I have previously confessed my obsession interest in The Vampire Diaries. I saw the first promotional poster while I was in Chicago last summer and was immediately intrigued. It looked like something I might like.
Of course, at the time I had no idea it was based on yet another teen vampire book series. I haven’t read Twilight and didn’t care for the first movie (though I love the fact that Fairy Tale Lust was mentioned in an article about the teen series and the increasing popularity of fairy tales).
I loved Charlaine Harris’s Southern Vampire series but have been turned off to HBO’s True Blood series-- maybe because it’s lacking the internal monologue of the books, as well as the humor. Plus, the accent grates on my nerves. (Sam Merlotte is my favorite character from the show, even though he’s a wolf, not a vampire. He also doesn’t have the ridiculous accent of most of the characters. But he belongs to Alana.)
So, I gave The Vampire Diaries a chance and now I’m hooked, despite the fact that the female protagonist is in high school and one of the vampire brothers is posing as a high school student. At least there’s sex-- and it’s not awkward teen sex. It’s also not graphic HBO sex, but c’est la vie. And there are the cool flashbacks to the 1800’s, when the female vampire who turned the brothers (and coincidentally looks exactly like the current-day female protagonist) was involved with both brothers. Oh… yum!
And this doesn’t look like a promotional poster for a teen paranormal drama, does it?
I might just be watching The Vampire Diaries for more than the vampires. But you already knew that.
It’s Mardi Gras! That means absolutely nothing to those of us with babies, but I do have a few little things to celebrate:
--Patrick is sleeping through the night! I think I can announce that now, since he has been sleeping at least five hours straight every night for the past two weeks. The best part is that several of those nights have been stretches of six hours and two of them were-- gasp!-- seven hours!
--I received my copies of Best of Best Women’s Erotica today. I love getting books in the mail, especially books that include my work. And my story “Call Me” is the second story in the collection, right after Rachek Kramer Bussel’s fabulous “Animals.”
--I’m writing again! Joy! Happiness!
--I have a fabulous part-time babysitter for Patrick now! Joy! Happiness! (And also one of the reasons I’m writing again.)
--I’m officially registered for the RWA conference in Nashville in July. The conference is being held at the Gaylord Opryland Resort. Ahh… a resort with a full service spa. I’m hoping to take a break from the conference madness and indulge in a massage while I’m there.
--Fairy Tale Lust isn’t due out until July (perfect timing for RWA and the literacy signing), but I will be announcing a new call for submissions very soon. 
Happy Fat Tuesday!
Isn’t this laptop sleeve nifty? Twelve South has designed a unique hardback sleeve called the BookBook for the MacBook and MacBook Pro.
From the website:
BookBook is a one-of-a-kind, hardback leather case designed exclusively for MacBook and MacBook Pro. Available in Classic Black or Vibrant Red, BookBook brings three levels of security to your prized Mac. First, the hardback cover and spine provide solid protection from the rigors of the road. Second, the vintage book design disguises MacBook for superior security. And third, the stylish case protects you from being like everyone else because BookBook is totally original, just like you.
It reminds me of an old-fashioned atlas. I love the weathered look of it and the little details-- like the “VOL XII” on the spine in honor of the company name. I was tempted to order one for myself-- call it a Valentine’s Day present, if you will-- but it’s probably more practical for someone who doesn’t use their laptop all the time. I think it would look cool on a bookshelf in a home office or a coffee table in a family room-- whereas my MacBook Pro spends all its time on the kitchen table right now. Perhaps Twelve South will design a sleeve that looks like a cookbook…
I have had a crush on Eric Violette for a long time. That cute, boy-next-door-face, soulful eyes, quirky sense of humor, musical ability—what’s not to love? Oh, and he speaks French. I’m a sucker for a man with an accent who can play the guitar, sing and write.
What’s that? You don’t know Eric Violette? Of course you do! You’ve seen his work:
I suspect Eric has a lot more talent than can be demonstrated in a few commercials. But there’s just something about him… sigh.
(I love that the pirate hat shows up in the other commercials! I never noticed because I was too busy looking at Eric.)
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