K.Z. Snow's Blog, page 38

Got a kick out of this.

Ha!

What really tickles me is that the book (admittedly used, which makes this a legit sale) has two bids with four days left to go on the auction. Click on the post title to go to the actual eBay page.

I'm always amused when I show up on eBay. :-)

And the WTF? Award goes to ...

Elton "Money Trumps Principles" John and gay basher/right-wing ranter extraordinaire, Rush Limpbag and his young-enough-to-be-the-daughter new wife.

But hey, who's counting?

'Cause we all know the exclusively hetero institution of marriage is SACRED, even if you're wedding the *cough* fourth gold-digger who's willing to overlook the fact you're a lunatic sack of lard.

WTG, Elton. Hope your husband is proud of you.

And the WTF award of the month goes to . . .

+ Elton "Money Trumps Principles" John and gay basher/right-wing ranter extraordinaire, Rush Limpbag and his young-enough-to-be-the-daughter new wife. (But hey, who's counting? 'Cause we all know the exclusively heterosexual institution of marriage is SACRED -- even if you're wedding the *cough* fourth gold-digger who's willing to overlook the fact you're a lunatic sack of lard.)

Ferdachrissakes. Now I've seen everything.

A truly fond farewell . . .

To one of the best Internet book-review sites EVER -- highly literate but never pretentious, often full of gentle humor, and always fair.
(Okay, so I forked out a small fortune in bribes over the past couple of years, but I consider it money well spent.)
So here's to "Well Read" and a smart, kind, unassuming lady from Leeds. (Sorry, no spicy cookies this time. A sweet one seems more appropriate.) I'm keeping it on my Favorites list; even inactive, it belongs there.

Mongrels and Mystics? A WIP Snip.

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For Fanule Perfidor, the city was too close. Lying just to the west, that packed jumble of flaking bricks, weathered clapboards, and belching chimneys was a gritty distraction. Fanule sensed the pulse of life there. When the mania seized him, as it had tonight, he craved the city's humid crush of bodies, the revelry that made them sweat and steam.

Wind...

Wowzers!

Not official yet, but . . . . . . . .

This is from Liquid Silver's megatalentedChristine Griffin.

And while you're here, I have a favor to ask:Could somebody PLEASEclick on the post title andleave me a message in the forums?("Hi" will do.)

My listing is slipping off the page againbecause nobody's posted to it.

:-(

I'm sorry for the delay.

Not only do I dislike being boastful, but I really have been immersed in my steampunk WIP. It feels good -- a wonderful antidote to PETTI (Prolonged Exposure to the Internet). Anyway, as many of you know, a certain Reviewer Extraordinaire recently gave me one of these:




So I'm blowing it.

Because it's way better than getting one of these:

(If you have no clue what I'm talking about, click on the post title. I'm not going to expound. It makes me too self-conscious.)

Love you, Jen.

(And a note to...

Why I Love My Internet Pals

Because they send me things like this when I really need things like this (compliments of Chris):


And because they invite me to participate in their demented schemes.

And because they often say nice things, privately and publicly, when I desperately need to hear nice things.

And because if I whine about wanting to see something, I usually get to see it. (No, I'm not showing you the wet men I got for my birthday. I want to keep them slick with water, not drool.)

And because they keep me in my plac...

Why I Love My Internet Buddies

Because they send me things like this when I really need things like this (compliments of Chris):


And because they invite me to participate in their demented schemes.

And because they often say nice things, privately and publicly, when I desperately need to hear nice things.

And because if I whine about wanting to see something, I usually get to see it. (No, I'm not showing you the wet men I got for my birthday. I want to keep them slick with water, not drool.)

And because they keep me in my plac...

I interrupt this release . . .

To remind everybody to go here and do what you're told. Because Kris is rapidly turning into the Wicked Witch of the South.


Now, for some miscellaneous news items:

A reader on Dreamspinner's Facebook page threw quite the complimentary hissy fit about wanting Jude in Chains available in print. I was very flattered. Alas, since it's a novella this will never be. But I did sort of mention that if DSP coupled Jude with The Prayer Waltz, they'd have a print-size volume. Heh.
My new steam-punkish WIP...