Monday, July 06, 2009

Meankitty Wants to Know: Candace Havens


My Typing Slave has purchased quite a few perches for my use that look a lot like books written by author Candace Havens, who writes wonderful romance and women's fiction about witches, demons, sisters and librarians as well as some erotic romance and nonfiction. Most recently her book Dragons Prefer Blondes is being released by Berkley Trade, so I thought it would be a good time to find out when SHE is opening a cat sanctuary. Read more below....

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1) Why did you decide to be a writer instead of a cat sanctuary owner?

The only reason I didn't open the sanctuary was because of a terrible allergic reaction to the most beautiful creatures in the world. Writing was the next best thing for me. It allows me to create worlds where my characters are not allergic to lovely felines.

2) Why do you think cats are better than dogs? (Since you call yourself a writer, I trust your answer will be eloquent.)

Well, that's an easy one. Cats are so smart, beautiful and elegant.

3) Tell me about the felines in your fiction. How often do they appear and how big a part do they play in your narratives?

In my first three books, which is the Charmed & Dangerous series, Casper was prominent. She was a protector and friend of my witch Bronwyn. I have plans to star some felines in upcoming books.

4) What are your favorite works of fiction involving cats or favorite fictional cats?

I really enjoy the Lillian Jackson Braun series, and there are so many others, um, Annette Blair and Yasmine Galenorn are two more that come to mind.

5) Do you have any amazing, or at least humorous, real life cat stories you'd like to share?

My parents didn't seem to care that I had such horrible allergies, so we always had felines around when I was growing up. They had very original names like Girl Kitty, Boy Kitty and Killer. My favorite was Goffrey, he was dark gray and I swear he knew everything I was thinking. One time when I was upset about something, he came and put his paw on my hand, as if to say, "everything will be okay." I loved that guy, and he had the most incredible green and gold eyes. He was magic.

6) Multiple choice 1. What is your preference and why?
A) Long hair
B) Short hair
C) No hair
-- Note: I am not, of course, referring to the hirsute qualities of your most recent hero or heroine.


I wasn't fond of the cleaning up the long hair part, but we've had some of the most beautiful long hair cats when I was growing up. My aunt just bought a hairless cat, and I'm thinking, with my allergies, that might be the way to go. :-)

7) Multiple choice 2. You have a writing deadline but the cat who rules you wants some attention. Desperately. Do you:

A) Lock the cat in another room and keep working?
B) Pet the cat for a couple minutes and then toss her cruelly aside?
C) Pet the cat as long as she wants because you know it will inspire and refresh you? -- Note: If you answered anything besides C, we suggest you consider the fact you could have written a much better book if you had been inspired and refreshed instead of mean to the cat.


If I had a cat it would most definitely be C.

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Sincerely,
Meankitty
http://www.meankitty.com/ * http://www.jodywallace.com/

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Snippet Saturday: Enter the Villain


Snippet Saturday is the brainchild of author Lauren Dane, wherein a group of authors selects thematic excerpts from their work and shares them on Saturday mornings. This Saturday's snippet is the scene where a character, presumably one of the protagonists, meets the villain. Below you'll find a short scene from SURVIVAL OF THE FAIREST where the villain who isn't the villain meets the villain who is the villain. I'm not saying which is which! You can buy your very own copy of the book and find out here: https://www.mybookstoreandmore.com/shop/product.da/survival-of-the-fairest (link is to digital copy, print also available) I'm currently working on the sequel to SOTF in which at least one of these characters appears...maybe as a protagonist, and maybe as a villain again.

The scene opens when Elder Embor of Clan Torval, the fairy Primary (sort of like a president), has failed to capture the heroine, Talista, who is AWOL in humanspace. He requests that the local fairy ring agent be brought to him for questioning.

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When the gray-haired fairy was brought to him, she crushed out her cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke in his face. Embor closed his eyes and prayed for patience, though it was difficult surrounded by poisonous fumes.

The woman had become peculiar and insubordinate during her stint in humanspace, but her record showed no complaints. Her team had identified many entries to increase the fragmented lists of individuals to be monitored. Her achievements were undeniable. The Agent Oversight Committee in charge of humanspace agents was satisfied with her mental health. Ring agents who spent years with humans often became eccentric. Who wouldn’t after inhabiting this stinking world for decades?

“Lit out on you, did she?” Her voice was a rusted creak of dissolution. She brushed an ash from her filmy white skirt and flipped the butt at the trashcan. “Sucks to do things without magic, don’t it?”

“It’s more difficult than need be. Creating spellglobes to locate her would take time, time we don’t have.” It would also require the cooperation of Anisette or the twins’ parents, and he wasn’t ready to alert Clan Serendipity to the fact that their beloved princess was AWOL in humanspace.

The woman shifted on the hotel bed and crossed one leg over the other. A bony knee poked through a hole in her tights. “It would suck to live like this, what, fifty years? Get you a head of gray hair and a crop of wrinkles worse than a whore’s bed. The piss-paltry few months you Realmsiders experienced during the Incident ain’t got nothing on it for aches and pains.”

Embor tightened his lips to prevent himself from savaging the old fairy. The Incident had nearly devastated the Realm. He replied in an even voice. “Humanspace isn’t healthy in large doses. Your commitment does your clan honor.”

“Commitment my pasty white ass.” She assessed him with pale eyes. “I hear twosies can’t go longer than a week or two without suffering the nail-heads.”

“Correct.” Embor could stave off separation sickness, but the princess couldn’t. “You see why it’s imperative we retrieve Talista soon.”

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Jody W.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Meankitty Wants to Know: Nathalie Gray

Author Nathalie Gray writes science fiction romances, among other genres, for Red Sage and Ellora's Cave. Since she has a DAWG in the house instead of a cat, I wonder if she's quite as respectful of my authority as she pretends to be!

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1) Why did you decide to be a writer instead of a cat sanctuary owner?

I am but a lowly two-leg and I lost my way, Exalted Feline Idol.

2) Why do you think cats are better than dogs? (Since you call yourself a writer, I trust your answer will be eloquent.)

Erm...*looking into dog’s big, brown eyes*

3) Tell me about the felines in your fiction. How often do they appear and how big a part do they play in your narratives?

I am woefully ashamed at never having possessed the mental acumen and vision of including a member of the esteemed feline species. I shall endeavor to rectify this deplorable situation as soon as my humble human hands can write, and, trusting in your magnanimous nature, will hope to have elevated myself from the lowly status of dog-lover.

4) On the off-chance you have yet to incorporate cats into your fiction, when do you plan to rectify this egregious error and demonstration of poor writing skills?

*groveling and pointing to question above*

5) What are your favorite works of fiction involving cats or favorite fictional cats?

Pet Cemetery. “Church” was one hellacat!

6) Do you have any amazing, or at least humorous, real life cat stories you'd like to share?

Would a dog story entertain you, O Slinky One? No? Please forgive my insolence! Here, please accept this sardine as token of my abject deference!

7) Multiple choice 1. What is your preference and why?
A) Long hair
B) Short hair
C) No hair
-- Note: I am not, of course, referring to the hirsute qualities of your most recent hero or heroine.


A) Long hair because I’ve been deprived of seeing lovely long hair for twelve years during my first career (Canadian military, 12 years).

8) Multiple choice 2. You have a writing deadline but the cat who rules you wants some attention. Desperately. Do you:

A) Lock the cat in another room and keep working?
B) Pet the cat for a couple minutes and then toss her cruelly aside?
C) Pet the cat as long as she wants because you know it will inspire and refresh you? -- Note: If you answered anything besides C, we suggest you consider the fact you could have written a much better book if you had been inspired and refreshed instead of mean to the cat.


C, of course, most Magnificently Furred Ruler of All Things.

User submitted:

How goes the discussion about discipline in your house?

It goes something like this:

Me: Make your bed and clean your room, please. I swear I saw something moving under that pile over there.

Son: You’re so MEAN!

What one thing would you change about your pet?

I would like to have a “mute” button for when another dog *dares* to use my pet’s street, breathe his air and look in his direction.

Do you believe pets and humans come to resemble each other over time?

Absolutely.

Meankitty's Note: I guess the hair resembles the dog underneath the blonde color?

Can you type with a cat stretched out across your wrists? If not, why not? Otherwise, how's the carpal tunnel?

I type with 95lbs of Chocolate Lab stretched out across my feet.

Meankitty's Note: I have never heard of carpal ankle, but there's always a first time!

When you're in the zone with your writing, what does your pet have to do to get your attention?

Either drool over my shoes, *appear* as if he is *about* to drool over my shoes, or *seem* as if he’s *thinking* of perhaps drooling over my shoes.

Meankitty's Note: Obviously drooling on the shoes is an issue. I think it would be more of an issue if the gross, slimy drool were on bare flesh but I guess it depends on how $$ the shoes were!

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Sincerely,
Meankitty
www.meankitty.com * www.jodywallace.com

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Snippet Saturday: Food, Glorious Food!


Snippet Saturday is the brainchild of author Lauren Dane, wherein a group of authors select thematic excerpts from their work and share them on Saturday mornings. This Saturday's snippet is "Food". Below you will find bouts of cooking, eating, snacking and other hijinks from the SS authors. My scene was taken from the latter half of A Spell for Susannah -- so beware if you don't like spoilers! -- and features our heroine, Princess Susannah, attempting to converse with the very young Prince Hanson during a formal banquet, who reveals some interesting information about our hero Jon Tom, seated elsewhere.

When I created this particular banquet scene, I guess it was a type of fantasy fulfillment in a loose sense (a loose waistband sense). I would love the opportunity toopportunity to sample a lot of new, exotic foods in hopes of stumbling across a previously unknown favorite.

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Despite Susannah’s attempts to converse with Sir Hanson, her father monopolized the young man’s attention during the formal banquet. The baronet handled the many glasses and plates with aplomb. He ate a good deal with the tiny banquet spoons and nodded at the King, who sat at the table’s head along with the Queen. The hundred or so other nobles and, she supposed, Jon Tom, were seated at other tables in the room, the roar of conversation muted but lively. Who was Jon Tom seated beside? If it was a noble daughter, she was probably twisted around in her seat for a glimpse of Sir Hanson.

Through the apricot compote and the broiled garlic artichoke hearts, through the almond-crusted halibut and the cucumber peas, through the buttered mussels and the pepper-cheese flowers, an army of servants whisked the miniature plates and bowls onto and off of everyone’s placemat. The King rambled on and on. Susannah finished her puff pastry and wondered why her father had taken such a liking to Sir Hanson. Perhaps he was just doing his part to ensnare an heir.

“Sir Hanson, don’t you like your cheese pastry?” Susannah asked him. “The filling is made from the milk of the Reston cows common to your homeland.”

The baronet gave her a weak smile and gulped down his pastry. The current style for formal banquets was to serve as plentiful a selection as possible, necessitating tiny portions of each in miniature dishes. One was meant to sample everything offered, and if it wasn’t to your taste, at least the spoons didn’t hold much. The crystal thimbles of wines and liqueurs with each course were voluntary, and Susannah drank water during the meal—in a regular-sized glass.

The baronet sat to the King’s left and Calypso to the Queen’s right. Susannah dined between Sir Hanson and Peter and traced a pattern on the damask tablecloth with her spoon. Because she had only Peter to speak to and Peter was in a sulk, Susannah ate more than she normally did. She squirmed in her rigid, formal corset. She wished she could go upstairs, take off her stupid court headdress and brush out her hair.

Her father waved away a second serving of chocolate trifle. The Queen caught Susannah’s gaze and narrowed her eyes, tilting her head slightly to indicate the baronet. Then she engaged her husband in conversation.

Susannah took a deep breath, then another. Perhaps it would make more room inside her corset for all the food. What might Hanson like besides cows? “My father mentioned the superior hunting in the Oldtree Forest, I’m sure. Do you enjoy hunting?”

She pitched the question loud enough for Calypso to hear. Although it wasn’t the thing to converse across the table, her family didn’t stand on absolute ceremony. Besides, her father wasn’t obeying the rules of polite discourse, so why should she? If she could get Calypso chattering about horses and hounds, they’d give their father a run for his coins.

“Not really, Princess Susannah.” The tablecloth rustled near Hanson’s legs, and she realized he was nervously tapping his foot on the ground.

Poor fellow. She widened her eyes at Calypso and inclined her head toward Hortense. Hopefully Hortense wasn’t still so disgusted with Susannah she refused to answer the call of duty. They needed to yank the conversation away from their father, or their mother would lambaste them.

Hortense tinked her spoon against the trifle bowl, as if by accident. Hanson glanced up. “Has our father described our Justice Chambers?” she asked. “He resolves a higher proportion of citizen complaints than any other kingdom.”

The baronet nodded and licked chocolate from his tiny spoon. Little curls had sprung up all over his head and bushed around his circlet, making him look even younger. Across the table, Hortense pursed her lips.

Unaware of the byplay, Hanson quaffed a thimble of hot vanilla liqueur. “Jon said the Justice Chambers were a marvel of efficiency.”

“Mr. Tom?” Susannah nearly crumpled her spoon in her fist. “When did you have the opportunity to speak with him?”

“He took me about this morning. Showed me the lay of the land.” The baronet’s cheeks were flushed, probably from the amount of alcohol he’d consumed over the course of the meal. The thimbles were deceptive, Susannah had learned long ago.

“The lay of the land.” Susannah didn’t know how to take that and ignored Calypso and Hortense across the table, both making “shush” faces. “So Mr. Tom spent the morning with you. He didn’t mention it to me.”

“Why would he? If he’s here to sneak about and investigate you, it seems as how he wouldn’t tell you what he’s up to all day long.”

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Monday, June 22, 2009

Meankitty Wants to Know: Keith Melton

Author Keith Melton is our first male human to interview for my series. He writes scary vampire Mafia books for Samhain.

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1) Why did you decide to be a writer instead of a cat sanctuary owner?

Actually a close friend of mine had a dream of opening a tiger sanctuary in Oregon, which practically makes me a theoretical cat sanctuary co-owner by default.

2) Why do you think cats are better than dogs? (Since you call yourself a writer, I trust your answer will be eloquent.)

Less drool.

3) Tell me about the felines in your fiction. How often do they appear and how big a part do they play in your narratives?

It shames me to admit my book BLOOD VICE focuses on vampires and the Boston mafia while largely failing to address the near demigod status of cats. If it helps, my vampires are much like cats in that they sleep all day and stay up all night wreaking havoc on humanity.

4) On the off-chance you have yet to incorporate cats into your fiction, when do you plan to rectify this egregious error and demonstration of poor writing skills?

Alas, my next Urban Fantasy book, RUN, WOLF, does not feature cats. Werewolves are allergic and don’t like to share the spotlight.

To make up for this personal bit of epic fail, I write haiku to my cat and recite to her until she sleeps or wanders off, whichever comes first.

5) What are your favorite works of fiction involving cats or favorite fictional cats?

Skippy Jon Jones is a favorite. Chester from the Bunnicula series is another favorite cat of mine. Chester was the only one who fully realized the dark threat from a vampire bunny.

6) Do you have any amazing, or at least humorous, real life cat stories you'd like to share?

One of my cats loved to sleep in the bathroom sink. This caused much commotion late at night if one made the mistake of using the facilities without turning on the lights.

7) Multiple choice 1. What is your preference and why?
A) Long hair
B) Short hair
C) No hair
-- Note: I am not, of course, referring to the hirsute qualities of your most recent hero or heroine.


Short hair. Preferably a color that matches the couch.

8) Multiple choice 2. You have a writing deadline but the cat who rules you wants some attention. Desperately. Do you:

A) Lock the cat in another room and keep working?
B) Pet the cat for a couple minutes and then toss her cruelly aside?
C) Pet the cat as long as she wants because you know it will inspire and refresh you? -- Note: If you answered anything besides C, we suggest you consider the fact you could have written a much better book if you had been inspired and refreshed instead of mean to the cat.


Answer is: D) None of the above. I let my cat write the rest of the story while I buy useless things on eBay. My editor has yet to suspect …but my wife is starting to wonder about the shipping cartons piling up in the garage.

User submitted:

How goes the discussion about discipline in your house?

If I fail my cat, I am subjected to Shunning as discipline until I redeem myself. Oh, you mean discipline the cat? Yeah, as if that ever happens.

What one thing would you change about your pet/human?

If the exalted cat would do something about the tuna breath at 2 in the morning, that would be much appreciated. And that creepy business of suddenly staring at invisible things, eyes wide, fur on end—yeah, that can stop any time, too.

Do you believe pets and humans come to resemble each other over time?

I certainly hope not. My cat has strange rust-colored blotches on her face.

Can you type with a cat stretched out across your wrists? If not, why not? Otherwise, how's the carpal tunnel?

Yes, I have mastered this skill. Now I’m like a typing ninja…only with a cat on his wrists.

When you're in the zone with your writing, what does your cat have to do to get your attention?

Bring me cold beer. Alas, it never seems to happen.

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Sincerely,
Meankitty
http://www.meankitty.com/ * http://www.jodywallace.com/

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Father's Day 2009

Happy Father's Day to the hairiest dude in the house!



No, not THAT dude. He's not a father. The two-legger. Food Slave himself!



Sincerely,

Typing Slave and Meankitty
www.jodywallace.com * www.meankitty.com

Monday, June 15, 2009

$1.50 Ebooks & Truth or Dare

This week (June 11-20) Megan's Choice, and many other Red Sage books, are on sale to celebrate Red Sage's 15th Anniversary. We are also doing a "Truth or Dare" chat over at Bitten By Books where prizes are offered. http://bittenbybooks.com/?p=8206

Details about my book from Theresa Stevens of Red Sage:

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"Innovative"

Before there were e-books, there was Red Sage Publishing. Before there were e-readers, or Amazon.com, or blogs, or stories labeled "erotic romance," there was Red Sage Publishing. At a time when the romance industry was becoming squeamish about sex, Red Sage Publishing celebrated sex as an essential component of a healthy romantic relationship.

Now, as publishing grapples with the changes wrought by the digital age, Red Sage forges ahead with an innovative e-book format. Using the same technology that allows clickable links on web pages, Megan’s Choice is an interactive e-book that allows the reader to decide how the story should proceed. It’s one e-book with nine possible stories. The future is now!

On sale June 11-20 for just $1.50!

Theresa Stevens
Managing Editor
Red Sage Publishing
tstevens_editor@yahoo.com
Read Dangerously at eRedSage.com!

Buy Link: http://www.eredsage.com/MEGANS_CHOICE_•__ELLIE_MARVEL_(e_Book)-p116.html

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Now back to your regularly scheduled interviews :)

Jody W.
www.jodywallace.com * www.meankitty.com

Meankitty Wants to Know: Kate Johnson and Spike

One of the felines who owns author Kate Johnson has given us some insight into life with the British author. Typing Slave's favorite work by the human is the Sophie Green mystery series.

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1) So, your human writes books. Does this mean he or she is home all day and easy to access? Elaborate if necessary.

Yes, she is. And whenever I enter the house she jumps up to give me food and cuddles. I can live without the cuddles (that is, whenever anyone’s watching) but I’m glad I’ve trained her about the food.

2) How large a proportion of her income do you have her devote to your gourmet tuna, cat beds, toys and other basic necessities?

She seems to have got the message about buying the decent cat food. Took her long enough. And she bought me a great cat bed. It’s five feet wide and has big soft fluffy things on it called a duvet and pillows. My human likes to curl up on it with me. Unfortunately, there are two young whippersnappers in the house known as Jack and Daisy who like to sleep on it too. I tried hissing at them, but my human told me to be nice so now I mostly ignore them. She used to waste her income on boring toys, but now she finally seems to understand that money is better spent on nice food. The garden is full of fun free toys, like mice and birds—plus it’s always fun seeing my human’s face when she has to pick them up later.

3) What are your techniques for distracting your human during crucial writing moments, just because it's fun?

I sit outside her office door and chirrup. So she gets up to let me in, and I climb on her lap, absorb some well-deserved praise, then jump down and go to the door to be let out again. Repeat as necessary. One of the whippersnappers, Jack, has perfected the technique of helping her type, which I ought to learn but then that would mean talking to him.

4) What indignities and neglect have you suffered because of your human's writing career?

She puts pictures of me everywhere. She keeps trying to get me to pose for photos on her lap while she talks to some invisible character called Meester Bond in a terrible accent. I can’t understand her at all sometimes.

5) Tell me about the felines in your human's fiction. How often do they appear and how big a part do they play?

They’re not in every book. It’s appalling, isn’t it? But her Sophie Green series features a little cat called Tammy, who is based on one of my predecessors (a cat called Candy who died about a month before Spike was born—KJ). She’s obviously the star of the series, although there are an annoying amount of scenes where she doesn’t appear at all, and the narration is devoted purely to humans.

I keep telling my human she needs to rename it The Tammy Cat Mysteries, but she says it’s more about this Sophie character. Why can’t she understand that’s the problem in the first place? She had one book with a fluffy white cat closely resembling me, but no one’s published it yet. Probably because the cat’s part was too small. She’s also written some Very Naughty Books where the cats turn into humans and do all that sweaty heaving stuff humans like so much.

6) On the off-chance your human has yet to incorporate cats into a story, what are your plans for making sure she rectifies this egregious error and demonstration of poor writing skills?

I made her put a picture of me above her desk. In it, I’m looking particularly debonair. This ought to inspire her to put far more cats into her books.

7) What works of fiction or cinema involving cats does your human enjoy sharing with you?

There’s a film called Aristocats featuring a white cat who looks rather like my mother, and a silly little kitten with a pink bow on her neck who strongly resembles my deceased sister, Sugar. We like to watch that one, although the Sugar character makes my human’s eyes leak. There’s also a little black kitten who looks—and acts—like one of the whippersnappers I’m forced to share my house with. He’s pretty annoying, but my human seems to love him.

8) If you could make one change to your human, what would it be?

Well. I’d make her leave this house she shares with her older humans, because they have a Demon Puppy who makes my life a misery. My human keeps telling me that one day when she’s a Best-Selling Author or she’s married to a Very Rich Man, that we can have a nice house together without any Demon Puppies at all. She hasn’t said whether she’ll bring the whippersnappers or not, and I can’t decide whether I’ll allow her to.

User submitted:

Question for pets: Are you happy with your human? If you could tell your human one thing, what would it be?

To stop talking to me as if I’m a human baby. I am a magnificent beast. People have told me so. Sometimes she addresses me correctly, as His Most Spikalicious King Spike of Spikington, but that doesn’t happen very often. She needs to stop calling me Spikey.

What things does your human do that would mortify it if known? What does your human do that most annoys?

She doesn’t like people knowing about the baby-talk. She thinks people will think she’s daft, and she’s right: they do. And as for annoying, sometimes it takes her up to five minutes to answer the door when I’m outside, loudly alerting her to my presence. She seems to expect me to go around to the cat door, but surely she must know this involves getting past the Demon Puppy? Also, if I’m in a bad mood, she tells me to cheer up or she’ll start addressing me as Mr. Fluffypants.

Did your human name a character for you? Are you pleased? If not, why?

She named a white lion for me. He was a very handsome beast. I was quite pleased. She’s also writing a book about a rockstar named Spike, who is very handsome and has different-coloured eyes, just like me. Since women adore him, I’ve allowed her to go ahead with this.

And did your human name you for a fictional character? Hate it or love it?

She named me for a vampire on TV. As if I’d drink blood! But he’s a very handsome vampire, beloved of a blonde female, and he has a massive fan club, so I don’t entirely hate it.

How do you give your writer new ideas?

I sit and look plaintively at the Demon Puppy (from a safe distance) so that she sighs and tells me she’ll work harder to become a Best-Selling Author so we can have that puppyless house. It’s up to her to come up with the ideas.

Note: No photo of the Demon Puppy could be obtained due to the fact it does not show up on film.

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http://www.catmarsters.com/ EMPIRE: AFTER THE FALL, Changeling Press: Gold Star award from JERR.

http://www.katejohnson.co.uk/ The SOPHIE GREEN MYSTERIES, Samhain Publishing: “Move over Stephanie Plum, Sophie Green has arrived!” (ParaNormalRomance)

http://etaknosnhoj.blogspot.com/

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Sincerely,
Meankitty
http://www.meankitty.com/ * http://www.jodywallace.com/

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Meankitty Wants to Know: Mojo Kelley

The cat who rules Inez Kelley from yesterday, Mojo, has helpfully answered my questions below! It's interesting to hear the truth come out after the humans put such a pretty face on things, isn't it??

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1) So, your human writes books. Does this mean he or she is home all day and easy to access? Elaborate if necessary.

Yes, she is home all day. Our food bowls get filled every morning and then she sits at her desk and we know it is time to play with her toes. We keep our toy basket on the corner of her desk and she tosses the fuzzy mice when she has ‘word blockage’, whatever that is.

2) How large a proportion of her income do you have her devote to your gourmet tuna, cat beds, toys and other basic necessities?

Strangely, neither myself nor Banshee care for tuna. I mean, I will eat it but Banshee, no way. She snoots her nose up. We prefer turkey. The human bought us beds but, uhm, hers is bigger so we claimed it. We get new toys every grocery visit. She brought catnip home last week. Banshee can’t hold her nip, but don’t tell her I said that.

3) What are your techniques for distracting your human during crucial writing moments, just because it's fun?

My haunches are, how do I say this, quite wide since she got me neutered (which I will NEVER forgive her for) so I sit on her keyboard. After her frantic cries of, “Let me hit save!” I usually get petted.

4) What indignities and neglect have you suffered because of your human's writing career?

Oh God, what are you Barbara Walters? Okay, no one is listening, are they? When the human was writing Myla by Moonlight, she stalked me. She did! I swear. She kept getting on her hands and knees and watching me walk and move. It was creepy.

5) Tell me about the felines in your human's fiction. How often do they appear and how big a part do they play?

The Myla thing, huge deal, big part. Myla as a cat is the ultimate kick-butt feline. Do not mess with that kitten’s human or she will rough you up!

Hocus and Pocus are solid supporting roles that move the plot along. If I, I mean, Hocus hadn’t scratched the hero, he never would have gotten to kiss Frannie and the whole book would never have happened!

6) What works of fiction or cinema involving cats does your human enjoy sharing with you?

Frankly, I am sick to death of Cats. She needs to quit playing it. I am not a Jellicle Cat.

7) If you could make one change to your human, what would it be?

More turkey, more often. Not the cheap crap, the bake all day, smells like heaven stuff.

User submitted:

Question for pets: Are you happy with your human? If you could tell your human one thing, what would it be?

I love my human! If I could tell her one thing, uhm, I didn’t touch the toilet paper, it was Banshee.

What things does your human do that would mortify it if known?

Her favorite writing pants have a hole in the butt.

What does your human do that most annoys?

She talks to herself. A lot. A LOT.

Did your human name you for a fictional character? Hate it or love it?

Nope, she was stuck on black cats for a while and thankfully had long past the stupid names like Blackie. I like my name, I am sleek and mysterious. Banshee is loud so her names suits her. But she is female, they are like that.

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Sincerely,
Meankitty
http://www.meankitty.com/ * http://www.jodywallace.com/

Monday, June 08, 2009

Meankitty Wants To Know: Inez Kelley


This week, I've exchanged words with author Inez Kelley, whose book JINXED will be released June 9. Come back tomorrow to see the interview with Mojo, Inez's feline ruler!
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1) Why did you decide to be a writer instead of a cat sanctuary owner?

I have not actually decided on that, there is always room for another cat.

2) Why do you think cats are better than dogs? (Since you call yourself a writer, I trust your answer will be eloquent.)

Dogs stink, they drool, and stick their snouts in your crotch. Cats on the other hand, decided to let you pet them, sit pretty and purrrrrrrr.

3) Tell me about the felines in your fiction. How often do they appear and how big a part do they play in your narratives?

In my debut contemporary, Jinxed, the heroine Frannie had two black cats, Hocus and Pocus. Frannie adores her furry family. Hocus is a man-hater, spitting, growling and even scratching the men in the book. No one with a penis is spared, not even close friends. He has a fondness for Budweiser although it does not have a fondness for him. Jinx (the hero) had to call the vet on that one. Jinx slowly gets Hocus to trust him by doing exactly what Hocus does: love Frannie.

Pocus, poor Pocus, he has narcolepsy and falls asleep at rather comedic times. He has a small flatulence problem also but as Frannie says, “I love him as he is”.

In my second Samhain book, the fantasy romance Myla by Moonlight, Myla is a magic spell created to keep Prince Taric safe. She appears either as a beautiful warrior or a massive jaguar. No one escapes her deadly claws. She also makes a brief appearance as Taric’s childhood pet, the black housecat, Soot.

4) On the off-chance you have yet to incorporate cats into your fiction, when do you plan to rectify this egregious error and demonstration of poor writing skills?

Done!

5) What are your favorite works of fiction involving cats or favorite fictional cats?
I saw the Broadway musical Cats way way back. I loved it. My 5 yr old twins boys love to watch the DVD and argue who is better: Rumtumtugger or Mr. Mistoffelees.

6) Do you have any amazing, or at least humorous, real life cat stories you'd like to share?

I gave my husband a kitten I rescued on the way to his house one night. She was a beautiful calico whose mother had been hit by a car. He named her Sassafrass and she was HIS kitty. One day while he was at work, she climbed up the chimney. We came home, heard her cries (she was afraid) and ended up having to remove the two bricks in the chimney to get to her before she fell. Sadly, she died of cancer two years ago and he was not ready to replace her until he found Banshee in October 2008. Now Banshee is Daddy’s girl.

7) Multiple choice 1. What is your preference and why?
A) Long hair
-- have had several
B) Short hair -- have had several
C) No hair -- cats need hair!
-- Note: I am not, of course, referring to the hirsute qualities of your most recent hero or heroine.

8) Multiple choice 2. You have a writing deadline but the cat who rules you wants some attention. Desperately. Do you:

A) Lock the cat in another room and keep working?
B) Pet the cat for a couple minutes and then toss her cruelly aside?
C) Pet the cat as long as she wants because you know it will inspire and refresh you?
-- Note: If you answered anything besides C, we suggest you consider the fact you could have written a much better book if you had been inspired and refreshed instead of mean to the cat.

Can I make my own D? My cats sit on my lap and I type over them.

User submitted:

How goes the discussion about discipline in your household?

The cats are not allowed on the stove. Uhm, that is about it.

What one thing would you change about your pet/human?

I really wish Mojo would stop the “COME PLAY, BANSHEE” cry at 3AM. Banshee takes off at the speed of sound, usually using my sleeping head as a springboard.

Do you believe pets and humans come to resemble each other over time?

No comment. Do I have chocolate on my whiskers?

Can you type with a cat stretched out across your wrists? If not, why not? Otherwise, how's the carpal tunnel?

Of course. This is why God invent larger font.

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Sincerely,

Meankitty
http://www.meankitty.com/

Saturday, June 06, 2009

Snippet Saturday: Fight, Fight!


Snippet Saturday is the brainchild of author Lauren Dane, wherein a group of authors select thematic excerpts from their work and share them on Saturday mornings. This Saturday's snippet is "Fight". Below you will find a bout of fisticuffs and other hijinks from my fantasy romance Survival of the Fairest, which was released in print in May 2009, and below that you will find links to other SS authors' fight scenes. Browse away!

Setting up the scene: Protagonists Tali and Jake thought they escaped the antagonist, the fairy Embor, but he and his minions caught up with them in a different Vegas casino. Several of Jake's fans become involved in the altercation.

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“You folks are going to have to move. You’re blocking the way.” A man in a uniform who looked like a guard waved his hands in a shooing motion. “Don’t make me call the police.”

“No need for that! Just having a gab session with the ladies.” Venus flipped back her ropes of hair. “Ask that dude why he’s bothering us.” She pointed at Embor with a fingernail that had to be at least two inches long.

Tali peeked around the blonde woman to see what Embor would do.

“I merely wish to retrieve my possession.” The Elder glared at the human, and his hand fidgeted above his bulging jacket pocket. What was in there, a spellglobe? Using one of those in the presence of humans was certainly not in line with Realm policy.

The guard frowned. “Are you trying to say one of these ladies has a possession of yours?”

Venus wagged her finger. “I know he can’t be calling us thieves.” Several of the ladies turned to glare at Embor. “We got nothing of his.”

Embor clarified his comment. “The young lady in the center. She needs to come with me.”

The guard wasn’t impressed. “Since when are other people possessions? I’m going to have to ask you to leave the premises.” Two more security guards hastened to the scene while the patrons in the casino enjoyed the show. Several bright lights flashed. Human photographic devices. She’d always wanted a camera.

Elder Embor flinched and Tali felt a mean smile brighten her face. He was one of the chief political advocates of noninvolvement with the humans. A real policy-banger. It wouldn’t look pretty on his Court record that he’d caused this commotion. And she’d definitely tell everyone too. Embor could sevendust her, but by Loken, he couldn’t seal her mouth, a fact he’d been heard to lament on occasion.

Some sense of caution finally leaked through his glacial brain. “Sir,” he said to the guard, “it will be as you wish.” He gestured, and most of the fairies melted toward the front of the casino.

“You too, buddy.” The guard loosened his shoulders as if expecting a fight.

Nothing happened for a few tense seconds. Embor nodded. Then, chaos.

The tree-sized fairy grabbed Jake’s shoulder while the female tried to shove her way into the circle to get Tali. Venus threw herself on the back of the fairy menacing Jake and let out an earsplitting screech. More palace guards protested and moved in. Embor tried to muscle his way between the blonde woman and a redhead, but they wrapped their arms around his body.

“Hello, gorgeous!” said the redhead in a throaty voice. “Where’ve you been all my life?”

Tali didn’t have a chance to enjoy the sight of the shocked and priggish Elder in their embrace. Two other ladies grabbed her arms and headed toward the back of the casino. No black-clad fairies marred her path.

Son of a sevensie, was she going to get away? But what about Jake?

Tali heard the smack of flesh against flesh followed by a masculine grunt and a thud. A glance over her shoulder revealed Jake sprawled on the floor, rubbing his jaw. Venus still clung to the huge fairy’s back, but he didn’t appear to care. Several guards grasped him by the arms and tried to pull Venus off him.

“Jake!” she cried out.

“Talista, do not accompany those persons.” Embor whipped out his communication device, but the blonde lady snatched it from him and dropped it down her capacious bosoms.

“Give that back.” Embor shrugged off one arm only to have another wrap around him from the other side. A hand rumpled his hair.

“Search me, baby,” she said. “I think you’ll be really surprised at what you find.”

Even as she strained to watch, Tali’s escorts zipped her around a block of machines and she couldn’t see or hear any more.

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These authors probably have bloodier fight scenes than I do...but they probably don't have Venus!
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Jody W.