Took the gremlins to see Zorro last night. I won’t bore you with a crit of the movie, but I will share one thing. *sigh* Antonio. It’s just so not fair that men get better and better looking as they age. I could sit and listen to his accent all day and never tire of it. Of course, Gremlin #1 (who is 6) said, “Ew! Mommy has a crush on Zorro!” *sigh, again* Yes, dear. She does. The DH just rolled his eyes and shook his head. (And didn’t say a thing because he got to watch Catherine Zeta-Jones in all her busting-out glory.)

However, for all the action of the movie (and the gremlins both thought all that icky kissing was just too gross to even watch), the highlight had to be when Gremlin #2 (who is 3) leaned close to my ear during the climax of the movie and said, “Mommy. Mommy. Smell my shoe,” and then proceeded to shove his smelly-ass tennis shoe in my face. Let me tell you, it pulled me right out of that sensual haze I’d drifted into watching Antonio save the world on the big screen. What is with boys?????? I just couldn’t watch when Gremlin #2 sat back in his seat and stuck his own nose in his shoe and smiled.

Ew. I’m afraid Antonio might forever be ruined by the memory of that shoe.

(I really need to get a life.)

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Agents must be pushing through their submissions in anticipation of the holiday down time. After not hearing anything for months, I’ve received three rejections in as many days (on queries and partials). Still no word on the plethora of fulls I have out circulating, but there’s always tomorrow *wink, wink*. And I never got around to checking my mail today, so there still could be a R waiting out there for me as I type.

I have this little rule that when I get a R, I should send out 5 more queries. Hmmm…that’s 15 queries that *technically* should go out. Probably not gonna happen.

Yes, it’s me. And I’m on the lam.

I’ve been slack the past few days, and now that my secret’s out, I must confess. I’ve (apparantly) been hiking through the cold and frosty mountains of Tibet with one uber-sexy goat herder, Lhak-mi (and boy does he. Whew!). Last I was told though, his very pregnant wife, Lhak-u, has discovered our secret affair and is now on the war path. Alas, I must disappear again before she discovers our whereabouts.

I suppose a wise choice would be to slip back into the Keys and find out what my heroine has in store for my very bad hero…

I am just a crazy-blogging fool tonight.

My fabulously talented friend has launched her own company. If you have young kids (like me), check out Growables. Great clothes that last forever.

And dang, those models are cute! Strike a pose, T and H!

Think contests are all that?

Check out Miss Snark’s “Backside of Contests”.

Kinda makes you all aflutter to enter a contest, eh?

For an alternate (and a bit more optimistic) view, read The Knight Agency’s take on contests.

If you haven’t listened to Eric Clapton’s latest album, Back Home, you MUST. It’s fantastic.

And wow, I can sooo relate!

“Well?” Coffee mug halfway to her lips, Maren Hudson pauses and looks up as the petite redhead slides into a chair across the table.

Lisa Maxwell frowns and pins her with a look. “You aren’t supposed to be drinking coffee.”

“It’s half regular, half decaf. I’m allowed one per day. And stop nagging. Just tell me how it’s going. I’m on pins and needles here.”

“You’re supposed to be off charming agents and editors.”

“I am. Now get on with it.”

Lisa glances around the busy coffee house. A cute blond at the counter flashes her an alluring grin. Now he looks enticing. Maybe she could talk that author chick into letting her have a little fun before things get too intense.

“Lisa?”

Maren’s voice drags at her attention, and she looks back at her friend. “The first chapter was all action. Very cool. I am a kick-ass heroine, that’s for sure.” She signals the waitress and orders a cup of java.

Maren laughs and sips her coffee.

“I’m serious. All I need is a whip and I could give that Dr. Jones a run for his money.”

“Cute. Get to the point.”

Lisa lets out a long-suffering sigh. “She’s got that SOB in chapter two. And it’s all starting off in his POV.”

“He’s the hero. He gets a POV.”

Lisa grimaces. “Well, I don’t like it.”

Grinning, Maren lifts a brow. “You just don’t like to be out of control. I hate to tell you this, but you’re stuck. Just go with the flow.”

“Like you?” Lisa grabs the mug from the waitress and takes a long swallow. “I don’t think so.”

Maren rolls her eyes and looks longingly toward the waitress as she crosses the restaurant refilling mugs. “Oh, stop your whining. You’re going to get your HEA. It’s a given.”

“I don’t want an HEA. I never asked for one.”

Maren smiles. “You have too many issues, Maxwell.”

“Exactly.” Lisa stands. “And right now my issue is that sexy blond over there with the piercing blue eyes. I’m going to go have some fun before my life turns to hell.”

“You do that.” Maren lifts her mug and swallows the last sip. “I hear he has a thing for redheads.”

“Then it’s my lucky day.”

“Your last.” Maren chuckles as Lisa walks away.

I blame Linda for the quizzes.

However, this is oddly appropriate because of the WIP:

Nemesis

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