Brit Blaise grew up with a deep and abiding love for books. She believes in dark and dangerous heroes; strong women who aren't afraid to think for themselves; head-over-heels love; fairy tale endings and that it's more fun to laugh than to cry, but doing both at the same time is best of all.
Brit Blaise is a master storyteller. The characters in Time Thieves jump off the pages and the storyline is both action packed and exciting. The love scenes are so hot you'll be challenged to catch your breath. I hope that this is the beginning of a wonderful new series because I would love to hear Peck's tale. Or Lawzard's. - Two Lips
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These are some of our first flowers. Last year, we moved in this house the second week of May…or maybe the third. The flowers didn’t do well because of a late freeze. Now we’re discovering there may be a lot to see here this spring.
This is where we were a year ago…let’s see, cacti or flowers?
I’d trade for the cacti!
This month I’ve turned in a story to AQ and have another I’ve committed to that needs to be turned in before the month ends. The galley for Lady in a Box arrived yesterday and I need to proof it. The story I’m working on, Unchained Melody has me stumped. I have another story due next month and then four more over the next few months. A new publisher has approached me for a story and I agreed. I owe my New York publisher an option book. And I’ve not yet submitted to Kate Duffy, per her request from finalling and winning the Brava Anthology Reader’s Choice.
Coming in two weeks!
The walls of the box are four men…the lady has nerve!
This is the results:
Hope, expectation, Bright promises.
The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.
The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.
When Jenny stalked into the room I almost swallowed my tongue. If it hadn’t gotten caught in my broken partial wire, I would have.
“What are you doing here?”
Jenny sniggered at my question and set the tone…surly.
I bided my time, drinking her in, the ball cap hiding her hair, the gun rig at her shoulders, faded denim tight across her thighs, but belled out at the ankles, both of them. More than likely she was carrying concealed too. The metallic 1911 in her shoulder hostler made me think of Daken, her husband.
Where was he? Why had he let Jenny out of his sight? Hadn’t I taught him anything? Jenny was hell on wheels and she needed a keeper.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Jenny said. “Daken isn’t here because it pisses me off to see you drool over him.”
“Sorry, Jen.” I turned back to my computer to hit save. “Right now I’m more interested in Kaze.”
She huffed. “Yeah, right. Keep telling yourself that. Is that why you gave me a scene in Kaze’s story?”
I didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t understand why I’d been compelled to write her into my latest story and give her a hot sex scene with her husband and toys, lots of them. As an author. I’m not supposed to do that. It’s not moving the story forward…its regression of the worst possible kind.
“What do you want? I’m behind on this story and now you have me rattled.”
She gave a consoling nod, like I’d gotten through to her. “What are you working on?”
“It’s a short story, The Blood Club. Vampires. Maybe fallen angels. Lately fallen angels have been trying to invade my stories.”
Jenny tapped her foot impatiently on slick wooden floor of my familyroom. She’d never visited me here, but she didn’t seem curious about her surroundings. The last time I’d seen her was during my short stay in the Victorian in town. This is a really cool room and if she didn’t or couldn’t take a sec to notice, a disturbing thought occurred to me. All wasn’t well with the warriors. I opened my mouth to ask when she faded away.
Gone.
What do I do now?
How to post on a blog from someone who has a shadow of a very small clue.
As the BMG’s (the butterscotch martini girls) are learning to blog, one of the problems we’ve encountered is a misaligned page. I don’t know the technical term for it. It’s when a new post falls below the boxes because it won’t fit. All you see is blank space unless you scroll down to find the actual post.
This happened to me continually when I first began to post. My daughter Tiffany would tell me what to do to fix it…I would try…grow frustrated…whine…bitch…and then she’d do it for me. It’s happened a few times when other BMG’s post, and I’d go to her to fix it.
Yesterday, one of the BMG’s posted and it happened again. Now, I’m going to really learn how to fix this. I already had an idea, and personally did way better because I didn’t want to bug Tiff. I want to be able to explain this to someone else who encounters the problem. And the BMG who had the problem came to me for the answer. I had a clue, but not an answer!
First of all, the only time this has ever happened is when I paste my post. And I almost always pasted in the past. I still do. I’d learned tricks to avoid the dreaded misalignment which would take me running to Tiffany.
Right now, as I’m typing, I’m doing it first on a word doc and not directly onto the blog. However, now I begin by typing the format first. I guess that’s a minor form of coding. I type the code I use, and then proceed to type my post. The code keeps my words in the correct font and the proper length to fit the space on the BMG blog. If I typed the code I use right now, it would disappear once I posted it to the blog.
Between each paragraph, I type the code for space. It’s the word space with <> before and after. If I don’t do that…everything runs together when I paste.
What I haven’t learned to do, is keep my spaces from disappearing when I go back to edit once I’ve corrected a mistake I find. And I always find one. BMG, Tina is the cleanest writer I’ve ever met. She writes darn near perfect from the get go. I, on the other hand, am a disaster. I leave words out, I misspell, and I generally can create a mess. Even after I’ve edited…there will still be errors. When I go back into the post after it’s been published, the code I wrote for my spaces disappears. If anyone out there has fix…please let me know.
Back to pasting…don’t do it unless you know exactly what’s getting transferred to your blog post. Are there invisible boxes? Is there invisible code? Remember, I said I type code and then when I paste my post…the code disappears. If someone comes along and snags my words…they will also be snagging my invisible code.
Back to the misaligned text…there’s another fix. After you login, go to USERS, which brings up the Personal Profile page. At the bottom is a box under “Personal Options”. If you UNcheck the box, it makes plain text. This will take away any code you’ve inadvertently included when you pasted.
This is for the BMG’s blog. When I pointed out going to USERS brought up the Personal Profile, this isn’t the case with every blog. What you are looking for is the WY-SIG or RICH TEXT EDITOR.
I know any techies out there will be laughing their butts off at my attempt to explain this. Oh well. I’m not going to let it stop me from trying.
Brit Blaise
