Bound by Blood
Bound by Night
As Twilight Falls
His Dark Embrace
Desire the Night
Desire the Night
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Embrace the Night
Deeper Than the Night
A Darker Dream
SOME OF MY FAVORITE AUTHORS
In no particular order
Lisa G. Brown
C. S. Harris
Why "Star Wars" Is Better Than "Titanic"
1. Titanic's big, but it doesn't have hyperdrive.
2. Star Wars has WAY cooler action figure potential.
3. Yoda could use the Force to lift Titanic out of the water.
4. Leia is a princess, a senator, a freedom fighter, and Jedi material; Rose is just marriage bait.
5. Ewoks throw better parties than either first class or steerage.
6. When flying towards the Titanic, Wedge can't say, "Look at the size of that thing!" and really mean it.
7. It would be much scarier to get chased around the boat by a raving madman with a lightsaber as opposed to a handgun.
8. Titanic is egalitarian by portraying poor people as sympathetic characters. Star Wars is egalitarian by promoting bug-eyed amphibians to Admiral. And of course said bug-eyed amphibious Admiral manages NOT to lose his ship.
9.We know Cal is the bad guy because he sneers at the poor and treats his fiancee like property. We know Darth Vader is the bad guy because he strangles people and blows up planets for fun.
10. Yeah, Leo can dance, but can he fly an X-wing?
11.People have not lost their lives trying to re-create scenes from Star Wars on the bow of a cruise liner.
12. Rose braves icy water to rescue her man. Leia braves Jabba the Hut.
13. Han Solo would've missed the dang iceberg!
14. There are always enough escape pods in Star Wars.
15. Do you know what the Empire does to self-proclaimed "King of the World"?
16. If Luke were handcuffed to a pipe below decks in a sinking ship, he would use the Force to get the key.
17. "I'd rather be his whore than your wife" just doesn't have the same sting as "I'd rather kiss a Wookie."
18. Han is frozen in carbonite and turned into a wall ornament. Leo simply freezes.
19. We knew the boat was gonna sink. But who could've anticipated "Luke.... I am your father."
20. Two words: John Williams.
One more reason added by one of my readers:
Hayden Christiansen vs. Leo DiCaprio. Really, is there any contest?
THE ROAD TO PUBLICATION................
Too good to be true! That’s what I thought when, after 31 rejections, I finally sold my manuscript to a book publisher.
I never thought it would happen to me. And then came the day when an editor at Dorchester Publishing said she liked my book, but wanted another 10,000 words.
Ten thousand words! Did she realized what she was asking? With trepidation, I re-read my manuscript, adding chapters, re-writing paragraphs, until, at last, I had come up with the required number of words.
With hopeful heart, I mailed off my revised manuscript, and then the waiting began.
No words have yet been invented to adequately describe the thrill of reading that letter of acceptance. At last, I was on my way to being a published author.
I jumped up and down, danced a little jig, and literally shouted for joy as I read that coveted phrase, “We want to publish your novel…” Those few words more than made up for the numerous rejection letters I had received.
As soon as I could speak coherently, I called all my favorite people and told them the good news. Their excitement added to my own.
Today, years later, just thinking about that first letter of acceptance (and the advance against royalties that followed) has the power to thrill me all over again.
So, if you’re still struggling to get that manuscript published, don’t get discouraged, and don’t ever give up. If it can happen to me, it can happen to you.
My Appy mare, Candy. Gone, but not forgotten.
No horses in heaven?
Why, I’d rather stay outside
Unless my favorite old red roan
Is awaitin’ there to ride
Cause my idea of heaven
Is an endless sea of grass
An azure sky, a crystal stream
A snow-topped mountain pass
A well-broke Texas saddle
My battered old John B
But most of all that big red horse
A ploddin’ under me
Now I’m not knocking angels
Nor choirs of heavenly song
Nor golden streets and pearly gates
Or clouds that roll along
But I’ve no use for silver wings
A tune I cannot carry, and
While golden streets might be grand
I’d rather ride the prairie
I’ve spent my life a’wanderin’
From sea to shining sea
And that’s how we’d like heaven
That old red horse, and me.
Copyright Madeline Baker