Abra Ebner's Blog, page 7

Getting a Brazilian!

I knew that would get your attention...


But... it's not me getting a Brazilian, it's Knight Angels. Just yesterday we began negotiating a contract with a publisher in Brazil to bring the book into the Portuguese language! If all goes well, the book will be available within the next eighteen months in hardcover, paperback, e-book, and most every other form.
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While on the topic of Knight Angels, I want to let everyone know that we are working as hard as we can to get the next book out by the...

The Weekend Adventures of Chandler Bing...

"Mommy, I'm not scared of heights," he says...

I say, "Mr. Bing, I know."
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"Mommy, but I like the cat grass," he says...


I say, "Mr. Bing, I can see that. You killed it."
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"Mommy, I want a nap," he says.

"Thank Goodness," I say.
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"Mommy, Chandler Bing is an idiot..."


"I know, Mr. Wee. I know..." I sigh.
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I Think I'm Turning Japanese? No, I Think I'm Turning French...

Well, at least that's what I've been trying to do for the last week. I don't know, you hear one Diana Krall song and you fall hopelessly end over end into the abyss that is french cafe`...
Allow me to elaborate.
Example One:
I made home-made Demi Glace`
Which requires also making Espagnole sauce...


Takes three hours, mind you...


Example Two:
Then, I took the Demi glace and made these delicious, tender little spare ribs with whipped potatoes, nothing better...


Example Three:Wine
What more can I say...

Do You Goji?

There once was an author who'd opened a bottle of wine and got glued to the new cooking channel. Unbeknown to her, the Food Innovators show came on, and with so many delicious options, and a lack of inhibitions, she began to buy the foods they were talking about on TV!
so cliche!
"Goji cookies!" they said. "Healthy, delicious, and light! The best antioxidant in the world!"


A real sucker for health food, and sweets, the author got especially excited about these cookies, and quick, to her...

Week At A Glance...

Once upon a time, I had a really busy week...
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Six hours of driving got me here, wrapping three-ply TP around my friend to make a wedding dress. It was a competition, and I learned that I should have been a fashion designer...


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After three hours of that and a few Champagne cocktails (ample time letting it wear off) I then got to the Ferry where it took me two hours (including waiting because of the UW Graduation at Safeco Field) to get to Seattle.
Needless to say, I crashed.
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The next day, My...

The Turtle and the Hare...

My feet looked at me and said, "I'm tired of being the turtle!"
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I laughed, sipping on my hot cocoa as my feet were elevated on the couch. "Too bad!" I retorted, though I felt the same way - I was tired of being the turtle, too.
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"Get me some new shoes and I'll show you what we can do," my feet challenged.
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A half smile snaked across my cheek. "But I don't like to run."
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My feet chuckled mockingly. "How would you know if you've never tried? You've always had an excuse, but what you don't realize ...

A Room Fit For A Pixie...

Once upon a time, there was a very lonely room...
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It was a basement room where travelers once stayed, but after the travelers left to find a home of their own, the room sighed with loneliness and longing.
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"I'll fix you!" I exclaimed. "You will be fit for even the pickiest of guests! Even a Pixie!"
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The room frowned, doubtful of my abilities to breathe life back into his lonely walls - his bare, dented being.
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I just shook my head, using the room's doubt to fuel my ambitions.
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All day I...

Furniture Makeover: A Tale of Old Clothes and Quick Fixes

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Why was he staring at me like that? I didn't like it...
I shifted my seat on the deflated couch, trying to turn my gaze away. Frowning, I began typing once more. I didn't get very far before I felt his gaze dig holes in the side of my head. I glanced once again in his direction, his stance solid, determined.
I grumbled. "What do you want?"
He said nothing, just stood there in his stupid green outfit that did him little justice. It was an outfit he'd gotten in the ninties, and it showed.
"I'm...

The Quail Egg and The Garden: A Story of a King

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Growing impatient, Egg fell from the nest, rolling downhill until it came to a rest in a patch of soft grass.
Mother shrieked as she saw Egg roll, fluttering after Egg as branches and vines slapped against her face. "My egg!" she cried. "My egg!"
Father heard Mother and quickly ran from the lawn where he had been snacking, following Mother's voice.
"Mother! Mother! What happened?" Father came upon Mother, the white speckled skin of Egg resting on a bed of old pine needles.
"He rolled right...

Bread Crumbs: If Only Hansel Had Listened To Gretel, Vol. 3

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In the woods, father led us in a direction we'd never been in before. We weaved over broken land and fern filled valleys where trails did not exist. When we'd walked for close to two hours he set us to work gathering kindling while he walked a ways back with his axe in hand. "I will be cutting over here."

I waited until Father disappeared, not able to concentrate on the task I had been given. I heard his axe—Chop. Chop. Chop—the sound cooling my nerves.

He hadn't left...