K.Z. Snow's Blog, page 41

TMI from CF

In my books, as opposed to Snowflake's books, the lucky lickalicious heroine, Cassie, wakes up beside several naked Olympic athletes whose overall good looks, hungedness, and stamina make them more deserving of gold medals than any performance in any stupid so-called sport. (And I mean medals so dazzling, they'll crisp your damned eyeballs.) All Cassie has to do is move one toe, and they're on her like a ring of fire-eyed convicts. I mean, this is some seriously hot shit.

The sex is so good i...

Thanks to Dark Diva Reviews

For this. From Helen of Sydney (yes, the one way down there). For The Prayer Waltz.

I wouldn't have known this existed if it weren't for the Dreamspinner authors' group, so I thank them as well. (Google hasn't been too alert.)

There was one thing in particular Helen said that really touched me, because it was exactly the kind of reaction I was hoping for: "I felt a kind of peace settle around me as I finished the book." Reader reactions don't get much better than that for a story with a quiet v...

Mad City Coup

The Chazen Art Center in Wisconsin's capital city (oh, and what a seething cesspool of progressivism it is -- heh!) recently purchased this sculpture. I'm afraid I couldn't copy the pic. You'll have to look at the fourth image in the slideshow to get the full hurray-for-tolerance impact of the work:

http://www.channel3000.com/slideshow/news/22937148/detail.html

Not bad for a city of approximately 224,000 people, huh? Madison is so liberal, I'm surprised the Fundies haven't bombed it off the...

Book Publication 101

Mobry's Dick has pretty much finished going through its editing and proofreading phases at Loose Id. (Never, anywhere, have I seen such a thorough process. That company does not cut editorial corners.) Release is still scheduled for May 18.

I figure MD will pan out to around 67k words, which will make it my longest book since InDescent. I'm afraid I can't come up with an accurate page count, since that will be determined by final formatting and those various and sundry electronic versions...

The most overused cover models . . .

. . . can't beat the appearances of certain words in book titles.

I began noticing this with the word wicked. It seemed to turn up in titles more than Jehovah's Witnesses on doorsteps -- because, I guess, we wimmins are supposed to get all shivery in the chacha at the thought of baaaaad menz. (I'm here to tell you, I was married to an asshole, and he was shiver-worthy only in the most unpleasant ways.) Of course, there are a few notable exceptions to the shivery-chacha rule, like Ginn Hale's a...

Joke from Jerry II

I feel I should be pimping something -- my scintillating self and my highly anticipated releases in particular **cough** -- but we all know how good I am at that. So in lieu of high-powered pimpage, I decided to post another Joke from Jerr, one of my friends in low places.

The Old Man and the Beaver

An 86-year-old man went to his doctor for his quarterly check-up. The doctor asked him how he was feeling, and the old man said,"Things are great! I've never felt better. I now have a...

You all are going to get SO sick of me.

Well. Color me flabbergasted.
I just heard from my editor at Loose Id that Mobry's Dick will be released May 18 instead of the original June 22. That means three releases in three months, not four, which was amazing enough. These buggers are going to have to grow some legs, though, because after May, I got plenty of nothin' coming up.

What a weird business . . .

Coming April 14 from Dreamspinner

Click on post title. (Well, you don't have to, but if you're interested...)

Wren's Consolation

Wouldn't that make a great title for a piece of erotica?

Wren, trust me, you'd rather deal with a small, temporary dermatological drumlin than this:

*sigh* I need to start shopping for longer coats.

But the only other alternative is this:

OMG, Another Wiener!

So I wrote down the names of all my gracious visitors at the DSP blog yesterday (thank you all for stopping by with your well wishes; they meant a lot to me!) One line, one name, no extra listings for Tam and Chris, in spite of their valor in staying the course. (Hugs, though!) Then I put the paper on the living room floor. I couldn't do a chicken drop -- raccoons have dispatched every chicken we've ever kept -- but I could do the dog toenail punch, which is way more amusing than JLA poking a...