Anya Bast

First, Nipple Nibblers…

…is better for your lips than Carmex. Of course, Nipple Nibblers really aren’t meant to go on one’s lips, per se…but whatever works, right? I buy this product for my lips and only my lips. (*koff* No, really! I swear!)

And second, I love me some kitty feet.

I think kitty feet are one of cutest things in life.

That’s about all I have on this lazy Saturday. Exciting, no?

Here is my TBR Pile…one of them, that is. This is my immediate TRB Pile. We won’t talk about the bookshelf in my office, mmmkay? If one day I’m brave enough, I’ll post a picture of that one and let you all shudder in disbelief.

Not pictured is the book I just finished — Archangel, by Sharon Shinn. Loved it. Am now bent on buying Shinn’s backlist.

1. Surviving Demon Island, by Jaci Burton. I started this one last night and frigging couldn’t…put…it…DOWN! I stayed up waaaay too late and read about half the novel. It’s a fast, action-packed read. I love the characters. (I always love Jaci’s characters.)

2. (Sequel to Archangel), Jovah’s Angel, by Sharon Shinn.

3. The Rest Falls Away, by Colleen Gleason. I’ve heard so much about this book. I can’t wait to start it.

4. Blood lines, Eileen Wilks

5. A Hunger Like No Other, Kresley Cole (another book I’ve heard a lot about)

6. Beyond the Pale, Savannah Russe

7. If Angels Burn, by Lynn Viehl. I’ve been meaning to try this author for some time. Honestly, it was the title that got me on this one.

8. Hell’s Belles, by Jackie Kessler

And…Blood Bound, by Patricia Briggs is soon to be released. I can’t wait for that one.

Yesterday I got my Witch Fire edits back to Berkley. Now I’m working on polishing up Whisper of the Blade for EC. I hope to have off to my editor by Monday. After that? Well, I have a couple different projects I can turn my hand to.

Now I’m off to stick a nice organic, non-poisonous chicken in the oven for dinner. I prefer the organic, non-poisonous ones, but they’re expensive. *whimper*

I also really need to clean my house. *looks around and shivers* It’s pretty bad.

I dare you to tell me I don’t have the cutest cat eveh. I dare you!

I have more than one, you know. There are eight kitty-kats that run this house. I am subject to the whims of each and every furry paw. They crawl into my lap when I’m trying to finish an important scene. They bat at the pointer on my computer screen. They lounge on the terminal and curl up on the satellite receiver. When one of them, Wiggle, is hungry he steals paper from my printer page by page and scatters them all over the house.

Yes, I have eight cats.

I can even herd them. People say you can’t do that, but I say you can. All you need is a little cat food. They herd just like a bunch of tiny, furry, meowing cows.

Seems like most writers have cats. I find it interesting that so many writers seem to share this common masochistic love of felines. I love them so much I named myself Bast.

Or maybe the truth of why we love cats lies somewhere in this quote…“Cats are dangerous companions for writers because cat watching is a near-perfect method of writing avoidance” - Dan Greenburg

Yeah. Blogging, too.