The lovely cover of Anne Frasier's novel Bad Karma - just re-issued by Samhain Publishing - that won the Daphne du Maurier Award.
It's easy enough to find reasons to admire an author one encounters on the net, Anne Frasier is the best-selling author of nineteen novels. Pale Immortal (an Onyx Book, a Penguin Group imprint) ranks as one of my favourite titles for a paranormal.
Admire for their talent, yes. It's not as easy to find a famous author that, as a person, one likes.
I like Anne.
For trivial reasons: such as she's a Libra like me, and a widow. And for less trivial reasons as well. I like her courage and her painful honesty.
Was disappointed yesterday. A Yahoo headline announced the discovery of the Fabled Giant Palouse Earthworm.
Oh. Oh. Fabled. Giant. Worm. Oh. Oh. Oh. Fabled. Giant.
I expected something Fortean.
Turns out an adult is only 12 inches long.
Doubt demons can shunt praise aside like an out-of-service train.
When Editor Guy emailed me to say he's been at a writer's conference and mentioned my book as a good example to several urban fantasy/magic realism writers, I had a major doubt demon episode.
My first thought was probably as a good example of what-not-to-do....
Which wasn't fair to Editor Guy. Such thoughts are not healthy. I hope it's the oxycodone.
Corny joke for Wednesday:
Fifty-one years ago, Herman James, a North Carolina mountain man, was drafted by the Army.
One his first day of basic training, the Army issued him a comb.
That afternoon, the Army barber sheared off his hair.
On his second day, the Army issued Herman a toothbrush.
That afternoon, the Army dentist yanked seven of Herman's teeth.
On the third day, the Army issued him a jock strap.
The Army has been looking for Herman for 51 years.