FLEs Are Not Just For Cats

And by “for” cats, I mean ON cats. And by saying they are not just for cats, I don’t mean that the humans in our house have fleas.

FLE stands for “final line edits”, and I have had my final line edits for A SPELL FOR SUSANNAH (releasing January 29) approved. Which means, at long last, I can offer up some official excerpts! I posted one from the second chapter on my website, where the heroine and hero first meet when she and her mother, the Queen, are interviewing candidates for the castle guard. The excerpt is PG. Soon there will be another excerpt on the Samhain website, something PG-13ish, and there will also be one that appears in the backs of other Samhain novels. My FLEs had excerpts from THE WOLVERINE AND THE FLAME by Rebecca Goings and GO BETWEEN by Dayna Hart.

I’ve also seen my cover and I’m waiting to hear it’s been approved as well. I definitely approved!

In other writing news, I got a couple reviews for SUM3, to wit:

Lee-Ann at Fallen Angel Reviews: “Sum 3 is an anthology that can please any romantic taste. Join these talented authors in their worlds of magic, fantasy, paranormal, and most of all, love. Each story is a well-chosen example of the genre, put together so your attention is caught and held tight.” The full review: http://www.fallenangelreviews.com/2007/December/LeeAnn-Sum3.htm

At Amazon, 2 different reviewers have said, “The world-building in all the stories is the biggest factor contributing to the five-star rating. Every author paints the world as existent and whole, without filling paragraphs of description and explanation that take the reader out of the story.” Then also: “If you like romances mixed with ‘what could be’s’ then you’ll like this book.” Full page: Sum3: The 2006 Zircon Anthology of Speculative Romance.

Is it too-too lame to point out Amazon reviews, all things considered? 🙂

Ok, I see that for some reason the baby is nude and I must rectify that before she takes advantage of the floor.

Jody W.


Ok, so the Advantage Flea Stuff didn’t work for the 4 weeks prescribed. I could have told Typing Slave the little buggers were still a-buggin, but she didn’t realize we cats were still infested, a mere 3 weeks after the initial application, until the evil pests nearly ate Pink Thing alive while leaving TS and Food Slave completely alone. Big D is rife with fleas; in fact one might surmise the bugs never vacated his plush, hairy body.

Typing Slave is all flustered about the situation. Did she apply the Advantage wrong? Should she try a different brand? Will mothballs and fleabombs and other household treatments work? Do we have superpowered alien fleas that laugh at chemical warfare? (This would be supported by my hypothesis Big D was bodysnatched that night he escaped.) What is going on and why can’t Typing Slave fix this situation? It’s what we (don’t) pay her for.

In fact I’d go so far as to say it makes me CROSS. So today when Typing Slave attempted to reapply the Advantage, I scratched her, escaped, and then writhed tauntingly on the floor just out of her reach. It’s not as easy for her to chase me down with her big fat belly. It was a fun game, almost worth being caught and treated. I acted like the Advantage between my shoulder blades was burning torture, dashing erratically about the house and giving Typing Slave the wild eye, to make her feel guiltier.

Big D sat like a lump during his turn and then ate up his treats like the lurch he is. Or the alien. The fleabitten alien.



When Big D escaped the other night and returned as an alien abductee, he also returned with a little souvenir of his adventure: fleas. This is offensive to me, as the fleas have migrated from Big D, though you’d think there’s be enough of him to go around, and now me and my delicate skin are harassed by vermin.

I am getting my revenge on the slaves by constantly scratching while on their dining table and in the Typing Slave’s precious recliner. Why am I revenging myself on the slaves when it’s Big D who brought this plague upon us, you ask? Because they’re the dumb butts who let him out in the first place. At least, we’re operating under the assumption it’s him. I haven’t tricked him into Pink Thing’s bath yet to see if he can breathe under water.