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December 8, 2017
Gifts for the slightly skewed...

Maybe you know someone who missed out on the velvet skulls Target was selling for Halloween (they were awesome and by the time I heard about them they were completely sold out.
But that same friend might adore a pair of velvet skull leggings, also on Etsy. (Seriously, Etsy is everything and to prove it, you can get this really cool skull soap that can be customized for color and fragrance).


Over at Think Geek.com, you can get packets of cricket chips (made from real cricket flour) in three different flavors for just $3.99 for each packet. Think Geek is running a holiday sale with prices slashed up to 70 percent off, so head over for a ton of sciency stocking stuffers.

And then there is the awesome collection of dinosaur figurines that every kid my age used to have. You can get a collection of ten realistically painted dinos for just $16 on Amazon. (And by realitistically colored, I mean that thanks to Jack Horner we now know that they were colorful creatures and not just a green-gray. I have a geology minor and everything I learned about dinosaurs is wrong. So, so, so very wrong.)

Published on December 08, 2017 19:03
New for the TBR pile: Sorry to Disrupt the Peace

Helen Moran is thirty-two years old, single, childless, college-educated, and partially employed as a guardian of troubled young people in New York. She’s accepting a delivery from IKEA in her shared studio apartment when her uncle calls to break the news: Helen’s adoptive brother is dead.
According to the internet, there are six possible reasons why her brother might have killed himself. But Helen knows better: she knows that six reasons is only shorthand for the abyss. Helen also knows that she alone is qualified to launch a serious investigation into his death, so she purchases a one-way ticket to Milwaukee. There, as she searches her childhood home and attempts to uncover why someone would choose to die, she will face her estranged family, her brother’s few friends, and the overzealous grief counselor, Chad Lambo; she may also discover what it truly means to be alive.
A bleakly comic tour de force that’s by turns poignant, uproariously funny, and viscerally unsettling, this debut novel has shades of Bernhard, Beckett and Bowles—and it announces the singular voice of Patty Yumi Cottrell.
I am always DEEPLY skeptical of books that are described as "bleakly comical"' but I trust Katy, so I'm going to check it out.
Published on December 08, 2017 11:38
Holiday Gift Guide--part one
This has been a year of terrible natural disasters, from the hurricanes to the horrifying fires now burning in California to the deadly 7.1 earthquake in central Mexico. and that's not even counting flooding in various parts of the world. Even a little bit of money (what the politicians call "small dollar donations") can go a long way toward helping people who need help.
And because you work hard for your money, you'll want to make sure your money works hard for you. Avoid scamsters. check in with Be Wise to see how your charity stacks up.
California Wildfires
Here's a list the L.A. TIMES published of places you can send help. Here's a more extensive list. An d because L.A. is my second hometown and I place I dearly love, I will donate 100% of the proceeds for every copy of my short story anthology, Just Another Day in Paradise, that I sell for the next six months. Not my royalties, the actual purchase price. (It's only 99 cents.) The cover image is by a firefighter who also takes photographs. The photo was from another of the apocalyptic fires that periodically rage through the area.
Mexico Earthquake
The most powerful earthquake I ever experienced was the Northridge quake of 1994, which had an official magnitude of 6.7, although I've seen estimtes that it was at least a 6.9. The earthquake that hit central Mexico earlier this year was a 7.1. Let that roll around in your head. At 6.7, you actually hear the freight train roar of the earth grinding together. I can't imagine how much more terrifying that sound would be if it were magnified. L.A. was relatively lucky with that quake. A lot of us lost power and water,. There was structural damage all over the city. (A brick building a block from my apartment building SHOOK ITSELF APART. It was pretty scary looking. But Mexico? Not that lucky and they are still in dire need of help.
Here's the New York Times' list of places to send your help. Here's a special GoFundMe page, which has raised 17K (of an admittedly modest $15K goal)
Hurricanes
It's been nearly three months since Hurricane Maria devastated Puerto Rico and the people there are still pretty much on their own. Local agencies have taken up the slack and they desperately need help. Remote Area Medical (RAM) is an organization that's leading the way. Here's Save the Children's Hurricane Maria Relief Fund. Here's an extensive list put together by PBS last month.
And because you work hard for your money, you'll want to make sure your money works hard for you. Avoid scamsters. check in with Be Wise to see how your charity stacks up.
California Wildfires

Mexico Earthquake
The most powerful earthquake I ever experienced was the Northridge quake of 1994, which had an official magnitude of 6.7, although I've seen estimtes that it was at least a 6.9. The earthquake that hit central Mexico earlier this year was a 7.1. Let that roll around in your head. At 6.7, you actually hear the freight train roar of the earth grinding together. I can't imagine how much more terrifying that sound would be if it were magnified. L.A. was relatively lucky with that quake. A lot of us lost power and water,. There was structural damage all over the city. (A brick building a block from my apartment building SHOOK ITSELF APART. It was pretty scary looking. But Mexico? Not that lucky and they are still in dire need of help.

Here's the New York Times' list of places to send your help. Here's a special GoFundMe page, which has raised 17K (of an admittedly modest $15K goal)
Hurricanes
It's been nearly three months since Hurricane Maria devastated Puerto Rico and the people there are still pretty much on their own. Local agencies have taken up the slack and they desperately need help. Remote Area Medical (RAM) is an organization that's leading the way. Here's Save the Children's Hurricane Maria Relief Fund. Here's an extensive list put together by PBS last month.
Published on December 08, 2017 11:20
Shemless Self-Promotion...MISBEGOTTEN

I've been working on the novel-length story in the world for nearly that long and next month--yes, next month--it's finally coming out. It's on preorder for 99 cents and if you like vampires and werewolves who aren't sparkly or tattooed, you might like it.
Published on December 08, 2017 10:31
November 7, 2017
Meet the staff of Meredith Manor Hotel--Moira Donnelly

Moira developed an eating disorder when her father left the family, but with the support of her mother and family friend/physician Dr. Amina Kabli, she is recovering
She is dating Travis Hodges, who has been accepted at MIT (early admission), along with his twin brother Conor.
She is very close to her younger brothers--redheaded twins Ryan and Sean. The boys spend a fair amount of time at the hotel, and everyone there is fond of them. Ryan is convinced that since he's a twin and his sister's boyfriend is a twin that everyone has a twin but only some people are lucky enough to be able to see their twin. This theory will be tested in The Prodigal, a Meredith Manor Hotel novella due out in November 2018)
Moira speaks several languages and serves as an interpreter when the hotel has foreign guests. At the suggestion of Miranda Weston, Peter Meredith has hired her for an internship in the French office of the Meredith family charity, Light a Candle Alliance the summer before her first year of college.
Published on November 07, 2017 22:28
The Book of Joan by Lidia Yuknavitch

The author is clearly talented and this book has garnered lavish praise and it's easy to see why. She has created an elaborate construct for her near-future story with its overtly political message--the villain is a "rage-mouthed" former lifestyle guru-turned unlikely celebrity-turned billionaire-turned politician. Who could that possibly remind us of? The book's prose is quite consciously incendiary--the novel's first words are, "Burning is an art," and much of what comes in the next pages has to do with the delicate art of "grafting," a form of scarification carried out as a medium of communication. (The details are not for the squeamish.)
The author is consciously evoking literary sources, sometimes in ways that are meta deep, as when she names one of the book's livelier characters Trinculo. The character is from The Tempest which is the source of the quote that became the title of that dystopian classic, Brave New World. The narrator is named Christine Pizan, which some readers will recognize as the name of the medieval feminist Christine de Pizan, who wrote The Book of the City of Ladies. That's not a coincidence. So it's all a lot of fun playing literary games with the subtext in this riff on Joan of Arc. But here's why I was disappointed. I actually wanted to see what the author would do with that premise and found that her literary style and lofty ambitions for the material actually got in the way of what might have been a terrific story.
The book succeeds as a literary work but I think a good adventure might have been lost in the shuffle. But reading the rapturous reviews, I'm clearly in the minority.
Published on November 07, 2017 15:03
Such a Sensitive Boy...flash fiction for a cold November day
SUCH A SENSITIVE BOY by Katherine Tomlinson
I wish Devin wasn’t such a sensitive boy, Marla thought as she watched her son happily chow down on a plate of store-bought chocolate chip cookies and a glass of skim milk. The cookies were a rare indulgence, a reward for the good grades he’d brought home on his report card. Marla didn’t want Devin to end up squishy fat like some character on a redneck reality show. (Like his daddy)They didn’t have the money to eat organic, but she kept junk food out of the house as much as she could, trying to steer the boy away from the greasy fried pork rinds his father favored and toward apple chips and veggies with humus. Not that she called it “humus” around Lee, lest it set off a rant about “Ay-rab food.”Her mother-in-law thought she was being mean denying Devin sweets, so whenever the boy went over to his nana’s, Marla felt like she had to search his backpack for contraband when he came home. It annoyed her that Barbara wouldn’t respect her wishes. “It’s my job to spoil my grandbaby,” her mother-in-law always said. “A little love never hurt anyone.” Then she’d give Marla a significant look. “It’s no wonder he such a sensitive boy.”Marla’s husband wasn’t much help. Lee still ate breakfast at his momma’s nearly every morning because she’d make him sausage gravy and biscuits like he liked while Marla and Devin ate yogurt and fruit.Lee had voted for the president who’d won and ever since election night, he’d doubled down on being an asshole, like he was sure any minute a Mexican Muslim was going to show up in Huntsville and take his job as produce manager at the Winn-Dixie. Not that it was much of a job any more. The store had cut his hours last spring and he still wasn’t bringing in a full paycheck.Marla had been an inventory clerk at Redstone Arsenal before she got married, but Lee didn’t want her working “outside the home,” even though they could have used the extra income now that Devin was in middle school and didn’t need so much supervision. “No wife of mine is going to work,” Lee had declared even as he sold off their washer and dryer to cover the rent one especially lean month.Marla hated having to do her laundry over at her mother-in-law’s house.Marla had finally opened a PayPal account and started taking data entry jobs she found on Craigslist. Lee didn’t know about her side hustle and she intended to keep it that wayMoney was a sore spot with Lee. He’d never forgiven her for the time she’d borrowed from an old friend (an old boyfriend) to pay the doctor when Devin broke his foot playing soccer. (At least, that’s what she’d told the doctor.)“You could have just wrapped it up in an ace bandage,” Lee had complained. “It would have been fine.” He’d taken the six pain pills the doctor had prescribed for Devin and sold them. When she asked him about that, he’d denied ever even seeing the bottle and accused her of taking them herself. She’d had to feed the poor kid aspirin dissolved in tequila until it stopped hurting him to walk.Lee had not been sympathetic. “He’s a goddamn little pussy,” he said. And then there was the time with Devin’s appendix.Lee thought the boy was complaining about nothing. “If you don’t quit bellyaching,” he’d said to his son, “I’m going to give you something to cry about.”When Devin woke up screaming in the middle of the night, Marla had taken Lee’s car keys and driven Devin to the emergency room. They’d wheeled him straight into the OR to take out his poisoned appendix and afterwards she’d asked to see it—a swollen piece of spoiled meat that put her off hamburger for a week.Afterwards, one of the nurses had wanted to talk to Marla about all the bruises on Devin’s body and the healed fractures he’d seen on the X-rays. “He’s a clumsy kid,” Marla explained as the nurse looked skeptical. He’d given her a phone number to call if she needed help.“We’re fine,” she said and she was wrong about that but she was right about one thing.Devin was a sensitive boy. Unlike some of the other boys he hung around with, he didn’t enjoy seeing the stray cats suffer—he just liked the killing part. So all he did was hit them on their heads with a hammer.He hardly ever had to do it more than twice.
I wish Devin wasn’t such a sensitive boy, Marla thought as she watched her son happily chow down on a plate of store-bought chocolate chip cookies and a glass of skim milk. The cookies were a rare indulgence, a reward for the good grades he’d brought home on his report card. Marla didn’t want Devin to end up squishy fat like some character on a redneck reality show. (Like his daddy)They didn’t have the money to eat organic, but she kept junk food out of the house as much as she could, trying to steer the boy away from the greasy fried pork rinds his father favored and toward apple chips and veggies with humus. Not that she called it “humus” around Lee, lest it set off a rant about “Ay-rab food.”Her mother-in-law thought she was being mean denying Devin sweets, so whenever the boy went over to his nana’s, Marla felt like she had to search his backpack for contraband when he came home. It annoyed her that Barbara wouldn’t respect her wishes. “It’s my job to spoil my grandbaby,” her mother-in-law always said. “A little love never hurt anyone.” Then she’d give Marla a significant look. “It’s no wonder he such a sensitive boy.”Marla’s husband wasn’t much help. Lee still ate breakfast at his momma’s nearly every morning because she’d make him sausage gravy and biscuits like he liked while Marla and Devin ate yogurt and fruit.Lee had voted for the president who’d won and ever since election night, he’d doubled down on being an asshole, like he was sure any minute a Mexican Muslim was going to show up in Huntsville and take his job as produce manager at the Winn-Dixie. Not that it was much of a job any more. The store had cut his hours last spring and he still wasn’t bringing in a full paycheck.Marla had been an inventory clerk at Redstone Arsenal before she got married, but Lee didn’t want her working “outside the home,” even though they could have used the extra income now that Devin was in middle school and didn’t need so much supervision. “No wife of mine is going to work,” Lee had declared even as he sold off their washer and dryer to cover the rent one especially lean month.Marla hated having to do her laundry over at her mother-in-law’s house.Marla had finally opened a PayPal account and started taking data entry jobs she found on Craigslist. Lee didn’t know about her side hustle and she intended to keep it that wayMoney was a sore spot with Lee. He’d never forgiven her for the time she’d borrowed from an old friend (an old boyfriend) to pay the doctor when Devin broke his foot playing soccer. (At least, that’s what she’d told the doctor.)“You could have just wrapped it up in an ace bandage,” Lee had complained. “It would have been fine.” He’d taken the six pain pills the doctor had prescribed for Devin and sold them. When she asked him about that, he’d denied ever even seeing the bottle and accused her of taking them herself. She’d had to feed the poor kid aspirin dissolved in tequila until it stopped hurting him to walk.Lee had not been sympathetic. “He’s a goddamn little pussy,” he said. And then there was the time with Devin’s appendix.Lee thought the boy was complaining about nothing. “If you don’t quit bellyaching,” he’d said to his son, “I’m going to give you something to cry about.”When Devin woke up screaming in the middle of the night, Marla had taken Lee’s car keys and driven Devin to the emergency room. They’d wheeled him straight into the OR to take out his poisoned appendix and afterwards she’d asked to see it—a swollen piece of spoiled meat that put her off hamburger for a week.Afterwards, one of the nurses had wanted to talk to Marla about all the bruises on Devin’s body and the healed fractures he’d seen on the X-rays. “He’s a clumsy kid,” Marla explained as the nurse looked skeptical. He’d given her a phone number to call if she needed help.“We’re fine,” she said and she was wrong about that but she was right about one thing.Devin was a sensitive boy. Unlike some of the other boys he hung around with, he didn’t enjoy seeing the stray cats suffer—he just liked the killing part. So all he did was hit them on their heads with a hammer.He hardly ever had to do it more than twice.
Published on November 07, 2017 12:37
October 20, 2017
Cover Reveal!! Secrets in the Shadows

Published on October 20, 2017 00:12
October 18, 2017
A review of An Excess Male by Maggie Shen King

Wei-guo, who owns his own fitness business desperately hopes that Wu May-ling will take him on as a third husband but has no idea of just how complicated her relationships are. She's married to brothers Hann and XX and both men have secrets they've shared with her but which could get them sterilized--or even imprisoned--if the government found out.
This is a debut novel from author King and it is spectacular. She tells the story from four different viewpoints, and each voice is beautifully crafted. Along the way there's a generous helping of Chinese custom as well as an overlay of the ponderous bureaucracy of the Communist state, and it all works really well. You can read an excerpt here.
Published on October 18, 2017 17:28
September 28, 2017
United for Puerto Rico

Published on September 28, 2017 14:06
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