It's been one of those weeks.

I've been bad and not updated, but fact is, I was feeling pretty crappy about a number of things and would only have brought y'all down. But today is the start of a new week, so here's wishing for it to be a bit more upbeat.

I've been plugging along on RSCF's expansion. I think I've come up with a workable solution to my do they/don't they dilemma. Shock and awe is great, and I was thinking the 'OMG what did we do' morning after might be the thing, but somehow that's not what I wrote, lol! I think for these guys they need to work themselves towards the final act, so to speak :D. Hubby is off to see Cape Canaveral with his friend from England today, so who knows, with the house to myself I might just get to that last scene today.

Would be nice to see it completed, as I've not quite felt like I've got much done lately. Which is odd - I finished FWB (which finally got through to EC with a little help, yay!), and I finished Accidentally Were? before that (tentatively a Early Nov release), and I'm working well at finishing RSCF ... but these were all stories I'd started earlier in the year and were bound and determined to finish. Maybe thats it, I've not really started anything new ... though I do have some plans afoot!

Sweatin' away...

And it's not just the heat outside.

I slacked off horribly the week before, but this week I piled on nearly 7k on RSCF. I'm hoping that by the end of today I'll have 8, but we shall see. Kiddo has some homework that needs to be done yet.

Now, I've just got to figure out if one of my leads is going to have a crisis after his first kiss with a man, or if they're going to go all the way then he's going to to get all conflicted. Decisions, decisions!

Crunch, crunch ...

Kiddo is back in school, I'm left with the sound of the AC blowing, way too many computers running (but its a soothing noise), and crunch... what the f--?

It seems that Chicken (our kitten, who's now getting to be more of a cat) has declared war on the lizard population of our backyard, and thinks it's great fun to lord her victory over the plebeian gecko masses by proudly decimating their limp carcasses -- except for their heads -- right beside me.

Ewww!

Crunch, Crunch, Crunch ...

So many ideas, not enough time

Or at least not enough patience to sit and get them done with out letting my add tendencies get the better of me and start blog surfing.

I've had a couple of ideas on the back burner, yet I looked up a couple of outlines I'd done ages ago and wondered WhyTF I haven't done anything with them? They are good ... but I can't seem to work too well on multiple WIP. WIP and edits are not a problem, but I'm failing at having 2-3 WIP going at the same time.

So at the moment I have this great dark menage story that I really have to sit down and start editing - its going from short story length to novella/novel length. Great twisty stuff where it starts off as a mfm menage but ends up as a mmf menage, tortured type hero, whimsical heroine, hero with the wastrel family. As it stands its a mfm, so I've got lots of work to do.

Then I've always had a plan to follow up AW with another story, one where the pack alpha, gets together with the much younger goth chick. How bad is this: I emailed my editor, who snapped up AW quick, to see if she'd like to see a second story land on her eDesk. Can you tell I'm procrastinating on that editing? To RS,CF's detriment she didn't poo-poo the idea. Bugger. Turns out that its not just Rob and Shauns story, but lookie here theres a studly vampire by the name of Jakov Peter (I resisted I didn't call him Peter Jakov!), hmmm ... and 850 words into my first scene a ghost called Gertruda has just popped up - I think I could really have fun with this story.

Then I have this trio of stories about eBay, and a story of a pair of peeping toms (which might work for the Brava contest if I pull finger), and ... too damn many idea's I tell you!

I forgot the good news ...

I'll soon be able to add another one of these:


to that sidebar over there ------->

I really must get around to making a generic one that fits in with my site. I've got the skillz, must. use. them.

Counting down, and a giveway. . .

Final proofreader edits went back early this morning (in ePublishing deadlines tend to be a lot closer to publication than in print), so I can put the cap back on the Tums and party like it's my Birthday ... oh, wait! It is! Well, on Friday that is. I'll be the ripe old age of 34.

So in honor of my birthday I'm giving away Tea for Three mouse pad and some goodies of the chocolaty persuasion. Perfect for sitting down and reading your favorite eBooks with!

Email me, using the address in my profile, with the names of the names of the three lead characters of Tea for Three (hint: you don't have to look far, or hit my main website) by Sunday 27th May, midday, and my 7yr old will scientifically choose a winner from the entrants.

13 Places not to get it on

Being an author and all, you have to come up with new and surprising venues for your characters to get down and dirty in. So I thought a list of places that would just be plain nasty to have sex in (versus good places to have nasty sex) might be a good list...

1. Gas Station Toilets - sorry, I don't care how hot to trot the two of you are - eek, Nasty germ alert!
2. On top of the frozen marble stone at Cold Stone Creamery (insert your local mix-in icecream shop) - No way, that marble is COLD, and I don't want to have to be unsticking my lady bits when they get frozen to the marble! Way too Dumb and Dumber for me!
   
3. Plastic Outdoor Chairs - There is a reason these things are cheap - they don't last long before they turn brittle, and your man really doesn't want a passel of plastic chips poking out his backside like a hedgehog! True story - hubby had a big (his emphasis not mine, the wuss!) knee operation. Showering was difficult, so we put one of the smaller plastic outdoor chairs in the shower stall so he could sit down and wash. Bad move - when that thing broke, it went with a big bang, and a girly shriek as hubbys prostrated leg went up, and his ass went down leaving the chair somewhere on his head.
4. Gloryholes both fascinate and scare me - you're placing a lot of trust in someone not to be standing there with a pair of hedgeclippers or a cokebottle...
5. Grandma's Bed - unless grandma is dead and buried...ewww...that's worse than doing it in your parents bed (though face it, who hasn't made out on Mum and Dad's bed - it's some sort of teenage rite of passage or something)
6. Office sex = good, Cubicle sex = bad. Can you imagine it, you're banging away like a dunny door in the wind (such a poetic turn of phrase there), then WHAM, one stray hand knocks a wall, which knocks a wall, which knocks a wall...cubicles, the dominoes of officeland just waiting for the right nudge to get them started toppling.
7. Church steps - I really don't think this would go down well in romanceland (and on this, bloggers, I speak from experience)
8. I've always wondered if you can fit two in one of those 'surprise birthday cakes'. That really would be a surprise for the groom if that bad baby came down and all you got to see was a naked hairy butt with the strippers legs wrapped around it!
9. I think drycleaners could be a bit of a dodgy place to try getting it on - imagine if something caught caught in one of those steam presses - it would definitely give new meaning to being flat out horny!
10. The sea. Of course love scenes in the ocean were around way before 9 1/2 weeks, but have you ever thought further than the waves pushing you gently/crashing you against one another, heightening your experience? Sand...phsaw... I'm thinking of slightly larger orifice invaders (tentacle sex anyone?), what about jellyfish, could you imagine a jellyfish sting on your hooha?
11. Vet sex has always been suspicious - with all those twigs and berries running around, I'm sure some cat has taken a swipe somewhere along the way. Didn't you read the signs, sir? Don't place any appendages in the cage, the animals have a tendancy to bite!
12. On a fence - well, one partner on a fence anyway. Again another personal experience (though not sexual) sitting on the top rail of a post and rail fence gets way tricky when you're drunk, unlike cats, humans don't have the ability to land right side up!)
13. Where your kids can catch you - eh, another true story. Playing horsey-rides has never been the same since...
    

Soooo....whaddya think?

I swear that must be the most cringed at sentence in any language, well except for 'you can't get pregnant the first time...'.

I'm not much of a group joiner. It's not that I'm anti-social or anything like that, I'm just a few good friends type of girl versus an everybody's friend type person. So I have one or two authors I chat with a little, a few people (some authors some not) that I regularly comment on their blogs etc, but in general I'm clueless as to all the hullabaloo behind the scenes of writing.

Thus far I've not been a writer who has a cp/cp group that she consults through the process(I didn't know what they were till about 8mths ago). I have asked a couple of authors of acquaintance if they would give something new a read and tell me what they think, but not necessarily very in depth, but I think it's time I found myself a cp that I can call on often to vet a scene for me.

But how do I go about this? I understand there are groups - but I don't know if large volume is going to be a good thing for me. One or two people - maybe writers, or maybe a writer and an experienced reader to get both points of view - would be more my style. How do I find them?

Is it as simple as putting up a want ad here at my blog?

Eager, responsible critique partner needed. Grammar Queen (cause mine sucks), sense of humor essential, ability to read faster than a flying cursor with an ability to render useful, sensical advice.

LOL, any takers anyone? Or, indeed, some good advice on what crit groups are worth it?

Making Out is available now

I'm running a wee bit behind today. With the bathrooms finished bar the paint, we needed to get on with the last of the flooring, so I've dragged my aches and pains to the computer a lot later than I had planned!

All the links for Making Out will now take you to a fully functioning book listing at Loose Id so make sure to nip over and nab a copy!

Now me, my sore neck, my gimpy hip and aching hamstring are off to bed!

Since y'all have been so good with helping me out...

Here's a little unedited excerpt:

McCabes2 (c) Anne Douglas 2007

Striding down the steps he turned toward the side lot, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets as he went, trying to ward off the chill. Half way to the corner he heard an out of place noise coming from the direction of the car parked away from every one else.
Well, hell -- warm bed or investigate? Curiosity won out. Walking over to the car, he wondered just what he was getting himself in for. After all, this is what all those internet scam spams were all about -- strange sounds in parking lots just before you get smashed round the head with a two-by-four, or chloroformed and kidnapped by Zimbabwean billionaires wanting to give you 25% if you will only pretty please give them your bank account details.
“Huh, must have been a cat.” Hi voice sounded eerie in the nearly empty parking lot and sent a shiver down his spine. Satisfied that he must have heard a stray animal he turned to leave, but heard the noise again -- a voice, definitely not an animal yowling.
“Please… help me…my baby girl.” The voice faded, becoming faint and hard to hear.
Shit. Had a woman been trying to get to the house but collapsed? Coming around the front of the car his question was answered -- rather unpleasantly.
“Holy shit!” A woman lay crumpled on the ground. A he rushed over he could see she had been badly beaten. Her face was a mass of cuts, her arm was at an odd angle -- she was doing her best to cradled it with her torso.
Kneeling down beside her broken body David reached out to her, pulling back when she drew back in fear.
“I’m not going to hurt you. But I'm going to have to... Oh Hell!” She had slumped into a faint. Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed 911 while trying to find a pulse in the woman’s neck. It beat strongly despite her weak condition.
Feeling sleazy for having to touch her so intimately after all that she had already been through, he ran his hands over her stomach. She had talked about a baby, but with her bulky clothes and generous shape he couldn’t see any obvious signs of pregnancy. David hoped that if she was only in the first few months the beating was not going to cause a miscarriage.
“I’m sorry to do this to you, lady, but while you’re out I'm going to take you inside until the paramedics get here.” David wondered why he was talking to himself -- the woman was out of it, it wasn’t like she could hear him.
The woman seemed average in height from what he could tell with her crumpled on the ground, and she looked like she might be of mixed blood, Hispanic at a guess. Her clothing was bulky, but even though she looked to carry more weight than she should she wore it well. Still, she would look small beside his bulk. Alarm bells were ringing, as he felt strangely protective of the beaten woman -- since he didn’t even know her name, let alone anything else, the sentiment was confusing.
Running an arm under her shoulders and another under her knees, leaving her damaged arm cradled to her chest, he lifted her into his arms. Her head fit just nicely under his chin, and somehow despite the sickening reality of the situation, felt like it was a perfect fit. A wayward part of his anatomy stirred that shouldn’t considering the situation. Jesus you are a sick bastard McCabe, your Jonesing over a woman half beaten to death -- you really need to get out more and get laid.
Trying not to jostle her too much, David strode to the house and banged on the door, ringing the bell, trying to get someone’s attention.
“Josie!” Anxiety tinted his voice and it annoyed him. He was always the calm and collected one. “Josie! It’s David. I need you to open up, I found a woman in the parking lot, and she’s been beaten.”
Josie pulled the door open with a crash, horror on her face as she saw the broken body in his arms. “Damn! Bring her in here, David. There’s a bed in the first room on the right.” Josie relocked the door so quickly it sounded like the sharp staccato of gunshots. She followed him into the room, watching him as he gently laid the woman on the bed.
“I called the paramedics from the parking lot, they should be here soon. Her arm’s definitely broken. She was awake for a few moments but blacked out again just after I found her.” He didn’t want to say how close he’d come to walking away and not finding her. David knew he had to let Josie look at the woman’s injuries, but couldn’t bring himself to step aside. Despite the damage, a gentle beauty shone through. She looked so fragile, like she had been broken and thrown away like a useless toy. Something inside ached at the thought of someone treating anyone so callously.
Elbowing David out of the way Josie got her first real glimpse of the woman.
“Sweet Jesus!” Josie’s cry and gasp of breath brought his head up. “Oh my God, it’s Kate.” Josie turned to David, face blanched white with fear. “Where’s Ginny?”

From yesterdays 13...

Here are the front runners:

Chrysalis take the top spot with 11 votes
Just Breathe, 2nd with 9
To Spite the Past, Bruised Pasts, Broken Pasts, 3rd with 4 each
Despite the Past, Telling Truths and Future Song with 2
Learning to Breathe with 1

And last, a suggestion of Bruised Truths, which is a title I rather like! I also have an addition for the list - Jaded Pasts.

So, I know I asked everyones opinion yesterday, but here's the short list:

1. Chrysalis
2. Just Breathe
3. Bruised Truths
4. Jaded Pasts

You know what to do, leave an opinion in the box!

13 Titles to choose from

I still haven't been able to make a decision.

Here' a rough blurb on McCabes 2:

Finding a woman beaten and broken in a dark parking lot wasn't the way David McCabe expected his night to end. It wasn't the way Kate had expected her night to go, either - beaten by an angry, vicious husband of one of the women she had helped at Liberty Haven one of the areas Women's Refuge. She also didn't expect to wake up in the hospital with a stranger holding her daughter, telling her she had no option but to go with him - not after everything she'd fought to be free of.

Can two bruised hearts let go of the past and make a new future?


Here are the new front runners, what do y'all think? My Front runners are marked with an *

1. To Spite the Past **
2. Despite the Past
3. Chrysalis **
4. Telling Truths **
5. Surviving the Past
6. New Day
7. Tough Love
8. Just Breathe **
   
9. Bruised Pasts **
10. Bruised Pasts Collide
11. Learning to Breath
    
12. Future Song
13. Broken Pasts **

A new week

I was hoping that the renovations on the bathrooms would be finished last week, but it looks like (since they have been gone half the day) there will be no end in sight till at least Wednesday.

Sigh.

I had really been hoping to be getting my life back today. Instead kiddo is home sick, the contractor has been, but gone again, and I haven't written a word on McCabes 2 today. I did manage around 4k at the end of last week, and I'm working on getting to a point where the new content merges back into part of the old. Once I'm finished I think I'll be looking at approx 40k, not to shabby all things considered, it might be more depending on where the story takes me. I also managed about 1k of the start of McCabes 3.

I'm glad I got a chance to write a short story based on Matt, Brian and Jo from Persuading Jo, it whet my appetite for knuckling down and getting the McCabe stories done.

Now if only I had a nice, new, finished bathroom to write them in!

Been busy this week

The contractors have been in turning this:

Into this:

Obviously they aren't finished but come Monday/Tuesday it should all be ready for me to paint. I have a few things to hunt out this weekend to finish this room off, and the electrician to do the new lights, but finally, NO PINK! (And yes that is a bleach splotched towel - stupid summer thunderstorms that knock out the power just as you put the washing machine on!).

On the writing front, Persuading Jo fans are going to be getting a little somethin' somethin' in the not too distant future. Can't say anymore, but if your not already join up to the Loose Id Community Loop, or become an Idbit - there is some happenings a...well...going to be a happening. The community loop is a general chat group where you will find authors lurking about, whereas Idbits is a newsletter only group, direct from Loosey's mouth. The one thing this has done is light a fire under my arse to get McCabes 2 finished. I think I have figured out where/what I'm changing. Now just to get it on paper!

Okay, now I'm going to wrap hubby in something besides sweaty gym clothes and drag him down to the Apple Store - I'm getting tired of being strapped to this desk. I like writing in other places because I keep feeling guilty - like I need to sew when I'm sitting in my 'room'. Anyone want to make me some yo-yo's?

Hey, there's a competition in that - if you know what a yo-yo is in relation to sewing, leave a comment and a link to a photo of a yo-yo, and I will make a random drawing for a copy of Position Vacant for a lucky commentor on Sunday (2/25) night! Oh, and since the first person with the correct answer will clue everyone in, everyones links have to be different!

If you can leave a url to a photo of you actually making a yo-yo, I'll give you 5 bonus points.

Interview

I was recently contacted for an interview by Ambrose Musiyiwa who writes for Leicester Review of Books, and also Conversations with Writers and Blogcritics.

Please pop over and have a read!

Direct link to my interview at Leicester Reviews

This is the first time I've been interviewed. This is turning into a nice week writing wise, with the P&E poll and this interview coming out!

Preds & Ed's Readers Poll for 2006

Preditors and Editors have posted the results of their 2006 Readers poll.

Persuading Jo was entered in the Category: Electronic Romance Novel and finished 4th overall. And in the Category: Author pages I finished 7th equal!

I guess this means that I can flash around one of these :) :

I guess this is where I'm supposed to give one of those stuttering Oscar speeches thanking my cat for her constant company while I'm writing, and my husband for being kind enough to by me a laptop then not complain to much when 10mths later I want to trade it in for a new mac laptop instead, and my sister for kindly telling me "this paragraph is a load of shite" and "oooh, this bits good!", and my editor for putting up with all my seriously wacked diva tantrums and tears (seriously, you know thats sarcasm right...I'm so not the queen of Diva...well except when hubby hasn't put out all the rubbish bags yet again - I mean whats so fucking hard about going arund the house emptying the rubbish bins and the fridge from things that jump out and try grab you?).

Oops, sorry B that was a bit of one of those run on sentances you keep telling me off for.

Anyway, isn't that cool beans? Oops, and before I forget - Loose Id, thank you so very much for publishing me! Can't have any of those horrid rumors going around that we are on rocks and about to divorce because I forgot you in my acceptance speech. But then again, I was only a top ten finalist not number one so the tabloids probably wouldn't give a shite anyway!

Seriously, everyone that I nagged begged politely asked to vote for me, thankyou!

It's only Tuesday? sigh...

It's been along week already. Kids do that to you when you are left in limbo worrying about them. But, at least we have some diagnosis', now we can get help. It sucks being a writer and voracious reader with a kid who has troubles reading.

On a totally different note, did you notice Denise Rossetti popped in in the post about Tailspin? Gimme a fangurl squee everybody!! Seriously, I don't recommend books to people because I always end up disappointing them (blame it on too many art house movie appreciation classes, I just get stuff others necessarily don't), so for me to wax lyrical it's got to be good.

Plus us Southern Hemisphere chicks need to stick together! Well as long as there is no Rugby, Sailing, Netball or Cricket involved.

Suuuperbowwwwl Sunday!

Yeah, football...so what?

Can you tell I'm a bit ho hum on the whole idea? But hubby's making his wings, he cleaned up around the tv like I asked, I've got a new book to read - so I'm happy!

Got back rather a lot later than planned from our little girls weekend away. A flat tire on the I-10 will do that for ya. Especially when the can foam stuff doesn't work, the air compressor has had the attachment stolen off it, and you have to pony up to Walmart in the middle of nowhere and hang around waiting for a new tire.

At least the woman who passed up was kind enough to point it out, it wouldn't have been pretty to have a blow out at 80-90 mph on the interstate!

Didn't get much done of the weekend to tell the truth. A few scrapbook pages, no writing done - didn't even crack open the laptop! - althoug I did get some editing done. One of my girlfriends got curious while I was off reading Matthew Rielly's latest action adventure Seven Deadly Wonders, and read of what I have so far (what I had been editing on hardcopy). I heard an outraged shriek from the other room when she got to the last word.

"WHAT! You can't just have finished it right there! Stop reading that other book and get back to writing yours! This is good, you at least need to write the end of this sex scene!...please?...just for me?...you know I'm going to be phoning your ass every day until you get this finished!...pretty please?"

Maybe Accidentally Were? is sounding as good as I had hoped!

No Midsummer Heat for me

Oh well, you have to be in to win, right?

I was however encouraged to expand the story and send it back. And they're right. Red Skirt, Cool Fountain really begged to be longer.

So I guess that's what I'll do. You know, I don't seem to be having much luck with shorter length stories. I think I might make a resolution - if its less than 25k, it doesn't go anywhere. (Well, other than the sequel I want to write for PV for next Xmas telling Nick's story, I don't think that's going to be a long one).

My trouble is that I can't plan for shit - well I can, but at the end, it's just not right. Instead, I sit down with a ghost of a story in my head and just start and see where it takes me. I guess that's organic writing, is it? I'm not exactly up with the play with all the writing jargon, I just write and figure it out as I go.

That wasn't what happened with McCabes2 - I planned it all out, and it didn't come off right. And instead of being on McCabes3 by now, I haven't sat back down to pick apart McCabes2 to send it back to B. But I will.

Hell I might do it this weekend while I'm away with the girls. It's supposed to be a scrapbooking weekend, but I usually take a book and the laptop (I'm a tech geek of course it goes with me! I don't do all that journaling by hand - are you kidding me?). But maybe I will conflab with the girls and get some inspiration.

Lucky there is no Internet at the cabin, there could be some wild and wacky blog posts come Sat night if there was - we usually have a daquari or colada or three. LOL, It sounds like I'm a rolling drunk, but seriously I'm not - I just appreciate that sometimes a good glass of wine or something enitely too fruity can be good for you :)

On a different note, I went all PC today and got one of these (it's a (PRODUCT) RED so part of the sales prices goes to fighting Aids in Africa) :

It's just a pity that the reason why I got this new piece of geekery was because of the little shits who stole my purdy green mini out of my bright orange Honda Element (aka The Pumpkin) - hrmm, I might wear black all the time but I like colour in my life, go figure! (the dayglow pink hair clashed a bit though).

They better watch out though, we are heartily sick and tired of the 'gift's' being left on our doorstep and front lawn, and the congregating on our driveway when we are out - we are getting spy cams. You bet your ass we are going to get the little fuckers.

Oops, ranting just a little bit wasn't I? Sorry 'bout that.

One of my sisters is a CP of mine (shes my 'average reader, this shit doesn't work for me' person). I had emailed Accidentally Were? off to her for an opinion. She IM'd me yesterday (or was it the day before, this week is a bit blurry - hence no TT 13 this week) and told me that she liked it - she hadn't finished what I had sent her yet, in fact she was only at chapter 3, but she was laughing so hard she had to stop reading so she didn't go to work looking like a racoon. That bodes well, because AW is supposed to be laugh out loud funny. Tell me what you think:

“Where are we going?” The small voice from the other side of the cab broke Rex from his reverie. “And why are we going there?” He was starting to smell her fear over the pervading scent of the woman’s heat.

“You are kidding me, aren’t you little Bitch. I’m taking you somewhere safe before the pack descends on you and you end up in the middle of a winner takes all orgy.”

It didn’t take any special were senses to feel or see her bristle with indignation.

“What did you just call me?” Her shoulders were back, her spine ramrod straight and there was a furious red flush across her cheeks and Rex was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the dirt road as it wound through the forest. “You need your eye’s checked mister! For one, I am obviously not little, and two, I am not a bitch! You can accuse me of being overly prim and proper, because I am, I can’t help it with my parents. But don’t you ever call me a bitch!”

She was winding up good and proper now, to really yell at him. It was a breath taking sight to behold, and Rex was no slouch at appreciating an attractive woman, even if she was more riled than a rattlesnake.

“I let loose for one night, one bloody night in thirty-one years, and wake up alone; ‘cause my one night stand obviously couldn’t leave fast enough, four hickeys; complete with bite marks.” The tall lace collar of her blouse was ripped down to expose two of the fore-mentioned love bites. “Then, every damned stray in town wants to hump my leg, and now, now I have been kidnapped by a huge, sexy, bear of a man, who calls me a bitch instead of asking my actual name.” When Rex took his eyes off the road, he half expected her to be frothing at the mouth with her hair standing on end, and her nails ready to take a fresh strip from his hide.

Rex smiled at the straight laced she devil beside him. She thinks I’m s-e-x-y. Obviously the smarmy grin wasn’t appreciated, as she gritted her teeth and a rumbling growl echoed across the cab. Alpha male or not, you don’t mess with a bitch in heat. Not if you want to find your balls right where you left them. There was no way Rex was going to try stare her into submission; he turned his eyes back to the road.

Well, off to re-download my emo/goth/popchick/newage whale snorts/old rocker playlist - I'm nothing if not eclectic!
(PS keep an eye out for The Wreckers, they were todays download for me...And I might go get the rest of Daughtry's album - he's pretty damn good)

EDIT: What do you know, there are 13 paragraphs of randomness! I did make a TT13 after all!

World Domination!

So I'm a Pinky and the Brain fan gurl - I'll happily admit it. So when I found myself making a Pinky and Brain quote to Racy in an email, I had to share...

"What'd you do last night, Brain?"
"Plotted to take over the world one erotic book publisher at a time, Pinky!"
"That sounds like a good plan, Brain...SNARF!"

Alrighty then...my geekness assured, I'm off to hit the send button on that sub I have been moaning about for the last week. It's done, its edited (Racy kindly gave me a couple of things to think about with it), there's a synopsis and blurb, now just to suck it up and hit the send button.

Anyone else second guess themselves right at that moment?