Roar and yowling ensues. Blast the Kougar's brain with kindergarten boredom! That premier sports event known as the Superbowl...help, yowl, help! Long days ago, the Kougar ravenously enjoyed football, and this ultimate championship event -- being a sport's girl herself, and playing football even though it wasn't allowed for girl cubs.
Roaring-however, this isn't an event with a big party hardy attitude anymore -- purr-sweetly, except for Willie Nelson, of course. No, dear Big Cats, it's become pablum for the beer-soaked brain. It's for all those who can't or won't think beyond their kindergarten years. Who talk on their cell phones endlessly while their poor brains fry and erupt with cancerous tumors.
Talk about Circus Circus (don't kill the messenger mountain lioness) -- keep the masses happy and distracted long enough while the precious realm is looted of every valuable left -- well, the Kougaress assumes that's real game plan. The real trick play. The ole' end around toward the real goal of creating us all dumber and dumber...and dumber still.
Appears to be working...the Kougar observes from her prairie tree house, her tail twitching the rage of her frustration...and twitching her despair...while her heart mourns the loss of a great sporting event.
On a sweet note, the cover art for Red Lioness Tamed (from the Liquid Silver Books) is in it's final creation steps. The Kougaress just couldn't resist that intense enormous yellow sun as the background for her lioness shifter heroine and her loner space captain hero. And, after cosmic all, the heroine's name is Sun Rocket.
Purring sweet kisses from the Kougar...
Showing posts with label Kougar Kisses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kougar Kisses. Show all posts
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Satiny Pink Slips
Pink slip blizzard -- ticker headline. Sadly, as the Kougar would adore witnessing, it's not a blizzard of lingerie, of satiny pink slips dropped from the Empire State building on Valentine's day -- floating, slippery ephemeral banners in shades of pink falling into the eager hands of men, who give them to their sweeties -- or women grabbing for their favorites to wear for the amorous affections of their beloved.
Sadly, lovely pink slips in all styles and sizes, aren't falling from our skies in a snowy fantasy storm, truly befitting our love for Valentine's day as a culture -- at least, as the Kougaress observes it within herself, and in most of the fair sex.
No, the pink slip blizzard are people losing their jobs, and thus, their homes, their cars... sometimes losing their entire lives. Ever read the Grapes of Wrath, dear Big Cats, or watched the black and white film? If not, now is the time. Because that story of the dustbowl depression looks like our future in many ways. Unless we change our future by our collective will, by our collective consciousness toward a future bright with true happiness and opportunity for all.
From the high perch of the Kougar's tree house, this pink slip horror is not merely the ebb and flow of life upon Dear Mother Earth. No, my Big Kitties, this is by design. The design of those few who believe it is their right to rule over us, to dictate how we should all live. It is the design of those who live in the world of billions upon billions in wealth -- wealth gained mostly by the constant economic rape and plunder of the middle class.
Meow-yes, it's a classic case of follow the money, amateur sleuths -- who has it? Who controls our system of fiat currency. Who can print this fiat currency at will, and who decides how much this will cost us all. It's all about the money, all about who controls it -- and, in our current world, money equals power. And money buys power.
Just as the peasant population in the British isle were intentionally bred to a lesser physical size, and kept hungry so that they depended upon their royal masters, upon the fiefdom -- so, we have been managed, are being managed in different ways, simply look toward Fifth Avenue to understand the power of psychology and propaganda -- we are all being 'managed' to serve the few.
The Brave New World and 1984 are now. Not later. Not on the possible horizon. Now.
Yes, the details may appear different, Big Brother's control is not.
How the Kougaress wishes with all her heart and soul, she was among the Valentine's day celebrants, with those who worship the value of love between a woman and a man, of love between any who would cherish each other -- with all those who relish the giddy sweetness of lacy pink, red and white hearts -- how she wishes she waited, anticipation glowing in her eyes, to snatch up one of those silky fragile pink slips for her very own. How she wishes such a Valentine's day event would occur, to be enjoyed by all who wish participation.
How she wishes...softly yowling wishes...
Valentine pink kisses from the Kougar...
Sadly, lovely pink slips in all styles and sizes, aren't falling from our skies in a snowy fantasy storm, truly befitting our love for Valentine's day as a culture -- at least, as the Kougaress observes it within herself, and in most of the fair sex.
No, the pink slip blizzard are people losing their jobs, and thus, their homes, their cars... sometimes losing their entire lives. Ever read the Grapes of Wrath, dear Big Cats, or watched the black and white film? If not, now is the time. Because that story of the dustbowl depression looks like our future in many ways. Unless we change our future by our collective will, by our collective consciousness toward a future bright with true happiness and opportunity for all.
From the high perch of the Kougar's tree house, this pink slip horror is not merely the ebb and flow of life upon Dear Mother Earth. No, my Big Kitties, this is by design. The design of those few who believe it is their right to rule over us, to dictate how we should all live. It is the design of those who live in the world of billions upon billions in wealth -- wealth gained mostly by the constant economic rape and plunder of the middle class.
Meow-yes, it's a classic case of follow the money, amateur sleuths -- who has it? Who controls our system of fiat currency. Who can print this fiat currency at will, and who decides how much this will cost us all. It's all about the money, all about who controls it -- and, in our current world, money equals power. And money buys power.
Just as the peasant population in the British isle were intentionally bred to a lesser physical size, and kept hungry so that they depended upon their royal masters, upon the fiefdom -- so, we have been managed, are being managed in different ways, simply look toward Fifth Avenue to understand the power of psychology and propaganda -- we are all being 'managed' to serve the few.
The Brave New World and 1984 are now. Not later. Not on the possible horizon. Now.
Yes, the details may appear different, Big Brother's control is not.
How the Kougaress wishes with all her heart and soul, she was among the Valentine's day celebrants, with those who worship the value of love between a woman and a man, of love between any who would cherish each other -- with all those who relish the giddy sweetness of lacy pink, red and white hearts -- how she wishes she waited, anticipation glowing in her eyes, to snatch up one of those silky fragile pink slips for her very own. How she wishes such a Valentine's day event would occur, to be enjoyed by all who wish participation.
How she wishes...softly yowling wishes...
Valentine pink kisses from the Kougar...
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Cold Prairie Smooches
Cold has attacked the Kougar's winter-brown prairie, darker shades of brown everyday to meow's eye -- no, not as viciously as the chill deities could prey upon the tame prairie -- for which the Kougaress is smile-pleading grateful.
Good news, good news, dear Big Kitties, yes the organic cocoa powder has arrived -- a mewing-lovely surprise, since moi was not expecting it, and had clawing-desperately ordered it from another vendor, despite her wish to be free from the tyranny of debt.
May the Angel Big Cats hear her yowling pleas for relief from tyranny. Only, if it were so for all us, dear and mighty Bast. Freedom from tyranny.
More good news! Yes, the Kougar sent Red Lioness Tamed back to her editor for further review. Caterwauling unexpectedly, moi had tears dripping down her cheeks, and she sniffled a lot, at reading her own story -- and it's not sad at all. It was the love 'sniff' happy ending to this first novel in the Adventures of the Red Lioness. Moi has never written specifically to bring forth those tears -- yet, there they were. Real. Her little loving heart touched to it's thumping core -- because of love.
Indeed, love is all to rare upon our Earth, my Beloved Big Cats -- hence, the ceremony and heart-sending pomp on Valentine's day...or so the Kougaress's theory goes.
Meooow...love. Love Evonne's blog on Title Magic today. Moi's fantasy memories of Jean Luc Picard of the Starship Enterprise were definitely vividly brought to life once more. Take a languid stroll on over and sumptuously enjoy, Big Cats all.
Evonne, oooh Patrick Stewart, he's tops on my sexy bald men list -- and I'm a hair-loving gal. But heaven or star trek forbid, those sexy french shirts he used to wear while off duty, omygawd, was I in enamored lust. Light sabres, eh? Geez, I need that portal, so I could take a trip over.
Fun times, I've always wanted to make films, write, and do a starring role. The actual being a star part doesn't do it for me, though. My teacher in acting classes at college tried to get me to go into it -- but, I chose writing instead. Wouldn't it fun! Title Magicians, to make movies of our books?
Yeah, now we just need those millions. Or, maybe, a lot of over-eager film students.
Cold prairie smooches from the Kougar...
Good news, good news, dear Big Kitties, yes the organic cocoa powder has arrived -- a mewing-lovely surprise, since moi was not expecting it, and had clawing-desperately ordered it from another vendor, despite her wish to be free from the tyranny of debt.
May the Angel Big Cats hear her yowling pleas for relief from tyranny. Only, if it were so for all us, dear and mighty Bast. Freedom from tyranny.
More good news! Yes, the Kougar sent Red Lioness Tamed back to her editor for further review. Caterwauling unexpectedly, moi had tears dripping down her cheeks, and she sniffled a lot, at reading her own story -- and it's not sad at all. It was the love 'sniff' happy ending to this first novel in the Adventures of the Red Lioness. Moi has never written specifically to bring forth those tears -- yet, there they were. Real. Her little loving heart touched to it's thumping core -- because of love.
Indeed, love is all to rare upon our Earth, my Beloved Big Cats -- hence, the ceremony and heart-sending pomp on Valentine's day...or so the Kougaress's theory goes.
Meooow...love. Love Evonne's blog on Title Magic today. Moi's fantasy memories of Jean Luc Picard of the Starship Enterprise were definitely vividly brought to life once more. Take a languid stroll on over and sumptuously enjoy, Big Cats all.
Evonne, oooh Patrick Stewart, he's tops on my sexy bald men list -- and I'm a hair-loving gal. But heaven or star trek forbid, those sexy french shirts he used to wear while off duty, omygawd, was I in enamored lust. Light sabres, eh? Geez, I need that portal, so I could take a trip over.
Fun times, I've always wanted to make films, write, and do a starring role. The actual being a star part doesn't do it for me, though. My teacher in acting classes at college tried to get me to go into it -- but, I chose writing instead. Wouldn't it fun! Title Magicians, to make movies of our books?
Yeah, now we just need those millions. Or, maybe, a lot of over-eager film students.
Cold prairie smooches from the Kougar...
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Purrs from New Atlantis
Lovely Big Cats, take a sweet stroll over to the Romantic Times magazine website -- do enjoy the dialogue scenes of the four remaining American Title IV finalists -- Holli, Mai, Trish and Helen. Purr-enthusiastic moi enjoyed them immensely. Yes, an enigmatic kitty smile, she's not meowing about which scene got her paw-pressed vote.
For the Kougar's legions of Big Cat fans -- do not embarrassingly spray your beverage of choice while laughing -- for, somewhere in this immense and splendid universe, there must be a world where the Kougaress is worshipped and adored.
Enough, the Kougar slashes her fur-magnificent tail -- below is her dialogue entry -- all copyrights reserved, of growling-course.
"Why the nice treatment, Zryphus? I was dirt under your shoes when you first arrived?" Sheriff Kalypso picked up the mascara wand. "Black, black. Just like I remember."
"Sheriff," Deputy Anna called out, "finished the personal item scan. Got the body ready for transport. We’re on our way. I’ll leave the door open. Keep airing the room out."
"Thanks, Anna. You know where I am." Kalypso picked up a compact case – solid rich elegance in design. Opening it, she studied the pasty covering. "Looks real. But I never used this stuff. Couldn’t stand it. Used the sheer version they came out with – when I used makeup. – You haven’t answered my question, Zryphus."
"Bluntly, Kalypso...I want you in my bed."
Placing the compact case down delicately, Kalypso absorbed the shock. "No, I don’t think so," she slowly enunciated.
"Have a lover?" Zryphys handed her the powder case.
"None of your business, as they used to say. – Looks real. Mind if I test it with my finger?"
"Please. – You don’t have a lover. Neither do I."
"Probably because you’re married or in a committed partnership. Or you just ended an affair – something like that. No!" Kalypso shifted gears. "Feels real, smells real. Are you aware of a company, or maybe a small business that creates these replica products?"
"Three, to be exact. Can’t tell where these originated. – I’m a one woman man, Kalypso. You’d have all my attention."
"No thanks. I politely decline. – Eyelash curler. Never used one. Always looked barbaric. – Brow tweezers. Unfortunately tried this a few times. Way too painful."
"I’ll convince you. – What’s this?"
"Eyebrow darkening powder. – No, you won’t. I don’t like men when it comes to relationship crap. Perhaps you don’t know much about our social structure here. Women rule."
"I dominate in bed. In our passionate relationship."
Helen has posted a fascinating blog on Title Magic. Take a cat-sleek hop on over and enjoy. Moi's rumbling-rambling comment below:
Amanda, that's a scream about being downloaded onto youtube -- but it's certainly possible in this world of tech with all the cameras and microphones -- like in the Mac and the other computers.
Helen, wonderful subject! My thought is, since everything is frequency, it can be imbued with ill or good, the frequencies manipulated whether by the wand of a sorcerer or simply by repeated thoughts -- say, like a parrot who repeats a sound because the bird hears it over and over -- okay, so I saw those cute parrots talking and singing on Jay Leno last night.
New Atlantis kisses from the Kougar...
For the Kougar's legions of Big Cat fans -- do not embarrassingly spray your beverage of choice while laughing -- for, somewhere in this immense and splendid universe, there must be a world where the Kougaress is worshipped and adored.
Enough, the Kougar slashes her fur-magnificent tail -- below is her dialogue entry -- all copyrights reserved, of growling-course.
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis
by Savanna Kougar
"Why the nice treatment, Zryphus? I was dirt under your shoes when you first arrived?" Sheriff Kalypso picked up the mascara wand. "Black, black. Just like I remember."
"Sheriff," Deputy Anna called out, "finished the personal item scan. Got the body ready for transport. We’re on our way. I’ll leave the door open. Keep airing the room out."
"Thanks, Anna. You know where I am." Kalypso picked up a compact case – solid rich elegance in design. Opening it, she studied the pasty covering. "Looks real. But I never used this stuff. Couldn’t stand it. Used the sheer version they came out with – when I used makeup. – You haven’t answered my question, Zryphus."
"Bluntly, Kalypso...I want you in my bed."
Placing the compact case down delicately, Kalypso absorbed the shock. "No, I don’t think so," she slowly enunciated.
"Have a lover?" Zryphys handed her the powder case.
"None of your business, as they used to say. – Looks real. Mind if I test it with my finger?"
"Please. – You don’t have a lover. Neither do I."
"Probably because you’re married or in a committed partnership. Or you just ended an affair – something like that. No!" Kalypso shifted gears. "Feels real, smells real. Are you aware of a company, or maybe a small business that creates these replica products?"
"Three, to be exact. Can’t tell where these originated. – I’m a one woman man, Kalypso. You’d have all my attention."
"No thanks. I politely decline. – Eyelash curler. Never used one. Always looked barbaric. – Brow tweezers. Unfortunately tried this a few times. Way too painful."
"I’ll convince you. – What’s this?"
"Eyebrow darkening powder. – No, you won’t. I don’t like men when it comes to relationship crap. Perhaps you don’t know much about our social structure here. Women rule."
"I dominate in bed. In our passionate relationship."
Helen has posted a fascinating blog on Title Magic. Take a cat-sleek hop on over and enjoy. Moi's rumbling-rambling comment below:
Amanda, that's a scream about being downloaded onto youtube -- but it's certainly possible in this world of tech with all the cameras and microphones -- like in the Mac and the other computers.
Helen, wonderful subject! My thought is, since everything is frequency, it can be imbued with ill or good, the frequencies manipulated whether by the wand of a sorcerer or simply by repeated thoughts -- say, like a parrot who repeats a sound because the bird hears it over and over -- okay, so I saw those cute parrots talking and singing on Jay Leno last night.
New Atlantis kisses from the Kougar...
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Kiss the Kougar's Car
From the cold-locked in prairie, dear Big Kitties, and yowling-horror, the Kougar's organic cocoa powder did not arrive with her order. Now, she'll have to prowl the web, find another supply swiftly. A big plaintive meoooow...help. On the good loping side of her life, the Kougar began her edits on Red Lioness Tamed, with what she believes, are good results overall. A minor snafu she must paw-iron out. However, in grin-purr truth, she is immensely enjoying expanding her 'uh' love smut scenes. Ooooo, so many carnal good times, so little time to thoroughly savor. Which reminds purring moi, that most evil and splendid of days is just around the corner -- Valentine's day.
Oh don't get the Kougaress wrong. Everything within her adores this festivity of pink and red and those gorgeous hearts of glitter and lace, and everything amorous-nice. It's claw-simply, the romantic holiday has rarely adored her in return. Yes, a sad Kougar furred face, which she shakes, her ears also shaking adorably.
Did you know, Beautiful Big Cats, there is a Kougar car? Yes, ha-ha rumbling ha-ha, the Kougar has her own car -- and does she ever wish with her sports car luving heart -- she did possess one of these sleek babies for her very own touring pleasures. On the Kougar car website, that little sleek yellow number is beckoning like the most naughty temptress...if only...although, the Kougaress confesses to having a siren-red car fetish.
On the Title Magic today, Trish has done an out-of-this-world incredible blog about romance in sci fi, and how she came to enjoy both genres. It's a the-galaxy-is-a-big-place winner. Ears pricked, take a run over there, Big Cats. Moi's purr-enthusiastic comment below:
Hey Trish! This is great! I got turned on to sci-fi by Star Wars. Who could ever resist Han & Leia if you're a true romantic? I'm so glad you mentioned Dark Angel, luved that one too. I started watching the Atlantis Stargate when I was living somewhere else and could get the show. Can't here. But it had it's fun, fun interesting elements. Although being an Atlantis aficionado, not in line with my studies. Although, Mr. Hunk -- omygawd, luved him from the beginning. Thanks for posting his pic. I could go and on, but I won't. Beautifully said and presented, Trish. Oops, have to mention I luved the episodes of Firefly I got to see, and the episodes of Serenity. Way cool...
Blown kisses from the Kougar in her Kougar car...
Oh don't get the Kougaress wrong. Everything within her adores this festivity of pink and red and those gorgeous hearts of glitter and lace, and everything amorous-nice. It's claw-simply, the romantic holiday has rarely adored her in return. Yes, a sad Kougar furred face, which she shakes, her ears also shaking adorably.
Did you know, Beautiful Big Cats, there is a Kougar car? Yes, ha-ha rumbling ha-ha, the Kougar has her own car -- and does she ever wish with her sports car luving heart -- she did possess one of these sleek babies for her very own touring pleasures. On the Kougar car website, that little sleek yellow number is beckoning like the most naughty temptress...if only...although, the Kougaress confesses to having a siren-red car fetish.
On the Title Magic today, Trish has done an out-of-this-world incredible blog about romance in sci fi, and how she came to enjoy both genres. It's a the-galaxy-is-a-big-place winner. Ears pricked, take a run over there, Big Cats. Moi's purr-enthusiastic comment below:
Hey Trish! This is great! I got turned on to sci-fi by Star Wars. Who could ever resist Han & Leia if you're a true romantic? I'm so glad you mentioned Dark Angel, luved that one too. I started watching the Atlantis Stargate when I was living somewhere else and could get the show. Can't here. But it had it's fun, fun interesting elements. Although being an Atlantis aficionado, not in line with my studies. Although, Mr. Hunk -- omygawd, luved him from the beginning. Thanks for posting his pic. I could go and on, but I won't. Beautifully said and presented, Trish. Oops, have to mention I luved the episodes of Firefly I got to see, and the episodes of Serenity. Way cool...
Blown kisses from the Kougar in her Kougar car...
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Mystique Kiss of the Red-Maned
Big Kitties, darkness has befallen the realm of the red-maned Kougar -- night, that is -- although, the current darkness of the world falls rapidly upon us all. And chill reigns supreme here on the snow-caressed prairie, the one digit kind of cold...ick, meow, growl!
Forgive the Kougaress for not writing her blog sooner -- she was stalking the realm of the redheads, the human and fantasy variety...indeed, purring-elated, a fun and fabulous time, the rewards always the nourishment of her soul.
Mystical question? how many life experiences as a redhead? has the Kougar had? And is that why she is in luv with the redhead, no matter the species?
Another question: The Mystique of the Redhead?
Cat-truthfully, the Kougaress is not certain what the mystique is, or is not. She is spirit-absolutely certain it does exist. Mystique, perhaps being the slapped-with-a-fish clue, explains itself.
Being red-maned, the Kougar should have some knowledge, rumbling-purr however -- so she believes. Fierce-certainly, the red-tressed heroines of her romance sizzle novels are an exploration, and are examples of the redhead mystique. It's all in the story itself, and can only be understood in that context..as the redhead in art, paintings, photos, fantasy. The red-maned beauties found in Music. Myth. Magic. And the Mystic.
Yes, dear Big Beautiful Cats, just as the mystique of you, Tigers, Lions, Cheetahs, Leopards, Panthers, Bobcats, Lynx...the Cougar -- of all Wild Big Cats intrigues the Kougar, so does the endless exploration of the redhead mystique, intrigue the Kougaress.
And, thus, she ever-writes.
Mystique kiss from the red-maned Kougar...
Forgive the Kougaress for not writing her blog sooner -- she was stalking the realm of the redheads, the human and fantasy variety...indeed, purring-elated, a fun and fabulous time, the rewards always the nourishment of her soul.
Mystical question? how many life experiences as a redhead? has the Kougar had? And is that why she is in luv with the redhead, no matter the species?
Another question: The Mystique of the Redhead?
Cat-truthfully, the Kougaress is not certain what the mystique is, or is not. She is spirit-absolutely certain it does exist. Mystique, perhaps being the slapped-with-a-fish clue, explains itself.
Being red-maned, the Kougar should have some knowledge, rumbling-purr however -- so she believes. Fierce-certainly, the red-tressed heroines of her romance sizzle novels are an exploration, and are examples of the redhead mystique. It's all in the story itself, and can only be understood in that context..as the redhead in art, paintings, photos, fantasy. The red-maned beauties found in Music. Myth. Magic. And the Mystic.
Yes, dear Big Beautiful Cats, just as the mystique of you, Tigers, Lions, Cheetahs, Leopards, Panthers, Bobcats, Lynx...the Cougar -- of all Wild Big Cats intrigues the Kougar, so does the endless exploration of the redhead mystique, intrigue the Kougaress.
And, thus, she ever-writes.
Mystique kiss from the red-maned Kougar...
Friday, January 18, 2008
Kisses from a Confirmed Redhead
Hey! Big Kitties, the winds are sharp and nastily cold. Rumble...a long leisurely stretch, a shake of the Kougar's head...yes, she is cozy enough, thank you, great and divine Bast. Today ideas are spinning in her mind and through her furry tawny head like running crazed prey. So many ideas, so little time on the Mother.
Okay, dear Big Cats, for the more human side of the Kougaress, check out her MySpace page, myspace.com/savannakougar. Purple, purple everywhere -- a vast sea of magenta and purple as far as the eye can see. Plus fantasy representations of moi. Yes, redheads rule her domain. Big Cat or human shapeshifters, redheads rule the fantasm realms of her novels.
Can you tell the Kougaress possesses a fierce fondness for the redhead. *Appreciatve growl*...indeed, she appreciates every hue and shade of the red-tressed.
To be ever meowing-fair, she also adores the beauty of brunettes and blondes -- and the silver-tressed. Perhaps, it is merely a ferocious hair fetish, this appreciative eye for hair and fur -- although moi has never felt the savage urge to confiscate wigs and keep them hidden away in her dungeon lair. Perhaps, as the Kougaress would prefer to believe, it is her artist's eye -- the lust to paint and photograph and write about fur and tresses -- the various sensuous colors. And the tactile feeling of every manner of coat and mane, every unique silkiness and softness, it is to be ever-savored.
Of course, the Kougaress adores having her fur stroked...also her human tresses. And she adores doing the stroking.
Profound thought for the day? Squinting her eyes, shaking her head again...no, not an iota of the profound appears...not on this day.
The Kougar will leave profound to Title Magic's guest blogger, Mona. Stride easily on over, my Beloved Big Cats, and take a look. Moi's roaring-enthusiastic comment:
Mona, what an incredible blog. And ain't it the truth, that roller coaster of emotions -- from absolute joy to complete despair. I'm riding that wave too with my first e-novel coming out. Your words have truly helped and inspired me. Mucho, mucho sales! And congratulations for what you have achieved.
To quote from Mona's blog:
Check www.cerridwenpress.com to order for TO LOVE A HERO, a sizzling love story in an exotic setting.
Since the Kougar had a bout of brain fog yesterday, double kisses from a confirmed redhead, the Kougar...
Okay, dear Big Cats, for the more human side of the Kougaress, check out her MySpace page, myspace.com/savannakougar. Purple, purple everywhere -- a vast sea of magenta and purple as far as the eye can see. Plus fantasy representations of moi. Yes, redheads rule her domain. Big Cat or human shapeshifters, redheads rule the fantasm realms of her novels.
Can you tell the Kougaress possesses a fierce fondness for the redhead. *Appreciatve growl*...indeed, she appreciates every hue and shade of the red-tressed.
To be ever meowing-fair, she also adores the beauty of brunettes and blondes -- and the silver-tressed. Perhaps, it is merely a ferocious hair fetish, this appreciative eye for hair and fur -- although moi has never felt the savage urge to confiscate wigs and keep them hidden away in her dungeon lair. Perhaps, as the Kougaress would prefer to believe, it is her artist's eye -- the lust to paint and photograph and write about fur and tresses -- the various sensuous colors. And the tactile feeling of every manner of coat and mane, every unique silkiness and softness, it is to be ever-savored.
Of course, the Kougaress adores having her fur stroked...also her human tresses. And she adores doing the stroking.
Profound thought for the day? Squinting her eyes, shaking her head again...no, not an iota of the profound appears...not on this day.
The Kougar will leave profound to Title Magic's guest blogger, Mona. Stride easily on over, my Beloved Big Cats, and take a look. Moi's roaring-enthusiastic comment:
Mona, what an incredible blog. And ain't it the truth, that roller coaster of emotions -- from absolute joy to complete despair. I'm riding that wave too with my first e-novel coming out. Your words have truly helped and inspired me. Mucho, mucho sales! And congratulations for what you have achieved.
To quote from Mona's blog:
Check www.cerridwenpress.com to order for TO LOVE A HERO, a sizzling love story in an exotic setting.
Since the Kougar had a bout of brain fog yesterday, double kisses from a confirmed redhead, the Kougar...
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Contest Kiss for Passionate Ink
Happy Cats All, the Kougaress -- hope,hope -- has finally received her edits for Red Lioness Tamed, and snow blessed the tame prairie last night -- just a tiny coating, lovely in its own way. And now, sundown blazes a spectacular path across the horizon. While the Kougar continues to blink her muzziness away. The Passionate Ink forum is always a huge help to getting the Kougaress's mind in gear.
And speaking of, the yowling call has gone out for more entries into Passionate Ink's annual writer's contest for published and unpublished authors. If you adore running on the wild side of sizzle in your smut-pen-to-paper or paws-upon-the-keyboard, check out this wonderful opportunity at Passionate Ink, passionateink.org -- the RWA Contest page. Below is the general announcement:
Hop and leap on over to Title Magic for Anitra's informative blog on tax paying for writers -- that is, if you've earned enough fishies to pay. Moi is definitely not! in that category.
Big Cats, to pay the fishes or not to pay, that is the growling question.
Anitra, this is a big fat sore point for me. Nothing against your accounting ability, a wonderful skill and knowledge to have. Actually, I'm so poor I don't have to worry about the income tax. And it's a good thing in my case because then I don't have to battle with my integrity over this. Since the income tax is technically illegal under the Constitution of the united states. The problem being they'll throw you in jail or worse, anyway. So I never tell anyone not to file or pay. Although, I'm betting more and more people will revolt simply because they can't pay in our current falling economy. And, truthfully, I'm not sure what I'm going to do if I ever fall into 'their' paying category again. Truth is truth.
And speaking of, the yowling call has gone out for more entries into Passionate Ink's annual writer's contest for published and unpublished authors. If you adore running on the wild side of sizzle in your smut-pen-to-paper or paws-upon-the-keyboard, check out this wonderful opportunity at Passionate Ink, passionateink.org -- the RWA Contest page. Below is the general announcement:
Passionate Ink’s Third Annual
The Passionate Plume Contest for Published Authors
Deadline: Deadline: 2/4/08
The only published, all erotic romance award in RWA!
Five Sizzling Finalists in Five Categories:
Contemporary - novels with erotic elements that focus on the developing romantic relationship in a contemporary setting. Includes series and single-title length romances. Can also include elements of romantic suspense/intrigue.
Historical - novels with erotic elements that focus on the developing romantic relationship in a historical setting.
Futuristic/Fantasy/Sci-fi -novels with erotic elements that focus on the developing romantic relationship in any setting in the future, an alternate world/reality, or another planet. Includes elements such as elves/faerie, sword and sorcery, aliens, etc.
Paranormal/Time Travel - novels with erotic elements that focus on the developing romantic relationship in any setting that includes elements of time travel, angels, vampires, werewolves or other paranormal themes.
Novellas - novellas of 25,000 words or less with erotic elements that focus on the developing romantic relationship in any setting.
All novels entered must be at least 25,000 words in length. Novellas are considered 10,000 to 25,000 words.
All categories are open to alternative lifestyle entries–and any entry that reflects an erotic romance between two or more people, straight, gay, bi, or any romantic combination.
Judging and Prizes:
First Round: Will be judged by readers, writers, reviewers, booksellers and librarians.
Final Round: Five finalists will be judged by multi-published authors and reviewers.
The decisions of judges are final.
Winners will be announced at the Passionate Ink gathering at RWA National in San Francisco. First place winners will receive a Passionate Ink pendant and an award graphic for their website. All others will receive certificates and a finalist graphic for their website. Results will be listed in Passionate Ink’s newsletter, on the website, as well as have their names published in the ROMANCE WRITER’S REPORT.
Passionate Ink’s Third Annual
Stroke of Midnight Contest
Deadline: Deadline: 2/4/08
**ALL ENTRANTS WILL HAVE A CHANCE TO RECEIVE ONE OF FIVE FREE REGISTRATIONS TO A PASSIONATE INK WORKSHOP OF THEIR CHOICE.
Remember The Stroke of Midnight is a contest for unpublished erotic manuscripts. BOTH PUBLISHED AND UNPUBLISHED AUTHORS MAY ENTER. However, if published, this must be a new genre for the author (For example, if the author has published in paranormal erotic romance, she can enter in one of the other categories) **
Five Sizzling Finalists in Five Categories:
Contemporary - novels with erotic elements that focus on the developing romantic relationship in a contemporary setting. Includes series and single-title length romances. Can also include elements of romantic suspense/intrigue.
Historical - novels with erotic elements that focus on the developing
romantic relationship in a historical setting.
Futuristic/Fantasy/Sci-fi - novels with erotic elements that focus on the developing romantic relationship in any setting in the future, an alternate world/reality, or another planet. Includes elements such as elves/faerie, sword and sorcery, aliens, etc.
Paranormal/Time Travel - novels with erotic elements that focus on the developing romantic relationship in any setting that includes elements of time travel, angels, vampires, werewolves or other paranormal themes.
Novellas - novellas of 25,000 words or less with erotic elements that focus on the developing romantic relationship in any setting.
All novels entered must be at least 25,000 words in length. Novellas are considered 10,000 to 25,000 words.
All categories are open to alternative lifestyle entries–and any entry that reflects an erotic romance between two or more people, straight, gay, bi, or any romantic combination.
Judging and Prizes:
Preliminary-round judging will be completed by three qualified judges - Passionate Ink and other RWA members experienced in critiquing and/or published authors familiar with our genre. All scores will be added and averaged to determine the entrant’s ranking. Every attempt will be made to provide entrants with detailed score sheets and judges’ comments from this preliminary round. Top five entries in each category will move to final round.
The top five finalists in each category will be ranked by the following industry professionals:
Contemporary: Kate Seaver, Berkley
Historical: Hilary Sares, Kensington Aphrodisia
Futuristic/Fantasy/Sci-fi: Angela James, Samhain Publishing
Paranormal/Time Travel: Roberta Brown, Brown Literary Agency
Novella: Raelene Gorlinsky, Ellora’s Cave
First place winners in each category will receive a free one year membership in Passionate Ink ($25 value), a certificate, and an award graphic for their website. (Writing teams will split the membership.) All other finalists will receive certificates and and a finalist graphic for their website. All entries will be returned after finalists are determined and statistical information is complete. Winners will be announced at the Passionate Ink gathering at the Romance Writers’ of America National Conference in Dallas. Results will be listed on the Passionate Ink website and in the chapter’s newsletter.
The decisions of judges are final.
The Passionate Plume Contest for Published Authors
Deadline: Deadline: 2/4/08
The only published, all erotic romance award in RWA!
Five Sizzling Finalists in Five Categories:
Contemporary - novels with erotic elements that focus on the developing romantic relationship in a contemporary setting. Includes series and single-title length romances. Can also include elements of romantic suspense/intrigue.
Historical - novels with erotic elements that focus on the developing romantic relationship in a historical setting.
Futuristic/Fantasy/Sci-fi -novels with erotic elements that focus on the developing romantic relationship in any setting in the future, an alternate world/reality, or another planet. Includes elements such as elves/faerie, sword and sorcery, aliens, etc.
Paranormal/Time Travel - novels with erotic elements that focus on the developing romantic relationship in any setting that includes elements of time travel, angels, vampires, werewolves or other paranormal themes.
Novellas - novellas of 25,000 words or less with erotic elements that focus on the developing romantic relationship in any setting.
All novels entered must be at least 25,000 words in length. Novellas are considered 10,000 to 25,000 words.
All categories are open to alternative lifestyle entries–and any entry that reflects an erotic romance between two or more people, straight, gay, bi, or any romantic combination.
Judging and Prizes:
First Round: Will be judged by readers, writers, reviewers, booksellers and librarians.
Final Round: Five finalists will be judged by multi-published authors and reviewers.
The decisions of judges are final.
Winners will be announced at the Passionate Ink gathering at RWA National in San Francisco. First place winners will receive a Passionate Ink pendant and an award graphic for their website. All others will receive certificates and a finalist graphic for their website. Results will be listed in Passionate Ink’s newsletter, on the website, as well as have their names published in the ROMANCE WRITER’S REPORT.
Passionate Ink’s Third Annual
Stroke of Midnight Contest
Deadline: Deadline: 2/4/08
**ALL ENTRANTS WILL HAVE A CHANCE TO RECEIVE ONE OF FIVE FREE REGISTRATIONS TO A PASSIONATE INK WORKSHOP OF THEIR CHOICE.
Remember The Stroke of Midnight is a contest for unpublished erotic manuscripts. BOTH PUBLISHED AND UNPUBLISHED AUTHORS MAY ENTER. However, if published, this must be a new genre for the author (For example, if the author has published in paranormal erotic romance, she can enter in one of the other categories) **
Five Sizzling Finalists in Five Categories:
Contemporary - novels with erotic elements that focus on the developing romantic relationship in a contemporary setting. Includes series and single-title length romances. Can also include elements of romantic suspense/intrigue.
Historical - novels with erotic elements that focus on the developing
romantic relationship in a historical setting.
Futuristic/Fantasy/Sci-fi - novels with erotic elements that focus on the developing romantic relationship in any setting in the future, an alternate world/reality, or another planet. Includes elements such as elves/faerie, sword and sorcery, aliens, etc.
Paranormal/Time Travel - novels with erotic elements that focus on the developing romantic relationship in any setting that includes elements of time travel, angels, vampires, werewolves or other paranormal themes.
Novellas - novellas of 25,000 words or less with erotic elements that focus on the developing romantic relationship in any setting.
All novels entered must be at least 25,000 words in length. Novellas are considered 10,000 to 25,000 words.
All categories are open to alternative lifestyle entries–and any entry that reflects an erotic romance between two or more people, straight, gay, bi, or any romantic combination.
Judging and Prizes:
Preliminary-round judging will be completed by three qualified judges - Passionate Ink and other RWA members experienced in critiquing and/or published authors familiar with our genre. All scores will be added and averaged to determine the entrant’s ranking. Every attempt will be made to provide entrants with detailed score sheets and judges’ comments from this preliminary round. Top five entries in each category will move to final round.
The top five finalists in each category will be ranked by the following industry professionals:
Contemporary: Kate Seaver, Berkley
Historical: Hilary Sares, Kensington Aphrodisia
Futuristic/Fantasy/Sci-fi: Angela James, Samhain Publishing
Paranormal/Time Travel: Roberta Brown, Brown Literary Agency
Novella: Raelene Gorlinsky, Ellora’s Cave
First place winners in each category will receive a free one year membership in Passionate Ink ($25 value), a certificate, and an award graphic for their website. (Writing teams will split the membership.) All other finalists will receive certificates and and a finalist graphic for their website. All entries will be returned after finalists are determined and statistical information is complete. Winners will be announced at the Passionate Ink gathering at the Romance Writers’ of America National Conference in Dallas. Results will be listed on the Passionate Ink website and in the chapter’s newsletter.
The decisions of judges are final.
Hop and leap on over to Title Magic for Anitra's informative blog on tax paying for writers -- that is, if you've earned enough fishies to pay. Moi is definitely not! in that category.
Big Cats, to pay the fishes or not to pay, that is the growling question.
Anitra, this is a big fat sore point for me. Nothing against your accounting ability, a wonderful skill and knowledge to have. Actually, I'm so poor I don't have to worry about the income tax. And it's a good thing in my case because then I don't have to battle with my integrity over this. Since the income tax is technically illegal under the Constitution of the united states. The problem being they'll throw you in jail or worse, anyway. So I never tell anyone not to file or pay. Although, I'm betting more and more people will revolt simply because they can't pay in our current falling economy. And, truthfully, I'm not sure what I'm going to do if I ever fall into 'their' paying category again. Truth is truth.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Kiss of the Blue Unicorn
Meow...yawn...stretch...it's a gray leaden day on purring-moi's prairie. However, the Kougar does appreciate the mild cold instead of the extreme cold.
My ever sexy goodness! The Kougaress enjoyed most of her dreaming slumber time -- a rarity. What if you could walk any dimension, find the best lover? Now there's a sizzle romance story. Then, what if? You couldn't return and you were trapped with him? And, thus, the smut fun story evolves.
Speaking of, frustration still rules on the Kougar's Red Lioness Tamed edits. Bast, and good Angels, help! Thank you.
Today on Title Magic you find Kougar's blog, offered below for your kitty perusing pleasure.
The Magic of a Real Unicorn
Good Readers and Title Magicians All, recently my past has been colliding with my present. No, not just the one magical example that I will speak about in today’s blog. Nay, the count is many times over now. I suppose this is bound to happen, if you live long enough. Yes, I have definitely lived long enough. Crones of the world, unite, I say! Staffs raised triumphantly.
Once upon a time, when magic emerged like a dandelion from beneath the technology of our industrial age...and the frolic of dancing had come upon the land again...disco. Once upon a time, I viewed a real live unicorn – in all it’s beautiful white-silky coated flesh. The enchantment was nearly overwhelming, even though it was the unicorn of medieval tapestries, and not the horse unicorn of my fantasies.
If you have ever been to a Renaissance festival of ye older years, you may have also seen these magnificent beasts, these unicorns from ages past, reborn again unto our land.
So, begins my Crone’s tale (on a disappointing note: no shapeshifter’s furry tail yet despite the spells and mind concentration).
Mid 1980's, the advertisement was in the newspaper...full page, in black and white, a picture of the mythical beast with one of its owner/creators, Morning Glory. Mom and I stared in sheer bewitched fascination at that ad. We studied, trying to see anything about that huge jutting horn that looked fake. Anything! What further intrigued us was that Morning Glory and her unicorn were going to be at Hall’s department store on the Plaza. Hall’s, now long disappeared from Kansas City’s world-renowned Plaza, was comparable to an upscale Dilliard’s department store. Shopping land of the snooty, chic and definitely rich.
Loving all things magical, especially beasties, and loving all things genetic – that is, we were creating our own breed of super dogs, mom and I couldn’t resist this opportunity, even though it meant arranging time we didn’t have to get there. Fortunately, when we arrived there weren’t many people gathered around the roped off platform area. And there they were, the exquisitely lovely Morning Glory and her amazing magnificent, obviously very male, unicorn – looking exactly like the unicorn laying beside the maiden in the medieval tapestry we’ve all seen. While staring, besotted fool-like I’m sure, mom and I peppered the gracious Morning Glory with questions.
How? When? The genetics of the unicorn. As I recall, she explained that they, she and her husband, had found ancient medieval manuscripts describing how to create a unicorn from a certain breed of goat. Wisely, she gave away no real secrets in the process (currently under patent), they had successfully used. When we could finally tear ourselves away – the unicorn having provided a further demonstration of his reality by taking a giant pee on the floor – mom and I puzzled and pondered over our adventure into true sorcery during our drive home.
As the years passed, I had the sweet enchantment of glimpsing these unicorns of Morning Glory and her husband, at the Ren Fairs. I also knew they were eventually featured in the Barnum and Bailey Circus, only because I would come across the advertisements.
Hold your wands back, magicians! This is where my past and present collision occurs. Sunday night, January 14, 2007, with Ian Punnett on Coast-to-Coast am – the Wizard Oberon Zell Ravenheart was the featured guest. Husband of Morning Glory, partner in creating the real live unicorns, he has written a new tome, A Wizard’s Bestiary.
Wizard Oberon Zell Ravenheart is an incredible man, a man of true wisdom in many ways. Perhaps not the flash and magic of a Harry Potter character...no, he’s real, just as his unicorns were real. I recommend listening to his interview and checking out his website (oberonzell.com), including reviewing the many tomes he has written. If you’re a writer of the paranormal, and all things mystical – if you desire an entrancing trip inside a real magical world, use your finger wands and fly on over to see Oberon Zell’s story, the photos of his unicorns, photos of him and Morning Glory – or, if you just want to experience one of the best, most magical things to occur in the eighties, go to the website, Sideshow World (sideshowworld.com/interview-OZ.html).
Being of the Flower Child generation, it was easy to realize back then, that the very lack of magic in our age of the industrial military complex, was one of the dynamics in creating the counter-culture. Where, once again, magic revived itself. Becoming the weed, the dandelion, the dandelion blowing in the wind...the seeds of change...that cannot be stamped out, nor poisoned out of existence. Nay, not to be destroyed forever by those who refuse to believe and by those who would use it to rule over us.
Magic surfaces everywhere now. The Medusa of the modern day world. Cut off one serpent strand of hair, and two more fantastical novels are published. Everywhere, in every domain magic – magic in it’s myriad of forms and lights, lives...and wants to thrive among us all.
Indeed, the magic of Morning Glory’s real unicorn, straight out of medieval lore, in the prominent middle of Hall’s department store, lo those many years ago – sparked the magic in my heart to a higher, fiercer flame...for which I am eternally grateful.
Title Magician, Lexie O’Neill, is a finalist in Amazon’s Breakthrough contest. Check out her entry, The Eddy Complex, in the romance category at amazon.com/abna.
If you haven’t taken a quick peek yet, here’s my reminder to check out All Shades of Blue Paradise on the coming soon page of Siren Publishing. In the World of the Blue Pearl Moon, every shade of blue has its own fantasy seductive quality.
Blue unicorn...hum...? Just a Muse-whispered thought for another story...
Blue unicorn kisses from the Kougar...
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Sentinel Wings of the Tiny One
Yes, the Kougar has yielded to the inevitable of our current culture, the myspace page -- that is if she wants another avenue of promotion for her sizzle smut novels. And another exciting fun way of collaborating, and of networking with other authors (also hopefully with her readers). And, of course, another yowling-bliss way to be with her beloved Big Kitty friends.
Like every tool in this Earth realm, from the original handy stick picked up in defense or for a meal, the cyber world is a two-edged blade. Imagine if you will, the mighty mystical and glorious Excalibur -- or the massive long heavy blade of a Conan-like warrior -- perhaps, the tiny lethal dagger hidden in a lady's voluminous skirts...that blade can be used for protection or it can be used to murder.
An act of cold-blooded murder, or protecting your loved ones, it's all in the use of the blade -- it's all in the opportunities the blade provides, whether it's the opportunity to survive by feeding yourself and others -- or whether it's used in a crucial moment of protection.
So, because her little kitty brain was mushy mush, as far as following her writer's Muse, the Kougaress ventured into the land of designing her myspace page -- with only passable results, despite a good five hours spent. But then the Kougar kitten is a total novice -- nay, nearly an innocent in the cyber realm.
Big Beautiful Cats, rumble-muse returning to the Shamanistic magic of three, an itsy bitsy bird, not much bigger than a hummingbird, flew before the Kougar's van three times, at least -- as she traveled back to her lair. This itsy cutey flight-darted before the Kougar, then to her surprise remained flying in front, arrowing straight ahead. The Kougar slowed, following until the tiny bird landed in a tree. Before the Kougaress could pass by, the tiny bird wing-blasted in front again, shooting straight as an arrow ahead, once again...three times this occurred, dear Big Cats. Then, the tiny winged one, landed in the pasture field where a flock of her/his kind fed. A whole flock of itsy birds curved upwards, a gentle, but swift whirl before the Kougar.
Was tiny one a sentinel? An advance scout of warning that the big devouring Kougar was on the prowl in her green van?
The sacred message of this eye-wonderful happening? Blink, blink -- think, think...
Someone needs to be a sentinel, on the watch, on guard against any enemy coming down the path. From her towering tree perch, the Kougar warns all, that if you want freedom, the freedom to Big Cat roam our beloved Mother, now is the time to protect it with all your intelligence, all your might and right.
Mel has written a fantastic blog on Title Magic about her life as super librarian heroine. As usual what follows is moi's purring-happy comment:
Mel, gives me the extra good tinglies. Luv to learn more. See, I told you, your super librarian powers were very much needed! That graphic is too chuckle, chuckle Kool.
Excalibur kisses from the Kougar...
Like every tool in this Earth realm, from the original handy stick picked up in defense or for a meal, the cyber world is a two-edged blade. Imagine if you will, the mighty mystical and glorious Excalibur -- or the massive long heavy blade of a Conan-like warrior -- perhaps, the tiny lethal dagger hidden in a lady's voluminous skirts...that blade can be used for protection or it can be used to murder.
An act of cold-blooded murder, or protecting your loved ones, it's all in the use of the blade -- it's all in the opportunities the blade provides, whether it's the opportunity to survive by feeding yourself and others -- or whether it's used in a crucial moment of protection.
So, because her little kitty brain was mushy mush, as far as following her writer's Muse, the Kougaress ventured into the land of designing her myspace page -- with only passable results, despite a good five hours spent. But then the Kougar kitten is a total novice -- nay, nearly an innocent in the cyber realm.
Big Beautiful Cats, rumble-muse returning to the Shamanistic magic of three, an itsy bitsy bird, not much bigger than a hummingbird, flew before the Kougar's van three times, at least -- as she traveled back to her lair. This itsy cutey flight-darted before the Kougar, then to her surprise remained flying in front, arrowing straight ahead. The Kougar slowed, following until the tiny bird landed in a tree. Before the Kougaress could pass by, the tiny bird wing-blasted in front again, shooting straight as an arrow ahead, once again...three times this occurred, dear Big Cats. Then, the tiny winged one, landed in the pasture field where a flock of her/his kind fed. A whole flock of itsy birds curved upwards, a gentle, but swift whirl before the Kougar.
Was tiny one a sentinel? An advance scout of warning that the big devouring Kougar was on the prowl in her green van?
The sacred message of this eye-wonderful happening? Blink, blink -- think, think...
Someone needs to be a sentinel, on the watch, on guard against any enemy coming down the path. From her towering tree perch, the Kougar warns all, that if you want freedom, the freedom to Big Cat roam our beloved Mother, now is the time to protect it with all your intelligence, all your might and right.
Mel has written a fantastic blog on Title Magic about her life as super librarian heroine. As usual what follows is moi's purring-happy comment:
Mel, gives me the extra good tinglies. Luv to learn more. See, I told you, your super librarian powers were very much needed! That graphic is too chuckle, chuckle Kool.
Excalibur kisses from the Kougar...
Monday, January 14, 2008
Meow! Scratch! Hiss! Ripping and Shredding the Critique
Mystic Kat Video...there it was 'frozen'! the blog, when the Kougar clicked to her blogger dashboard. The angel cats are speaking and *meow moi* wishes she heard their messages yowling-louder, since her overall state of mind is complete confusion in our current time upon dear Mother Earth. Perhaps, they merely announce their kitty divine presence?
So, off to play huntress in the small city and the Kougaress spied three squirrels, one of them with amazing red-orange belly fur. That's the magic shaman number, three. Stock up, store the nuts, prepare -- zip about, tail flitting rapidly, and perky as a human on a Starbuck coffee diet. Perhaps, that is rumbling moi's message. Caffeine, and lots of it. Purring ha-ha...right!
The Kougaress uses the jump-boost of caffeine sparingly, since she is sensitive to it, and loathes that nasty buzzy head thing.
Ah...Shaman Kat...come one, come all, the Kougaress shall divine your future for you. A question, one or two, and the sacred Kat of Delphi will seek the wisdom and guidance of the Great and Wise Bast for you.
Swami Kat? Just don't put any goldfish in the crystal ball. Or use the goldfish bowl for a crystal gazing ball.
Apologies, swami shaman kat moi, is traveling the wild plains of her imagination. It is a five day in her defense. Five -- the number of adventure, fun, just plain silliness, chaos -- good or bad. Or Indian Jones on a good whip-cracking day.
And the cage battle over 'said' continues, demonstrating once again, Dear Big Cats, why the Kougar does not have a critique partner, nor a critique group. Given that, evidently, the word 'said' is sacred and should never tumble from it's forever pedestal of good and profound novel writing. Meow! Scratch! Hiss! Arching of feline backs -- and it ain't even Halloween.
Oh, yes, when in a relaxed kitty state, stride on over to Title Magic for Lexie's blog about her romance chapter...and yes, Lexie, the Kougar would adore joining you and your chapter at the Beach Retreat...if only...
No, Savanna, you are right, I haven't read your writing. And I hope you don't think by my comments I was judging your books. I just was in disagreement with how you viewed the word 'said.'To me, it is invisible and a necessity in my writing. Perhaps my style is much different than yours.I am only commenting on my experience with reading books that use anything *but* said or adverb+said. I find it distracting. Someone else may not.That is why people enjoy such a variety of books. Just as much as you took offense at my comments, can you see how I might find yours equally offensive? If I think 'said' is necessary and invisible, and you think it is 'boring,' then you have made a judgment on my writing as well without ever having read it.
Kristen, I'm sorry if you feel offended. That was not my intention. I did take offense from your -- what I perceive to be -- an inflexible stand. When you haul out reference books, yes, I have a tendency to believe you have no room for something new. The ole' rules-are-made-to-be-broken-by-some-of-us-thing. I have previously stated there are certain writing styles where 'said' works and does become invisible, which I enjoy. Why, you have ignored my truth in this matter, I am not sure. I hope, since you now say, you are a writer, that your particular writer's voice is conducive to 'said'. Personally, I've said 'said' so many times now, I am bored with it. As I previously stated, which seems to be ignored, everyone does have their own cup of reading tea, which I totally respect. I am not asking you to like reading my novels, not at all. I simply suggested you check out my post on the dialogue entry for the American Title, that's all. It won't waste too much of your time. And if you want to say you hate it, fine by me. I personally do not care for being accused for what I did not say. Since I take great pains to say it for the sake of truth. If you want to put 'said' in every sentence of your novel, be my guest. I thought I offered a fair and just way for both of us to agree to disagree. You read my dialogue entry and decide for yourself. That's all! However, it's certainly fine by me if you choose not to, since the word 'said', will not be used as a dialogue tag. Every one of us is free to write as we see fit, including said use of 'said', or if we want to use 'boast' we can. Now, if it doesn't work, it doesn't work. But I will confess I rather like 'boast'. However, I didn't read the story so I have no way of determining if it worked or not. So, I'll take Mel's word for it.
Listen, my Lovely Big Kitties, it's that naughty Kougar! What's she doing? Meow! Scratch! Hiss! It's the ripping and shredding paper of critiques, the flying use of each tiny slashing claw!
Mystic Kat kisses from the naughty Kougar...
So, off to play huntress in the small city and the Kougaress spied three squirrels, one of them with amazing red-orange belly fur. That's the magic shaman number, three. Stock up, store the nuts, prepare -- zip about, tail flitting rapidly, and perky as a human on a Starbuck coffee diet. Perhaps, that is rumbling moi's message. Caffeine, and lots of it. Purring ha-ha...right!
The Kougaress uses the jump-boost of caffeine sparingly, since she is sensitive to it, and loathes that nasty buzzy head thing.
Ah...Shaman Kat...come one, come all, the Kougaress shall divine your future for you. A question, one or two, and the sacred Kat of Delphi will seek the wisdom and guidance of the Great and Wise Bast for you.
Swami Kat? Just don't put any goldfish in the crystal ball. Or use the goldfish bowl for a crystal gazing ball.
Apologies, swami shaman kat moi, is traveling the wild plains of her imagination. It is a five day in her defense. Five -- the number of adventure, fun, just plain silliness, chaos -- good or bad. Or Indian Jones on a good whip-cracking day.
And the cage battle over 'said' continues, demonstrating once again, Dear Big Cats, why the Kougar does not have a critique partner, nor a critique group. Given that, evidently, the word 'said' is sacred and should never tumble from it's forever pedestal of good and profound novel writing. Meow! Scratch! Hiss! Arching of feline backs -- and it ain't even Halloween.
Oh, yes, when in a relaxed kitty state, stride on over to Title Magic for Lexie's blog about her romance chapter...and yes, Lexie, the Kougar would adore joining you and your chapter at the Beach Retreat...if only...
No, Savanna, you are right, I haven't read your writing. And I hope you don't think by my comments I was judging your books. I just was in disagreement with how you viewed the word 'said.'To me, it is invisible and a necessity in my writing. Perhaps my style is much different than yours.I am only commenting on my experience with reading books that use anything *but* said or adverb+said. I find it distracting. Someone else may not.That is why people enjoy such a variety of books. Just as much as you took offense at my comments, can you see how I might find yours equally offensive? If I think 'said' is necessary and invisible, and you think it is 'boring,' then you have made a judgment on my writing as well without ever having read it.
Kristen, I'm sorry if you feel offended. That was not my intention. I did take offense from your -- what I perceive to be -- an inflexible stand. When you haul out reference books, yes, I have a tendency to believe you have no room for something new. The ole' rules-are-made-to-be-broken-by-some-of-us-thing. I have previously stated there are certain writing styles where 'said' works and does become invisible, which I enjoy. Why, you have ignored my truth in this matter, I am not sure. I hope, since you now say, you are a writer, that your particular writer's voice is conducive to 'said'. Personally, I've said 'said' so many times now, I am bored with it. As I previously stated, which seems to be ignored, everyone does have their own cup of reading tea, which I totally respect. I am not asking you to like reading my novels, not at all. I simply suggested you check out my post on the dialogue entry for the American Title, that's all. It won't waste too much of your time. And if you want to say you hate it, fine by me. I personally do not care for being accused for what I did not say. Since I take great pains to say it for the sake of truth. If you want to put 'said' in every sentence of your novel, be my guest. I thought I offered a fair and just way for both of us to agree to disagree. You read my dialogue entry and decide for yourself. That's all! However, it's certainly fine by me if you choose not to, since the word 'said', will not be used as a dialogue tag. Every one of us is free to write as we see fit, including said use of 'said', or if we want to use 'boast' we can. Now, if it doesn't work, it doesn't work. But I will confess I rather like 'boast'. However, I didn't read the story so I have no way of determining if it worked or not. So, I'll take Mel's word for it.
Listen, my Lovely Big Kitties, it's that naughty Kougar! What's she doing? Meow! Scratch! Hiss! It's the ripping and shredding paper of critiques, the flying use of each tiny slashing claw!
Mystic Kat kisses from the naughty Kougar...
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Cougar Spirit Smooches
Well...it's a deep hole...yeah, Big Kittie Lovers, a rumbling ha ha...the Kougar is still padding around her domain, frustration her current companion. Although, her sunset was absolutely exquisite, a blazing luscious shade of pink married to a bright luminous peach -- the gentle slashes of color showing through a thin cloud bank of muted indigo.
Okay...meow, growl...the comment edits on Red Lioness Tamed refuse to show up, and are refusing any kind of document manipulation attempted by moi, despite a tender claw applied. No, not one grumbling cuss word. No, not one vicious hissing fit thrown. Or anything thrown at all. Truly deeply amazing, isn't it? Since the Kougar is a proud red-maned Aries.
And still, not one ounce of friendly cooperation. And yowling-fierce moi has not a clue why -- being technically challenged.
Pet cat...the name of the blog flashing up, just before moi's dashboard came up...message from the giggling mischievous cat angels? Yeah, this Kougar would luv to be a pet to Mr. Right Sexy Hunk. Like the heroes of her sizzle romance novels. Dream on...and on, and on...
However, the Kouar would be remiss if she failed to acknowledge the spirit of Cougar crossing her path several times now. Cougar Spirit showed up big time on Dr. Stephen Farmer's shaman hour on Hayhouse radio.
Cougar Spirit as leadership -- heck, who does the Kougaress lead? All of us Big Cats who aren't computer savvy?
Perhaps, the lightbulb dramatically blinks on! Those of us who choose not use 'said' as a dialogue tag. Yes, the meowing, nay should the Kougaress speak it, the roaring revolution has begun! 'Said' is not the end all, be all of a writer's ability to tag dialogue.
A disclaimer truly meant: That is not to denigrate those writers who successfully use the 'invisible said' writing style. As mewing moi has stated, she has read and thoroughly enjoyed that particular writing style. Sorry to roaring-say, IMHO, that writing style does not work for every writer's voice.
Below is a continuing discussion occurring at the Title Magic blog on that incredibly awful-used dialogue tag...'said'.
I agree, in terms of some writers, who can successfully use 'said' invisibly. And certainly, as Trish demonstrated, a lot of times I don't use tags. I'm sorry, I still HATE the use of 'said' in what I've read over the past ten years. It's like it's been done to over-death. IMHO. However, to each their own cup of reading tea.
To me, Savanna, that's like saying the word 'the' has been done to death or 'and.' There are just some basic words that you have to use in writing that do become 'invisible' to the reader, and that you couldn't really eliminate realistically. I don't think I've ever once been taken out of a book because of the word 'said.' But I most definitely have if a writer uses everything *but* said as a dialogue tag...or use an adverb+said. Ugh."Said" is a basic word that gets the meaning across without detracting from the sentence.
Kristen, while I can understand what you're saying, however and for example, you haven't read the novels I've written, where I don't use 'said' as a dialogue tag. I got so completely sick of that word, I couldn't stand it! I felt like pulling my hair out -- ugh! Because I'd keep asking myself, what does that mean? How are the characters feeling, why and how are they saying their words? Said, said, said...who the heck cares? Not me!
Yes, maybe my novels, or my style of writing, is not for you. That I can understand. Just as over-used and over-abused 'said' novels are not for me. Can you spell B-O-R-I-N-G!?And, that IMHO, is why there is a wide variety of writing styles available.
My lack of 'said' can't have completely turned off editors, since Murder by Hair Spray did final. And I certainly don't use 'said' as a tag line in that novel. When the dialogue entries come out on RT, I'll post mine, and you can then decide whether or not my style of writing is worth your reading time.
Cougar Spirit smooches from the Kougar...
Okay...meow, growl...the comment edits on Red Lioness Tamed refuse to show up, and are refusing any kind of document manipulation attempted by moi, despite a tender claw applied. No, not one grumbling cuss word. No, not one vicious hissing fit thrown. Or anything thrown at all. Truly deeply amazing, isn't it? Since the Kougar is a proud red-maned Aries.
And still, not one ounce of friendly cooperation. And yowling-fierce moi has not a clue why -- being technically challenged.
Pet cat...the name of the blog flashing up, just before moi's dashboard came up...message from the giggling mischievous cat angels? Yeah, this Kougar would luv to be a pet to Mr. Right Sexy Hunk. Like the heroes of her sizzle romance novels. Dream on...and on, and on...
However, the Kouar would be remiss if she failed to acknowledge the spirit of Cougar crossing her path several times now. Cougar Spirit showed up big time on Dr. Stephen Farmer's shaman hour on Hayhouse radio.
Cougar Spirit as leadership -- heck, who does the Kougaress lead? All of us Big Cats who aren't computer savvy?
Perhaps, the lightbulb dramatically blinks on! Those of us who choose not use 'said' as a dialogue tag. Yes, the meowing, nay should the Kougaress speak it, the roaring revolution has begun! 'Said' is not the end all, be all of a writer's ability to tag dialogue.
A disclaimer truly meant: That is not to denigrate those writers who successfully use the 'invisible said' writing style. As mewing moi has stated, she has read and thoroughly enjoyed that particular writing style. Sorry to roaring-say, IMHO, that writing style does not work for every writer's voice.
Below is a continuing discussion occurring at the Title Magic blog on that incredibly awful-used dialogue tag...'said'.
I agree, in terms of some writers, who can successfully use 'said' invisibly. And certainly, as Trish demonstrated, a lot of times I don't use tags. I'm sorry, I still HATE the use of 'said' in what I've read over the past ten years. It's like it's been done to over-death. IMHO. However, to each their own cup of reading tea.
To me, Savanna, that's like saying the word 'the' has been done to death or 'and.' There are just some basic words that you have to use in writing that do become 'invisible' to the reader, and that you couldn't really eliminate realistically. I don't think I've ever once been taken out of a book because of the word 'said.' But I most definitely have if a writer uses everything *but* said as a dialogue tag...or use an adverb+said. Ugh."Said" is a basic word that gets the meaning across without detracting from the sentence.
Kristen, while I can understand what you're saying, however and for example, you haven't read the novels I've written, where I don't use 'said' as a dialogue tag. I got so completely sick of that word, I couldn't stand it! I felt like pulling my hair out -- ugh! Because I'd keep asking myself, what does that mean? How are the characters feeling, why and how are they saying their words? Said, said, said...who the heck cares? Not me!
Yes, maybe my novels, or my style of writing, is not for you. That I can understand. Just as over-used and over-abused 'said' novels are not for me. Can you spell B-O-R-I-N-G!?And, that IMHO, is why there is a wide variety of writing styles available.
My lack of 'said' can't have completely turned off editors, since Murder by Hair Spray did final. And I certainly don't use 'said' as a tag line in that novel. When the dialogue entries come out on RT, I'll post mine, and you can then decide whether or not my style of writing is worth your reading time.
Cougar Spirit smooches from the Kougar...
Saturday, January 12, 2008
A Kiss from DreamTime
Big Wonderful Kitties, the Kougar believes she was lost in a dreamtime warp before her bleary-eyed awakening on this day. She'd just been told her human ancestresses were from Brazil, and somewhere else down in South America. Even though the features of her face would be considered Celtic, and that is her human appearance.
Why this dream? Now? The entire dream itself is a re-run dream, but with vast improvements in the plot and in the bold coloring, similar to the Indiana Jones' movies.
Then, in a past life regression done by Denise Lynn on her Hayhouse Radio show, the human Kougaress found herself gazing out over a gorgeous azure sea. There were a few sailboats with bold-colored sails in the primary colors. The sand beneath her sandalled feet was fine, a tan-white glisten. Scanning around for any other indicator of where she was, and lo and behold! there was the Sphinx, the one in Egypt, yet the Lioness One appeared more colorful -- without any wear and tear. Around the Sphinx, the Kougaress's unique breed of doggies played. A darkening had come upon the land, this land that begot Egypt -- and we were all about to leave. Because the evil could not to be stopped then. The question becomes can it be stopped now?
As some renegade archaeologists have recently suggested, the antediluvian cultures of the Americas may have colonized what has been considered the Old World -- Europe, Asia, Africa, instead of the Old World colonizing the Americas.
Indeed, red-haired mummies of an ancient, ancient age have been discovered in North America and South America.
The Kougar asks, what is our true past, our true ancestry?
We, dear Big Cats, may need to know that truth, in order, to create our future as we all truly desire in this year of ONE. This year of incredible change and new beginnings. This year of ONE SPIRIT.
Romping, rolling big cats, the debate or the pathetic fang-ripping over Ms. Edward's supposed plagiarism continues. Below is Moi's claw-careful, yet forceful response.
I still think Cassie Edwards may have been given legal advice on the matter that was true, but wouldn't be considered moral. Since non-fiction out of publication doesn't necessarily need to be footnoted. Or maybe she didn't understand. Or, like was suggested, she simply thought she'd written the passages, forgot she hadn't. I don't think there was any malicious intent, since it's a matter of non-fiction, not fiction. She didn't steal from another romance writer. And to beat up on an elderly person, I'm sorry I find that morally reprehensible for whomever is doing it. And I think it comes from a base nature of kicking someone when you think they are down, not discovering first whether they are actually guilty. Or finding out precisely what they are guilty of.
Regarding Britney, I doubt she has anyone in her life who truly cares about her as a person, only what she can do for them. Or if they do care, they don't know how to help her. Blessings upon her.
DreamTime kisses from the Kougar...
Why this dream? Now? The entire dream itself is a re-run dream, but with vast improvements in the plot and in the bold coloring, similar to the Indiana Jones' movies.
Then, in a past life regression done by Denise Lynn on her Hayhouse Radio show, the human Kougaress found herself gazing out over a gorgeous azure sea. There were a few sailboats with bold-colored sails in the primary colors. The sand beneath her sandalled feet was fine, a tan-white glisten. Scanning around for any other indicator of where she was, and lo and behold! there was the Sphinx, the one in Egypt, yet the Lioness One appeared more colorful -- without any wear and tear. Around the Sphinx, the Kougaress's unique breed of doggies played. A darkening had come upon the land, this land that begot Egypt -- and we were all about to leave. Because the evil could not to be stopped then. The question becomes can it be stopped now?
As some renegade archaeologists have recently suggested, the antediluvian cultures of the Americas may have colonized what has been considered the Old World -- Europe, Asia, Africa, instead of the Old World colonizing the Americas.
Indeed, red-haired mummies of an ancient, ancient age have been discovered in North America and South America.
The Kougar asks, what is our true past, our true ancestry?
We, dear Big Cats, may need to know that truth, in order, to create our future as we all truly desire in this year of ONE. This year of incredible change and new beginnings. This year of ONE SPIRIT.
Romping, rolling big cats, the debate or the pathetic fang-ripping over Ms. Edward's supposed plagiarism continues. Below is Moi's claw-careful, yet forceful response.
I still think Cassie Edwards may have been given legal advice on the matter that was true, but wouldn't be considered moral. Since non-fiction out of publication doesn't necessarily need to be footnoted. Or maybe she didn't understand. Or, like was suggested, she simply thought she'd written the passages, forgot she hadn't. I don't think there was any malicious intent, since it's a matter of non-fiction, not fiction. She didn't steal from another romance writer. And to beat up on an elderly person, I'm sorry I find that morally reprehensible for whomever is doing it. And I think it comes from a base nature of kicking someone when you think they are down, not discovering first whether they are actually guilty. Or finding out precisely what they are guilty of.
Regarding Britney, I doubt she has anyone in her life who truly cares about her as a person, only what she can do for them. Or if they do care, they don't know how to help her. Blessings upon her.
DreamTime kisses from the Kougar...
Friday, January 11, 2008
The Deadly Kiss of Plagiarism
The deadly kiss of plagiarism, dear Big Cats, stalks the romance publishing world currently. So, today beneath the sapphire-tinted cloud-streaming skies of the cattle prairie, the Kougar offers her comment from the Passionate Ink forum. For a complete viewing of perspectives on this volatile issue check out the forum as a guest.
When I was attending Junior College way back when, I was accused of plagiarism. It about killed my soul, since I was utterly innocent. I cried for hours in the student union. It's left a scar I can't ever seem to get rid of...mostly because people didn't believe I was innocent, no matter what fact I presented to them, what truthful explanation.
Truthfully, it's made me leery of trusting anyone over this issue, so I go to extreme lengths to keep absolutely everything I've ever written, hand-written, dated, etc. Just in case.
I'm not certain how I come down on the issue with Cassie Edwards. I'd like more info on the whole matter. However, in the case of the RWA, if she's not a member, as they stated, why are they responsible for anything other than stating their policy, which they did.
Like Lauren stated, the real issue gets lost in the shark-feeding frenzy -- sorry, Lauren, if I just plagiarized you. I admit! I admit! I admit it! Sorry, overly dramatic here. Just to say I agree with you about the real issue getting lost in the whole soap opera melee'.
I also have to agree with Barry's view, why get all nit picky about every little thing. Now if some one's scene is quoted verbatim, or so close it's obvious, that's another matter. Although I've read stories where the scenes were so similar someone could have accused one author of plagiarism.
Maybe Ms. Edwards will simply get a career boost from all this discussion. You know, unfortunately being on the fast track of elderly -- which I absolutely despise -- I'm sorry, but sometimes your brain, your ability to think and know things does change. I would blame her editors more than anybody. For all we know she asked what was appropriate in the use of non-fictional research, and was told what was legal, then followed that advice. If it is strictly legal, okay, you can have a moral objection and not read her books. But to be so vicious, I'm sorry, you need to show really dishonest intent here. IMHO.
Regarding Ms. Roberts, yes, she's been through the mill on plagiarism when Janet 'I forgot her last name' did plagiarize one of her love scenes, and eventually admitted it.That's where Robin's wisdom comes into the discussion. Hey, there are only so many plots, titles, ways of description -- and when you describe a love scene or anything going on in the story, too far out of the box, you can't sell. I know I live that road everyday.
Big Lovely Kitties, for an insider's view of the literary agent from Kelly Mortimer, run on over to Title Magic. Moi's probably unpopular comment is below, as well as a response to Holli on the previous day's blog.
Kelly, you sound like one heck of an agent! I wish...but as a reader I absolutely HATE the way the word 'said' is used these days. So I don't use it. Ever! Except in the dialogue itself. Or in a parody situation such as 'he said, she said'.I'm hoping readers and reviews will be open to my way of tagging dialogue scenes, as I do in ALL SHADES OF BLUE PARADISE. For authors who are okay with e-publishing maybe Siren Publishing will give you a shot at another way of writing. Like they are me.
Holli, you and I could have been blood sisters! I devoured every Walter Farley I could get my little grubby paws on! And wanted to race horses too. Fortunately I did get my half-Arab filly, Pride, and she was fast! clocked her at 40 mph once, riding bareback.
Blue sapphire sky kisses from the Kougar...
When I was attending Junior College way back when, I was accused of plagiarism. It about killed my soul, since I was utterly innocent. I cried for hours in the student union. It's left a scar I can't ever seem to get rid of...mostly because people didn't believe I was innocent, no matter what fact I presented to them, what truthful explanation.
Truthfully, it's made me leery of trusting anyone over this issue, so I go to extreme lengths to keep absolutely everything I've ever written, hand-written, dated, etc. Just in case.
I'm not certain how I come down on the issue with Cassie Edwards. I'd like more info on the whole matter. However, in the case of the RWA, if she's not a member, as they stated, why are they responsible for anything other than stating their policy, which they did.
Like Lauren stated, the real issue gets lost in the shark-feeding frenzy -- sorry, Lauren, if I just plagiarized you. I admit! I admit! I admit it! Sorry, overly dramatic here. Just to say I agree with you about the real issue getting lost in the whole soap opera melee'.
I also have to agree with Barry's view, why get all nit picky about every little thing. Now if some one's scene is quoted verbatim, or so close it's obvious, that's another matter. Although I've read stories where the scenes were so similar someone could have accused one author of plagiarism.
Maybe Ms. Edwards will simply get a career boost from all this discussion. You know, unfortunately being on the fast track of elderly -- which I absolutely despise -- I'm sorry, but sometimes your brain, your ability to think and know things does change. I would blame her editors more than anybody. For all we know she asked what was appropriate in the use of non-fictional research, and was told what was legal, then followed that advice. If it is strictly legal, okay, you can have a moral objection and not read her books. But to be so vicious, I'm sorry, you need to show really dishonest intent here. IMHO.
Regarding Ms. Roberts, yes, she's been through the mill on plagiarism when Janet 'I forgot her last name' did plagiarize one of her love scenes, and eventually admitted it.That's where Robin's wisdom comes into the discussion. Hey, there are only so many plots, titles, ways of description -- and when you describe a love scene or anything going on in the story, too far out of the box, you can't sell. I know I live that road everyday.
Big Lovely Kitties, for an insider's view of the literary agent from Kelly Mortimer, run on over to Title Magic. Moi's probably unpopular comment is below, as well as a response to Holli on the previous day's blog.
Kelly, you sound like one heck of an agent! I wish...but as a reader I absolutely HATE the way the word 'said' is used these days. So I don't use it. Ever! Except in the dialogue itself. Or in a parody situation such as 'he said, she said'.I'm hoping readers and reviews will be open to my way of tagging dialogue scenes, as I do in ALL SHADES OF BLUE PARADISE. For authors who are okay with e-publishing maybe Siren Publishing will give you a shot at another way of writing. Like they are me.
Holli, you and I could have been blood sisters! I devoured every Walter Farley I could get my little grubby paws on! And wanted to race horses too. Fortunately I did get my half-Arab filly, Pride, and she was fast! clocked her at 40 mph once, riding bareback.
Blue sapphire sky kisses from the Kougar...
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Fame and Fortune's Kiss
Rumbling hello, Big Kittie Lovers, the Kougar has been writing her little paws off recently, mostly blog entries and one article for Passionate Ink she will leave for a future purring-sincere talk between us. Finally, she was able to get a page done on her goddess story and begin another story -- what if you had agreed to a bargain in what you believed to be a lucid dream, only to discover it wasn't actually a lucid dream, but for real (sexy oh-so-hot yummy hero, of course) -- fierce fun meow!
Synchronicity strikes again! As it strikes with great frequency these days. Yes, when the Kougar was returning from her mailbox enjoying her splendid winter-colored prairie, John Cougar sang on her radio...message from the angels? Perhaps the Kougaress's angels will provide more clarity... is it? could it be? on the path to an artist's fame and fortune?
Fame and fortune these days ain't what it used to be. Well, it is in many ways, the soap opera, tabloid excesses and the opportunity to live a better life, both. However, for most from the Kougar's perch, her savanna tree viewpoint, it just looks like a fancier and more tortuous prison, these 2008 days.
Why would the Kougar chase the elusive chance at fame and fortune? As a messenger of the Divine Bast, she has her stories to tell for the benefit, the raising up of our beloved world. And to the Kougaress wealth used to equal freedom. The freedom to live as she truly chooses, and to assist others in achieving that same freedom. Yet, as the Kougar has come to understand wealth no longer equals freedom in our current world.
No, freedom, true freedom must be generated from the soul, from the heart -- and by the Will of us all. In action and in prayer. Freedom must be generated by the most ferocious and thunderous growl leaping up from the deepest part of our loins, from the deepest part of ourselves. From our divine natures.
Darling Big Kitties, take a languid stroll over to Title Magic. You will adore Evonne's blog about her over-the-pond's writer's organization, or organisation, as the Brits spell it. Moi's comment yowled below:
Evonne, luv to hear a report if you make it. Best of luck to Catrin also. So true about us writers in our ivory towers. Gee, if only that hero I'm writing about would stop by for a long visit. And ain't it true when we writers get out to party, it's a real parteee!
Fame and fortune's kiss from the Kougar...
Synchronicity strikes again! As it strikes with great frequency these days. Yes, when the Kougar was returning from her mailbox enjoying her splendid winter-colored prairie, John Cougar sang on her radio...message from the angels? Perhaps the Kougaress's angels will provide more clarity... is it? could it be? on the path to an artist's fame and fortune?
Fame and fortune these days ain't what it used to be. Well, it is in many ways, the soap opera, tabloid excesses and the opportunity to live a better life, both. However, for most from the Kougar's perch, her savanna tree viewpoint, it just looks like a fancier and more tortuous prison, these 2008 days.
Why would the Kougar chase the elusive chance at fame and fortune? As a messenger of the Divine Bast, she has her stories to tell for the benefit, the raising up of our beloved world. And to the Kougaress wealth used to equal freedom. The freedom to live as she truly chooses, and to assist others in achieving that same freedom. Yet, as the Kougar has come to understand wealth no longer equals freedom in our current world.
No, freedom, true freedom must be generated from the soul, from the heart -- and by the Will of us all. In action and in prayer. Freedom must be generated by the most ferocious and thunderous growl leaping up from the deepest part of our loins, from the deepest part of ourselves. From our divine natures.
Darling Big Kitties, take a languid stroll over to Title Magic. You will adore Evonne's blog about her over-the-pond's writer's organization, or organisation, as the Brits spell it. Moi's comment yowled below:
Evonne, luv to hear a report if you make it. Best of luck to Catrin also. So true about us writers in our ivory towers. Gee, if only that hero I'm writing about would stop by for a long visit. And ain't it true when we writers get out to party, it's a real parteee!
Fame and fortune's kiss from the Kougar...
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Kiss the Rules Goodbye
Purr greetings, Big Kitties, it's been a rainy day and the Kougar's mail was sodden, her Romance Writer's Report soaked through. Just now Sol shines, a magical orange brilliance setting on the western serene horizon. The Kougar blew Sol a kiss in loving salute. Forever she has had a love affair with the majestic inspiring Sun.
Kitties, always remember. Rules are made to be broken. The Kougar was reminded of this by a fellow Passionate Inker in our forum. The subject was creating heroines and heroes who were not considered mainstream, and thus, not saleable.
Yes, rules are made to be broken, a truth all Big Cats know instinctively. The practice throws your silly annoying enemies off your tail and your trail. They follow the rules, you don't. Or breaking the rules opens up new realms for exploration. As in breaking the current rules for writing romance novels. This is something the Kougar practices regularly. The results *rejection -- yesterday, rejection of her story, Radio for the Star-Crossed Lover* are often not to her liking at all. Meow...yowl...roar! But that's the prey-stalking gambol. And it is merely the Kougaress's independent Sun in Aries nature she follows, her pioneering nature to break the rules in all her artistic pursuits.
But, dear Big Cats, it's also a game of balance, crossing the rushing large stream balanced on a thin shaky log. Breaking the rules -- done with every considered caution, or if caution is thrown to the whipping winds...can be the best move ever made by a writer, an artist...or it can be the absolute worst.
To kiss the rules goodbye. Or not. That is always the question asked, and lived within during the Kougar's writing adventures.
Lovely Big Cats! Romp on over for a fascinating blog on mirrors and bad luck by Title Magician Helen. Below is maowing moi's comment:
Hi Helen, wonderful and fascinating subject. Dr. Paglini, a psychic mystical witch of great reputation here in the states, has discussed the magic use of mirrors and mirrors as portals.I learned something new about the luck factor. I always thought the bad luck came from breaking the mirror, then not being able to get one for seven years.I did use a mirror as a portal. My hero, a Djinn, used the mirror to check on our realm. Thanks!
Kiss the rules goodbye and the Kougar smooches you...
Kitties, always remember. Rules are made to be broken. The Kougar was reminded of this by a fellow Passionate Inker in our forum. The subject was creating heroines and heroes who were not considered mainstream, and thus, not saleable.
Yes, rules are made to be broken, a truth all Big Cats know instinctively. The practice throws your silly annoying enemies off your tail and your trail. They follow the rules, you don't. Or breaking the rules opens up new realms for exploration. As in breaking the current rules for writing romance novels. This is something the Kougar practices regularly. The results *rejection -- yesterday, rejection of her story, Radio for the Star-Crossed Lover* are often not to her liking at all. Meow...yowl...roar! But that's the prey-stalking gambol. And it is merely the Kougaress's independent Sun in Aries nature she follows, her pioneering nature to break the rules in all her artistic pursuits.
But, dear Big Cats, it's also a game of balance, crossing the rushing large stream balanced on a thin shaky log. Breaking the rules -- done with every considered caution, or if caution is thrown to the whipping winds...can be the best move ever made by a writer, an artist...or it can be the absolute worst.
To kiss the rules goodbye. Or not. That is always the question asked, and lived within during the Kougar's writing adventures.
Lovely Big Cats! Romp on over for a fascinating blog on mirrors and bad luck by Title Magician Helen. Below is maowing moi's comment:
Hi Helen, wonderful and fascinating subject. Dr. Paglini, a psychic mystical witch of great reputation here in the states, has discussed the magic use of mirrors and mirrors as portals.I learned something new about the luck factor. I always thought the bad luck came from breaking the mirror, then not being able to get one for seven years.I did use a mirror as a portal. My hero, a Djinn, used the mirror to check on our realm. Thanks!
Kiss the rules goodbye and the Kougar smooches you...
Monday, January 7, 2008
Meet the Super-Heroine, Blaze Purple
Hello, Big Kittie Lovers, the winds performed a medium roar across the night prairie, roaring on through the early morning. And the Kougar has, once again, chased the elusive lark of a contest she knows she has not a hope of fang-capturing...but, it was fun to paw-pen the one paragraph entry. An explanation can be found below in the Kougaress's Title Magic blog.
Now...da,da,dah...meet the!
Super-Heroine, Blaze Purple, has just arrived on the hero scene, created by the world turning dark as the crude oil it fights over. This black cloud of corrupt power seeks to enslave All but itself. Those who control and create it, The Enslavers, remain her constant enemies. Whenever Shanna puts on a ring she found in an obscure magic shop, she instantly transforms into an assassin for Good, an assassin who kills The Enslavers with one touch. From a red-haired white wych of the Wiccan faith, she shifts to a taller stature, with raven black tresses, angular exotic features, black slant eyes, ghost pale skin, ruby stark lips and black glisten nails like daggers. Also, her new ability to wear spiked high-heel purple boots is useful in maiming, or luring her enemies to their demise. So far, the top enforcement detective, ‘Ace Wolf’ Ventura, in fierce pursuit and determined to halt the assassinations, has been spared. He possesses his own super powers, derived from his ancient heritage. Blaze Purple often travels as brilliant purple flame and her sex-hot corset costume is a dark shade of neon purple with black lacings. Of course, the costume’s design and shades of purple vary at her whim, and vary as her powers grow.
The new year of ONE, is all about the magic of the Superheroine.
Indeed, the kick-butt soft-hearted Superheroine of the Age Aquarian.
Hey, it sorta rhymes. A tiny brain idiosyncrasy on my part, please forgive.Wonder Woman! ...as ‘beautiful as Aphrodite, wise as Athena, swifter than Hermes, and stronger than Hercules’...Founder of the Justice League. Where are you my Amazonian Princess when we all so desperately need you? Still out in TV land?
Who can ever forget Lynda Carter as Wonder Woman? That red, white and blue starry costume representative of all that is good about America. Truth, justice and the American way. And lordy, lordy, did she have ‘the’ sexy curves! That waist beneath her impressively-sized bosom, do you even see a celebrity these days with that waist, those gorgeous generous curves anymore? Well, Delta Burke, but she was ridden out on the rails proclaiming anorexia as the new beauty standard. But, as usual, I digress. Yes, Lynda Carter as Wonder Woman captured my imagination, urging me toward comic book land more than any other superheroine at that time.
Comic book land, where Wonder Woman lives in pulp perpetuity. Always within our cultural consciousness. She lives as that splendid strong archetype, a woman saving the world for us all, for everyone she loves – and often saving the world from itself.Wonder Woman like every superheroine lives in my daydream world, my author’s fantasy world, where I live as a superheroine. Where I create my novel’s heroines. For example, Sheridan in All Shades of Blue Paradise, must help save her beloved equine lands by agreeing to ride in the savage horse game of Braverth, against a man who is brutally devoted to her defeat.
Yep, Wonder Woman, I could certainly use the lasso of truth. Big time use it! And I certainly need your awesome bracelet shield these days. Why? Injustice has become the norm in our culture. Is that one very obvious reason a lot of us ‘long’ like the poor smitten sod...or we crave, desperately crave Heroes. The heroes of our romance novels?
Heroines and Heroes...ergo, dear Superheroine Magicians, the fan-sensation tv show, Heroes. Don’t we all wish? It was true. I know, I do.
Isn’t it time we all arrived to our Power...because it takes all of us Superheroines...all of us arriving, as the slayers in Buffy, the Vampire Slayer arrived. These girls becoming women came forth to save the world – the only way it could be saved, by arriving at an understanding of their power, then, by accepting their Power. Using their Power.
How did this blog come about? Pat, one of the American Title IV finalists for her entry, A Touch of Heaven. Currently Pat isn’t blogging regularly with us, but she always has an open invitation.
Below is the loop message which inspired Superheroines:
Pat! If you're still out there. I would so luv for you to blog about your entry into the 'Create a Superheroine' contest, and about the contest itself. Haven't heard of that one! Big fan of the tv Wonder Woman, if you can do her better, I want to see it!
SavannaLet's see how it goes. I sent in two concepts, but the editor only responded to one. If anyone else is interested, the info's in the Newsarama section of the Comic Shop News website (www.csnsider.com). You'll have to do a search because I think the thread's been archived ("Create a Superheroine" has been working for me). This is a legit contest with a legit comic book publishing company, targeted at writers. You don't have to know how to draw. The writer has to split proceeds 50/50 with the artist, but I'm cool with that. Deadline for round one, the one-paragraph "pitch," is January 31. Ten finalists will be chosen to submit 5 pages of script for their book. Five entries will be chosen from that and Newsarama readers will vote on their favorite. Winner gets to write a 3-issue miniseries. Gee, this all sounds so familiar.
Does this count as a blog entry?
Pat
Yes, Pat, it does count!!! And Sparkles, our resident fairy, shoots sequin-clouds of good luck your way from her fiercest wand of Power.
For any heroine or hero interested, details of the ‘Create a Super-Heroine’ contest can be found at Newsarama. Like Pat suggested, which I did, if you Google it, the page access pops right up, and there is an e-mail entry link provided.But you have to be faster than Wonder Woman’s whip, the one paragraph story synopsis must be ‘e-mail’ sent by January 31, 2008.
p.s. If you want a sneak peek of the cover art and the blurb of All Shades of Blue Paradise, hit the Siren Publishing link located with the other links, and look on the Coming Soon page.
Super-Heroine kisses from the Kougar...
Now...da,da,dah...meet the!
Super-Heroine, Blaze Purple, has just arrived on the hero scene, created by the world turning dark as the crude oil it fights over. This black cloud of corrupt power seeks to enslave All but itself. Those who control and create it, The Enslavers, remain her constant enemies. Whenever Shanna puts on a ring she found in an obscure magic shop, she instantly transforms into an assassin for Good, an assassin who kills The Enslavers with one touch. From a red-haired white wych of the Wiccan faith, she shifts to a taller stature, with raven black tresses, angular exotic features, black slant eyes, ghost pale skin, ruby stark lips and black glisten nails like daggers. Also, her new ability to wear spiked high-heel purple boots is useful in maiming, or luring her enemies to their demise. So far, the top enforcement detective, ‘Ace Wolf’ Ventura, in fierce pursuit and determined to halt the assassinations, has been spared. He possesses his own super powers, derived from his ancient heritage. Blaze Purple often travels as brilliant purple flame and her sex-hot corset costume is a dark shade of neon purple with black lacings. Of course, the costume’s design and shades of purple vary at her whim, and vary as her powers grow.
The Magic of the Superheroine
The new year of ONE, is all about the magic of the Superheroine.
Indeed, the kick-butt soft-hearted Superheroine of the Age Aquarian.
Hey, it sorta rhymes. A tiny brain idiosyncrasy on my part, please forgive.Wonder Woman! ...as ‘beautiful as Aphrodite, wise as Athena, swifter than Hermes, and stronger than Hercules’...Founder of the Justice League. Where are you my Amazonian Princess when we all so desperately need you? Still out in TV land?
Who can ever forget Lynda Carter as Wonder Woman? That red, white and blue starry costume representative of all that is good about America. Truth, justice and the American way. And lordy, lordy, did she have ‘the’ sexy curves! That waist beneath her impressively-sized bosom, do you even see a celebrity these days with that waist, those gorgeous generous curves anymore? Well, Delta Burke, but she was ridden out on the rails proclaiming anorexia as the new beauty standard. But, as usual, I digress. Yes, Lynda Carter as Wonder Woman captured my imagination, urging me toward comic book land more than any other superheroine at that time.
Comic book land, where Wonder Woman lives in pulp perpetuity. Always within our cultural consciousness. She lives as that splendid strong archetype, a woman saving the world for us all, for everyone she loves – and often saving the world from itself.Wonder Woman like every superheroine lives in my daydream world, my author’s fantasy world, where I live as a superheroine. Where I create my novel’s heroines. For example, Sheridan in All Shades of Blue Paradise, must help save her beloved equine lands by agreeing to ride in the savage horse game of Braverth, against a man who is brutally devoted to her defeat.
Yep, Wonder Woman, I could certainly use the lasso of truth. Big time use it! And I certainly need your awesome bracelet shield these days. Why? Injustice has become the norm in our culture. Is that one very obvious reason a lot of us ‘long’ like the poor smitten sod...or we crave, desperately crave Heroes. The heroes of our romance novels?
Heroines and Heroes...ergo, dear Superheroine Magicians, the fan-sensation tv show, Heroes. Don’t we all wish? It was true. I know, I do.
Isn’t it time we all arrived to our Power...because it takes all of us Superheroines...all of us arriving, as the slayers in Buffy, the Vampire Slayer arrived. These girls becoming women came forth to save the world – the only way it could be saved, by arriving at an understanding of their power, then, by accepting their Power. Using their Power.
How did this blog come about? Pat, one of the American Title IV finalists for her entry, A Touch of Heaven. Currently Pat isn’t blogging regularly with us, but she always has an open invitation.
Below is the loop message which inspired Superheroines:
Pat! If you're still out there. I would so luv for you to blog about your entry into the 'Create a Superheroine' contest, and about the contest itself. Haven't heard of that one! Big fan of the tv Wonder Woman, if you can do her better, I want to see it!
SavannaLet's see how it goes. I sent in two concepts, but the editor only responded to one. If anyone else is interested, the info's in the Newsarama section of the Comic Shop News website (www.csnsider.com). You'll have to do a search because I think the thread's been archived ("Create a Superheroine" has been working for me). This is a legit contest with a legit comic book publishing company, targeted at writers. You don't have to know how to draw. The writer has to split proceeds 50/50 with the artist, but I'm cool with that. Deadline for round one, the one-paragraph "pitch," is January 31. Ten finalists will be chosen to submit 5 pages of script for their book. Five entries will be chosen from that and Newsarama readers will vote on their favorite. Winner gets to write a 3-issue miniseries. Gee, this all sounds so familiar.
Does this count as a blog entry?
Pat
Yes, Pat, it does count!!! And Sparkles, our resident fairy, shoots sequin-clouds of good luck your way from her fiercest wand of Power.
For any heroine or hero interested, details of the ‘Create a Super-Heroine’ contest can be found at Newsarama. Like Pat suggested, which I did, if you Google it, the page access pops right up, and there is an e-mail entry link provided.But you have to be faster than Wonder Woman’s whip, the one paragraph story synopsis must be ‘e-mail’ sent by January 31, 2008.
p.s. If you want a sneak peek of the cover art and the blurb of All Shades of Blue Paradise, hit the Siren Publishing link located with the other links, and look on the Coming Soon page.
Super-Heroine kisses from the Kougar...
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Baby Cubs, it's mild outside
Baby cubs, it's mild outside. For now, winter is but a memory upon the tame prairie, until the winds o' change sweep through bitterly once again, and the horrendous storms of California attack. Yes, the doors of the lair are open, and the Kougar is smiling with a genuine happiness because her power bill will be lessened. Yay! Yay! The Kougar's frolicking dance ensues.
...incessant rains and winds, more rain expected...that's the weather news for Washington state, Oregon and California...all sympathies extended to the residents. May Bast and the heavenly angels come to your aid.
No, not with the shuddering massive bang of a gigundis earthquake, but with the endless crashing whimper of mud sliding into the ocean...is that California's long-awaited fate?
There was a time in the Kougar's past when the lure of the golden state was an immense gleam in her eye. Not now. But back then, the seventies and eighties, there was freedom, a glorious creative freedom to be had...yes, the priceless gold of creativity and freedom. Not now.
The black foul troops are marshaled, and just waiting for their orders from headquarters. And so it is also, on the heart of the prairies. There's just a tiny bit more room to breathe right now...right now...
Actually, dear Big Cats, the Kougar had intended to discuss her search for the hero of RED LIONESS TAMED, which has evolved into an eye-exhausted prowling search, a search engine odyssey on the world wide web. Nowhere, but nowhere -- from romance cover art to swashbucklers sites, with massive territory in between...like the fantasy art realms! wahoo and wowza! -- Nowhere, Big Kitties, has the Kougar discovered an image likeness of her lone space captain hero. Darn the starhole luck!
Any suggestions from the independent cat gallery out there?
Prairie mild smooches from the Kougar...
...incessant rains and winds, more rain expected...that's the weather news for Washington state, Oregon and California...all sympathies extended to the residents. May Bast and the heavenly angels come to your aid.
No, not with the shuddering massive bang of a gigundis earthquake, but with the endless crashing whimper of mud sliding into the ocean...is that California's long-awaited fate?
There was a time in the Kougar's past when the lure of the golden state was an immense gleam in her eye. Not now. But back then, the seventies and eighties, there was freedom, a glorious creative freedom to be had...yes, the priceless gold of creativity and freedom. Not now.
The black foul troops are marshaled, and just waiting for their orders from headquarters. And so it is also, on the heart of the prairies. There's just a tiny bit more room to breathe right now...right now...
Actually, dear Big Cats, the Kougar had intended to discuss her search for the hero of RED LIONESS TAMED, which has evolved into an eye-exhausted prowling search, a search engine odyssey on the world wide web. Nowhere, but nowhere -- from romance cover art to swashbucklers sites, with massive territory in between...like the fantasy art realms! wahoo and wowza! -- Nowhere, Big Kitties, has the Kougar discovered an image likeness of her lone space captain hero. Darn the starhole luck!
Any suggestions from the independent cat gallery out there?
Prairie mild smooches from the Kougar...
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Blue Paradise Tingles
Yes, the Kougar experienced blue paradise tingles.
And the debate whether to continue tingling, or not to continue this buzzy sneaky little happy tingle...well, yowl, it rages deep inside the Kougar's soul.
To tingle, or not to tingle, that is the question before the Kougaress, in this tiny moment, dear Big Kittie Lovers. It is a delicious tingle, tempered by the roaring all-consuming ferocity of life. A tremulous little tingle, indeed. Yes, the Kougar has been offered up a small praise for her to-be e-published All Shades of Blue Paradise.
No, the tingle can't be entirely turned off by the nightmare circumstances currently beyond the Kougar's control, which she despises. No, the tingle hasn't been dissolved yet, despite moving forward in the un-brave new world. Un-brave, and incredibly brave in all the individuals now fighting for their freedom. The human right to true and lasting freedom.
Before the Kougar leaps upon her ever-ready soap box, her tail flipping back forth in fierce seriousness, she will continue toward a much more fun course, the quest to understand dimensional reality, the very mysterious nature of our universe.
The World of the Blue Pearl Moon on the planet, Gryphiz, soars its being down into the Kougar's written words. Yet, the mystic question arises like Aphrodite from the sea, dripping and beautiful, at once ethereal and carnal...does the author bring forth in an act of Creation the world she writes? Or does the world already exist, just waiting for her roving astral spirit to discover its existence? Or dreaming-perhaps, it is another life time spent upon this aristocratic and passion-splendid world? Does the authoress let this newly discovered realm live inside the high realms of her imagination, thus, to be born into this world as written word?
Or...insert here...all other wild, wonderful, terrible and dangerous possibilities.
Savage truth to tell, the Kougaress wishes with all her heart the World of the Blue Pearl Moon truly exists. For, she would dearly adore living in this realm. This world-realm feels real, despite the Kouar's infamous and never-failing imagination. Still, if this world does not exist two dimensions over from Earth, it should.
Blue paradise kisses and tingles from the Kougar...
And the debate whether to continue tingling, or not to continue this buzzy sneaky little happy tingle...well, yowl, it rages deep inside the Kougar's soul.
To tingle, or not to tingle, that is the question before the Kougaress, in this tiny moment, dear Big Kittie Lovers. It is a delicious tingle, tempered by the roaring all-consuming ferocity of life. A tremulous little tingle, indeed. Yes, the Kougar has been offered up a small praise for her to-be e-published All Shades of Blue Paradise.
No, the tingle can't be entirely turned off by the nightmare circumstances currently beyond the Kougar's control, which she despises. No, the tingle hasn't been dissolved yet, despite moving forward in the un-brave new world. Un-brave, and incredibly brave in all the individuals now fighting for their freedom. The human right to true and lasting freedom.
Before the Kougar leaps upon her ever-ready soap box, her tail flipping back forth in fierce seriousness, she will continue toward a much more fun course, the quest to understand dimensional reality, the very mysterious nature of our universe.
The World of the Blue Pearl Moon on the planet, Gryphiz, soars its being down into the Kougar's written words. Yet, the mystic question arises like Aphrodite from the sea, dripping and beautiful, at once ethereal and carnal...does the author bring forth in an act of Creation the world she writes? Or does the world already exist, just waiting for her roving astral spirit to discover its existence? Or dreaming-perhaps, it is another life time spent upon this aristocratic and passion-splendid world? Does the authoress let this newly discovered realm live inside the high realms of her imagination, thus, to be born into this world as written word?
Or...insert here...all other wild, wonderful, terrible and dangerous possibilities.
Savage truth to tell, the Kougaress wishes with all her heart the World of the Blue Pearl Moon truly exists. For, she would dearly adore living in this realm. This world-realm feels real, despite the Kouar's infamous and never-failing imagination. Still, if this world does not exist two dimensions over from Earth, it should.
Blue paradise kisses and tingles from the Kougar...
Friday, January 4, 2008
The Chill-Hot Tingle of Sexy
My Lovely and Long-tailed Cats, well, bobcats included, of course -- is the Kougar ever wide-smiling glad to be back on her winter-isolated prairie -- back from larder-stocking and other such life necessities. Not only for the sake of adoring the grass-lush open beauty all around her, but for the very sake of life itself.
Indeed, vampyres have invaded, the Kougaress has become convinced. Perhaps, not the blood-sucking variety -- most certainly the life force sucking variety. For all around her the population of humans are practically lifeless, locked inside their shopping stupors. The Kougar swears she felt like just one more automaton going about her larder stocking, so different to what life used to be. Sparks of life, sounds of life, breaths of life...well, perhaps, it is the just time of day...but, no, that is merely the easy rationalization against what is the profound truth. Life, that spiritual essence of creativity, is being sucked out of us all. In a hundred different ways, yet with one ultimate goal.
Control. Control is the goal.
Speaking of control, the Kougar sharply twitches her tail, scowls and wishes she could sink her angry fangs into the postal system, which failed to deliver as advertised. She merely hopes now, all things can be happily resolved with the sent-to party, since it involves her launched writer's career. All good thoughts deeply appreciated, cat or not.
Happy reading Big Cats! Charge on over to Title Magic. It's the vampire writing magic of Colleen Gleason, talk about the big chill-hot tingle of sexy!
And her latest title, Bleeding Dusk, how poetically splendid is that? Moi is quite rumbling envious.
Of course, my Kitties all, how could you escape the Kougar's comment:
Hi Colleen, I have to admit the first cover left me breathless the first time I saw in RT. And like you expressed the second cover is beautiful in its own way. But, that third cover is soooo much more breathless. And your title! I adored that title with the cover when I, again, saw it in RT. Honestly, on occasion, I will buy a book just because of its cover, even knowing I won't care for the story. However, what gets me to pick up a book is often the title. I guess I'm a title junky. Then what really sells me on a book is, if once I've drooled over the cover, and I've read the blurb and it's piqued my interest, I'll check out a page, or they used to have long excerpts. Honestly, if I didn't know the author, it would be the excerpt or page I read that sold me.Thank you for sharing, it's been invaluable. And I have cover-envy!
Chill-hot tingle kisses from the Kougar...
Indeed, vampyres have invaded, the Kougaress has become convinced. Perhaps, not the blood-sucking variety -- most certainly the life force sucking variety. For all around her the population of humans are practically lifeless, locked inside their shopping stupors. The Kougar swears she felt like just one more automaton going about her larder stocking, so different to what life used to be. Sparks of life, sounds of life, breaths of life...well, perhaps, it is the just time of day...but, no, that is merely the easy rationalization against what is the profound truth. Life, that spiritual essence of creativity, is being sucked out of us all. In a hundred different ways, yet with one ultimate goal.
Control. Control is the goal.
Speaking of control, the Kougar sharply twitches her tail, scowls and wishes she could sink her angry fangs into the postal system, which failed to deliver as advertised. She merely hopes now, all things can be happily resolved with the sent-to party, since it involves her launched writer's career. All good thoughts deeply appreciated, cat or not.
Happy reading Big Cats! Charge on over to Title Magic. It's the vampire writing magic of Colleen Gleason, talk about the big chill-hot tingle of sexy!
And her latest title, Bleeding Dusk, how poetically splendid is that? Moi is quite rumbling envious.
Of course, my Kitties all, how could you escape the Kougar's comment:
Hi Colleen, I have to admit the first cover left me breathless the first time I saw in RT. And like you expressed the second cover is beautiful in its own way. But, that third cover is soooo much more breathless. And your title! I adored that title with the cover when I, again, saw it in RT. Honestly, on occasion, I will buy a book just because of its cover, even knowing I won't care for the story. However, what gets me to pick up a book is often the title. I guess I'm a title junky. Then what really sells me on a book is, if once I've drooled over the cover, and I've read the blurb and it's piqued my interest, I'll check out a page, or they used to have long excerpts. Honestly, if I didn't know the author, it would be the excerpt or page I read that sold me.Thank you for sharing, it's been invaluable. And I have cover-envy!
Chill-hot tingle kisses from the Kougar...
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