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I’m having one of those MS days when my brain isn’t firing on all cylinders, so I apologize in advance if this entry doesn’t make any sense at all or if I go off on a totally non-related tangent or for any misspelled words, grammar errors, or typos.  Haven’t had one of these in a while, but they happen and I have to deal with it and by reading this, well, you get to deal with it too!  Aren’t you the lucky one?

Okay, let’s start with the public apology issued on Monday by Roger Clemens.  Really, Roger, you call that an apology?  Sorry, but I don’t.  In Roger’s egotistical mind, I suppose he thinks saying he’s made mistakes is an appropriate apology to his fans.  And he tells us he’s apologized to his family, but I have to wonder, did he own up to exactly what he did wrong when he apologized to them, or like the statement he issued to the press, did he avoid mentioning just what it was he was apologizing for?  Does that make sense?  Probably not–blame it on the MS–but I know he never specifically stated what mistakes he’d made and I have to say, if I were Debbie Clemens, I’d want it all out there on the table.  Come on, Roger, man up!  We all know you made mistakes.  And really, who hasn’t?  But you need to say what it is you’re aplogizing for, not just offer some generic apology for making mistakes.  I mean, who’s to say you’re not apologizing for cutting off that little old lady in traffic one August afternoon or losing your temper with a sales clerk who didn’t recognize you and refused to take your check without proper ID, or hell, I don’t know, yelling at Debbie for burning your dinner or your kids for leaving their roller skates toys on the stairs.  Own up to what you did and then, maybe I’ll listen.

Next, the Ocean’s–and no, that’s not a typo, I’m speaking of Ocean’s Mist, the e-publisher who has the amazing talent of becoming invisible when it comes to addressing problems and/or paying their authors.  It seems their site is back up after weeks of…here today, gone tomorrow.  They’re up now and they’re releasing a new book by Essence, who is rumored to be none other than their owner, Noemi, the person who stiffed her authors on their royalties.  It’s also being reported by the EREC blog and Karen Know’s Best, that Loose Id and Siren have signed this woman and are releasing books by her too.  I have to say, I’ve never heard of Siren, but Loose Id has a pretty good reputation as an e-publisher.  At least, they do right now, but I just don’t know what sort of impact this is going to have on that reputation.  Me, I find it despicable that a publisher would sign a contract with someone who failed so miserably in running her own business and went into hiding when the chips were down, refusing to address her problems and pay her authors.  That’s a cheat in my book you know how I feel about cheats.  Here’s hoping readers will show their dissapproval by not buying any books by Essence, writers will avoid Ocean’s Mist like the deadliest of plagues, and authors at Loose Id and Siren will protest loudly about having a cheat on their team.  

Okay, on to Amazon.  They’ve reinstated the discount on my sister’s book, but the discount isn’t as good as it was before and they, in true “Playground Bully” fashion, didn’t deign to tell her why they chose to reinstate it or why they lowered it in the first place.  Still, I guess you could say it’s a step in the right direction for Amazon, but…but!  They’ve also banned another reviewer from their site who, in their words, was “hectoring, harassing, abusive, and spiteful.”

And there you have my WTF? award for the week.  I’ve been following that thread on Amazon for over a while now and Steven Hedge, the banned reviewer–yes, that Steven Hedge, the one who graciously righted his mistake of using my pseudonym’s (misspelled!) name in one of his posts and apologized to me on several different fronts, thereby ensuring no one mistook me for the unscrupulous author he was referring to–never came anywhere close to being any of those things Amazon is accusing him of being.  I know from my experience with him and from reading his other posts on this thread, he is one of the nicest, most courteous and articulate people I’ve ever come across in cyber-space.  Amazon needs to quit relying on their automatons to address this whole DAM (DeborahAnne MacGillivray) mess and actually take the time to read what their customers are saying.  I have a feeling if they ever do, they’re going to be wiping the egg off their face for a long time to come! 

So, we have Clemens issuing meaningless apologies and Ocean’s Mist slinking out of hiding to dupe more readers, Siren and Loose Id publishing an author who’s proven she cares nothing for other authors, and Amazon, well, taking one step forward, only to take two back.

All behaving badly and all deserving big fat OH NOES!   


Oh, come on, you didn’t think I’d let this one pass, did you?  Knowing how I feel about the egotistical Roger Clemens?  Nope, not gonna happen.  I have to say something–even if it’s just…gag!  But of course, I have much more to say than that.

Roger, what the hell were you thinking?  A fifteen-year-old child, for crying out loud!  Are you that…icky?  That…scuzzy?  That…blech?  I mean really, were you so incredibly lost in your amazing self-love that you figured anyone was fair game–even a little girl?  I can’t even think of a name low enough to call you, but I know what my grandmother would say about someone like you–lower than a snake’s belly in a wagon rut.  You can’t get much lower than that.

I’m not into country music so I don’t have a clue who this Mindy whats-her-name is, but you better hope she’s not from the south.  If you’re lucky, she’s one of those faux southerners who came to Nashville to make her fortune spouting country songs in a fake southern twang.  ‘Cause I have to tell you, if she is from the south and she has brothers, your life’s not worth a plug nickel right about now.  Not that it was before this, but boy howdy, I’m telling you, fooling around with a young southern girl is not a bright idea.

Yeah, I know, I know, you were just good friends.  Uh-huh, sure.  Not likely, not with someone who thinks he’s God’s gift to the world and all the rest of us are just here to bow down to his greatness.  And please, don’t give me that BS about “innocent until proven guilty.”  I’m not buying that either.  

Oh well, at least you have no one to blame but yourself because I doubt any of this would’ve come out if you hadn’t been so convinced of your superiority to all us lesser humans.  I mean, how stupid was it that you filed that defamation suit knowing that you had this in your past?   Surely you didn’t think people wouldn’t find out and if you did, well, you’re even dumber than I thought.

The thing is…I worry about your wife.  You remember her, right?  Debbie, the woman you’ve been married to for years, the woman you had children with, the woman who stood behind you when your name surfaced in the Mitchell Report and when you testified in front of Congress, the woman who offered herself up to ridicule and shame just to save your sorry butt?  Yeah, her, Debbie, the woman who has stayed by your side–so far.

Listen up, Debbie, I know I’ve said in the past that you’re TSTL, but please, I’m begging you, grab some dignity, boot his sorry ass out the door, hire a shark of a lawyer, and take this moron for every penny you can get.  It’s the only way you’ll ever be able to hold your head up again. 

Lots of things going on in my world the last few days and I don’t have a clue where to start talking, er, writing about it.  I guess I should just close my eyes, hold my nose and jump right in.

First–and most exciting!–I have a release date on my book.  August 16th!  Woo-hoo!  Adding to the thrill of that is the fact that the 16th is one week to the day after my niece’s wedding.  Ooooh, August is going to be so hot!  Well, okay, August is always hot in the southeast, but this year there’s going to be a lot of Snoopy dances going on and that’s likely to ratchet up the heat a couple of notches, at least in my world!

Second, there’s news of another e-publisher who seems to be showing signs of going down.  Not saying it’s so, but from all I’ve read over the last couple of days, New Concepts Publishing is acting a lot like Twilight Fantasies acted right before they closed up shop and slinked away into the night.  According to several of their authors, they’re not answering emails, not addressing problems raised by the authors on the authors’ loop, giving preferential treatment to the books written by the owners of the company, not sending books out for reviews, not promoting, etc., etc., etc.  I feel sorry for their authors, because I know how it feels to be treated like that and I’m hoping for the best, but you know me, expecting the worst.  I hope, whatever happens, they at least have the decency to stand up and take responsibility for their actions and not just close up shop, leaving their authors hanging like Twilight did.  

Third, Josh Beckett is injured–oh noes!–and probably won’t make the flight to Japan for the games the Red Sox are scheduled to play there next week.  First Schilling, then Beckett.  This is so not good, but I’m trying to look at it as a blessing in disguise.  I wasn’t too thrilled about the team flying all that way just to play a couple of games then turning around and flying all that way back again just days before the season starts.  And maybe, if this back injury keeps Beckett from making that long flight, he’ll be ready for the season opener here at home–at least I hope so!

Fourth, I’ve been working on updating my website now that I have a release date and I have to tell you, that’s a lot of work!  I’ve got four books releasing this year and I’m trying to get all the info on them straightened out and posted.  Arrgh!  Looks like I need to morph back into a teacher and make detailed plans for every minute of every hour of every day.  I hate that!  But my website looks really good, even if I do say so myself!

Fifth, I caught a post on AOL MLB Fanhouse the other day about Roger Clemens that sent me off into gales of laughter.  It seems the Huntsville Stars, a minor league team in Alabama, have come up with a new logo for their team which includes a rocket.  So, what did they do?  Yep, they offered “Rocket” Clemens a job as their back-up mascot.  He won’t make the millions of dollars he’s used to and thinks he’s worth, but it’s not a bad salary–$25 a game.  IMO, more than he’s worth.  Especially since he’ll only have to work on the days their primary mascot, Homer the Polecat, can’t work.  Here’s the link if you want to read the post.  Warning: if you have a drink in your hands, put it down and swallow whatever’s in your mouth before you read!

Ya’ think he’ll take it?  Doubtful, given his arrogance.  Maybe they should offer him the position of Homer the Polecat–much more fitting, to my way of thinking.  He wouldn’t even have to wear a costume, just a sweatshirt with the name Homer on it.  I think most of the fans, being from the south, will get it.

Sixth, I spent all day Saturday, working on the dedication and acknowledgements page for my book.  The dedication was easy since it’s been in my heart for a long time now, but the acknowledgement page–ack!  Hard!  Well, maybe not hard, but definitely boring.  To avoid even the merest whiff of the “Cassie Edwards thing”, I cited the books and Internet pages I used for my research.  I also added a special thank you to the Lone Wolf site because, hey, they taught me the most important thing of all…

I’m a Twinkie!*  That still makes me smile! 


One of my favorite quotes about writing comes from Anais Nin:

“I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live.”

That’s very true for me, and I do that a lot when I’m writing, but I don’t think it should be applied to real life.  Roger Clemens, though, must disagree with me.  He’s developed his own little world, one in which he can live, and no one, not even his wife, is exempt from his stupidity.   

I’ve suspected it for a while now, but proof came yesterday, when he was asked by a reporter about the steroids issue.  His reply?

“That’s over. That’s over.  Everything’s been said that needs to be said on that. We’re moving forward. It’s baseball time. We’re going to enjoy that.”

I’m all for the “baseball time” and agree wholeheartedly that “we’re going to enjoy” it, but “it’s over”?  Living in a dream world, Roger.  You can say it’s over if you want, but like Yogi said, it ain’t over till it’s over, and this is definitely not over.  There’s a little matter of Congress and the probability that you’ll be facing a perjury charge sometime in the future. 

Did you forget about that?  Or maybe you “misremembered”?  Or in your charmed world, did you wave your magic wand and make it disappear?  Come on, Roger, your arrogance is creeping me out.  Ick!

And while I have you, your wife’s behavior at that party you claim you didn’t attend were only at for a few minutes?  Did she really do that?  Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have anything against breast augmentation, but to have it done and then go to a party and compare the results to another woman who’s had the same surgery…eew, ack!  

As for you joking about the incident afterwards in the locker room, pardon me, but gag me with a spoon!

The thing is, Roger…your behavior is nothing short of deplorable.

And Debbie, oh, Debbie, I’m starting to really hope you are supporting this clueless wonder because of the money.  I could understand that, but if you’re staying in his make-believe world because you love him, please, pinch youself and wake the hell up!  The man tossed you to the dogs–in front of Congress and most of the civilized world, no less–and now we find out you’re the butt of his locker room jokes.

Are you really going to stand for that?  Honey, there’s not enough money in the world.  And if you are staying for love, I think you’re just as delusional as he is.  He may say he loves you, but that love is questionable given the lack of respect he’s showing you.

I’m not a big fan of Valentine’s Day.  Don’t know why that is, it just never meant very much to me.  I mean I love getting flowers and my husband just sent me a beautiful bouquet of red carnations–my favorite–but I’m not into chocolate and I’m against the whole card thing because hey, dead trees!  So Valentine’s Day is way down my list of preferred holidays.

I know, I know, I write romance, it should be right up there at number one, right? 

Well, this year it is, because it’s also the day pitchers and catchers report to Spring Training.  You know what that means–baseball season is almost upon us and after the beating the sport–and my love of it–took yesterday, it can’t come soon enough for me.

(Fair warning I’m going to go off on a little side rant here!)

So, I wasted two hours of my life watching Roger Clemens testifying to Congress about the Mitchell Report yesterday.  If you ask me, Clemens represents everything that’s wrong with professional sports and after his repeated attestations of innocence, I found myself having to control an urge to throw the nearest hard object at my TV.  Good thing I didn’t have a baseball handy!

Can we all say overpaid arrogant jerk?  Well, I can, and let me assure you, I did.  Several times, in fact.

The thing is…I already knew I didn’t like Clemens, but after yesterday I have to tell you, I’m even more disgusted by his wife.  There’s an acronym that’s popular in the romance community right now; TSTL.  It refers to a character, most often, but certainly not limited to, the heroine of a book who is Too Stupid To Live.

And that’s exactly how I feel about Debbie Clemens.  It’s bad enough she’s married to a jerk, but now she’s letting him use her to try and clear his name…or maybe just deflect some of the suspicion away from him…or something.  I’m not really sure at this point, but IMO, her saying she let Brian McNamee inject her with HGH without her husband’s knowledge, just made me think maybe these two were meant for each other.

Why would a woman do that?  Why, if you had a husband who was being raked over the coals, would you throw yourself down there with him?  I suppose it could be love, but I think it’s more a case of protecting all those millions her husband has milked from baseball.  Or maybe she’s been living with someone who is TSTL for so long that she’s caught the disease.  Whatever.

And so, on this day for lovers, I crown her TSTL Queen of the Day.

As for Mr. Clemens, my pick for TSTL King, I’d like to ask him what kind of a man that makes him?  You remind me of the playground bully who when challenged runs home to Mommy and hides behind her skirt.

Like I said, arrogant overpaid jerk–and might I toss in, moronic, idiotic, childish, immature…well, you get the picture!

Okay, now that I’ve got that out of my system, I want to wish all of you a Happy Valentine’s Spring Training Day!  The future’s so bright we have to wear shades…

Especially if you’re a Red Sox fan!  

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