Someone mentioned this curious little character on the Loose Id author loop. It’s a combination between an exclamation and question mark. I could never use it because to me the name sounds like a euphemism for a kinky sex act. Whit says it sounds like an interrogation that turns into a gang-bang. (Yeah, we’re strange that way.) It’s been around since the 60s and is on the Mac special characters. I must admit, I’m tempted to use it just to drive my line editors crazy. (As if I don’t have them pulling their hair out already.) So, what do you think of it? Think you might want to use it? (As punctuation, not for kinky sex, though that would be interesting too.)

Man Candy


I just realized I hadn’t given y’all any man candy in a minute. I’ve had my eye on this one for a while. All that hair is almost impossible to miss. Definitely my inspiration for that book with a Samoan hero I’ve got percolating in my head. Troy Polamalu is all kinds of outrageously fine and a loyal family man to boot. Y’all know I love it when a big sessy man all about the fam. He might just pop up in Nate’s book, but he’s definitely on his way.

Hunting Ground – Your Account.

And why am I tracking this book order like a kid watching fake Santa footage on the Weather Channel on Christmas Eve? Because it IS like Christmas for me. That order contains Hunting Ground, the new Patricia Briggs book and I’m so excited I could pop. It’s in Lexington, that’s only a few hundred miles from me. Remember postal workers, I’ve said really good things about you guys. If that book gets here tomorrow I swear I’ll bake cookies for you!

Love Me Some Him

When Danielle, bka The Black Snob, was adding to her notorious Wall of Sexy, I suggested my current lust object, Neil DeGrasse Tyson. Neil is my favorite astrophysicist. Okay, he’s the only astrophysicist I know by sight. Smart, funny and self-deprecating, you can’t help but love him. Note to self, write a story about a sexy astrophysicist. 

Love Me Some Them

Since I can’t seem to get along with any members of my actual biological family, I’ve decided to adopt Gina and Pat. Hey, I’m a writer, I’m supposed to be eccentric. (Somehow that sounds better than bat-shit crazy.) I’ve eaten in their restaurant in Memphis, and that isht is off the hook. 

I Like to Have a Martini…


I like to have a martini. Two at the very most. After three I’m under the table. After four I’m under the host. 

Dorothy Parker
This is one of my favorite quotes. Parker was known as a wit and had a million of them. I don’t think I’d want to meet anyone who could drink more than a couple martinis. By the way, all these drinks they’re calling martinis these days that are full of chocolate, apples, pomegranates and whateverthehellelse? They ARE NOT martinis. They’re nothing more than Shirley Temples for folks who don’t like booze, but want a cool glass.