Sommer Marsden's Blog, page 128

and out today...

Is Ultimate Uniforms from Xcite. My story involves a rather different kind of uniform. The kind a person might be wearing if they asked "Would You Like Fries With That?" Oddly enough, also the name of my story!

XOXO
Sommer

It's my blogging day at The Self Publishing Revolution

I'm discussing how I broke Smashwords. More than once. Okay, so it just felt like it...

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Sommer

how to confuse your household in under five minutes...

1. Stick your head in boy child's room and say "You're father is out. The moment he gets home I want to go so you can shop. Be ready. Five minutes! Do you hear me!" [he says yes]
2. Go to get dressed.
3. Hear the front door.
4. Continue to get dressed.
5. Hear a knock on bedroom door.
6. Hear "It's just me." Man enters.
7. Keep getting dressed.
8. Have him say, "Hey there, girlie. Where ya going so fast?"
9. Explain last minute begging for chauffeured ride to Xmas shop.
10. Get kissed. Get touched. Get asked "And here I was thinking we could..."
11. Stick your head in boy child's room and say "Um, I forgot I had to do something. But I want to leave in a half an hour! Do you hear me!" [hey says. um...yes?]
12. Get looked at funny by child as you tug door shut (fast!).
13. Get lucky.

Oh, I love to start Saturdays with a bang. Happy weekend.

XOXO
Sommer

I know it's snowing outside...

as we speak, but my new cover makes me feel all warm inside. Or is it just me?

Yay! Coming December 24th to Ellora's Cave. The book, not...never mind. Merry Christmas to me and happy hunkadays! What? Oh. Holidays. Happy holidays.

XOXO
Sommer

You're welcome!

Everyone is giving me fab confessions below. From Shar's Go, You Chicken Fat, Go (horrible, truly) to Aisling's Clap (Um, clap on clap off, not that kind of...nevermind), to Willsin's implanting the Billy Ocean worm in my brain. Oh, and thanks to Cass for restarting us on the Hippo Christmas song (we got so fixated on that song one Xmas I bought boy child a huge stuffed hippo for Xmas). And Emerald's odd Xmas fetish...

But this song...oh this is the mother of all fixation songs. So bad that...well, we put this in each other's head around here. And then we wait for it to pass and then we look at the recent survivor of the Mahna Mahna worm and say...





MAHNA MAHNA!!

You're welcome.

XOXO
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A dirty, dirty secret confession...

I found myself in line at Joanne Fabrics the other day. I found this on the overhead. I found myself...singing it. Yes! Me!



I have the ability--often great--sometimes horrifying--to recall and sing the lyrics to almost every song I've ever heard. The loved, the tolerated and the abhorred. So there I stood in line at Joanne's singing along to Dan Freakin' Fogelberg. Then on the way to the mall (I was Christmas shopping don't ya know) REO Speedwagon came on. Singing, singing, singing--me.

Now I was never ever a fan of REO Speedwagon, but I do know every song of theirs ever played on the radio thanks to my brain. I cannot remember why I went upstairs but I know all the lyrics to Take It On The Run. However...I will cop to being a fan of Dan Fogelberg...Gordon Lightfoot (Gah, get me drunk and get me to sing The Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald) and Harry Freakin' Chapin (Mr. Tanner was a cleaner from a town in the midwest...). So there. I said it. I do not like REO Speedwagon but I know all the words to The Cats in the Cradle by Mr. Chapin (and 30,000 Pounds of Bananas) and Thank God I'm A Country Boy by John Denver (groan). And Rubberband Man by the Spinners...Father and Son by Cat Stevens. Oh gosh. I'm going to stop now...

Now you. You go. Tell me what song is stuck in a head as you unload the dishwasher.

XOXO
Sommer

And it's...

Mainstream with a close second being the non-vamp/were paranormal. And sneaky funny Aisling Weaver said she voted for mainstream because she knew to take a break from it I'd write smut. My god. When did I become so transparent! But she's right.

So off I go, later today. Me and my half done crime novel that I have to yank out in shards and chunks. Looks like there will be a lot of shards and chunks this holiday season. Um...eew? (o_O) You know what I mean.

Speaking of this holiday season...I am nearly done all my shopping/prep (knock wood, throw salt). I am also happy to report that I have yet to hear the Christmas shoe song and it will be a hap-hap-happy fucking holiday if I NEVER EVER DO THIS YEAR! (Santa, that is what I'd like from you. No shoe song)

XOXO
Sommer

Pick a book...Any book...

I'm swimming in ideas and can't decide. And I'm bored. So a poll. I'll run this until I decide I can't stand it anymore.

What's winning then is what I'll go for. Tada!

Now help me! Vote!

Help an author out, I can't decide

Werewolf book (at least one wolf and one vamp)Paranormal (no wolves, no vamps, but so totally not normal)Mainstream (gasp! take a break from erotica and write gritty crime book)Other (don't be lazy, Sommer, dream up another) pollcode.com free polls

It wouldn't be the Christmas season without...

The Hanukkah song! They played it on the radio when I was driving boy child to school this morning. They've been playing this since I was in high school (how did that happen?) and now he gets so stoked to hear it like I always have. So we sang along until we got too close to school and he had to pretend as if he didn't know me.

Now if I could just get them to play Adam Sandler's Mother's Day song on Mother's Day, that would be awesome. Happy Monday, folks. Back to work...

XOXO
Sommer

If the farmers at the market knew what I was thinking...

they might not have sold me their lovely vegs. Then again, they might have given me a discount! The story inspired by some wandering walks through the local farmers' market appears in the lovely Ms. Tyler's book Eat Me out now, now, now! And we all love to eat during the holidays, now don't we?

Include stories by:

Sommer MarsdenShanna GermainAlison TylerSophia ValentiJax Baynard
N.T. MorleyAisling Weaver
Vida BaileyMerry Stanshall

I would say more but my brain is chicken fried and dip dyed. I am frazzled. Girl child tricked me into "running out for a gift" which actually equals Christmas shopping. A quick trip turned into a two hour jaunt. Call me crazy but I much preferred my version of Christmas shopping last night. Leggings, sweats, socks, wine and a sofa. Now that is a merry fucking Christmas. You can keep the insane, mobbed, stores. Eesh!

But I did get fabric. Yay!

XOXO
Sommer
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