Friday Night Frights
What the hell is wrong with the Internet and my Yahoo? I don’t know what’s going on by my virus protector is about to run. I don’t think it’s the computer, I think some stupid person could be hacking Explorer this time.
Anyway, I got caught in the rain at break time this morning. Four of us were outside on break when it started to rain. Three of us ran inside, and one stayed out. The three of us got soaking wet trying to get back to the office before our breaks ended, while the other one waited for the rain to end, not carrying if she was late or not. How come good people get punished for following rules? So I run into the first floor bathroom for some paper towels to dry off with and I notice that I have to matching wet spots on my blouse at the nipple point. One of the ladies laughed and told me it looks like milk leaking. I didn’t think that was funny. So I had to use my hands to cover up the wet spots until I got into my office and put on my sweater. I dried about an hour later.
I got on the bus this afternoon and sat in the first available seat I could find. I put my MP3 buds into my ears, pulled out my Pandigital Reader and pushed the button to turn it on. A man sat down next to me and kept bumping me with his arm. Okay, you’re bigger than me but I paid for this seat so stay on your own side, I thought. Then he turns around and asks me about my reader. Duh? I have ear buds in my ear. I can’t hear you. I pull one of them out. Bad move. He starts a conversation. First of all, he smells like beer. Then he asks me if I work at Taco Bell. I’m dressed in blue dress pants and a blue shirt with blue roses around the collar. The last time I checked Taco Bell workers wore uniforms. Then he starts telling me about this business he has opened, but his daughter is running it. It has something to do with tools, and they’ve decided to split the business 60/40. Then an eighteen wheeler passes on the left side of the bus and he tells me that his grandson wants one and he promised to buy him one. Okay, I’m not the brightest bulb in the world when it comes to some things, but my instincts tell me that he lives in a fantasy world better than any I can create, and I know he does not one, own a tool shop, or two, can afford to buy his grandson an eighteen wheeler.
I have my hand on the reader button the entire while he’s talking. Then he tells me that he’s never seen me on the bus before. I’ve been riding that bus for years, and I have seen him before. The only problem is that I’m usually sitting somewhere on the other side and toward the back reading or writing, but all those seats were taken. Why do people want to tell me their life story? He goes on to say that his wife gets mad at him when he doesn’t come straight home when it’s raining. She accuses him of being with other women…which he denies. You’re trying to hit on me on the bus so you think I’m going to fall for this. He told me that he was going to stop at a bar and get a couple of beers before he goes home, and later he and his family were going out to eat Red Lobster.
He asks me if I have a car.
“No, I don’t like to drive.”
Apparently he doesn’t have a car either so why ask this stupid question if you see me on the bus with you?
Somewhere along the way he asks me if I’m off for the day.
“No, “ I tell him. “My day is just beginning?”
He doesn’t understand or perhaps he thinks I don’t understand his question. “Aren’t you just getting off of work?”
“Yes, but I’m on my way to my second job,” I tell him. I didn’t tell him that my second job is writing.
“You have two jobs?” he asked.
“Yes,” I told him.
“What does your husband think about that?”
“I think he should be damn happy he has a wife whose working?” I told him.
What is wrong with people? I don’t have to ask my husband to allow me to work? One, I don’t have a husband, and when I did have one I didn’t have to ask permission to do anything. The same thing happened to me a couple of months ago when I was shopping in Wal-Mart. An old man asked me why I was spending all my husband’s money on groceries. You see, my basket was running over, as it usually is. I didn’t need to tell him that southern women cook and that their families come to dinner most of the time. It was none of his business but he proceeded to follow me around the store and make comments. Wal-Mart is lucky I didn’t leave the basket and walk out of the store.
Now back to the other story. He finally gets his butt off the bus at the Walkertown terminal. By now I’m pissed because it’s too late to read since I only have about a mile to go (which in bus rider terms that about 15 minus of riding and stopping). And it’s a very good story and I only have a couple more pages left. The writer has one of the leading men in a precarious position and I wanted to find out how it ends. But it had to wait because once I step inside my door I transform into either Maw Maw or Imari, which mean either I’m being bossed around by toddlers or I’m writing.
First of all, please do not entertain me with conversation if you see damn ear buds in my ears and I’m reading. Two. I do not want to talk. Three. I do not want to talk to men reeking of beer. And four, I do not want to date old guys, who don’t have cars, who live in fantasy worlds and who think that I need a man to take care of me.
So I get in and I turn on Twitter. It won’t load. Foxfire won’t load, Explorer is acting stupid, so I decided to get off the Internet and write this blog while I’m waiting for the scheduled virus protector to run.
Now back to the blog title.
I found out today that a book I thought was going to be released on August 1, 2011 was released on July 19, 2011. So here is the new title: Cursed. Publisher: MoonGypsy Press.
Isn’t the book cover gorgeous?
For those of you who don’t know, I don’t only right erotic romance. I also write paranormal and horror. This is the blurb. Yes, the book has sex in it, and vampires and werewolves.
Roxanne Toussant returns to her hometown of Gabriel Corners, Canada to find the whereabouts of the creature that killed her father and best friend when she was a little girl. No one believed her back then but she joined the Royal Canadian Mounties to prove them wrong. Days after she returns women started disappearing, followed by bodies popping up all over the place. Aided by her partner Dominick Bienvenu and the town’s coroner, Alexander Du Monde, Roxanne takes on the town of skeptics while, hobnobs with the town’s elite while slaying all the other monsters that have appeared since she arrived.
Royce Carauld had no idea that beautiful young woman he saw in a restaurant would be the woman of his dreams. But as he falls in love with her he knows that he cannot be completely honest with her because he guards a family secret that he can’t tell her about. All the male members of his family are drawn to her and don’t know why. Royce has ordered them all to stay away from her until he can discover what makes her so different. They all listen except his uncle Simon, who turns out to be a thousand year old vampire who also knows about the monster in the woods.
Genre: Paranormal/Horror | Content Advisory: 3 | 104,046 words
It’s available at the above website and will be available on Amazon soon.
It’s also available here:
You can read an excerpt at both sites.
So what does this mean? I have to stay up tonight to promote it because I think I have another book release tomorrow. Sometimes these things are organized and I know about them way ahead of time, and sometimes they’re not.
Either way I will have three new books in circulation which means I have to get my web mistress to update my gorgeous website. I intended to come into this house and call the cable people to come out, but once again, things never quite work out the way you plan them.