Midsummer Update

I am alive. I have survived the transition to the new Lair of Doom. It was a harrowing experience and things are still raw and new, but with time everyone will adjust and things will become as normal and routine as they were in the previous lair.

Upheaval takes a lot of effort, and the only way the chaos is going to get sorted is if I work on it every day as I did in preparation for relocation.

I am still living for September. Though the new lair is much quieter, there are still neighbors with shrieklings about, and they have yet to learn their place when it comes to interacting with my household. Apparently the people who lived in this house before us were permissive when it came to certain things (such as the shrieklings showing up at the door whenever they feel like it to “play with your cat/dog” – they have not yet grasped that my animals do not “play” or interact with small humans, and actually prefer to inflict harm, much like their caretaker) and have yet to grasp that We Are Not Them.

They will learn.

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Soon it will be September, and they will all have better things to do than annoy me. I realize they are immature humans and it is summer and They Are Bored and there’s Something New And Shiny for them to investigate, but the sooner they learn that Some Things Are Best Left Alone, the better. (Don’t get me started on Where Is Your Parent? in all of this. It’s a long story with that household that I have gathered from other neighbors and the community in bits and pieces. I still think it’s odd that the Parents don’t seem to care if their child goes to a random stranger’s house and asks to be let in. This is not going to end well someday for those children.) Shriekling Neighbors also let their animals run amok and it drives Pup insane. It’s a process that is slowly improving. The Male Parent has already made attempts to keep his menagerie out of our presence. Soon the Shrieklings will come to understand that Dina’s House is Not A Place To Play. (AKA “Don’t Bother That Lady She’s Mean,” and “You Kids Stay Off My Lawn.”)

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It’s been nearly a month now since the Upheaval, and Little Broken Cat is the lone holdout when it comes to exploring the new digs. She is slow and tentative about it, but she’s progressing. I think the New And Big is a bit too much for her, being small and broken. She’ll get there.

Speaking of Little Broken Cat, she’s come into the office just now and is sitting beside my chair as I write this. While not up in my lap like normal*, this is still major progress, people. Now all we have to do is get her to cross the living room and come into the kitchen to eat with everyone else.

How many weeks left until September? Six? THAT’S SO MANY!

Tom Hiddleston Rage Rant

*ETA: We have Little Broken Cat in the lap, confirmed. Repeat, we have Little Broken Cat in the lap.

It’s That Time

You know what time it is. It’s that time. Time for me to hide from the tourists go to ground for the next few months.

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I’m starting earlier than usual this year because I have a lot going on. The DeGothening has proven fruitful and we have taken the first steps toward acquiring a new Lair. This is but the first of many things on the horizon for the James Household, so I will be taking a hiatus from most things virtual for the summer.

I should more-or-less regularly return in September or thereabouts. There might be the odd post here and there during the next few months, but don’t count on me. I will likely give a shout when things are put together at the theoretical new office.

Until then, behave. The bail fund has been redistributed for the time being.

Tom Hiddleston Please Behave

Foundations of Stone

I admit it. I took the title of this post from a random song on my Pandora station, because believe it or not, I suck at titles. It’s true. I’m a writer and I suck at titles. We all have our burdens, and that’s one of mine.

It’s not the only one I’ve been chosen to bear, either. More on that in a minute. I’m going to cut here for those who might not want to read this, as it’s personal and highly sensitive in nature. There are things in this post that might be difficult for the more sensitive amongst you to read, so if that’s you and you want to read on, you’ve been warned. Put on your Big Person Underthings and cope. Here we go. Continue reading

New Year, More Vampires

It’s 2016. It’s also halfway through January, which means your New Year’s resolutions should be wearing a bit thin by now. Well, I’m here to help those of you who resolved to read more books, and those who wanted to add more vampires to their life.

You all know I’ve given into peer pressure (translation: “Skyla made me do it.”) AND how I feel about self-publishing. However, in response to those wishing to purchase my work, I have agreed to offer my previously-published short stories for sale in a new format. (I justify doing this by telling myself and being assured by others that it’s not really self-publishing because these stories have been previously commercially published, so this is a re-release rather than self-publishing. GO WITH IT. I NEED TO BELIEVE THIS IN ORDER TO LIVE WITH MYSELF/THIS DECISION I FEEL SO DIRTY OH MY GOD.)

Anyway.

Here is the final volume of Legends of the Destrati (formerly published in the Mammoth anthologies and my Light In A Dark World collection, so if you’ve already read those stories, there’s nothing new for you here).

This volume features the last two stories, “Redemption” and “A Hope and a Prayer,” plus a bonus story, “Unmasked.” The shiny cover was done by the lovely tyrant enabler Skyla Dawn Cameron of Indigochick Designs, as was the formatting of all the necessary files. Because she rocks. Go use her for everything you need done digitally. She’s amazing and worth every penny.

That’s all the shiny I currently have planned. The year is young, though, and we all know how much I enjoy getting up to no good. For now, enjoy your 2016 with the beautiful and enigmatic Kyle.

Dina’s Holiday Rant 2015

Cups? Really? People are seriously upset about some imagined slight to their beliefs by a coffee chain’s holiday cups? SERIOUSLY? If you are one of these people, YOU ARE PART OF THE PROBLEM AND THE REASON WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS! Now, sit down! I’m going to beat some sense into you with this little thing I call a clue bat. (Okay, it’s not that little.)

There is no “War on Christmas.” There never has been, but every year people lose their tiny little minds over the holiday season. This year it started early with the stupid red cups. And, right on cue, the “keep Christ in Christmas” and “Jesus is the reason for the season” posts are out in full force (I found out earlier this year that a local bakery I do not, have not, and will not ever patronize keeps a sign to this effect up all year. Please see above about being part of the problem.), so even though it’s way earlier than I usually post this, it’s clearly time for Dina’s Holiday Rant. It wouldn’t be Sithmas if I didn’t rant about the holiday season, now would it?

This was originally written/posted December 5, 2009 on my Livejournal. It’s still applicable so I will shamelessly copy and paste, and update it to post again. This is apparently going to be an annual thing, this rant.

Read at your peril. Feel free to repost/forward with credit to me as the author. Continue reading

I Come Into The Out Now

For those who don’t get the title, go see this.

IT’S SEPTEMBER! IT IS IT IS IT IS! I have my Scensty warmer going with a gorgeous scent (discontinued one…WHY?!?!) and am kicking back welcoming the start of fall.

It’s been an interesting few weeks. I had a little adventure with appendicitis and that’s over now. I’m fine – all is well. I’m sans appendix now, that’s all. But that’s neither here nor there. I have RANT FODDER to kick off my return to the darkness.

Cut here for length and those who aren’t ready for a Dina!Rant quite yet. Continue reading

So Done With This Already

I made it to the middle of June. I DID! And the only reason I made it this far is because we finally gave in and had air conditioning installed last month. After last year’s summer endurance trial, it was a priority.

But that’s all I can stand. I go now to hibernate for the summer.

Actually I just have a mega-uber-shit-ton of things that are about to happen all at the same time and my online time is going to be seriously curtailed. I’ve got a lot on my plate already and it’s about to get piled even higher, so if you need something from me, e-mail is going to be your best bet until…oh…say…September. That ought to do it.

I’ll try to update the blog at some point, but really, you all pretty much know about me and summer by now. Like I said, you’re lucky I’m still here this late in the year. I usually hibernate/bugger off between Memorial Day (end of May) and Labor Day (beginning of September) because I despise the hot season and everything that comes with it.

I am still over at the Evil League of Evil Writers every other Monday – I don’t give that up for summer.

See you all in a few weeks. Like…twelve or so.

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In Memoriam

My dear friend Skyla Dawn Cameron lost her aunt this week.

My contribution to the Evil for Judy tribute was to write a short story using Judy’s favorite character of mine. She was a huge fan of Billy and the Stranger Things series, so before she passed I wrote her a Tuckerization vignette that Skyla took to the hospital and read to her. I’m told Judy enjoyed the story.

Judy passed away shortly afterward, but the thing about stories is that they are forever. Judy the human may have gone on to the next adventure, but her memory lives on. Now, through fiction, that memory will continue to live. That’s one of the cool things about fiction – it can immortalize someone as much as eviscerate them.

I debated awhile about offering this story for my readers. I talked with Skyla about it, and she tells me Judy would appreciate it. I didn’t want to share it without approval – it was a personal thing; meant to be read only by those directly involved. But if no one else ever reads it, they won’t know Judy.

This story was written for her, but I offer it here for everyone to read. The only thing I ask in return is that it not be uploaded anywhere for sale. Other than that, share away. Spread her memory far and wide. I have immortalized her in fiction. Share her with the world.

Best,
Dina

Click the pic to download the PDF. This is the only format this story is going to be available in, and it will always be free. Cover art and formatting by Skyla Dawn Cameron of IndigoChick Designs.

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