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Life has been going a million miles an hour lately, which is my only excuse for not being better about blogging.

But since it’s my day to post, I figured I’d at least post something useful.

I found a website that has some Inspirational Quotes for Authors, that you all might enjoy.

And one that Kate Douglas shared with me yesterday, that I instantly fell in love with:

“Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money.”  — Moliere 

Hope everyone has a great weekend!

Cassie/Tina

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It’s been a long while since I posted a hero of the month, but I’ve been watching the news lately and with cyclones, earth quakes and general, every day violent crime, I thought it was too long since my last hero.

After all, I write romance, and the hero is paramount in my stories, but hero’s are far more important in our day to day lives.

I decided to pick someone that has been stabbed, shot at and been generally overlooked in the public eye. After all what can a dog do, right?

Well, it seems a lot. Especially if you’re a police dog named Anya. Without her bravery, her dog handler, officer Neil Sampson, might very well be dead. Sampson tried to fight off a frenzied attack from a knife-welding assailant. With four knife wounds to his legs and long cuts to his face and head, he would have been a lot worse if Anay hadn’t fought off his assailant despite being stabbed in the chest herself.

Anay and Neil Sampson have made a full recovery.

“Anya’s a very motivated, fast dog,” says Sampson. “She’s like a jack-in-the-box on Red Bull. “She’s full on, but, my God, I’m happy she’s mine.”

Thank you Anya and all the dog handlers out there who train these remarkable dogs.

Lynne Logan

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Here I sit at Sky Harbor airport in Phoenix waiting for breakfast—thankfully they serve a real live breakfast in the bar here.  And no smart-alec assumptions :)  I’m drinking water.  Not even my stomach can handle alcohol this early in the morning unless I’ve not been to bed yet – and the last time I tried that out was quite a few years ago…lol!

You can probably tell I’m not totally awake yet, but I wanted to do a quick blog so everyone didn’t think I disappeared off the planet for a few days.  This week has been very hectic, both getting ready for this trip, taking care of a sick hubby, getting kiddo ready for end of year stuff, not to mention working on my deadline and a thousand other things.  But I’m thankful to be so busy—it’s much better than being bored!

So, back to the point—can you tell I haven’t had my Starbucks yet this morning?  Anyway, I’m headed to Denver to speak at the Heart of Denver Romance Writer’s chapter.  I’m speaking on “The Life of a Writer:  Is It All Really Glamour & Bon Bons?”  And if you don’t know the answer to that—maybe you need to hear this talk as well :)  I’m staying with my friend Lizzie T Leaf while I’m there and she told me we are having some party time tonight, so look out Denver!

I’m only there for today, I speak tomorrow and then head home tomorrow night.  A quick trip.  So I figured, no problem – a change of clothes, my toiletries bag, a few of my books for giveaways, handouts for the workshop (and a freaking coat! after I found out it’s only going to get up to 60 degrees or so there!) and some promo items.  One of those tiny suitcases you can pull behind you—my laptop bag and I’m all set, right?

I checked in at one of those little kiosks in a record six minutes from start to finish and then as I was standing in the security line craving a Chai Tea Latte, I realized that my toiletries bag was NOT going to fit into one of those little quart bags to make it though security.

Crap!

So, back I went downstairs to admit I had a space moment, and check my tiny suitcase.  Lucky for me, the people in front of me had done much stupider things (namely wanted to carry on their bowie knives and were protesting that they couldn’t carry them on the plane.)  So by the time I got up to the desk—the harried counter clerk was very happy to have a friendly person with an easy request!!

Luckily I was also nice to the lady up at the security line, who recognized me from my second attempt and allowed me to jump into the employees security line so I didn’t have to start all over.  See!  It pays to be nice! 

Anyway, that brings me back to here in the bar where Linda and Charlotte have served me some very good eggs, bacon and toast, and keep refilling my water before it even dips below half full.  It probably didn’t hurt that I let them chat me up about my pink Mac laptop, gave them bookmarks and “Got Seduction” buttons from my Seduction series and answered their questions about what it’s like to be a romance writer.

I really do love readers—their enthusiasm always makes it easier for me to sit down and push through a really hard scene—which I will doing on the plane if I have enough elbow room in coach to put the laptop on the little fold down table.  So wish me luck!

I’m not sure I’ll be able to get back online until I’m sitting in the airport tomorrow night in Denver waiting to come back, but I hope everyone has a great weekend!

Cassie/Tina

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I wrote this post earlier today, and nothing went right. The words kept bleeding into one another, the paragraphs wouldn’t stay where I put them and I made one mistake after another.

Misspellings.

Misspoken statements.

I gave up and deleted the post.

And I’m glad I did. In the space of a few hours, I changed my mind. I don’t want to talk about authors behaving badly.  That’s their problem.  Plus heaven forbid if I say something that’s misconscrewed…misconstrued.

Instead, I’m going to tell you about my invention. I was reminded of it from a comment left on my Myspace blog.  A comment about attitudes toward sex and sex toys sent me to ask my husband, “What is the first thing that comes to your mind when I say sex toys.”

Since he was clear at the other end of the house watching a game, at first he looked confused.  Then he burst out laughing.  A full, rich, resounding belly laugh.  

“Your invention,” he says between guffaws.

I start laughing so hard I make a rude noise.

We laughed long and loud before we could talk.  I asked him if he could remember what it looked like.  And we came to the consensus I’d made it from a rubber hot-water bottle.  I bemoaned the fact we hadn’t taken pictures.  This was about twenty-five years ago, but there was one thing we both remembered.

Mike mimicked the sound I made as we gave it a test run.  I swear…the exact sound.  There are some things you never forget. 

Am I behaving badly sharing my ornery story?   Color me an author behaving badly so my title fits…

Brit

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Yes, I know I’m a couple days late for this day, but I got to thinking.  When did this crazy day all begin?  Well, I decided to do some research and came away with, well, with hardly anything.  The actual origin of the day is unknown.  There are a number of people that believe it started in the Middle Ages.  Some jokes were discovered in France in the 16^th century, but it seems to be the case that this time period was a continuation of previous years. The day became more popular in the 18^th century, particularly in Great Britain.

Now the day is celebrated not only in the US, but Canada, Australia, France, Germany, Great Britain, Russia and even over on the other side of the world to Japan.

I didn’t get caught this year, but I’ve been nabbed a couple times, but I always try to pay the culprit back the next year. J

Lynne Logan  

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