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A Griffin Scorned & A Kindle Fire?


My publishing company Just Ink Press has a pretty spectacular giveaway happening right now and it lasts through the 25th of October!

Veronica R. Calisto‘s debut novel A Griffin Scorned will amaze and dazzle you. If you’ve already read it, we’d love to hear from you! We appreciate our readers and hope you continue to enjoy the quality reads we put out.

Kindle FireWe have exciting news! The Kindle Book Review’s next Kindle Fire Giveaway runs Oct 12-25. The FALL BREAK KINDLE FIRE GIVEAWAY, co-sponsored with Just Ink Press and Veronica R Calisto, is promising to be an exciting event! Anthony at Digital Book Today will also throw in 4 – $50 Amazon gift cards, making this an almost $400 giveaway. Are you excited yet? Getting pumped up? We’re talking a Kindle Fire HD! And gift cards. Fifty dollar gift cards.

Amazon Gift Card

The real act here is Veronica. A Griffin Scorned is brilliantly written and will keep you turning pages. What better way to read it than on your own new Kindle Fire? Keep watching this space as we bring you news and updates as the event unfolds.

We are looking to promote this extensively, and hope you’ll join us. Details will follow as we get moving in this exciting giveaway, including how to enter. We want our followers to get as many chances to win as possible. What’s a better way to spend October than reading about griffins and entering giveaways? Imagine the books and candy you can buy with 50 bucks.

AGS_200x300If you’ve read A Griffin Scorned, then you know what a spectacular read you have been treated to. Tell your friends and family, and tell Veronica. Writers love to hear from their readers, and she’s no different. Go on, leave a review!

We’ll continue our look at Veronica and A Griffin Scorned as she helps host this wonderful party. Are you ready?

Visit the Kindle Book Review website to enter the giveaway or enter below, and GOOD LUCK!!!

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Now, if you’d be so inclined as to share this post or the Just Ink Press post as much as you can across your social media, this could be a great giveaway!


Happy Semi-Anniversary

…because this is a decent milestone for me.


Six months ago I quit smoking.

Let me rephrase that…


*breathes in all the air*

I passed the test in Vegas too, because walking through the casinos, where you can still smoke, was absolutely disgusting.

Go me!

*throws confetti*

confetti gif

Hello, Sin City

…because what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Right?

Unless you are with a writer like me, I always say. *grins*


I’d been looking forward to this mini-vacay for weeks, since June, actually, and suffice it to say, the week right before my trip sucked balls. I needed this getaway because while I’ve traveled a bit here and there, I’m always working when I do the comic cons, and as fun as that is and as awesome as it is to hang out with the folks I have the privilege to hang out with, it ain’t no damn vacation. A vacation is where I don’t have to lift a damn finger to do anything other than the basic necessities. I long to sit on a beach with a book to read or a notebook to write a book in, but until I get my ass in shape (posts on that soon) I’d feel like a beached whale, so that’s nixed for now. Also? I need to save up vacation time and money. Hey, it might all come together at once.

Snoopy picked me up early that Friday morning in her new little Scion (now I want one) and we were off to pick up Bat Girl and meet our fourth comrade at the airport. Not Sky Harbor, mind you, but this tiny little used-to-be-an-air-force-base airport way out on the east side of the valley. Now, I already live in the east valley, so if I’m complaining about how fucking far this mini-airport is, you know it’s a good clip. But hey, I didn’t have to drive and I wanted to fly up there with my friends instead of meeting them there! It still would have been cheaper to drive.

We arrived at the airport and headed for the bar. It’s nine in the morning, but who gives a shit? Bat Girl ordered a Cape Cod, which everyone here calls a vodka and cranberry, but whatever. All Snoopy and I wanted was a Pepsi…


Never mind.

(*hint: we’d get suicidal without one)

Oh. Em. Gee. People! Listen to some music!


Anyway, we nearly missed our flight, along with half the passengers because we were all in the bar, Snoopy almost lost it boarding the plane because she gets vertigo real bad, and we boarded using this rickety staircase leading to a small airplane that once boarded, sat on the tarmac in the HEAT for 45 minutes without any air on AND I WILL NEVER FLY ALLEGIANT AGAIN!

*clears throat*


That was, however, the shortest damn flight I have ever been on in my life, and it’s been so long since I flew to Vegas (I was 19 last time) that I didn’t remember how short that flight was. I usually drive. Anyway, we landed and headed to baggage claim for my bag (I was the only one to check a bag–more on that another time) and a taxi. Oh, just let me show you the taxi line….

Taxi line 1

One end…behind me

Taxi line 2

The other end…in front of me


Luckily, it moved fast and soon, we were told to go here…

Lucky 13Oh, lucky 13. Please be the forebear of good fortune. And then we were swept away by a cabbie and taken to the first of two hotels.

Snoopy and I stayed at a friend’s suite at the MGM Towers, where a bunch of celebrities were apparently staying because there was a fucking iHeart radio concert that weekend and we had no idea. But who cares because Snoopy and I have this in the bathroom next to the goddamn toilet…

Toilet phone

That’s right, we could call someone while taking a shit. How spectacularly awesome is that? I know most fellas think it’s great. No, I didn’t do that, but I was so tempted.

We had a great view from our room, though.

Room with a view2Room with a view1

Here’s where Bat Girl and Poker Face stayed…


I don’t know if you realize this, but those two hotels aren’t really walking distance from one another. Snoopy and I found out just how far, even with the monorail, by the end of the first night as our legs protested. Ow!

Viva Las Vegas

…and then my phone decided to not just die, but have a complete meltdown hard drive failure by frying itself.

Friday late afternoon/early evening, Snoopy and I met the others near their hotel, and we started the first of many long walks that would have my feet and legs screaming and begging me to stop. Between Paris and Bally’s, there’s this beautiful stained glass ceiling, and this is the last photo I took before my phone had a meltdown…

Stained glass

Yes, I photobombed my own photo. And then I photobombed Bat Girl’s…


Snoopy and I were on our own part of Saturday before the concert, and we found pretzel dogs, because y’know, those are so on my diet plan.

Pretzel dog

But let’s show the concert via Snoopy’s photos…

Ladies and gentlemen, the Cosmopolitan welcomes Thirty Seconds to Mars

Cosmo jumbotronHalo of light30 Seconds to Mars rain

(my blog, for whatever fucked up reason, will not allow me to place photos side-by-side right now, so I apologize for the non-aesthetic views, although, Jared looking like Jesus while wearing a crown and dropping F-bombs in the rain is pretty goddamn amazing)

Yes, those are incredibly large drops of rain in the last image that started about an hour into the show (I thought it was shorter because I was still standing), which cancelled the show, but it was fun, other than mine and Snoopy’s fears of the fucking floor dropping out from under us from the idiots jumping up and down. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? WE’RE ON THE THIRD FUCKING FLOOR OF A HIGH-RISE!

ACK! o.O

The beauty of Snoopy’s vertigo was that we were able to move around the crowds because we’d just grab security and say, “Hey, she canNOT go down those stairs, unless you want her passing out and taking a tumble.” Okay, we didn’t exactly say that, but it was essentially implied, and they were nice enough to show us through the inner workings of the hotel to an elevator. Thank you, Cosmo. You done good there.

Leaving Las Vegas

…and so very happy to do so.

1200 flip-flopsSunday was a kind of lazy day and my legs were feeling a bit better. We ended up walking a million fucking miles that day too, and discovered that there really is such a thing as a $1200 pair of flip-flops.

I bet you’re just as shocked as we were.

Forecast signSaw this awesome sign on the way out, of course, so I made Bat Girl take a picture since I couldn’t.


At the airport, there was a guy sitting nearby and he kept staring over at us. I was trying to figure out why without coming right out and saying, “Hey fucker, why you staring?” At first, it didn’t bother me, but then it started giving the creepy vibe and I was all, “I’m outta here” when the girls could finally board (I always get priority, but waited with them because I had an aisle seat).

And my travelmates were gambling…at the airport…or all checking their phones. I was so jealous.

Is it time to board yet???

Jinxie has left the state of Nevada! But don’t worry, she’ll be back…in a few or so years.


…for a friend because she seems to like the blue guys.

Again, though work has slowed a bit, I’ve got so much going on that I hardly have time to think let alone write a full-fledged post, but I am working on one. So this is for my friend of 30 years because she has a thing for this guy and the last one I posted. Notably, they’ve both played blue characters, and I’m not talking Smurfs.

So there’s this…

Lee Pace

And this…

Lee Pace 2

And finally this….

Lee Pace bath gif

You’re welcome.

Busy Bee…

…and I’m not in your bonnet.

I’m super busy today and trying to get my past-due Vegas post finished for you, but I can’t because this damn phone keeps ringing (I know! How dare these people make me work), so here’s an image that I found on Pinterest of Tom Hiddleston for you to drool over….

HiddlestonYou’re welcome. ;)

STFU and Listen

…because nothing is so important that you can’t do this and life is too damn short.


A few weeks ago as I sorted through my email and Facebook notifications, which can sometimes take me a couple of hours if work has been busy as fuck like it’s been for several weeks, a message popped up from an old high school friend. All it said was one little word, “Hey.” I knew from my Facebook newsfeed and whatnot that some serious shit was going down with this person, so my intrigue piqued a little because outside of a conversation ON their page, we haven’t really spoken much since high school. I replied with a general, “What’s up?” knowing the potential outcome. I could have ignored it, but I had a feeling in my gut. Well, they told me….

Now, as most of you know, I always, ALWAYS have shit to do. I’m always working on something. I’m always busy. But, I will always make time for a friend in need when they reach out to me. This was one of those times when I stared at the “Hey” and thought, “I need to talk to this person.” That nothing was more important than talking to this person RIGHT NOW. That all the other shit can wait because this person needed someone to talk to.

I’m a Gemini, and one thing about me is that people tend to just sort of start talking to me, even if they don’t know me. I’m easy to talk to….and I listen. If we’re face-to-face, it might not look like I’m listening, though, because I have ADD and my eyes have to wander the multitude of distractions. I’m also brutally honest. Some folks don’t like that, but if you don’t want to hear the truth, I’m not the person you need to talk to.

During the conversation, I was trying like hell to get a smile or laugh, to cheer them up without dismissing the situation. I finally got it with this:

ME: You’ll be fine. You know why?

THEM: no

ME: Because scooter boys are tough, and if you can survive riding a scooter in your teens without getting creamed by a vehicle, you can survive anything.

It worked.

At any rate, we talked for a couple of hours. We met for coffee later on and I had them speak with my psychic aunt while I was in Vegas this past weekend. I’m worried about this person who is facing a very serious surgery tomorrow, one that they might not wake up from; one they’d lost a parent to, so imagine the spectacular level of freaked the fuck out now. I’d be there too.

I can’t predict life and death. It’s not who I am nor is it my job. I also can’t ask those who can because I’m not sure I want to know the end result of this even though I know my own.

What I can do is ask you, dearest reader, to pray to whatever gods you worship for this person’s life. Pray they survive this mandatory surgery, that they can see their grandchild grow up. Pray that the negativity surrounding this person dissipates; that those who have harmed in the past stay in the past. I’ve known this person for 30 years; we’re the same age. That’s too fucking young. I’ve already lost one high school friend to cancer; I really don’t want to lose another friend to a heart condition that can be corrected by this surgery.

Thanks in advance. You’re good people and I know you’ll at least give them a positive thought.

And if you ever find yourself on the receiving end of “hey,” please stop and listen.


Oh Monday, Monday




Yes, I know this is technically a My Geekdom post and today is Monday, but listen…

So my Monday consisted of waking up late, computers randomly restarting throughout the district, lack of inter-department communication, teachers not having enough access in their group policy to print, java randomly failing, and me not having any pain killers to dull my senses.

9a97ffa4e7db1cbdfc438cce44601406I’m going to go grab a beer.

What It’s Like

….to be a small press publisher, work full time in Information Technology, write part time, freelance line and copy edit for some amazing authors, work with amazing folks like Michael Rooker, and care for a parent.

It’s fucking goddamn hard! *collapses* This is why I don’t have time to meet someone and date.

But it will be worth it in the end, so long as Umi is happy. ;)



Training Day

…because we hired two new help desk guys and I’m the bitch training them. There goes the neighborhood.

My Director has already poked his head over the wall of my cubicle and said, “Oh, you’re the one corrupting him” when I started training the second new hire. Yeah, I’m so loved. *winks*

Last week, we had two new hires start, one on Monday and one on Tuesday. I trained New Guy #1 for all of one day before he was off and running on the phones, though he spent the rest of the week popping over my cubicle wall to ask questions, and still does though not as often. Mostly, his questions are about policy. New Guy #2 started the next day and I had no choice but to have him sit with me through Thursday because there was no place else to put him until my cubicle neighbor left for her retirement on Thursday, but as soon as she was out the door, we re-imaged her computer and he and I started setting up his area, keeping us there until at least 5:00 pm. Then I got him set up with all the links and everything he’d need the next morning, and he was on the phones before lunch. He’s already been with the district for a year and ran a computer lab at one of the junior highs like I did, so he’s not only familiar with the district, but also the computers and printers we use. That’s a huge plus, in my opinion, and I was happy as hell for him, though some people weren’t thrilled about him being hired. I (still) don’t see what the fucking issue was. He’s not an idiot. In fact, he probably knows more than I do, and considering his age equals the number of years of knowledge in my overloaded brain, that’s saying something.

I have to say that I am quite pleased and impressed with both of them, and soon, I’ll be training two more. The beauty of these first two is that they think just like me….


I know, right? Nerf wars might actually happen!



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