I noticed the hit counters on my website and blog both took a big jump over the past couple of days, and I can only assume that this is due to Slave being chosen by Michelle Buonfiglio's Romance B(u)y the Book site as Best Paranormal Romance for 2008. This is an amazing honor, and I am overwhelmed with gratitude to Michelle for her continued support. Slave is one of those books that you either love or you hate; very little middle ground there. But, as you might have guessed, I wrote that one to please myself. That other people can enjoy it is wonderful, but I never expected it to have the world-wide appeal that many bestsellers have, and this blog is very much the same. This stuff is all from my head. Some will like it, and some won't.
Hopefully, those of you who drop by this blogspot will continue to visit now and then. It won't always be erotic pictures--though I am fond of them. There will be posts such as this on occasion, and while I'm going to try to put up a new post every day, I may take weekends off since Sunday is my regular blog day on Wickedly Romantic.
In other news, I just downloaded the copyedited version of Lover, which has lately been retitled as "Outcast." The titling process is as much a mystery to me as cover art, but I think I can trust my editor on this one, because thus far, the new title has met with approval from those I've bounced it off of. I glanced at it briefly, and it doesn't look like there are too many changes overall. This same guy has edited most of my other books and has a "light touch." Maybe I can get through it without screaming too much.
I was going to put up the Christmas tree this evening, but I'm still tired from last night. It always seems that the full moon effect hits in the wee hours of the morning on the date of that giant moon, rather than the night of. Things go wrong, more people flock to the ER--and subsequently our ICU--and patients go off the deep end. We began the evening early with our unit Christmas party where a playful friend gave me an assortment of Good Head oral delight gel, which got a good laugh; particularly when one of the crew didn't know what it was. You know me, I blurted out "It's cock syrup!" before stopping to think that our Unit Manager and the Chief Clinical Officer of the hospital were right there to hear me. Of course, I think they know me well enough by now to expect something of that nature from me. Besides, Ms CCO is the one who gave me the erotic romance that got my mind going in the direction of Slave to begin with!
Hopefully the gang will have a better night tonight. Me, I'm home eating crab, drinking beer, blogging, and trying to keep my feet warm.
Only twelve shopping days left until Christmas!