Magnolia Blossom

Yes, I’m being a lazy blogger this week. Deal with it. I am.

From my mom’s garden. Happy springtime!

She’s Ready For Her Close-Up

And, really, why shouldn’t she be?

“Dear Human:

You are getting sleepy. Very, very sleepy. You want to walk to the dog treat cupboard. You want to pull out all the treats! You want to feed me now. Nownownownownow!!!”

Things I’m Not Good At

  1. Putting on fake eyelashes. I wound up with glue inside my eye, on my lids, on my hands. And a fake eyelash smeared across my eyelid. Could not reposition it properly, no matter what I tried. Had to scrub eye with about 1/2 cup of eye makeup remover and then just go for three coats of mascara instead.
  2. Applying fake fingernails. Every time I’ve tried buying fake fingernails for a costume, I can’t even get them to stick. But this time I went to an expert! The lady at the cosmetics counter. She assured me the fake nails I bought would stick, and did they ever. I had to get someone else to put them on. Then help me paint them. Then trim them. Then trim them again. Because I couldn’t pick up a darn thing. But at least they lasted the night, unlike the eyelashes, which didn’t make it to the party.
  3. Removing fake fingernails. I had to swirl my fingers for ten minutes each in this little jar with a scrubby thing inside. Then, over the next day, I had to continue peeling off the remnants. The real nails underneath were not pleased.
  4. I’ve realized I’m really not good at posing as a world-famous author. Instead, I seem to feel obligated to channel Count Dracula’s wife. In my defense, my character was named Gothika, famous for a series titled Legion of the Doomed or something, My Liege was dressed as a vampire bartender, and we were attending a Mardi Gras-themed murder mystery party. He rubbed off on me.

Things I’m Good At:

  1. Getting into (my version of the) character.
  2. Making a fool of myself.
  3. Yes, even with a crew of 17-22 year-olds. My dh and I were the oldest at the murder mystery party.
  4. Giving away the villain. The lawyer did it. Just happened to be Eldest Son.
  5. Having fun!

Truth and Fiction

You know that old saying, truth is stranger than fiction? Well, I don’t know about stranger, I think it’s more like wonderful and amazing. Romance author JoAnn Ross recently “met” her long-lost half-sister through, of all places, Facebook. JoAnn did an amazing amount of research to find her lost family. You can read all about JoAnn’s story on her blog.

I’m so happy for you, JoAnn!

New Author Photos

I took new author photos in February. Two things inspired me to do this:

(1) I had a birthday and realized my current author photos are 3.5 years old. I’m attending the RWA National conference in Nashville this year. I can’t have people looking for a Cindy from 3.5 years ago and not finding her. I mean, can you imagine? I have wrinkles I didn’t have 3.5 years ago! I have grays (cleverly disguised for vanity) that I didn’t possess then—not counting the skunk streak, which has hidden in an area behind my right ear since I was 6.

(2) I got my hair cut.

Yes, I know, getting a haircut isn’t a very motivating reason to take new author photos. But I never have morning haircut appointments. This time I did. There had to be a reason for that, right? I was fated to take new author photos!

God knows when I’ll get around to loading them onto my website. I’m targeting next weekend.

“Green Cindy” will probably replace the picture on my Bio page (bigger than it is here):

“Purple Cindy” will likely go on my Home page (smaller than it is here):

“Blue Cindy” is for Facebook and the like. I took it to match the colors of my website, then decided I wanted more contrast. Thus the green and purple.

Little Pisser helped me pick them out. So if you don’t like them, tough. I had one in a black blouse, but she said my chin looked like it was attacking the camera. Can’t have that. Damn pointy Procter chin.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Go out and green yourself. I don’t have to worry about it. I have green eyes. I figure I’ve done my bit.