Kai 2 is finished and has been sent in.
I’ve been a bit AWOL mostly because I’m rounding the corner of finishing Kai 2. Towards the end of a book I get into a roll of hatred of words. Seriously, hatred. Like I have to go into blind typing because I don’t want to see the Word document. It get better. I just get brain blocked and have to push through it. I think a lot of us do that. Just pull the band-aid off. *grins*
Dirty Heart is around the corner, March 21st. I imagine as the day grows closer, I’ll get more maudlin. I imagine I’ll feel worse about Sinners because unlike Cole, there won’t be any coming back to Miki and the boys. It’s hard to say goodbye in some ways but others, it’s okay. Because you know, HEAs.
I actually like HEAs. I do. I work them into everything. Because really, deep down inside, I want there to be a happy.
I also want to talk about the evolution of the Dirty series covers. Because we’ve reached the end of the books, we can look at them in spectrum. The point of the covers was to start off with Cole’s life in the cold lonely he was in—the purples and blues. Then as his life with Jae went on, the covers would warm up to the russets and bronzes. It takes time and there’s a few hiccups along the way but in the end, there’s a hell of a lot of warmth. Notice the shift after Laundry. *grins*
Now I have to rebrand the Hellsinger books….and soon. I just have to find that right… flavour.
* I thank Gay Book Reviews for the book graphic base. I was going to do one but they did one before me so… *slides into my bag and trots off* so smooches and thank you.
I am so done with adulting and it’s not even 9 am.
Part of the biggest problem with owning a classic car is finding parts. Oh there are TONS of places that carry parts and you see everything you’d ever need… until that moment when you need that ONE thing then it’s like chasing ghosts through a maze.
Currently, my Firebird has no seats. Or rather it HAS seats but the seats sit too high and are too thick. So there’s not much room between the seat and the steering wheel and my head hits the roof. No Bueno. These are Scat Pro 80 1300s and the Gods of Summit Racing… notably Corky… have been trying to get an answer from the vendor about the seat height of the Scat Pro 80 1000s. Because in the photos, they look like they scoop down more like the original seats where as the 1300s are like a Jeep seat, which wasn’t apparent until they arrived, were mounted on a separate set of brackets then bolted into the Firebird.
That aside, the car runs beautifully. Just with no seats. Well working seats. The mechanics are probably sick of looking at Tengu as much as I am sick of not having him. The old seats can’t be put in. The brackets are just screwed and well, original parts. It’s time for them to go away.
Oddly enough, this little seat issue eats a lot of time. So much research to be done on what is going to be a straight bolt in versus a bracket bolt in which add inches to the seat height. Since the Firebird already has a well under the seat mounts which then drops down into the space under the dash, there’s not a lot of wiggle room for those seats to go up in height.
This is my life. So much of my time is spent on one form of research or another. And it’s odd because so much information goes into killing someone. We often joke that the FBI or other law agencies would be alarmed to dig out our browser history but then go… oh wait, writer.
For instance, I have an entire folder of bullet entrance and exit hole photos with calibers marked off, covering both hard and soft materials. Because you need to know these things when shooting cinder block, wood and um… melons. LOTS OF MELONS.
Pumpkins are also good because um… splatter.
And we have an incoming message from Summit! WOOOOOOOT! Hopefully it’s good news.
So brain dead.
I should be waxing on about how bittersweet it is that the Cole McGinnis series is coming to an end but the truth of it is, I’m nostril deep in dragons and pissy elfin hybrids and March is sneaking up on me something fierce.
Home is nice. Home is very nice. The dog is a bit jumpy because when I go away, he gets hives. Seriously. It’s insane. I just gave him a bath with ph balancing soap to help soothe his skin. What he needs is a tub of valium. Sheesh.
And oh god I just went to research something really quickly and fell down a rabbit hole for 20 minutes. The internet is dangerous.
Something I wanted to remind people about are the free Dirty Ringtones Greg Tremblay graciously did for me. Such a lovely man. Five Stars. Great Service. Much Wow. All of that. Truly.
They come in multiple formats for both Android and Apple phones. Even perhaps those ghetto Windows phone someone talked a few people into.
And now… to go eat a handful of skittles while waiting for the rice to cook.
Heading back home today. And it is with a very heavy heart.
But ah, I will see my puppy and I’m sure the cat will glance in my general direction.
HUGE thunderstorm rolled over us in the wee hours of the morning and is lingering. I fly out later this evening.
Now, I head upstairs to make kim chee fried rice for the last time this visit.
WOOOOOOOOT! Excerpt available!
Former LAPD detective Cole McGinnis’s life nearly ended the day his police partner and best friend Ben Pirelli emptied his service weapon into Cole and his then-lover, Rick. Since Ben turned his gun on himself, Cole thought he’d never find out why Ben tried to destroy him.
Years later, Cole has stitched himself back together. Now a private investigator and in love with Jae-Min Kim, a Korean-American photographer he met on a previous case, Cole’s life is back on track—until he discovers Jeff Rollins, a disgraced cop and his first partner, has resurfaced and appears to be working on the wrong side of the law.
As much as Cole’s fought to put the past behind him, he’s soon tangled up in a web of lies, violence, and death. Jeff Rollins is not only trying to kill Cole’s loved ones, he is also scraping open old wounds and long-forgotten memories of the two men Cole loved and lost. Cole is sure Rollins knows why Ben ruined all their lives, but he isn’t looking for answers. Now Cole is caught in a cat-and-mouse game with a cold-blooded killer with the key to not only his past but his future.
Sharing someone else’s story.
The hardest part about being on a road trip isn’t just trying to finish a chapter or two, it’s also trying to remember to post something on the blog.
There’s been a lot of stuff happening in my head… and lack of sleep seems to be an ongoing problem. Today I read a one star review on one of my books and had a good chuckle over it. Now this isn’t a call to action on anything. Please know this. The odd thing is I could read it and kind of…chuckle.
Not sure why. Perhaps lack of sleep or just… maybe it was a “huh” moment and move on. Not because I’m thinking “oh I’m such hot shit that one star does not apply to my brilliance”. Let’s get real here. But I think I’m okay with my books not being for everyone just as I’m happy if someone likes it.
There are some reviews where I wonder what they’ve read. We all get those kinds of reviews. This was one of them. Perhaps that’s what makes it easier? to sort of shrug over it? I don’t know. Do I worry about books and how they’d be taken? Hell yes. I don’t think that will ever go away but I think I’m okay if a book just doesn’t work for someone.
Of course if my mother left a one star review I might be horrified and shamed. She’d probably critique how I wrote someone washing rice.
So far on the road trip I’ve watched Deadpool. FUCKING awesome movie. Cooked a bunch… made a very Korean spicy kimchi chigae… and nearly dumped an entire vanilla soy latte with no foam all over the inside of Mary Calmes’ car. To be fair, I was getting choked by the seat belt at that time.
It was fricking freezing when I landed and snow is always a fascinating thing for me. I also ate at my first Steak n Shake and it was pretty decent. Met a bunch of people at Kroger’s (I think it was a Kroger’s) including a very nice Vietnamese checker with whom we exchanged opinions about daikon. I also discovered there’s no ginger in this house and I fear that some must be found.
Tomorrow we have the coffee thing so woooot! Looking forward to that. And I have a cat hair or something in my right eye and it’s driving me nuts.
Actually on travel right now. Sitting in a hotel in Austin and trying to find a comfortable position to sit at this table. The table is too damned high.
Man I could use more sleep.
Life kind of went upside for a bit… family medical emergency which sucked up a bunch of time but stuff’s better now.
Whatcha all up to?