Aside from my weekly posts at Odd Shots, I’m shutting down the blog for the first part of 2011. Although the blog archives will be available, I’ve moved the links from the menu and front pages. I’ll still be online now and then on Twitter and Facebook; you can contact me there, or through my contact page.

Happy New Year, everyone!
Meljean

If, while reading Demon Marked next year, you suddenly come across a perfectly nice sentence interrupted by OH HOLY EFFING HELL! — that is because while I was browning rice in butter, I suddenly had an idea of how to fix that sentence, and left the kitchen to do exactly that.

Three paragraphs later, I smelled the reason why I should return to the kitchen.

I couldn’t save the pan, either. *headdesk*

But, as Carolyn Jewel so nicely pointed out on Twitter: “new spatula: $1.50 The perfect sentence: priceless.”

Actually, it was $3.59. But whatever. At least the sentence will rock!

Will you please send it again? My server went down, and they used a restore point from Friday night at midnight, which means that I’ve lost everything sent to me from Friday night to about 5:30pm Saturday.

If you won a copy of Demon Blood over at Odd Shots, you might have to send me your address again.

I currently have the addresses for these winners:

Mireyah Wolfe
Stacy S
BarbaritaV
Margaret
Laria
Pam P.

Thanks, and sorry about this!

Today I took my daughter out for a half-an-hour walk around 11am. It was 70 degrees. I spent most of it in the shade.

Guess who has a sunburn right now? *headdesk*

This is why I write about vampires, folks. I understand them so, so well.

(Also, watch this space on Friday for a big giveaway.)

When you meow at the door, wanting to be let in, then PLEASE COME IN instead of standing there, sniffing the doorframe, and deciding whether you REALLY want to enter the abode where your fricking food is. I swear to God, I’m going to shut the door in your cute little face next time!

kthxbai,
Meljean

P.S. *sob sob* Okay, I wouldn’t shut it in your cute wittle face. It’s true: I’m totally pussy-whipped.

The #1 reason I’ll be glad to see 2009 go? I’ve spent a good portion of it in my bed, coughing up my lungs, or blowing it into a tissue.

Guess how I feel today?

Bllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeergh.

Good-bye, 2009. I hope you catch what I have and die.

1) Forget that you were also lightening your hair. My crappy camera doesn’t capture how pale pale pale my roots are (when it was wet out of the shower, I looked bald) and how bright orange-sherbet the rest is.

I think I will call this color: Flickering Candle on a Winter’s Day.

Flickering Candle on a Winter's Day MB#2874

(No, I didn’t cut my hair. I just pulled it back really tightly,  so that I wouldn’t see it out of the corner of my eye and think my house was on fire.)

Also, that orange note in the background is my plotting note for Demon Blood, Chapter 21. It says: DEACON REALIZES WHAT AN ASS HE IS.

–My husband, after I dared to step on the scale for the first time in a year, and realized that I’d gained 10 lbs.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK!”

–My husband, two seconds later.

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhh!”

–Meljean, minute 30 in the gym this morning.

Arrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

W000000000000000000000000000000000T!

*soooooooooooooooooooooooooobbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb*

D’oh!

Yayayayayayayay!

Gah!!

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL! LMAO! LMFAO! ROTFLMAO!

WTF?

*cries*

*headdesk*

*crazy happy dance*

…okay, I’m almost ready for the release. Reviews are coming in (like this one). I’m putting my head down and going to pretend not to see (until, of course, I do a round up next week while massively pimping my book. I’m buying a pimp hat just for the occasion.)

…while cooking spaghetti. (Or actually, a variation of spaghetti, with shell pasta instead of spaghetti noodles, because I’m really tired of spaghetti.)

But apparently the pasta gods didn’t like that, and made my big toe pay the price.

Also, I’m no longer a JR Ward virgin. But that has nothing to do with a) my dinner or b) my big toe, and so I will talk about it later on another blog post.