to the God of Pity that our giftees like them.
Happy Holidays!
Friday, the 21st, is 'put up or shut up' time. The ancient Mayans either forecasted our doom in three days time or they simply ran out of calendar rocks. The earth either splits apart and hurls all of us hither and yon or we are frantically buying our last Christmas presents, and praying to the God of Pity that our giftees like them.
I picture one lone Mayan standing high atop a big honker pyramid, hands cupped around his mouth, shouting, "Sorry, suckerrrrs, you're gone on 12/21/2012!" Another Mayan (this one's bald) sits back on his golden throne, wisely nods his head, points his finger, and says, "Make it so."
The thing is, though, if the ancient Mayans were able to forecast the end of time, this means they had BIG BAD magic. I ask you, who on earth then could ever take them out? Surely not Spanish hooligans who didn't even bathe, and had only horses and guns with one bullet? I mean, no magic there. Sprinkle in nasty European diseases -- bodda bing badda boom -- and the ancient Mayans were gone.
So, when (and if) you wake up on the 21st, lie there a moment, maybe stretch a bit, and say aloud, "Carpe diem." Now get yourself dressed and go shopping. Most of all, have fun and be grateful we're all still tethered to the lovely earth.
Merry Christmas!
Catherine Coulter
I picture one lone Mayan standing high atop a big honker pyramid, hands cupped around his mouth, shouting, "Sorry, suckerrrrs, you're gone on 12/21/2012!" Another Mayan (this one's bald) sits back on his golden throne, wisely nods his head, points his finger, and says, "Make it so."
The thing is, though, if the ancient Mayans were able to forecast the end of time, this means they had BIG BAD magic. I ask you, who on earth then could ever take them out? Surely not Spanish hooligans who didn't even bathe, and had only horses and guns with one bullet? I mean, no magic there. Sprinkle in nasty European diseases -- bodda bing badda boom -- and the ancient Mayans were gone.
So, when (and if) you wake up on the 21st, lie there a moment, maybe stretch a bit, and say aloud, "Carpe diem." Now get yourself dressed and go shopping. Most of all, have fun and be grateful we're all still tethered to the lovely earth.
Merry Christmas!
Catherine Coulter
I'm Baaaack!
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