#HorrorHound Weekend – Behind the Scenes

I’d like to preface this with the statement that regardless of what I do or how wonderful my trips may be for however long I’m gone, whenever I return home, something goes inexorably wrong. Something. Anything. It really doesn’t matter what it is, but it will go awry upon my return. Not before. Always upon or shortly after my return. I remember thinking this very thought as I stood on Lora‘s back porch at 3am (that’s AZ time, which makes it 5am MD time) two nights before I was to leave for home. Something will go wrong when I get home. Please don’t let it be my ‘lanche. God forbid should that happen! Tempe isn’t New York City. Everything is NOT accessible in this state.

I’d also like to point out that this particularly wrong thing was preventable, if I’d had the means to prevent it, AND if I’d remembered. Yes, remembered. Because I’m horribly forgetful in my aging years. I’m hoping after the 8th said wrong thing will no longer be an issue.

This is also on top of my being sick and returning home with the Con Plague of the Century. Most of you know that even with my “compromised immune system,” I rarely actually get sick. So this was a bit of a shock for me, but then made sense later on as I evaluated all the goddamn altitude changes and barometric pressure changes I suffered through with a train ride to Boston and two flights. There were times when my head felt like it was going to explode, and that last landing in Phoenix nearly killed me.

Yes, I’m being overly dramatic. Yes, it’s on purpose to make you laugh. If you didn’t laugh at that shit, something’s wrong with you and you should sue the doctor who removed your funny bone.

Anyway, this is the reason I thoroughly ENJOY myself on these little “vacations.” Nothing goes wrong until I get home. One of these days, I’m never coming home again.

I’ll now return you to my regularly scheduled blog…

We at the Zombie Survival Crew rarely show you any behind the scenes stuff (okay, we NEVER show it to you), and quite honestly, you might be a bit worried about us if you witnessed it. You’re probably already worried about us considering some of the posts that do go up. However, since I can’t post that crap on the ZSC website, I’m going to give you a little peek into the ZSC behind the scenes stuff here on my sweet little ol’ blog that you never get to read about or witness. This shit is the reason I think the ZSC should have its own damn reality show. One of these trips, I’m seriously going to have a camera follow me and mainly Juliette around so I can take a look at what kind of material there is. Then I just have to figure out how to pitch it and who to pitch it to.

And Juliette just had a heart attack, I’m sure. *pats her on the head* It’s okay, boss lady, I got this.

As I boarded my entirely-too-early flight Thursday morning (the 10th), the thought didn’t even cross my mind of just how insane this weekend would be…mostly because I was still asleep. And I was going to be back east for 11 days, so HorrorHound weekend was just the start of it all!

Since I wasn’t flying standby, the flight should have been a breeze. And it was…until I got to the Minneapolis/St. Paul airport that is a MILE LONG between concourses. Needless to say, my legs arched most of Friday. No, I did NOT see the tram. This airport is also where I paid $34 for TWO glasses of wine. No, I’m not kidding. I wish I was. That is the most expensive double shot of wine I’ve ever had, and I’ve eaten in a five-star restaurant. Recalling what I drank, the fucking BOTTLE of wine doesn’t even cost that much.

But you don’t want to hear about that crap. You want to know about the hilarity that happened at lunch on Friday with Michael Rooker, Jimmy Duval, Noah Hathaway, Jack Tillery, Juliette Terzieff, and myself.

First, I’d just like to say that I absolutely LOVE these guys now!

Second, there should have been a camera on us. Hence, the aforementioned ZSC reality show.

Third, after remarking about how much room he had in the front seat of Juliette’s 4Runner, here is the photo Michael took with Juliette’s iPhone of those of us squished in the back.

Thanks, Mike. You’re lucky I love you to death!

Regardless of the lack of space to and from lunch (and I’m told that it was hilarious seeing us unfold from and climb out of the back upon our return to the hotel), lunch itself was wonderful and filled with some of the best conversation I’ve had in a long time, aside from one group member being a lesbian trapped….well, you know where that goes. What? I didn’t say WHO it was! Calm down, Juliette!

Friday evening found Juliette, Lora, Sarah (of the Dixon’s Vixens), and myself with Rooker at a FedEx/Kinko’s trying to get some last minute copies of photos done so he had enough of everything for signatures. Last minute being 11:30pm and they closed at midnight. After some persuading, the guys working decided they could do it right then. I probably don’t have to tell you, but Michael is one of the funniest guys I’ve ever met. And he truly is more insane offscreen than on. I enjoyed helping him set up and tear down his booth, and watching Juliette run around like the crazy lady she is so Rooker could have a wonderfully flawless weekend! You’re welcome, Mike! We love you too!


Thanks Zac and Adam for doing an awesome last minute job! You guys ROCK!

By the way, this was on Juliette’s birthday. I think we ended up at the hotel bar, but don’t quote me on that. The whole weekend kind of blurred together. LOL

And since I’m internetless at home temporarily and it’s 2am, I’m going to stop here and throw this at you…

Behind the Scenes to be continued…

Nooooooooooooooooooooo! That’s right, I did it. I threw a TBC at you. HA! I’m not worried. You’ll be back. Here’s why…

Next post: Brian O’Halloran, pool parties, and “It’s the Captain!”


A Thankful Day

Every year, people write posts, articles, emails, tweets, etc. about the things they’re thankful for. Every year, I roll my eyes and scoff at the holiday just like I Bah! Humbug! Christmas because, quite frankly, without children in my home, holidays just don’t mean a whole helluva lot to me anymore. I’m single. I’m childless. I live with my elderly mother, for whom I will actually decorate this Christmas because she’ll get all depressed if I don’t. For me, holidays are simply the same as any other day. Don’t feel sorry for me. I’m perfectly fine with it. I’ve spent my share of bustling holidays with family over the years and have even cooked several holiday dinners and hosted them in my own home. A home I no longer have.

At this point, you’re probably thinking this is going to be a depressing post. It’s not. I promise.

Before I left for Cincinnati, OH on the 10th, my dear friend and author Shawna Thomas had me as a guest on her blog on the 9th, and since I was in the midst of packing and working and God knows what else, I didn’t have a chance to tweet/Facebook/blog about it until yesterday. A Very Jinxie Thanksgiving can be found here, along with several other wonderful Thanksgiving posts that I encourage you to check out when you have a moment. I discuss what my Thanksgiving used to be, and my favorite memory.

And since it’s Thanksgiving and everyone discusses the things they’re thankful for, I’m going to do the same.

I’m thankful…:

  • that the lump in my breast earlier this year didn’t turn out to be cancer, and pray for a cure to save the women who aren’t so lucky.
  • for my dear friend Juliette Terzieff, who pulled me into the Zombie Survival Crew at the very beginning of the insanity, which has given me some of the most memorable moments of my life.
  • for my friend and business partner Sharon Gerlach, without whom Forever Nocturne and Running Ink Press, LLC wouldn’t exist.
  • for meeting such wonderful friends from all around the world in the least likely of places – Twitter.
  • for the opportunities given to me over this last year, and I don’t regret a damn choice I’ve made regarding them.
  • that Umi is okay after the scare on my birthday, which happened to be two days after my grandmother passed away. She’s doing just fine now.
  • that my Moonbug is still around and gives me that goofy puppy face every once in a while. She is my child.
  • for growing up with such an incredibly wonderful, loving, and caring family who never ceased to show me how important I am to them.
  • for having the opportunity to learn some things about my father this past summer that make me finally admire him, and for finally being able to build some semblance of a relationship with him over the last year. He passed away one year ago. That may not make sense to you, but if you know me at all, it will.
  • for the best beta readers and critique partners a writer could have!
  • for the dating site because I’ve recently realized that I don’t need to date anyone and I’m not settling this time, which is why my standards are so high.
  • for the wonderful reviews on my book Nemesis, including the one that wasn’t so good because I learned a valuable lesson with it.

I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving, stuff yourselves full of great food, and get the chance to relax and enjoy your family and friends.

My Cooking Tip of the day is this: Go for a nice leisurely walk after dinner.

Happy Thanksgiving!


And I’m Off!


… traveling the world! Okay, maybe not the world, but I am traveling.

As you read this (if you’re reading this right after it posts), I’m sitting at the airport (hopefully having already gone through security and not been molested by the TSA) and waiting for my flight in roughly an hour and a half. If you’re reading this around 10am AZ time or anytime thereafter, I’m already in the air…and will be ALL FUCKING DAY! You think I’m kidding, but check this out:

My plane departs around 9:30am.

I land in Minneapolis/St. Paul a little after 1pm, where I have about a two-hour layover, maybe a little longer.

After leaving there, I arrive somewhere in Ohio just after 7pm.

So you see, I’ll be in the air pretty much an entire workday. Too bad my laptop battery won’t last that long. Actually, cut two hours off for the time change and I’m really looking at maybe five or six hours in the air. Again, too bad my laptop battery won’t last that long, though I’ll hopefully be able to charge it during the layover.

Most of you know that when I go to a Comic Con weekend, my blog becomes vewy, vewy quiet. It’ll likely remain quiet until mid-week next week when I reach Baltimore.

So…until I’m back online, have a wonderful day and a great weekend!

You know I’ll be on twitter, and if twitter decides to communicate with Facebook, you’ll hear from me now and then. 😉


No Online Dating

Yeah, I know, there’s no post for today other than this note to tell you…hey, there’s no post today!

Sorry, I’ve been slacking…actually, I’ve been working my ass off on a new project, as well as started NaNoWriMo. Yep, got a new book I’m working on, about werewolves. I think you’ll like it. If you’ve read my Alabama Nightstalk short, this is the story that follows it – Gideon’s story. Let’s see what happens! 🙂 Whoo! This is my favorite part of writing – when even I don’t know the whole story!

Besides, all’s been quiet on the dating front. That’s mainly because I’m about to head back east for nearly two weeks for the Zombie Survival Crew. I’ll post when I can, but things may get a little quiet around here between the 10th and the 21st. Just saying.

You could keep yourself busy by reading my vamp blog, Gemini Rising, or Forever Nocturne, the magazine I co-founded with Sharon Gerlach. Or you could go buy my book Nemesis.

Or you can wait and see if I post anything during the next couple of weeks. 🙂

I’ll try to have something up Tuesday about the HalloWedding I was in last week.


Dating Site Tip #8

After the “Hi, how are you?” and “What are you doing?” emails, never EVER ask the person “can I text you?” because all you’re going to get is an email stating “I’m sorry, but I’m NOT giving you my number after only two emails. Have a nice day.”

Seriously people, I’m not on this fucking site for a booty call. If I wanted to get laid, I’d go to a bar, for Christ’s sake. *shakes head and walks away*


Forever Nocturne’s October 2011 Issue

My business partner (in crime-fighting) and I have released (finally) the next issue of our FREE e-zine Forever Nocturne! We have some wonderful writers this time, including Shannon Mayer, author of the Nevermore zombie paranormal romance series. This issue also features Corb Silverthorn, Christel Grady, Allison Claire, and Heather Mykkole Glover.

And Sharon Gerlach, the aforementioned business partner, has a new short story in this issue as well–In the Blink of an Eye–which is beyond awesome and had me shouting “Oh. My. Fucking. God!” with Umi giving me strange looks afterward.

I have also included parts III and IV of my Tir na nOg series, which will eventually become a novella available through Running Ink Press.

So what are you waiting for? Go check out the ‘zine! (click the cover image below)