Man Meat Monday

Look at the width of this guy's pecs. Growwwwwwf!

Love Romances Cafe Chat

I'm chatting at Love Romances Cafe today from noon to six p.m. EST. If you'd like a chance to win an Advanced Readers Copy (ARC) of my upcoming Brava novel DARING THE MOON, come on over and play with me!

Friday Funny

If you've been reading my blog long enough (or if this is your first visit here you're about to find out) you'll know I've been in the Human Resources field for a long time. Colleen Love sent me this via email and I just had to share:


Resimay


Too hoom it mae cunsern,

I waunt to apply for the job what I saw in the paper. I can Type realee quik wit one finggar and do sum a counting....

I think I am good on the phone and I do no I am a pepole person, Pepole really seam to respond to me well. Certain men and all the ladies.

I no my spelling is not to good but find that I offen get a job thru my persinalety.

My salerery is open so we can discus wat jou want to pay me and what you think that I am werth. I can start emeditely.

Thank you in advanse fore yore anser.

hopifuly yore best aplicant so farr.

Sinseerly,


BRYAN nickname Beefy



PS: Because my resimay is a bit short - below is pickture of me




Employer's response:

Dear Beefy - I mean Bryan ,

It's OK honey, we have SPELL CHECK!!!

See you Monday.



LOLLOL I would sooooo want to respond that way. (Thanks again, Colleen!!)

DRAGONHEAT Stays On Top!

DRAGONHEAT remained the #1 best seller at Amber Heat for the month of October! W00t!

To read an excerpt or buy, click here.

Tipsy Tuesday

I'm in the process of reading Stephen King's non-fiction look at the horror industry, Danse Macabre. It's insightful and full of dry humor. And has some darn good tips.

Here's what I've gleaned so far:

"What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work and study, a constant process of honing."

"Discipline and constant work are the whetstones upon which the dull knife of talent is honed until it becomes sharp enough, hopefully, to cut through even the toughest meat and gristle. No writer, painter, or actor--no artist--is ever handed a sharp knife (although a few people are handed almighty big ones; the name we give to the artist with the big knife is "genius"), and we hone with varying degrees of zeal and aptitude."

"To be successful, the artist in any field has to be in the right place at the right time. The right time is in the lap of the gods, but any mother's son or daughter can work his/her way to the right place and wait."

"Refining talent is merely a matter of exercise. If you work out with weights for 15 minutes a day over the course of ten years, you're gonna get muscles. If you write for an hour and a half a day for ten years, you're gonna turn into a good writer. But, I hasten to add, only if you have the talent there to begin with."

"Whenever I run into someone who expresses a feeling along the lines of "I don't read fantasy, or go to any of those movies; none of it's real," I feel a kind of sympathy. They simply can't lift the weight of fantasy. The muscles of the imagination have grown too weak."

Good stuff, eh? And I'm not even halfway through yet...

Man Meat Monday

I love the lighting on this black and white pic, the way it makes the shadows play on his body.

Yeah, that's it. Has nothing to do with the fact that he's nekkid...

Retirement

Got this from my Uncle O in an email--while it's not something he did, I can very well see him doing something like this...


Yesterday I was at my local WalMart store buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for my loyal pet, Peaches, the Wonder Dog and was in the checkout line when woman behind me asked if I had a dog.

What did she think I had, an elephant? So since I'm retired and have little to do, on impulse I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, I was starting the Purina Diet again. I added that I probably shouldn't, because I ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.

I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet. And that the way that it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so it works well and I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in line was now enthralled with my story.)

Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me. I told her no, I stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setter's ass and a car hit us both.

I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard. WalMart won't let me shop there anymore.

Better watch what you ask retired people. They have all the time in the world to think of crazy things to say.

-- Thomas D. Blackwell, Jr.