Year of the Red Lioness

Big Kitties, the Kougar is holding her own in this battle of virus versus wellness. While not spunky and tail perky, she is paw-to-blog functional enough.

Dancing paws, Big Beautiful Cats, the synchronicities arrive like swarms of silvery fishies for Red Lioness Tamed, Liquid Silver Books. What did the Kougar hear as bumper music on her fave internet radio shows? Year of the Cat, that mystical lyrical haunting song. And 'nashville cats', and now the title escapes moi's un-steel trap like mind.

Roar! The Year of the Red Lioness, or the lioness chases, then consumes the Chinese Year of the Rat. Yeah, that's the space ticket, or the ticket into space -- which not! for all the shrimp in the seas of the world, would the Kougaress pay for a trip on such primitive NASA vehicles. Of course, that tuna-begs the real question. The Black World NASA revealed by Richard Hoagland in his best-selling book, Dark Mission...well, to Mars and beyond.

To the Kougaress's sharp jewel eye, the current NASA is for smoke-and-mirrors public consumption, and is as laughable as a dog leaping up frantically to catch the Kougar while she lounges on her favorite tree limb. Or, comparable to Keystone space cops, who can't fly beyond the space station while riding in their rickety accident-waiting-to-happen shuttle.

Yeah, sarcastic-meow -- where does all that black budget money go?

Segue into Black. Last night the Kougar completed and sent her submission to Nocturne Bites, Kill the Black Wolf. Big long shrug, moi has no idea what will occur???

Blurb: With the writer’s strike on the way, her Muse missing, and her body about to crash and burn from exhaustion, Sondra knows it’s time to take a break at her friend’s isolated home in the Montana forest. But why can’t she sleep? And why is her intuition zinging through her as if she’d stuck her finger in a light socket?
On a night roaming journey to decide his future with his Red Rock pack, whether or not to challenge his brothers for alpha leadership, Duke doesn’t count on rescuing a wolfess, then racing for his life from two seasoned hunters who want his hide as a trophy. But fate howls his way, when he’s rescued by the woman, who is his path, his Prophetess, and his mate.

Race on over to Title Magic, Lovely Big Cats. Nancy Haddock, author of La Vida Vampire, RT 4.5 stars Top Pick, blogs today about writing the paranormal into your story.

Nancy, I'm lost in all the wonderful comments. Sorry, I'll get my thinking cap back on. Happy Leap Day everyone. Gotta luv those powers. The transport thing would be marvelous. I've daydreamed about that, and written it in stories. But I think in this day and age, I would like the power to erase the memory of the bad guys. Get stopped by a cop determined to taser you without justification, just erase the memory that you were ever there. And erase the memory of all the cameras, etc.

Lexie, ah, those flying dreams. Mine aren't as often as yours -- and I have had encounters with those power lines, and monstrous trees, but fortunately I've been able to avoid them at the last minute.

Nancy, Your novel just sounds fantastic. Luv your heroine's name and the Title. It is amazing how the paranormal realm is on our side when we're writing about it. At least, my experience.

Biggie congrats on your RT review! That is soooo exciting!

Sorta perky smooch from the Kougar...