Confessions of a Novelista


Grey-Eyed Monsters

Twiddling around with a different blog/site; but to be honest, I probably won't go anywhere. Xanga's demise (as a WordPress knock-off…ugh) leaves me sitting right here, because there's nothing out there that has the features that I liked (and somewhat miss).

(I feel like that was rambling somewhat, but I also feel like that's one of those thoughts that I can't quite articulate between my mind and my fingers.)


While I go play, here's a cute little description of Greg that I wrote for my auntie. Because I can. 😉


Your niece is madly in love with Pilate. (Another glaring, grey-eyed monster, just like James Remar…*gigglefit*)

The major difference is that Jamie is not English (well, wholly English, anyway), a rabbinical school dropout, Royal Shakespearan, Brazil-lovin' Capoeira buff. (But boy, is Jamie buff! 😉 )


Like this, Lover…

Hmm…no, I think you need a little work…





Jamie has been nominated for a Prism for his work on Grey's Anatomy. (That's him at the 2013 Saturns with his Lifetime Achievement Award, but it's what I had in stock. 😉 )

Stating the Obvious

adore Greg Hicks. Ergo, Son of God was a (hee hee) cinematic orgasm for me.

However, I’m PMSing, and in this particular phase, I seem to be very anti-Gemini.

Which is sad, because Greg is a Gemini and Exilium (the sequel to Early One Morning, if you missed the memo) begs to be written.

But no matter what I say or do or think, I’m still going to be locissima for him. (Kind of like that old song, “I hate you / but I love you / I can’t stop thinking of you…”)

Regardless of how I feel (and if he ever pays attention), I’m still going to keep on blogging, writing books and tweeting in his direction. One thing another special someone taught me almost a decade ago…never stop talking. You never know when someone is quietly listening.


Win, Lose or Draw!

Five things:

  1. For the next few hours, “OMG” stands for “Oh my Greg”! (See Son of God for more detail!)
  2. Tiny quibble: the movie makes it look like Pontius Pilatus arrived in Jerusalem shortly before Jesus’s ministry/execution. He was actually there about eight years before the Sanhedrin decided Jesus was trouble.
  3. Big Quibble: you show Greg shirtless during a massage, but no sitting up and therefore no abs?! Wow…that makes it just shy of a perfect movie. (*giggle*)
  4. Yup, I’m still crazy for Amber Revah…she has a no sé lo que that Stana is missing.
  5. PMS is making me say “I HATE GEMINIS!” but watching Son of God makes me say, “I want to work on Exilium!” This is a problem.

Thank you to Mark and Roma for turboloading the movie with Greg. I owe you BIG TIME for that cinematic dream come true. ♥

If I don’t write…

I felt childish and cheap for quoting Shakespeare to a Royal Shakespearean (dear Goddess…what was I thinking?!), so I wrote a little poetry. ❤

(He may not tweet again 'til 2015, but I don't care!) (Maybe Amber will enjoy this. ^_^)


If I don't write…


If I don’t write, then how does the world know how I feel?
If I don’t write, then how will you know that someone else in the world loves you?
If I don’t write, where do all the ideas go?
If I don’t write, will I break down, fall apart, go crazy?
     Will I find myself back in the hospital, now without the freedoms I once enjoyed?

If I don’t write, then Val doesn’t know that I love him.
     That I spent my formative years pining over him, missing him, loving him from afar.
If I don’t write, then my words ring hollow…then what’s the point of using them anymore?

If I don’t write, then I close a curtain and leave you in darkness.
If I don’t write, then you’ll never know that I care.
If I don’t write, then you cannot feel my kisses on your lips, my body in your arms.
If I don’t write, then there’s no point in caring at all.

If I don’t write, then I’m not swearing my love to Jamie.
If I don’t write, then I am not reaffirming love that for centuries, we’ve held so dear.
If I don’t write, then I tear the two of us asunder.


If I don’t write, I might as well close my eyes and breathe no more.

Dark and Dirty Games

Okay, I'm going to make this quick, since I'm suddenly tired.

Well, that and I hate writing the back cover stuff for my books. 😛


Dark and Dirty Games (DDG) takes place in an unknown city in present day (2014. And everyone involved has magickally had their birthdays already). Twenty-eight year old Kaia Everhart has been thrown into a hunt for the two men she loves most in the world, who have been kidnapped by the mysterious and elusive Gamesmaster. Her challenge is to find her Husband and her Lover before the Gamesmaster kills Them. If that wasn't enough, Kaia has to complete her quest while opposing seven people she hates more than anything; collectively known as the "Wolves".

Fortunately, Kaia is not alone in searching for her Husband and her Lover…the Gamesmaster has seen fit to award her six team members of her own–all actors. Kaia quickly realizes that anyone she loves or cares for deeply is in danger of execution–these six may not be her first choice for Hunters, but they are the best in light of the situation.


Since Kaia is accompanied by celebrities, you might be interested to know who I "cast" in each role.

  • David Weston: Dominic West
  • Even Morado: Esai Morales
  • Jason Crestwell: Jack Coleman
  • Sera Kent: Stana Katic
  • Stephanie Bentley: Sandra Bullock
  • Patrick "Paddy" Fielder: Peter Facinelli

With a special appearance by another actor that I couldn't leave out. 

(Not Jamie or Greg. They're the ones being rescued.)

The Wolves I hate so much, I don't even want to mention their actual names, so I'll just leave clues.

  • Derek Serline: this gentleman is probably the actor I hate most, other than one of the other wolves. He was a big villain in the cult classic Jericho, leaving me to name him "Dirty Bastard". (A convenient nickname based off his first two initials, I might add.)
  • Eder Rickart: has a super famous younger sister and a daughter who looks like a mini version of said sister. "Eder" plays a lot of villains. And is better looking without those ugly glasses. And could probably draw me back in if he tried hard enough (late night tweets again, anyone?) Ahem.
  • Taik Shasser: you may know the second "loathe of my life" just by calling him "Smashbrain" (as I have since I was fourteen). He usually plays highly unusual characters or characters that aren't quite…ah…on. I think he made a little bit of a name for himself in the Spy Kids movies, then inflated it by starring in a show that rhymes with "clunk". (Which makes me think I should've included his former costar, Alan Cumming, on my team. Dammit!)
  • Kader Spedais: you wouldn't know him even if I gave you his real name. But I've hated him longer than the Dirty Bastard; primarily because he caused the trauma that activated my chronic depression.
  • Amie Callington: last I checked, "conservative blonde journalist bitch" won't get a lot of correct results on Google, but it will put you on the right track. 😉
  • Coit Coldwater: would probably make a living as a cowboy if he thought he could (and if being from an Old Hollywood family didn't come with certain expectations). His elder brother was really famous in the martial arts world and his eldest daughter is part of the ensemble of Raising Hope.
  • Caiden Bannister: _____ and eggs. And if that doesn't give it away, lead actor on The Following.

No writing tonight. This took longer than I thought. *tear*

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