I'm Talking Food Porn...

...at the Pink Heart Society today...

Inside the Outsides

I'm at the RCRW Authors blog today, talking about how writing is like staging a home for sale. Yep, I can tie anything together!

Starting Over by Jenna Allen

Starting Over by Jenna Allen

Jess and Scott haven’t had a conversation that didn’t end in a fight in months. Making up is fun, but the clock is ticking on their marriage. Is a cross-country move the cause of their problems, or the solution?

excerpt ::

The hum of the engines echoed in my ear. I never could sleep for long on planes. Maybe if I kept my eyes closed they wouldn’t be too puffy. I snuggled deeper into the pillow, only then noticing where my body had turned.

I peeked up at Scott’s sleeping face, his dark lashes fanning against his cheek. We hadn’t slept this close since before I found out he sold the apartment. Up until then I hadn’t been happy about the thought of moving, but I’d open to the possibility. Then the phone call came and the rug had literally been pulled out from under me. We were going, and to drive the point home, he’d sold ours.

It had been an amazing offer, and if we’d already agreed to the move, I would have been happy about it. As the days passed and moving became imminent it seemed silly to still be angry. I knew everything I held inside I wouldn’t be able to get over, so I let it out.

It was a New York problem. If Portland was to be a fresh start, I needed to leave it there, with the stack of delivery menus and perfect bagels.

I snuggled deeper into Scott, my head on his shoulder, lifting one of my legs across his. And then I realized just where my hand was. On the fly of his slacks. If there hadn’t been a blanket covering us, I might have been mortified. Instead, I was simply embarrassed and moved my hand back to my own leg.

“Now don’t do that,” Scott whispered against my hair, his warm fingers wrapping around my wrist and pulling my hand back to him. “I need to be reminded there are parts of me you like.”

Fictionwise

Compromising Positions is on the Fictionwise bestseller list for Samhain. Quite cool, but what thrills me? 32 reader ratings. 32 people read the book and took the time to say they liked it. Good peeps. I do wonder about it being listed as erotica/mainstream. romance/mainstream maybe. It's too happy ending for erotica IMO.

What Writing?

I have been consumed by prepping the house for sale. I am more than ready for it to be over. Plus, there was Grace's birthday party - which I'm not ashamed to admit I almost opted out of. Alas, her polka-dot cupcakes are ready for tomorrows fete. Six dozen will have to be enough.

Buy My Mom's Book

I finally got copies of Par For The Course today. Bayley likes to see my books, Hayden and Grace aren't as impressed. I think they aren't as worried about paying for college yet.

Thursday 13 -- Favorite Tweets

Cathy Yardley tuned me into favrd.textism.com for the most favored comments on Twitter. Here are the 13 best ::

1. My milk sheikh brings all the boys to jihad.
2. The only thing less attractive than Regular Nicolas Cage is Wet Nicolas Cage.
3. Getting up early to go to Jehova's Witnesses' houses and pass out pamphlets on how the world's not ending next tuesday.
4. It smells like a skunk is smoking a joint outside.
5. When someone tells you to "kick it up a notch," don't ask them how far up their ass they want you to kick it. Surprise them.
6. I'm in the middle of an important writing project. Which is why I'm building a functioning C-3PO out of vacuum cleaner parts.
7. You know what would be cool? Smokey and the Bandit redone with Muppets.
8. Nothing says 'ballin outta control' like sitting in your boxers, on twitter, on a Saturday night.
9. Are you just gonna sit there like a chump on a blog?
10. At a green light, not moving. Someone in front of me appears to have taken "green" to a new level by composting a car in traffic.
11. Native Americans had rain dances. Modern Americans have carwashes.
12. It's to the point now that if I hold off just a little longer FEMA might come and vacuum my apartment for me.
13. Looking at an Alpaca and wondering how he got out of the Seuss book.