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Austin--Is hell humid?

Austin Airport Sunday 4:30 PM

The one true thing about all conferences is that just about every writer I know is happy when it's time to go home.

This is true even at a writer-friendly, writer-oriented con like ArmadilloCon.

The programming was interesting and unique. The presenter's diverse. I had my pal Mario there with me. Still, I can't wait to go home.

Now—here's the good stuff. We arrived on Thursday, a day before the official start of the Con to spend the day with Mario's sister, Sylvia. She

Thursday--er--Wednesday

I know I'm a day ahead of schedule, but as I mentioned last week, Mario and I are off to Austin tomorrow morning. Now last night at critique, Mario said he was going to get some of those miniature bottles of liquor to take on the plane so we didn't have to spend drink money. It seemed logical at the time until I realized our flight is at 9 AM.

I think I'm scared.

Anyway, we'll be at ArmadilloCon this weekend--staying at the Doubletree on Friday and Saturday. Give us a call if you're in the area. A

Summer fever

Mario here,
Denver has a bad case of  Cubs fever.  Three games so far and the Rockies are up by two games.  LoDo is crawling with Cubbie fans, to include Lindsey here, who was gracious enough to allow her photo for the blog.

We mentioned it last week, the fabulous Bitten By Books contest for funniest paranormal writer.  The winner by a huge margin, the hysterical (and demented) Mark Henry.  If you like your glamorous zombies served shaken and very stirred, then check out Road Trip of the Living De

More Post Cards

So it's 3:30 in the morning and I can't sleep. Brain is firing on all cylinders so it makes sense to get up and get to it. At least I can get started on this week's blog.

Mario reminded me that Bitten by Books is conducting a poll to determine the funniest UF author. Of course, he's a candidate so go here and vote.

Speaking of Mario— He's working on a proposal for a new series that's the best thing he's done yet. And I don't throw that kind of hyperbole out lightly. I hope it sells because it's a

It's still summer

                 (photo by Kristine Kisky, courtesy of morguefile.com)

Mario here,
August: time for the beach, ice cream, cold beer, and summer reads.  Well, the beach isn't here, unfortunately. You'll have to head out for ice cream and beer (bring us back some!)  But we can help you with the reading.
We'll start close to home with Warren Hammond, author of the KOP future noir series, and fellow member of the Pearl Street Grill critique group.

Warren has decided to blog his twisted insights and dish

Post Cards from the Road - Part One

I'm writing this from one of my favorite places on earth—Cathedral Rock Lodge in Sedona. Back another lifetime ago, my husband and I and our best friend and his partner used to come here to celebrate New Years. The owner, Carol, was accustomed to closing the place for a family gathering but after our first stay, we became part of the extended family and invited to stay.

Times change. Carol retired, my friend's partner died, life sent us on different journeys. This is the first time I've been back

Life is not all sunshine and chocolate

Mario here:

It was somber this week in the Acevedo home. Our dog, Midnight, has gone to the big kennel in the sky. She was sixteen years old. The decision was not easy. She had seizures, kept falling over because of weakening hips, and suffered from worsening incontinence. But it was the bone cancer in her skull that forced us to put her down.

Here's Midnight as a puppy, being chaperoned by our cat Spotty, who is still with us.


Midnight in her prime.


We bought her for $30 from an animal shelter

Winner: What was I thinking?

Mario here:

Jeanne's at ComicCon doing God knows what. San Diego is her stomping grounds so she's probably busy dragging our fellow fantasy authors to the local dives and dens of iniquity and corrupting their pants off. Meaning, Jeanne is too...umm...satiated with adult beverages to blog. So she asked me.

We have a winner. From unseelieme.

Okay, this is my dumbass (and also most humiliating) moment. It was a few summers ago. I was hanging outside scoring a nice tan in shorts & a bikini top. My

The Dog Days

Mario here:
It's July, the middle of summer, and it's been hot.  Denver hot, anyway.  No humidity like Atlanta or nuclear heat like Phoenix.  But hot enough.  Meanwhile, Jeanne is off in San Diego cutting loose at Comic Con.
For those who haven't heard, the Denver Book Mall is closing down.  Ron and Nina Else, proprietors of Who Else! Books and big time supporters of local authors, are moving their wares down the street to the start up Broadway Book Mall.  


Today, I attended their inaugural book si

Why Can't I Sleep?????

Late again—another of those nights when I got about three hours sleep. Lately, I can't seem to sleep through the night. Any suggestions for insomnia? Except the anesthetic drug, Propofol, which is thought to have killed MJ. I don't like needles.

Now, on to the BIG news—my illustrious blog and critique partner was named Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers' Writer of the Year for 2009!!! Let's hear it for Mario. The coronation ceremony was conducted at a picnic last Saturday in a Denver Park. Highlights