Selah March

November 28, 2007


Filed under: Uncategorized — Selah March @ 1:37 pm

The inflatable mattresses are stored away, the refrigerator is empty of leftovers, the turkey carcass has been used to make soup, and the Christmas lights are lying in a huge tangle on the living room carpet, waiting to be hung.

But Kate? She wants me to blog. With nothing to say that’s even a little bit interesting, I’ll have to resort to tossing out tidbits I’ve found elsewhere.

The ever-brilliant and stylish Barbara Caridad Ferrer’s been buying vintage fashion again, and making me feel like a schlub in my jeans and sneakers. Nothing new there.

Cindy Cruciger’s posted the first chapter of a new work: SNARK.

Mrs. Giggles is wise and wonderful (and makes a few of us feel QUITE vindicated) on the subject of romance bloggers trolling for drama.

And PBW shames the slacker in me with her essay on Necessity versus Creativity.

Something interesting better happen around here pretty damned soon, or I’ll be reduced to chatting about my upcoming mammogram, and nobody wants THAT. – Romance of Dubious Virtue


  1. Soup here tomorrow. (but with the Sunday turkey-no the T-day one)

    Comment by Eva Gale — November 28, 2007 @ 5:51 pm | Reply

  2. Okay, I’ll bite. If you could choose any celeb to be your dream novel publicist, who would you pick?

    Personally I’m torn between Chef Tom Colicchio and Designer Michael Kors. Tom wouldn’t take any crap from anyone in Publishing, and just imagine the lunch meetings. Michael would make me a new wardrobe (after ritually burning everything I own), deal perfectly with my cover art issues and keep me laughing through the process.

    Comment by Lynn Viehl — November 29, 2007 @ 1:08 pm | Reply

  3. waiting to see Selah’s response to PBW…

    Comment by Eva Gale — November 29, 2007 @ 7:04 pm | Reply

  4. We don’t have to wait for her, Eva. We can pick out a celeb publicist for her.

    Let’s see — Tom Welling (Smallville) might work, or Josh Holloway (Lost). They’re both gorgeous, and all they’d have to do is stand by Selah’s books; security would have to beat back the tsunami of readers. Maybe as a publicist team? Tom could charm the crowd while Josh seduces the chain buyers . . .

    Our turkey is all gone, but I think I’ll make bean bag soup this weekend.

    Comment by Lynn Viehl — November 29, 2007 @ 10:57 pm | Reply

  5. Um, where have y’all been? There’s only one person darling Selah would want as her celebrity publicist—the question is whether or not she’d ever let little Jennybean out in public or would just hide behind the stacks with him, giggling like third graders.

    Once upon a time, I would’ve said she would’ve loved to have James Marsters in full, snarky Spike-drag as her publicist. Could you imagine? *g*

    Comment by Barbara Caridad Ferrer — November 30, 2007 @ 7:21 am | Reply

  6. Eva, did you take pics of your purple turkey soup for posterity? Say that five times fast and pass the Cabernet.

    Lynn…hmmm. Are we talking efficiency and effectiveness here, or just a good time? I love Colicchio. I’d have his little bald children, in fact. I’ll need to think on this some more.

    Comment by Selah March — November 30, 2007 @ 8:15 am | Reply

  7. See, this is what comes of ignoring your own blog.

    No on the Welling and the Holloway. (Cute, but I see no evidence of a sense of humor in those boys. To be MY publicist? You gotta be able to laugh like a loon at adversity.)

    Barb, darling, my daughter already thinks Jennybean is on the payroll. I can’t seem to disabuse her of that notion. Perhaps she just likes the dreamy expression that comes over my face whenever she says, “Hey, Mom, that guy who works for you is on TV again!”

    Comment by Selah March — November 30, 2007 @ 8:19 am | Reply

  8. I can’t say Purple Turkey Soup without laughing so hard I almost fall out of the chair.

    I almost wrote it in a scene last night.

    Dh walked in at midnight, looked in the pot and said, “Well, I’ve never been a great advocate of purple soups before…” He said it dry as a bone and I DIED. Snorting and all.

    And the one problem with Jennybean being her publicist, she wouldn’t get a damn thing written.

    “Wait-let me try this out to see if it works. Mechanics of the scene you know.” Selah’s breath hitched as she stepped into Jensen’s Personal Space. “If you could put your arm around me like this…”

    Comment by Eva Gale — November 30, 2007 @ 10:52 am | Reply

  9. Honey, it wouldn’t be his arm she’d be asking him to slip somewhere.

    Why yes, the YA writer has a mind that goes straight into the gutter, why do you ask? 😛

    Comment by Barbara Caridad Ferrer — November 30, 2007 @ 3:47 pm | Reply

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