Sneezy, to be specific. I refuse to consider that I am suddenly succumbing to seasonal allergies so turning into a dwarf is the only logical explanation for my sudden onset tissue needs.
Other than that very exciting update, the fun news here is that I’m hard at work writing the third book in the Underdead series. Woo hoo!
This week I’m composing a brilliant (yes, sarcasm is part of Bad Limerick Wednesday) verse about Jo.
There once was a Milky way
That on Jo Gartner’s shirt went astray
It didn’t stay new
But melted into goo
And she…ate it anyway
If you’ve read the Underdead books, you’ll know that I’ve captured Jo at home in her sweats when no one is around.
Be honest, you’d eat it too. Surely you’ve eaten something off your shirt before?
And yes, I realize I seem to be unclear on the concept of Limerick Wednesday, seeing as it is Tuesday. Not to worry–I feel a few Thursday postings in my future. It will allll average out.
I’m getting back to writing Underdead #3 and what better way to limber up the writing muscles than…bad limericks?
I’m posting the first Wedneday Limerick on Tuesday as it clearly is in the spirit of limericks to do so.
There once was a common code
That got right up Liz Jasper’s node
she dripped and sneezed
And snorted and wheezed
But the damned thing would not gode!
Hi all,
The very first reader review is already up at Amazon:
FIVE STARS! “Liz Jasper delivers and she delivers big with CRIMSON. The cast of characters are endearing and so much fun! Some of my favorite parts were exploring Crimson’s underground ‘castle’, especially her closet. Just wait until you see her closet!! Jasper has a way of making her characters become your best friends. You will cheer for Crimson, you will laugh with her and you will want to spend more time with her when you hit The End and beg Liz to hurry up and give you the next book.”
Release fun–contests, interviews and more:
Through Wednesday, August 15th. Goodreads print book giveaway
Wednesday, August 8: Guest blog at Liv Rancourt’s blog. I’m being interviewed by her Ouija board. Yes, I just typed that.
Monday, August 13: I’m the author of the week at Fabio Bueno’s YAMONDAY
Thursday, August 16: Visit me for an interview on Jennifer Oliver’s blog.
BEACH BOOK BLAST!!! Wedneday, August 15th-Sunday August 19, join me and a bunch of fabulous authors as we give away a KINDLE and lots of books and prizes for summer/fall 2012 releases! There are a ton of blogs to visit and prizes to win, so check it out every day through the event. I’ll post more info here later this week.
Wednesday, August 22: Visit me for Live Wonderstruck on Sherri Martin-Hutchin’s blog
Look for more events and updates!
CRIMSON IN THE VERY WRONG FAIRY TALE is available now in both print and ebook (it’s up at Amazon and Smashwords and will be available everywhere else in the next few weeks). Here, again, is the back cover blurb:
Crimson has a strategy for surviving high school. Blend in. Don’t cause trouble.
It works pretty well–until her sixteenth birthday when her long-lost father shows up and all hell breaks loose.
Literally.
It turns out that he is a demon king, which makes Crimson…a princess. Of Darkness.
Her castle is a sulfur-reeking cavern underground. Her Princess Training has nothing to do with tea and crumpets. Prince Charming isn’t rushing in to save her. And, to top it off, she still has to go to high school.
She can’t tell anyone the truth, not even her best friends. To survive, she will have to risk everything and use a cunning she didn’t know she possessed. And even then there’s no guarantee she or anyone she cares about will be alive tomorrow–for neither Hell nor high school comes with a manual.
One of our friends blogged about my sister’s wedding and it is what I would want to write so I’m just stealing her wonderful blog.
It’s a lot more interesting than my account of the wedding, which even after a month is still pretty much, “[happy sigh!] They’re so happy. [Sigh!]“ (It’s all still just pure sappy emotion (no, I am NOT apologizing for it!) so there’s no proper grammar to be had.)
Here’s our friend’s MUCH better account of it, from her blog, “Chronical’s From The Dating Wars”. (We’re dying for pictures, still. Her wedding photographers are great, so we’re willing to wait. (Sorry for the rhyme.) This photo is from my cousin Heather who made us all very happy by posting photos off her camera the next day. It’s my dad walking my sister down the aisle.)
I’m finally dating a man who calls me his girlfriend.
This is new territory for me. I’m used to commitment-phobes. I once dated a man who, after six months, referred to me as his “very, very, very very good friend.” I dated another who said that one couldn’t just call someone a girlfriend, or a boyfriend, that you had to come to some kind of consensus about it all, that it took time, and that we had only been seeing each other for a year. And, I’ve had many bad dates that really went nowhere. So putting a name on anything is a huge development for me. And, here I am with a man who is secure enough and committed enough in our relationship to give me a label. What a feeling!
A couple of weeks ago, we both attended one of the biggest labels of all- a wedding.
The wedding was at a beautiful winery in the wine country. The bride is a good friend of mine; the bride’s sister/maid of honor is a good friend of mine, and their Dad is a good friend of mine. My boyfriend came along for the party.
The weather was perfect. Sunny, warm but not sweltering, breezy at first but the wind eventually died down. The setting was spectacular; shuttle buses picked us up at the parking lot of the winery, and transported us up to the top of this magical hill, where everything was set up: a place for the service, lots of comfy chairs and couches with a bar nearby, tables for dinner, a dance floor with a DJ. Even the bathrooms were perfect, at least on the women’s side, because inside was a huge case full of anything you might need- hairspray, bobby pins, safety pins, double tape, feminine protection, breath mints, Kleenex, hand creme, etc. You name it, it was probably in there. The view from the hilltop was amazing; 360 degrees of rolling hills and vineyards stretching away into the distance.
The ceremony was perfect. Just long enough to be meaningful, but thankfully not a full-blown Catholic Mass, which, when attached to a wedding can take several hours. The bride was absolutely gorgeous, and when I saw the way she and the groom looked at each other I started to cry.
The whole day was perfect. The service, the wedding dress, the bridesmaid’s gown, the wine, the food, the cake and gelato, the coffee.
The groom got up and made a speech about how peaceful and beautiful our surroundings were, and how his bride made him feel like that at the end of every day, no matter how crazy it had been and how much his head was spinning. And if we should find a person like that, we should hang on to them.
When the groom made his speech, there was a collective sigh from the entire assemblage. The women all sighed, because it was quite possibly the most romantic thing any of us had ever heard. The men all sighed because now they all had to live up to impossible standards; the ante had been upped.
My boyfriend turned to me and held my hand.
As the twilight descended, lanterns came on, and a roaring fire was started in the fire pit. Lots of dancing. The party went on until long after dark. It was the best wedding I’ve ever been to- in fact, it was perfect.
I saw the father of the bride yesterday. He asked after my boyfriend, remarked that he seemed like a really nice guy, wanted to know his intentions, and was I planning to move in with him soon?
Don’t rush things, here. I’m still getting used to calling him my boyfriend.
Liz again. See??? Thank you, Allyson, for saying what I wanted to say and then letting me steal your blog!
You can read more of her postings at her blog,
http://www.chroniclesfromthedatingwars.blogspot.com/
I’m doing a Goodreads Book Giveaway of ten paperback copies of Crimson In The Very Wrong Fairy Tale. The giveaway ends August 15th. If you’re a goodreads member, sign up for the giveaway and please tell your friends.
Crimson has a strategy for surviving high school. Blend in. Don’t cause trouble. It works pretty well–until her sixteenth birthday when her long-lost father shows up and all hell breaks loose.
Literally.
It turns out that he is a demon king, which makes Crimson…a princess. Of Darkness.
Her castle is a sulfur-reeking cavern underground. Her Princess Training has nothing to do with tea and crumpets. Prince Charming isn’t rushing in to save her. And, to top it off, she still has to go to high school.
She can’t tell anyone the truth, not even her best friends. To survive, she will have to risk everything and use a cunning she didn’t know she possessed. And even then there’s no guarantee she or anyone she cares about will be alive tomorrow–for neither Hell nor high school comes with a manual.
