Sir Poops and Hair Ball: What’s Your Nosh Tuesday: Author Cynthia Bagley and Other Announcements

SPAL: It’s a Tuesday, in 2013. We made it.

HB: And we survived the Glowstick.

SPAL: And we’re back today to bring you a treat.

HB: What about out treats?

SPAL: We’re here to support the Indie and new authors out there, stupid.

HB: For nosh, pansy-boy. Don’t forget the nosh.

SPAL: ***rolls his eyes*** We’re here to show off what they’ve published or what they’re working on.

HB: Yeah. But for the nosh.

SPAL: Anyway, today we have Cynthia Bagley. Hello, nice lady.

HB: Where’s the no…I mean what do you like to snack on when you’re writing? Tell us why you like it.

CB: My two favorite snacks are all types of chocolate and biltong. Chocolate lovin' needs no explanation, but biltong, well, is a jerky-like treat that I was introduced to when I lived in Johannesburg, South Africa in 1983. Biltong is like jerky, but it is moist strips of meat. I have eaten ostrich, wildebeest, and antelope biltong. My favorite is wildebeest. Now that I live in the US, I can get beef biltong.

HB: ***his ears prick up*** Meat? I love meat. Is it crunchy or soft kind?

SPAL: ***he elbows Hair Ball*** Meat is chewy, stupid. Chocolate can be either.

CB: They are both fairly soft. With loosing teeth recently, I do better with less crunchy treats, which is too bad. I used to love crunchy treats and potato chips.

SPAL: Mummsy says potato chips are bad for you, too. Okay. Since it’s jerky, is it salty or sweet?

CB: The biltong is salty and the chocolate is sweet. My mother used to make hot carob when I was growing up. It doesn't taste as good as hot chocolate, of course.

HB: Did you say chocolate covered jerky?

SPAL: ***he looks at Hair Ball***Shh…Does this biltong get your creative juices flowing?

CB: Actually it gives me a boost when I am slowing down like when a scene just won't finish properly. I get up, walk around, and eat a treat.

HB: Treats help me finish things, too.

SPAL: Do you have any fur or feathered-peeps you like to share your nosh with?

CB: Sadly, I don't have furred peeps of my own. However, I am an aunt to some Chihuahuas. I met Tequila after she was weaned. She moved into the gardener's apartment. We see her every few days when she goes out for her walk. When Tequila sees (my hubby and I), hears, or smells us, she runs as fast as she can to us so that I'll pick her up. She gives me a lick or two and then falls asleep in my arms.

SPAL: Awe… that’s so sweet.

HB: Yeah. Do they help you write like we help our Mummsy write? She says we’re her muses.

CB: I am not sure if Tequila is a muse. She does give me lots of love, which helps me to write better. She also taught me that you don't have to like everyone. She growls at other dogs and protects her people even though she is so small. I have learned to use that fierceness in my writings.

HB: I don’t like everyone, either. And I don’t like cars, skate boards, roller skates, or strollers. They make me crazy. And I don’t like men in suits or those hoodie things. They’re scary.

SPAL: ***elbows Hair Ball*** This is not about you. Nice lady, do you have any published books out there that a fur-peep helped you with?

http://www.amazon.com/Cyn-Bagley/e/B004ZNSVJK/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1353428319&sr=8-1

CB: I have written a lot—so not sure which one you'd like, boys. My most recent is Ghostly Glimmers III, a short story collection.

SPAL: Please share an excerpt from your work in progress if you haven’t published anything yet.

http://scrambledsage.blogspot.com

CB: This link has my Perchance to Dream novel that I am putting up as a serialized novel.

SPAL: Thank you for sharing today, nice lady.

HB: Yeah. But where’s the chocolate covered jerky?

 

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Don’t go away yet. We’d like to share tow more things. One is Sheri Lakey’s book tour.

Click here to find out more

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And Elle Garret is having a cover reveal for her new book, Passing Time.

 

 

The blurb:

Nine dark fiction stories that may just give you nightmares.

A man lives to regret Passing Time. A father will do anything to save his son inExpiration Date. An author finds out her worst nightmare is back in The Devil’s Song. A woman gets more than the claim fee when she takes out vampire insurance in Luna Black.

In Dining in Hell, the Death Valley Diner becomes the wrong place to stop.

A serial killer wants to add another file to his collection in The Vegas Screamer. In Eating Mr. Bone, an undertaker could meet an unfortunate end. A con man meets his first ghost in Land of the Free. And will truth be set free in The Letter?

Publication date: February 11th, 2013

You guys, have a nice day!

Lots of licks,

Sir Poops and Hair Ball

Brain Fog, Rolaids, LEGO Snot-Boogers, Hair Trivia, and Another FREE Book

Like a MORON, I forgot my brother, Scott’s birthday the other day. The summer has flown by. The months, days,and weeks have bled together into one mass clump of ‘where the hell did it go to”. I didn’t even go to the different card stores to search for the perfect birthday card.

You see, every year my brother and I search for the funniest card ever for each others’ birthday. And well…I don’t know what happened this year…Fatigue? Menopause? Camp NaNo? Countdown to unleashing Secondhand Shoes?

Anyway, he was my most favorite little brother ever. But then again, he’s the only brother I’ve got. And today, I’d love to share some little brother stories.

“Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh,” my brother would sing. Yup. He sang this every time he sat on the potty. He sang this every time we went on long car trips. And he sang this after he got tucked into bed before he fell asleep for the night.

“How do you spell relief?” he said one night at the dinner table. At three-years-old, they were the first words he spoke ever in his life. “R-O-L-A-I-D-S.” My step dad dropped his fork. So did mom. And I believe my sister and I busted out laughing.

Since my bother was a head-banging-tantrum-thrower, he wore a football helmet everywhere. When he was a tot, he sported a blue and white football helmet everywhere. Even in pictures.

My brother always played Barbie dolls with my sister and me. He always brought his G.I. Joes to play. Our Ken dolls had plenty of competition when he brought them over.

One day, my brother decided to show what a true clown he was. While playing with LEGOS, he decided to dangle several of the linkies from his nose. You know, LEGO snot-boogers. Well, he sucked back. To this day, the LEGO snot-boogers are stuck somewhere in his head.

When my sister was the last one to have Aunt Rose to come to visit her, my brother curled up in fetal position and cried, “I don’t want my period to come. I don’t want one. I’m afraid.” He was a eleven at the time.

For eleven years, his BFF was his thumb. I was surprised it never melted  in his mouth or got sucked off.

My brother was always a gentleman, too. He held the doors open for my sister and me. And he never called us names. Nor did he hit us. Later in life when he got married, he was the best husband ever. He worked, cooked, cleaned, cared for the yard and cars, and took a major part in rearing his kids. Unfortunately, my sister-in-law didn’t appreciate what she had and left after sixteen years. Thankfully, she walked away from my niece and nephew. They are great kids. Well adjusted and drug free. My brother did a great job raising them.

Happy Forty-Two Years, little brother!

Love your brain-fogged sister,

Shelly

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Here’s some HAIR TRIVIA

Three thousand B.C. years ago how did the Egyptian men and women really wear their hair?

I’ll share the answer on Monday.

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Here’s another FREE download for the Labor Day Weekend

Cynthia Bagley has a FREE book to download. Go check her info on how to get it at Scrambled Sage

Another FREEBIE

Sword of Time by A.M. Sawyer is FREE, too. 

Blurb

In a world of science, Magic would have free reign. Modern man has inadvertently unlocked the timeless prison of a madman, and must now face a wrath that has been festering for millions of years. To save the world, a warrior must be found, one who can face this master of magic. That responsibility has fallen to four teenagers lost on a trip in the outback. Guided by protectors of an ancient weapon, they must destroy the evil sage once and for all, and save the billions of lives lost to his will. Will these four friends rise to accept the impossible challenges that they must face, or will our history end with the current generations? For there to be any hope of a future, the battle must be fought in both the present and the past. Prepare for a War the likes of which you’ve never seen. Fight for victory with the “Sword of Time”

Hugs and chocolate to all!

Shelly