"Put Some Meat on Your Bones!"

I'll admit it. I've probably been referred to as a 'skinny bitch' behind my back. I'm little, I know. It's not my fault, my parents are small, too. I prefer fruits to hamburgers (but put a plate of bacon down and all bets are off).

So I'll put up with the above phrase from well-meaning family members. It's annoying, but it doesn't veer into 'worth family discord' territory. A quick distraction with the appetizer table and I can hide until they find someone else to bother. Strangers, on the other hand...

Seriously. I was in line at the bank yesterday, minding my own business, when some old guy gets in line behind me. But he can't just be in line, he has to chat. And today he has decided that his opinion about me is important.

'Heh-heh, you need to put some meat on those bones! Corned beef 'n cabbage or somethin'!' *invades personal space, hand reaching out to cup bony shoulder to make point* 'You ever eat?'

Luckily for him, I was rescued by the teller. (Thank you!) Really, though, what the hell? First of all, I don't go around saying, 'wow, you need to take some meat off those bones!' *pats stranger's stomach* 'you sleep-eat or somethin'?' Second of all, I have been-last week, in fact-mistaken for twelve. Which is fine, but what if he thought I was twelve? Who friggin' says that to a twelve year-old? And then tries to grab them? Creepy.

I think the next time this happens, I'll scream and starting announcing, 'Mommy told me never to talk to strangers! Bad man!' Only kidding...maybe.

-Lalla

Layne and his big mouth

Two posts in one day. It's like having two slices of cake!

Anyways, I don't know about the rest of you, but sometimes...my characters can't shut up. Namely, Layne. He can't just accept that he's published and inflicting his presence on the world, oh, no. Now he wants freedom. So, in order to shut him the hell up, The Muse will be free from March 27th to March 31st. Make him happy. Go get a copy. Maybe leave a little love, he'd be all about that. (And he might quit bugging me. Save my sanity, please.)

-Lalla

Twitter

I now have a Twitter. I know. Anyway, follow me and I'll follow you. I'm nice like that.

-Lalla

https://twitter.com/LallaSqueglia

Regarding Color Blind

I know, it's been a long time. I could lie, and say I'll be better about blogging, but we both know I'd be lying. It's not because I hate you. I love you, I swear on...um...I swear on Dean Winchester's Impala. That's a good swear, right?

Anyway, remember how I said I'd be moving Color Blind off of Smashwords? That day is coming. I will not be moving to Amazon, however-I'll be moving it to Wattpad, so it'll still be free for you guys. I did mention I made a Wattpad account, right? I think I did...if I didn't, it's right here: http://www.wattpad.com/user/LallaSqueglia

So come follow me! I'm still poking around over there-I forgot I even had it about two weeks after I made it-but Color Blind will be there-I'll warn you before I wipe it off of Smashwords completely-and there's samples. And, I think, I will-one day-put little fun things regarding my other stories there as well. Family trees, deleted scenes, that sort of thing. I'm not the only weirdo that likes that sort of thing, am I?

More news on One Sunny Afternoon to come soon, still working on that. Those of you who like a good old-fashioned mystery, you're in for a treat.

-Lalla

Tah-Dah!

Here it is! The House on the Moor is free from today until Friday at the following link.

http://www.amazon.com/House-Moor-Ravens-Curse-Book-ebook/dp/B0091XZ4TO/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1422289949&sr=8-2&keywords=lalla+squeglia

Promo

Yes! Starting January 26th and continuing through January 30th, The House on the Moor will be free on Amazon.

-Lalla

Valentine's Day

Happy New Year, everybody. Anybody stay up? It's not the same without Dick Clark, really. I didn't intend to, but my neighbors woke me up with firecrackers anyway.

Valentine's Day is coming. You know, in case the pink and red stuff everywhere didn't clue you in. I'm one of those weird people that kind of doesn't like Valentine's Day, to be honest. Pink and red are not compatible, and every free book/online "not news" article is titled 'how to get (and keep!) the man of your dreams. Is that literal? Because I've had a few dreams about...um...Sherlock Holmes, the Scarecrow, and James Bond-none of which were actually pleasant, by the way. Lots of running and screaming, and at least one leap off of a tower of wooden crates. They sucked, actually. I don't want any of them, thanks. Holmes might be okay, but Scarecrow would kill me and Bond would get me killed. Or at least give me an STD.

Anti-romantic, signing off. (Although I'll admit to squeezing over Faramir and Éowyn from LOTR, because that was adorable.)

-Lalla