So, apparently LKH's next book series is a Space Marine noir story co-authored by husband, Jon, the husband. Any thoughts on this?

https://twitter.com/LKHamilton/status/316226208234864640
https://twitter.com/LKHamilton/status/316227783800000512

Seems like a strange genre for her to tackle. But, maybe something fresh will do her some good? Especially, considering how she's unable to write the Merry series anymore. And she'll probably burn fast only writing Anita books, beit short stories or novels.

Preview:


( Over here at my journal )

01-34 Doctor Who
35-58 Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit
59-79 Game of Thrones



here at thinking_stereo

Dear Minnie

I know you are an eccentric little lady but sweetie what on earth possesses you to pee in the litter tray in passing before going out?  May i also point out that the plant pots (even when they have no plants in the earth) are not litter trays either. You like to sleep in the pot wrapping yourself round the bay tree trunk - but why pee in the pot next to it?  And no - basil is not catnip and it isn't a litter tray either.

Now we get to 'keeping clean' - you are a very very good licker. You lick until you are wet and you get very very clean - but honeybunch, if you must go down into the wild undergrowth of our neighbor's unkempt olive grove, you have to understand that mummy needs to comb you to get all the burrs and sticky leaves and grass seeds out of your fur  before you snuggle up to her arm to sleep. And when you groom them out of your fur , please don't spit them out all over me as I sleep in the bit of the bed you leave me.

Love you.

Mummy

You've now launched us into crazy kitty household status, however there was no resisting the combo of your markings and thunder purr. Don't worry, Blair just isn't too sure what to make of you and Trinket was just as grumpy and sulky when Blair moved in. They'll warm up to you, and you are obviously not remotely scared by them.
Trinket is the orange tabby and Blair is the grey in the icon.....this is Dinket in what has been a rare still moment since we came home today *grin*
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Title: Have a Little Faith
Prompt: writerverse challenge #04: table of doom, prompt #4: word: divine
Word Count: 587
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairings: team (with Sam/Jack & Daniel/Vala)
Summary: “Are you having a ‘crisis of faith’, Colonel-Mitchell?”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library

Link: Have a Little Faith

Hi there Lil' Bit,

So, I realize you don't give a shit, but I should let you know that I feel badly that we haven't officially named you. Sullivan was simply a place holder at the vet when we thought your other home would work out. Since it didn't and you're back, Daddy's put his foot down; you're his cat. Great.
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So, there's your first letter as a cat I look after. I hope you realize that even though you're difficult right now, I do love you. I'll probably never have the same kind of relationship with you that I do with TieDye, and that's okay. You were sent, I believe, to be Daddy's cat. TieDye was sent to be mine. If you each look after one of us, we'll all be all right.

Love,
Mama

Missie...I know, big bad evil thunderstorms are back, just when you thought it was safe. All last month, it was rainy and dreary, sirens going off at least twice a week. Don't worry, baby, we aren't about to put you out in the rain...Velvet might consider it.
Velvet, sweetheart, dearest kitty....uh....
pickle relish is not cat food. Ok?
It's funnier than anything, however to watch you gum up hubby's sandwich. He didn't think you'd steal his pickle slice, but, yep. I'm glad you're a lady cat, or you'd have your name changed faster than you could swipe his sandwich. He'd be calling you Jasper, just like his old cat.
As you two get closer (they got within two feet of each other, before hissing) I'm sure it will be a nice peaceful old age with you two. Not that you'll allow old age, laughter keeps you young, and you two just make me laugh on a constant basis. Nothing like coming home from a hard day at the humane society to my two silly girls.

Love you both, more and more.

Link: Jun 14 2013, 12:41
Disclaimer: This blog entry is verbatim, as originally posted on LKH's Facebook. Copyright belongs to Ma Petite Enterprises.

I thought it was the beginning of another book, but it's a short story& it's done, complete. I had to have Jon & my agent read it, because I'm just not used to having a surprise story fall from the muse's lap quite like this. Also continued to make pages on the next novel so a very creative day.

Jun 15 2013, 12:52

News: The short story I just finished an Anita Blake story. It's the first Anita short story I've written in years, and I didn't know I was writing one. I honestly thought it was the first chapter for the next book, but when I got to the end, it was The End. It's my first accidental story. :-) I was so weirded out by it that I had Jon read it, and then sent it to my agent, just to make sure I hadn't missed anything, but they both declared it good and complete. My agent and editor are now discussing what we should do with the story, so many possibilties.

For Della and Dana, as far as I know the last of the five D kittens...Della, I'm SURE you'll be adopted soon. Dana, you're all better and getting bigger by the DAY. Get you and Eli fixed, maybe I'll put you two in the same cage. Kipling, wow...look at you go. If we don't TELL people you only have three legs, they may not notice at first.
Fred, Fetch, be good you two. Adoptions are good things.
Havana, Hawaii....uh, really? All hisses and spits? I'm sorry, but honestly, at 8 weeks old, that strike probably hurt you more than me. I didn't even have a pin prick to show. You two still got cuddled. Such cute fluffy grey babies. You can ask Spitz and Blanc how I react to hissy spitty kittens. I cuddle them.
Buddy...you can stop hiding behind Mama, I'm the nice person who feeds you two.
Axis, April...you two will, sadly, not be the elegant siamese type of Mama, still, cute. Active too....maybe you should stop biting Mama's tail and legs? You two sure were adorable as you curled up with each other and slept. Mama looked happy about that as well.
My four B kittens...what is there to actually say to a week old kitten? Don't give Mama too much hassle?

Dear Mew

I do apologize. When I heard your tiny mews coming from under the recliner, I thought you were protesting being out of the bedroom. I talked back with you, but felt that you needed to be out and about – socializing is good for you and Smidgeon was shut in the bedroom.

It wasn’t until I heard clawing noises on the carpet that I realized that you have become…. Er… too round to get back out and were… um…. stuck.

Up until now, I have been secretly gleeful about your roundness, because it is such a stark contrast to how thin and starving you were when I found you.

Obviously, I need to change our way of thinking.

I was so happy when you jumped up on the arm of the chair to give me a luvs. I know you don’t do snuggles, but this was very close to one. I’ll take what I can get. Even Nox was happy and jumped up in the recliner with us to give you encouragement.

Remember this love and warmth when I start introducing methods of roundness-eliminating.

(Mew - not QUITE as round as this picture makes her look - she's a little hunched over, looking out the window at BIRDIES)

teasers:



People call me Dave...

In Flirt, Anita outright enslaved someone.
In Bullet, she collected free tigers from a slot machine - er, the Harlequin. And picked up a female harem member, which may be more unusual at this point.
In Hit List, she had the multicolored tiger and gobbled the Mother of All Darkness via the power of love.
In Kiss the Dead, she had her author forget to include a plot tossed out Asher, managed to screw Nicky to death, and proved once and for all that she has no hygiene whatsoever.

So what's the most off-the-wall item to occur in Affliction? Other than the sex-toy rescue items, I mean.

Will we have a town of Micah clones, a la Blood Noir's hometown for Jason? Will she haremify Edward? Will she bang the Lover of Death to death? Will we have zombie porn*?
*My mother, when I mentioned the new book to her, had already disgustedly assumed that it was the entire purpose of Affliction, having reasoned that Hamilton introduced new types of supernatural creatures for one purpose and one purpose alone. I dearly hope she's wrong on this one...

Your thoughts?

Link: Jun 12 2013, 6:46
Disclaimer: This blog entry is verbatim, as originally posted on LKH's Facebook. Copyright belongs to Ma Petite Enterprises.

Affliction will be out July 2.

I bought the boots in my new author photo at Macy's, yes you read that right. Macy's has some awesome shoes, but right now season is on sandals and summer, so boots not so much in stock.

Thanks for all the compliments on new cover & photo!

Jun 13 2103, 12:14

A day where pages were made is always a victory.

Title: Sleeping In
Prompt: writerverse challenge #03 weekly quick fic #1 (‘beginnings and ends’ & ‘a better idea’)
Word Count: 215
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairings: Jack O’Neill/Sam Carter
Setting: tag to episodes “Threads”/“Moebius”, technically sequel to Being Okay, but can probably work by itself.
Summary: Jack wakes up early, and Sam is still asleep.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library

Link: Sleeping In

This came from this past Saturday's broadcast of "A Prairie Home Companion", the weekly radio show from Garrison Keillor

She was very old, our old dame,
Our cat, 17, Meiko was her name.
On Friday she was not herself at all.
She lay, her face turned to the wall
Silent and subdued
Saturday, she did not touch her food.
On Sunday she paced back and forth
Across the bedroom floor
And did not brush our leg or purr
Or make a sound. We petted her.
And she seemed very far away.
We knelt by the bed where she lay
And felt desolate and sad
And told her, Good cat, good cat
And then this delicate creature
Of an affectionate nature
Had to be carried outside
And taken for a short melancholy ride
To the vet's office where with gentle affection
She was given the merciful injection
As we stroked her and said,
"Good cat. Good cat.";
And she lay down her head
On our lap
And took her nap.

We miss her gentleness and grace,
The little eyes, the solemn face,
The tail flicking where she lay
In a square of sun on a summer day.
It's childish, to feel such grief
For an animal whose life is brief.

And if it is foolish, so it be.
She was good company,
And we miss that gift
Of cat affection while she lived.
Her sweet civility.
A cat has not much utility
But beauty is beauty: that's
Why the Lord created cats.
We miss our cat of 17 years
And if you'll sit down by my side
I'll scratch you up behind your ears
Until you are well satisfied
And then bring you a plate of fish
And figs and dates fresh off the tree
Or any treat that you may wish,
In our old cat's sweet memory.

Lullaby little cat, wherever you're at
May you lie in the sun and be loved by someone
May you curl up and rest, with a quilt for a nest
May you run, may you leap, and be young in your sleep