Because my brain is pulp, I forgot to tell you about Beautiful Death. It’s Joley Sue Burkhart’s newest novel…the book is absolutely magnificent…exciting, filled with action, and the sexiness of it is just gorgeously written. I adore powerful (read: kick bottom) women…Starbuck, Zoe from Firefly, Wonder Woman (Especially during George Perez’s time…Gad, that man can draw) Zintiel from Flaky Pastry. Isabella Thanatos is deinfinately one of my new favorites.

What else is new? I need to sew like mad, and I’ve been writing again. I;ve picked up momentum and I might actually…GASP!..finish a book this summer. I have gone back to my delightful and beloved team of Ashton and Minerva. Minerva is a woman who sees ghosts…out of one eye. Someone seems to be determined to drive her mad…weird phone calls, spray painted messages on her walls…and the Police can’t find any evidence of phone calls being made or breakins. One cop hands her the card of a Dr. Ashton (”What’s your first name?” Minerva asks when they first meet. “Not anything I allow anyone to call me,” he replies.) and tells her he’s her only hope.

But Minerva is haunted by more than the ghosts she thinks she sees. Everything seems to be leading to a man named Sunny, a man she loved very much and who’s death is the last thing she saw with her own eyes…and Ashton is not exactly the best man to help her. He is battling demons of his own, an illness that threatens to make him into the very monsters he dedicates himself to fighting, and a price tag on his head that allows every vampire, mage, or changing kind to kill him if they so choose…

So, that’s my new obsession.

So, anyway, I was putting sugar in my tea yesterday morning — too much, as usual — and I told my friend, “I’m a hummingbird, I need my sugar water.”

And I’d said that before. But I didn’t remember when, and so I shelved it…and then it came to me.

Another man I’d had one of those useless, senseless crushes on (which, as an aside, I would have thought I’d have outgrown. But I understand myself better now. I live on hope, dreams and faith, which, without care, can lay traps for you.) and I were sitting in a Chinese restaurant, and I was putting too much sugar in my green tea, and I think I saw his eyebrows raise slightly before he looked back at the table.

“I’m a hummingbird,” I said, reaching across the table to nudge him. “I need my sugar water.”

He looked up at me, and as if it was the most wonderful thing in the world, he said, “I always thought of you more as a wildflower.”

I am thinking of renaming my personal journal after that moment. Because any man who steals your glasses and tips your face to the rain (I can still feel that moment, now that it is brought back to me, the heat of the two fingers under the tip of my chin, the cool beat of the drops of rain on my eyelids) deserves to be remembered.

Yes, I think he does.

OK, lame title, but…The Chocolatier’s Wife has been featuared on Danette’s Chatting Lounge, along with her Friday Five, which is all about me.  (Yes, it’s almost Friday again…I just never got to post this lovely news.)

Because of Danette’s lovely help, I also got a plug on Vampire Wire. 

Very exciting.  :)  Thank you Danette!

So.  Hum.  Mundane life.  Interesting things that I can’t talk about because they have to do with work abound.  One is very cool, as it includes getting to spend more time (in a secretarial sense) with someone I really like, the other is just an example about the atrocious and amazingly stupid nature of the human race.  Saturday my mum and I did so well on the great bathroom restoration project that I was really energized.  I ended up going back down at 9:30 that night and doing the first coat of plaster.  I had my mp3 player on while I worked, and it was oddly peaceful, the sound of the plaster knives scraping the drywall, me singing along, my voice echoing oddly in the small space.