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...
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
Running on the Wild Side
Run on the wild side, Big Beautiful Cats, a passionate theme raging throughout the Kougar's being since moi was the tiniest cub -- yes, on her toddler legs -- running a large distance before her dad could chase her down -- to his surprise. Every now and then, the Kougaress's Dad would recount that story, telling the Kougar he knew his first cub would be a fast runner.
Indeedy, lo those days of suburban-running youth, the Kougar raced, and was fast -- faster than most of the boy cubs. Of course, in her ancient day, there weren't real athletic opportunities for girl cubs -- a terrible horror to her untamed spirit.
And, further house of horrors, she was always being told not to out run the boys, she would never find a husband-mate. Sadly, this has proven to be true. Rumbling pain, an agony always living within her heart.
Roar and wildness! Big Bold Cats all. Thus, the Kougar writes what she would live, had she not been cruelly denied. Her heroines run and race as fast as their fire-fierce spirits. Her heroines know true love, true ferocious passion. They live all the Kougaress has been denied -- is denied. They live adventures beyond this mere mortal Earth. The OtherWorlds of the Kougar's imaginations, the other dimensions of quantum physics.
Purring of...the color rough drafts for the cover of Red Lioness Tamed are just tail-swishing, tingly-spirit wonderful!
Take a peek, dear Big Kitties, at Title Magic's guest blogger. Marge is an incredible woman with an amazing knowledge about body language for writers and for anyone who speaks in public, or for any public presentation of yourself. Moi's meows below.
Margie, fascinating topic. I have read a few books on body language. However, your knowledge and info sound much more comprehensive. I assume you use hypnotherapy to assist people with body language issues.
I intentionally took speech courses in college because I was an absolute wreck in sixth grade giving a book review before the class. I discovered my ability to connect with the audience. Very powerful experience.
Ginger, I luv that orange story. That was just too good!
Mel, not a librarian -- but I've worked in retail a lot, and it does make a huge difference in your ability to deal successfully with people.
Thanks, Margie. We all needed this.
Running kisses from the Kougar...
Indeedy, lo those days of suburban-running youth, the Kougar raced, and was fast -- faster than most of the boy cubs. Of course, in her ancient day, there weren't real athletic opportunities for girl cubs -- a terrible horror to her untamed spirit.
And, further house of horrors, she was always being told not to out run the boys, she would never find a husband-mate. Sadly, this has proven to be true. Rumbling pain, an agony always living within her heart.
Roar and wildness! Big Bold Cats all. Thus, the Kougar writes what she would live, had she not been cruelly denied. Her heroines run and race as fast as their fire-fierce spirits. Her heroines know true love, true ferocious passion. They live all the Kougaress has been denied -- is denied. They live adventures beyond this mere mortal Earth. The OtherWorlds of the Kougar's imaginations, the other dimensions of quantum physics.
Purring of...the color rough drafts for the cover of Red Lioness Tamed are just tail-swishing, tingly-spirit wonderful!
Take a peek, dear Big Kitties, at Title Magic's guest blogger. Marge is an incredible woman with an amazing knowledge about body language for writers and for anyone who speaks in public, or for any public presentation of yourself. Moi's meows below.
Margie, fascinating topic. I have read a few books on body language. However, your knowledge and info sound much more comprehensive. I assume you use hypnotherapy to assist people with body language issues.
I intentionally took speech courses in college because I was an absolute wreck in sixth grade giving a book review before the class. I discovered my ability to connect with the audience. Very powerful experience.
Ginger, I luv that orange story. That was just too good!
Mel, not a librarian -- but I've worked in retail a lot, and it does make a huge difference in your ability to deal successfully with people.
Thanks, Margie. We all needed this.
Running kisses from the Kougar...
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Big Smooches to the Title Magicians
Beautiful Big Cats, snow coats the brown grass-flattened prairie. When the Kougar journeyed down to her mailbox, she enjoyed the snowflake flurry driven parallell to her windshield, instead of floaty falling down to the ground.
The crisis of sadness is over, thank the Divine. Her Title Magician buddies have rallied round. Yes, moi is sometime over-sensitive and has done her fierce best to overcome. However, she has been raked over the proverbial hot coals since her tiny cub-hood. Abuse, in whatever form it takes, always leaves scars, always leaves it's horror residue. No meowing-excuses, there it is, and the horror still takes it toll at times -- leaves chinks in the Kougar's emotional armor -- despite the real healing the Kougaress has accomplished, and has received as pure Grace.
On a happy-swishing tail note! The rough draft of the heroine's lioness-human face in Red Lioness Tamed came today. It's beautiful! Loud purring ensues...and a lithe Kougar dance of joy.
On a note of accomplishment, the Kougar posted her 'introduction' at Liquid Silver Books...yes, just for her legions of kitty shifter lovers of the genre.
On a note of frustration, the Kougaress, tail-slashing vigorously, wishes she knew how to post the image of Siren Publishing's Best Book Publisher award from Preditors and Editors Reading Poll on this blog site, and on other web pages. Just how it's done the way she wants it done, eludes her kitty un-tech brain currently.
Meow-yowling complaint!
Take a sleek stroll over to Title Magic, Big Cats. Enjoy Holli's blog about the first lines in our favorite novels. Moi's comments below on Holli's blog and on the Kougar's New Atlantis blog.
As a reader I never really paid attention to the first sentence, except how it pulled me into the story and created the mood. Truthfully, first lines have never stuck with me. However, with the American Title IV, it became a whole new ballgame. I luv, to paraphrase, 'he didn't know he was a werewolf'. That's just too kool for some reason. Here's to the great first line in our novels.
Mel, thanks. Glad your back with us. Missed you.
Holli, have you ever thought of using and exploring your connection to that place in France for a novel? Could be a great story in the making.
Anitra, thanks! I'm so excited for you. Yeah, I had to put all that life experience into something.
Helen, that shapeshifter chihuahua sure made himself known in my imagination. What better dececption than a cute shivering chihuahua to get into someone's home?
A personal thank you note. Thanks, Title Magicians, for the support.
Tail-flicking kisses from the Kougar...
The crisis of sadness is over, thank the Divine. Her Title Magician buddies have rallied round. Yes, moi is sometime over-sensitive and has done her fierce best to overcome. However, she has been raked over the proverbial hot coals since her tiny cub-hood. Abuse, in whatever form it takes, always leaves scars, always leaves it's horror residue. No meowing-excuses, there it is, and the horror still takes it toll at times -- leaves chinks in the Kougar's emotional armor -- despite the real healing the Kougaress has accomplished, and has received as pure Grace.
On a happy-swishing tail note! The rough draft of the heroine's lioness-human face in Red Lioness Tamed came today. It's beautiful! Loud purring ensues...and a lithe Kougar dance of joy.
On a note of accomplishment, the Kougar posted her 'introduction' at Liquid Silver Books...yes, just for her legions of kitty shifter lovers of the genre.
On a note of frustration, the Kougaress, tail-slashing vigorously, wishes she knew how to post the image of Siren Publishing's Best Book Publisher award from Preditors and Editors Reading Poll on this blog site, and on other web pages. Just how it's done the way she wants it done, eludes her kitty un-tech brain currently.
Meow-yowling complaint!
Take a sleek stroll over to Title Magic, Big Cats. Enjoy Holli's blog about the first lines in our favorite novels. Moi's comments below on Holli's blog and on the Kougar's New Atlantis blog.
As a reader I never really paid attention to the first sentence, except how it pulled me into the story and created the mood. Truthfully, first lines have never stuck with me. However, with the American Title IV, it became a whole new ballgame. I luv, to paraphrase, 'he didn't know he was a werewolf'. That's just too kool for some reason. Here's to the great first line in our novels.
Mel, thanks. Glad your back with us. Missed you.
Holli, have you ever thought of using and exploring your connection to that place in France for a novel? Could be a great story in the making.
Anitra, thanks! I'm so excited for you. Yeah, I had to put all that life experience into something.
Helen, that shapeshifter chihuahua sure made himself known in my imagination. What better dececption than a cute shivering chihuahua to get into someone's home?
A personal thank you note. Thanks, Title Magicians, for the support.
Tail-flicking kisses from the Kougar...
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
The Kiss of New Atlantis
Aaaah, dear Big Cats, it's a lonely world for the Kougar today. She worked her brain into a roaring frenzy creating her blog for Title Magic. Her little heart is sad with despair. Nevertheless a soft meow, and a tiny hope someone will enjoy it, someday.
Perhaps, she should simply claw-remove it, as if it never existed. An option to be rumbling considered.
Huntress-forging ahead. Here it is...
Atlantis – I was magically hooked the first time I heard that name spoken for one of the mythical lost continents, before Donovan’s mystic radiant song burst onto the scene – at around the age of fourteen.
Atlantis -- it was as if an ethereal burst of stars lit up my insides and glowed in my eyes. I read everything I could find on the antediluvian land Plato spoke about, as a high spiritual and technological civilization lost to a catastrophic deluge. This included the references made to Atlantis by the American Prophet, Edgar Cayce, in his readings. Through the years Atlantis has always haunted me, the seductive ghost remaining beside me. Yes, I have continued studying, researching and listening to those experts in varied disciplines, from hard science to psychic channeling, who have accomplished the most spectacular presentations of the truth – that, indeed, Atlantis did exist. And was the progenitor of many ancient civilizations, Egypt being the most popular and the most recognized.
While I have not studied every tome written on Atlantis, nor am I fanatically researching the last tiny detail put forth, I have let this legendary land and time live within me and live in my imagination. In several lucid dreams I have lived in Atlantis – another life time? I believe so.
I was so fiercely enchanted with Atlantis and it’s terrible demise, that I wrote a short story about the last day on Atlantis as it explodes, then collapses into the ocean. This was for a creative writing class in Junior College (mid 1970's). Never did I dream writing a fictional story about this world-shaking event in our pre-history would end up becoming a lasting scar on my writer’s psyche.
My story was all set to be published in the college literary magazine when I was suddenly informed that would not be happening. Stunned beyond any pain I can express here, I was told I’d plagiarized the story. A bit hard to do, since I hadn’t read anything for several years – you know, with all that reading for college classes.
Nope, I simply wrote the story without any other book on Atlantis, fiction or non-fiction, in front of me. Yep, all in my very own little words. I never was able to convince anyone of that truth, at that time. I even asked to be shown what book I had plagiarized. It never was produced by anyone involved.
May I say, as I write this blog, I realize revenge can be sweet. Indeed, deliciously sweet. Although, revenge was the last thing pouring out of me, out of my imagination, as I wrote about the future rise of Atlantis and the love story between Kalypso and Zhryphus.
No, New Atlantis poured out of my soul, out of my wildest heart – out of my unsinkable Spirit.
With the benefit of hindsight, I believe writing a story about Atlantis rising was inescapable and is, if I am courageously honest with myself, part of my destiny.
My American Title IV entry, Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis – spun and formed in my imagination, turbulent as a sea storm – then sprang forth onto paper and onto my computer screen like Poseidon’s powerful emergence from the ocean.
Below is what you would have seen, had I not met my contest ‘demise’, and yes, Flavia darling, that includes my endless first line.
Is this a good time to congratulate Holli, Trish, Mai and Helen, for their powerful rise in the American Title IV competition? Congratulations, Title Magician buddies!
If you haven’t had the reading pleasure yet, click on over to the Romantic Times website. Indulge your paranormal senses, then vote.
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis
by Savanna Kougar
First Line:
The evil cloud of hair spray dominated the air in guest room 666 at Gardenia’s only motel, The Eternal Magnolia – so named because it was surrounded by a park-like acre of Magnolia trees, saved despite the cataclysmic weather, wars and land changes on Earth.
Heroine and Hero:
Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing is 100 years old in the year 2051. A rebel at heart, an artist by soul, she survived the sterile fifties’ suburbs, the revolutionary turbulence of the sixties, the disco guru seventies. After the suicide of the man she loved, Kalypso barely survived the designer eighties, the fast-forward nineties. In the 21st century Mother Nature rebelled. Kalypso battled for freedom. She never knew why she survived. Until Atlantis rose. Once again.
Agent Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz chose an enforcement career on Earth for several reasons – his fascination with primitive worlds, to make his own way outside the family heritage, to keep official watch for his own Worlds – and, Zerculeon men find Earth women highly desirable, like the gods of old they rival in strength. Since there aren’t enough Zerculeon women, it’s a match made in intergalactic heaven. Especially when Zryphus gets a real eyeful of the Sheriff.
Story Summary:
In 2051, murder is rare in New Atlantis. The risen land of the antediluvian empire, Atlantis, is now a sovereign land colonized by freedom fighters from the former USA, survivors of the Conflicts fought against the New World Order’s attempt to openly rule the world. A Jackie O look-alike is murdered inside her Gardenia, New Atlantis motel room. To Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing it looks like the horrific work of a serial killer from the Federal Union, the Hair Spray Killer, his unlucky thirteenth victim. In a gesture of cooperation she invites the Federal Union Agent in charge of the case, Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz, to assist her in the investigation. Arrogantly, Agent Vasquoz assumes he will be taking over, a notion smashed by the Sheriff. After all, she’s in charge and women run New Atlantis. The battle of the sexes sizzles between them immediately. Zryphus has found the woman he wants to marry. Kalypso has sworn off men forever. Since the protection of citizens is her highest priority, she needs his help to swiftly capture the notorious Hair Spray Killer, a chihuahua shifter – and help her figure out who wants the diary Jackie O may have been murdered over – a newly found diary written by Jacqueline Kennedy during her White House years. When the Hair Spray Killer comes after Kalypso, Zryphus won’t let her out of his sight or their bed. However, the hidden group pulling the Killer Chihuahua’s strings, wants New Atlantis under their thumb – using every necessary evil.
Dialogue Scene:
"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?" Zryphus 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."
Perhaps, she should simply claw-remove it, as if it never existed. An option to be rumbling considered.
Huntress-forging ahead. Here it is...
The Magic of New Atlantis
Donovan’s Atlantis
The continent of Atlantis was an island
Which lay before the great flood
In the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean.
So great an area of land, that from her western shores
Those beautiful sailors journeyed to the South
And the North Americas with ease
In their ships with painted sails.
To the east, Africa was a neighbor,
Across a short strait of sea miles.
The great Egyptian age is but a remnant
Of the Atlantian culture.
The antediluvian kings colonized the world;
All the Gods who play in the mythological dramas
In all legends from all lands were from fair Atlantis.
Knowing her fate, Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth.
On board were the Twelve:
The poet, the physician, the farmer, the scientist, the magician,
And the other so-called Gods of our legends,
Though Gods they were.
And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind,
Let us rejoice and let us sing and dance and ring in the new . . .
Hail Atlantis!
Way down below the ocean, where I wanna be, she may be . . .
Way down below the ocean, where I wanna be, she may be . . .
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah,
I want to see you some day.
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah,
My antediluvian baby.
My antediluvian baby, I love you, girl;
Girl, I want to see you some day.
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah,
I want to see you some day, oh,
My antediluvian baby.
My antediluvian baby, I want to see you;
My antediluvian baby—gotta tell me where she gone—
I want to see you some day,
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, oh yeah;
Oh glub glub, down down, yeah . . .
The continent of Atlantis was an island
Which lay before the great flood
In the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean.
So great an area of land, that from her western shores
Those beautiful sailors journeyed to the South
And the North Americas with ease
In their ships with painted sails.
To the east, Africa was a neighbor,
Across a short strait of sea miles.
The great Egyptian age is but a remnant
Of the Atlantian culture.
The antediluvian kings colonized the world;
All the Gods who play in the mythological dramas
In all legends from all lands were from fair Atlantis.
Knowing her fate, Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth.
On board were the Twelve:
The poet, the physician, the farmer, the scientist, the magician,
And the other so-called Gods of our legends,
Though Gods they were.
And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind,
Let us rejoice and let us sing and dance and ring in the new . . .
Hail Atlantis!
Way down below the ocean, where I wanna be, she may be . . .
Way down below the ocean, where I wanna be, she may be . . .
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah,
I want to see you some day.
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah,
My antediluvian baby.
My antediluvian baby, I love you, girl;
Girl, I want to see you some day.
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah,
I want to see you some day, oh,
My antediluvian baby.
My antediluvian baby, I want to see you;
My antediluvian baby—gotta tell me where she gone—
I want to see you some day,
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, oh yeah;
Oh glub glub, down down, yeah . . .
Atlantis – I was magically hooked the first time I heard that name spoken for one of the mythical lost continents, before Donovan’s mystic radiant song burst onto the scene – at around the age of fourteen.
Atlantis -- it was as if an ethereal burst of stars lit up my insides and glowed in my eyes. I read everything I could find on the antediluvian land Plato spoke about, as a high spiritual and technological civilization lost to a catastrophic deluge. This included the references made to Atlantis by the American Prophet, Edgar Cayce, in his readings. Through the years Atlantis has always haunted me, the seductive ghost remaining beside me. Yes, I have continued studying, researching and listening to those experts in varied disciplines, from hard science to psychic channeling, who have accomplished the most spectacular presentations of the truth – that, indeed, Atlantis did exist. And was the progenitor of many ancient civilizations, Egypt being the most popular and the most recognized.
While I have not studied every tome written on Atlantis, nor am I fanatically researching the last tiny detail put forth, I have let this legendary land and time live within me and live in my imagination. In several lucid dreams I have lived in Atlantis – another life time? I believe so.
I was so fiercely enchanted with Atlantis and it’s terrible demise, that I wrote a short story about the last day on Atlantis as it explodes, then collapses into the ocean. This was for a creative writing class in Junior College (mid 1970's). Never did I dream writing a fictional story about this world-shaking event in our pre-history would end up becoming a lasting scar on my writer’s psyche.
My story was all set to be published in the college literary magazine when I was suddenly informed that would not be happening. Stunned beyond any pain I can express here, I was told I’d plagiarized the story. A bit hard to do, since I hadn’t read anything for several years – you know, with all that reading for college classes.
Nope, I simply wrote the story without any other book on Atlantis, fiction or non-fiction, in front of me. Yep, all in my very own little words. I never was able to convince anyone of that truth, at that time. I even asked to be shown what book I had plagiarized. It never was produced by anyone involved.
May I say, as I write this blog, I realize revenge can be sweet. Indeed, deliciously sweet. Although, revenge was the last thing pouring out of me, out of my imagination, as I wrote about the future rise of Atlantis and the love story between Kalypso and Zhryphus.
No, New Atlantis poured out of my soul, out of my wildest heart – out of my unsinkable Spirit.
With the benefit of hindsight, I believe writing a story about Atlantis rising was inescapable and is, if I am courageously honest with myself, part of my destiny.
My American Title IV entry, Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis – spun and formed in my imagination, turbulent as a sea storm – then sprang forth onto paper and onto my computer screen like Poseidon’s powerful emergence from the ocean.
Below is what you would have seen, had I not met my contest ‘demise’, and yes, Flavia darling, that includes my endless first line.
Is this a good time to congratulate Holli, Trish, Mai and Helen, for their powerful rise in the American Title IV competition? Congratulations, Title Magician buddies!
If you haven’t had the reading pleasure yet, click on over to the Romantic Times website. Indulge your paranormal senses, then vote.
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis
by Savanna Kougar
First Line:
The evil cloud of hair spray dominated the air in guest room 666 at Gardenia’s only motel, The Eternal Magnolia – so named because it was surrounded by a park-like acre of Magnolia trees, saved despite the cataclysmic weather, wars and land changes on Earth.
Heroine and Hero:
Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing is 100 years old in the year 2051. A rebel at heart, an artist by soul, she survived the sterile fifties’ suburbs, the revolutionary turbulence of the sixties, the disco guru seventies. After the suicide of the man she loved, Kalypso barely survived the designer eighties, the fast-forward nineties. In the 21st century Mother Nature rebelled. Kalypso battled for freedom. She never knew why she survived. Until Atlantis rose. Once again.
Agent Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz chose an enforcement career on Earth for several reasons – his fascination with primitive worlds, to make his own way outside the family heritage, to keep official watch for his own Worlds – and, Zerculeon men find Earth women highly desirable, like the gods of old they rival in strength. Since there aren’t enough Zerculeon women, it’s a match made in intergalactic heaven. Especially when Zryphus gets a real eyeful of the Sheriff.
Story Summary:
In 2051, murder is rare in New Atlantis. The risen land of the antediluvian empire, Atlantis, is now a sovereign land colonized by freedom fighters from the former USA, survivors of the Conflicts fought against the New World Order’s attempt to openly rule the world. A Jackie O look-alike is murdered inside her Gardenia, New Atlantis motel room. To Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing it looks like the horrific work of a serial killer from the Federal Union, the Hair Spray Killer, his unlucky thirteenth victim. In a gesture of cooperation she invites the Federal Union Agent in charge of the case, Zryphus Dolen Vasquoz, to assist her in the investigation. Arrogantly, Agent Vasquoz assumes he will be taking over, a notion smashed by the Sheriff. After all, she’s in charge and women run New Atlantis. The battle of the sexes sizzles between them immediately. Zryphus has found the woman he wants to marry. Kalypso has sworn off men forever. Since the protection of citizens is her highest priority, she needs his help to swiftly capture the notorious Hair Spray Killer, a chihuahua shifter – and help her figure out who wants the diary Jackie O may have been murdered over – a newly found diary written by Jacqueline Kennedy during her White House years. When the Hair Spray Killer comes after Kalypso, Zryphus won’t let her out of his sight or their bed. However, the hidden group pulling the Killer Chihuahua’s strings, wants New Atlantis under their thumb – using every necessary evil.
Dialogue Scene:
"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?" Zryphus 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."
***
Mystery o’ great mystery of life, Magicians All, once again, my past collides with my present. My starry-eyed fascination with Atlantis collides with my land-risen futuristic world of New Atlantis.
Yes, I admit it, the magic of New Atlantis continues the magical spell cast over me, the instant I heard the name, Atlantis.
Mystery o’ great mystery of life, Magicians All, once again, my past collides with my present. My starry-eyed fascination with Atlantis collides with my land-risen futuristic world of New Atlantis.
Yes, I admit it, the magic of New Atlantis continues the magical spell cast over me, the instant I heard the name, Atlantis.
Sad kisses from the Kougar...
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Caterwauling Smooches and Semi-Colons
Yesterday, Big Cats, southern winds kept the tame prairie so warm, the Kougar's power bill sighed with relief. Not today. Ooo...ick! Yep, the winds rule, arctic cold winds blasting the temp down into the middle teens. A small flurry of snow graced the Kougaress's eye, tiny whirling floaty snowflakes.
Caterwauling excitement! The Kougar just received two cover art drafts for her lioness shifter novella, Red Lioness Tamed. Now, all she has to do is decide...? And! She completed her punctuation edits...for now. Yay! Frolicking tumble, yay!
Question, Kitty novel writers: Do any of your story characters think in semi-colons? Meow and soft yowl, there is a music to how we think, a rhythm...from furious rushes of thought...then a pause, next a drumbeat forward. Maybe we think in hip-hop or a Bach symphony...yes, depending on our mood, our emotion, or on our circumstances. Depending on who we are...what our life-savage passions are. The Kougar is thinking, perhaps, report writers, science writers think in semi-colons -- for that is part of their world, their way being. And you, what is your music?
Tomorrow is blog day for the Kougar at Title Magic. If you feel a passion for all things Atlantis, take an alert romp on over. Featured will be moi's life-long love affair with Atlantis and her American Title IV entry, Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis.
To strike a different paw note, my Big Cats, walking the same journey as the Kougaress, there are huge changes afoot in our wild, mad world. Dance through them as you can and know the Kougar is always with you in Spirit.
Today is our day, Big Beautiful Kitties, Mel entertains us with the story of her cat at Title Magic. Yes, her kitty is domestic. Nonetheless, completely adorable. Below is moi's happy comment.
Mel, I smiled all the way through your cat story. We had a siamese when I was growing up, and your kitty reminds me of her.
What can I say? My doggies are my babies. Yup, they ground me, keep me from floating away into writing land too much. They let me woggle them, kiss them and hug them. They remind me daily what love is all about.
Caterwauling smooches from the Kougar...
Caterwauling excitement! The Kougar just received two cover art drafts for her lioness shifter novella, Red Lioness Tamed. Now, all she has to do is decide...? And! She completed her punctuation edits...for now. Yay! Frolicking tumble, yay!
Question, Kitty novel writers: Do any of your story characters think in semi-colons? Meow and soft yowl, there is a music to how we think, a rhythm...from furious rushes of thought...then a pause, next a drumbeat forward. Maybe we think in hip-hop or a Bach symphony...yes, depending on our mood, our emotion, or on our circumstances. Depending on who we are...what our life-savage passions are. The Kougar is thinking, perhaps, report writers, science writers think in semi-colons -- for that is part of their world, their way being. And you, what is your music?
Tomorrow is blog day for the Kougar at Title Magic. If you feel a passion for all things Atlantis, take an alert romp on over. Featured will be moi's life-long love affair with Atlantis and her American Title IV entry, Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis.
To strike a different paw note, my Big Cats, walking the same journey as the Kougaress, there are huge changes afoot in our wild, mad world. Dance through them as you can and know the Kougar is always with you in Spirit.
Today is our day, Big Beautiful Kitties, Mel entertains us with the story of her cat at Title Magic. Yes, her kitty is domestic. Nonetheless, completely adorable. Below is moi's happy comment.
Mel, I smiled all the way through your cat story. We had a siamese when I was growing up, and your kitty reminds me of her.
What can I say? My doggies are my babies. Yup, they ground me, keep me from floating away into writing land too much. They let me woggle them, kiss them and hug them. They remind me daily what love is all about.
Caterwauling smooches from the Kougar...
Monday, January 28, 2008
The Kiss of Relief and Rage
Aaah, relief...my Big Playful Cats, since somehow the 'objectionable' warning seems to have been removed...at least the Kougaress hopes so. She did send a spark-contained e-mail to the only available contact she could find. All those in blogger land, how does moi make a formal yowling complaint against those who have complained against her?
Relief! Since the Kougar put claw to keyboard in a hunt to discover the lair of the culprit(s). No satisfaction in that foray into Google land. However, she did discover that her blog on Title Magic, The Magic of the Superheroine is featured on a few other websites devoted to fandom of the comic and graphic novel superheroine. Moi can say it was strangely gratifying. And she hopes all who read her blog enjoy! the most luscious cream to their lips enjoy.
So, her mad obsessive hunt was not in vain. No, not with such a satisfying snack provided by the great Divine. Bast must be all smiles at her little trick to illuminate the Kougaress about her web presence.
Red Lioness Tamed, the punctuation edits await the Kougar's fanged intensity, while the winds moan and stroke an unthawed prairie. That is if the file program will nicely cooperate. The Kougar shakes her mane as her human self would shrug a shoulder...meow! who knows?
My favorite Big Kitties, saunter on over to Title Magic. Savor The Call. Antira, Title Magician buddy has signed with a premier agent. Read all about it and celebrate with her. Moi's comment below:
Anitra, that is so incredible! It is magic the way it's all working out for you.
Nope, I've never gotten The Call, only e-mails to offer contracts for e-publishing. I did recently get an e-mail with a suggestion that I add 14,000 words to When a Good Angel Falls, so it could be published in print. I wish I could say I dashed my fingers over the keyboard writing furiously, but I have too many other projects going on with All Shades of Blue Paradise and Red Lioness Tamed coming out. Plus, I have to work on Book II and I will be signing a second contract with Siren Publishing.
I know Virgin Harvest will find just the right publishing home! We can have a big Title Magic debut and celebration.
A kiss of relief, and a raging kiss from the Kougar...
Relief! Since the Kougar put claw to keyboard in a hunt to discover the lair of the culprit(s). No satisfaction in that foray into Google land. However, she did discover that her blog on Title Magic, The Magic of the Superheroine is featured on a few other websites devoted to fandom of the comic and graphic novel superheroine. Moi can say it was strangely gratifying. And she hopes all who read her blog enjoy! the most luscious cream to their lips enjoy.
So, her mad obsessive hunt was not in vain. No, not with such a satisfying snack provided by the great Divine. Bast must be all smiles at her little trick to illuminate the Kougaress about her web presence.
Red Lioness Tamed, the punctuation edits await the Kougar's fanged intensity, while the winds moan and stroke an unthawed prairie. That is if the file program will nicely cooperate. The Kougar shakes her mane as her human self would shrug a shoulder...meow! who knows?
My favorite Big Kitties, saunter on over to Title Magic. Savor The Call. Antira, Title Magician buddy has signed with a premier agent. Read all about it and celebrate with her. Moi's comment below:
Anitra, that is so incredible! It is magic the way it's all working out for you.
Nope, I've never gotten The Call, only e-mails to offer contracts for e-publishing. I did recently get an e-mail with a suggestion that I add 14,000 words to When a Good Angel Falls, so it could be published in print. I wish I could say I dashed my fingers over the keyboard writing furiously, but I have too many other projects going on with All Shades of Blue Paradise and Red Lioness Tamed coming out. Plus, I have to work on Book II and I will be signing a second contract with Siren Publishing.
I know Virgin Harvest will find just the right publishing home! We can have a big Title Magic debut and celebration.
A kiss of relief, and a raging kiss from the Kougar...
Sunday, January 27, 2008
The Shocking Kiss of Objectionable
Meeee-ooow! Well, step on moi's madly slashing tail! The Kougar had no idea with all her big fat 0's in the comment section, that much of anyone, other than her Lovely Big Cats, dared view her...warning! warning! 'objectionable' blog. Could it be merely the frantic search engine fanatics, their righteous eyes glazing sexual frustration, searching out the word oh! horror of all deadly horrors, the word 'erotic'? Or maybe 'smut'?
Well, keep your claws retracted, moi has pressed the warning adult content button -- albeit, she accomplished this vital mission before she actually witnessed 'the' WARNING. Having considered her blog rumblings were not for tiny kittens.
Purring-growl, if you are one of the objecting objectionables, why not dare the unthinkable, and yowl away in the comment section, so at least, the Kougaress has the opportunity for a just and fanged defense of herself. Or simply hide away in your dungeons of repression, suppression and foul disregard for our Constitutional liberties, one of them being freedom of speech. Or the freedom to meow and purr and growl as this Big Cat will continue doing. No, tyranny and the ubiquitous politically correct point of view, has not completely eliminated all of us, who run on the wild side of freedom, liberty, truth and justice for all.
Roar! Huge gigundis roar! Patrick Henry forever!
On a happier purring note, the Kougar's edits for Red Lioness Tamed have been accepted and praised. Happy, big-smiling Kougar face! Yay! Wiggle and roll. Yay!
And her current WIP, Curses Were Strange Beasts -- Chronicles of an Earth-Bound Goddess, is flowing along, mostly...such fun for a goddess girl to write about herself. (Does this get the giant red O on the Kougaress's furry forehead?)
And, a little gift, Beautiful Big Kitties...no, not a tasty chicken dinner brought to your lair, but the first flash fiction the Kougar has ever written (copyright fiercely enforced, of course) -- written for the Liquid Silver blog, Sexpressions.
Oh yowl no! There's another nasty objectionable word, SEX!
She inspected the splendidly muscled racing stallion, sliding her experienced hands all over his sculpted sleek body. The more she stroked over him, the more the blood bay stallion she thought to use for her mare, arched his neck and stood at attention. "You’re perfect," she softly crooned, her breath touching his cheek. "Where’s your master? – So, I can make arrangements for your services."
She frowned, impatiently shaking her long diva-red hair. Her favorite mare had come into heat. Where...?
"He’s mine...Sherrana."
That deep unforgettable voice.
She whirled toward the man who had abandoned her on their wedding night.
By Savanna Kougar
Untamed kisses from the Kougar...
Well, keep your claws retracted, moi has pressed the warning adult content button -- albeit, she accomplished this vital mission before she actually witnessed 'the' WARNING. Having considered her blog rumblings were not for tiny kittens.
Purring-growl, if you are one of the objecting objectionables, why not dare the unthinkable, and yowl away in the comment section, so at least, the Kougaress has the opportunity for a just and fanged defense of herself. Or simply hide away in your dungeons of repression, suppression and foul disregard for our Constitutional liberties, one of them being freedom of speech. Or the freedom to meow and purr and growl as this Big Cat will continue doing. No, tyranny and the ubiquitous politically correct point of view, has not completely eliminated all of us, who run on the wild side of freedom, liberty, truth and justice for all.
Roar! Huge gigundis roar! Patrick Henry forever!
On a happier purring note, the Kougar's edits for Red Lioness Tamed have been accepted and praised. Happy, big-smiling Kougar face! Yay! Wiggle and roll. Yay!
And her current WIP, Curses Were Strange Beasts -- Chronicles of an Earth-Bound Goddess, is flowing along, mostly...such fun for a goddess girl to write about herself. (Does this get the giant red O on the Kougaress's furry forehead?)
And, a little gift, Beautiful Big Kitties...no, not a tasty chicken dinner brought to your lair, but the first flash fiction the Kougar has ever written (copyright fiercely enforced, of course) -- written for the Liquid Silver blog, Sexpressions.
Oh yowl no! There's another nasty objectionable word, SEX!
She inspected the splendidly muscled racing stallion, sliding her experienced hands all over his sculpted sleek body. The more she stroked over him, the more the blood bay stallion she thought to use for her mare, arched his neck and stood at attention. "You’re perfect," she softly crooned, her breath touching his cheek. "Where’s your master? – So, I can make arrangements for your services."
She frowned, impatiently shaking her long diva-red hair. Her favorite mare had come into heat. Where...?
"He’s mine...Sherrana."
That deep unforgettable voice.
She whirled toward the man who had abandoned her on their wedding night.
By Savanna Kougar
Untamed kisses from the Kougar...
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