Today's the day! The Muse begins its free period on Kindle. Grab a copy, leave some love. (And do I really have to mention that both Raven novels will begin their free periods very soon? Wink, wink.) #Yougottahavepinkhair
Oh! I made a Tumblr on impulse. I keep forgetting about it...but come follow me. Make you a deal-come find me (my name's not hard to find, y'know) and I'll try to remember it more. Sound good?
http://www.amazon.com/Muse-Lalla-Squeglia-ebook/dp/B00MY6Q5M0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1434289093&sr=8-1&keywords=lalla+squeglia+the+muse
-Lalla
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Thursday, June 4, 2015
Freebie
The free goodness begins again! The Muse starts its free period on June 14th and runs until June 18th. Tell your friends. Share it with the world via #yougottahavepinkhair.
-Lalla
-Lalla
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
The Twelve Trips to Wal-Mart
Not bad for a non-poet, eh? Sing to 'The Twelve Days of Christmas'. (And yes, I have seen all of these. Often more than one per trip. *shudders*)
On
the first trip to Wal-Mart/my frightened eyes did see…a woman with a goatee!
On
the second trip to Wal-Mart/my frightened eyes did see…two barefoot children
and a woman with a goatee!
On
the third trip to Wal-Mart/my frightened eyes did see…three drunken
rednecks/two barefoot children and a woman with a goatee!
On
the fourth trip to Wal-Mart/my frightened eyes did see…four fallen diapers/three
drunken rednecks/two barefoot children and a woman with a goatee!
On
the fifth trip to Wal-Mart/my frightened eyes did see…five mouth-breathers!/four
fallen diapers/three drunken rednecks/two barefoot children/and a woman with a
goatee!
On
the sixth trip to Wal-Mart/my frightened eyes did see…six Rascals rolling/five
mouth-breathers!/four fallen diapers/three drunken rednecks/two barefoot children/and
a woman with a goatee!
On
the seventh trip to Wal-Mart/my frightened eyes did see…seven scowling stock
boys/six Rascals rolling/five mouth-breathers!/four fallen diapers/three
drunken rednecks/two barefoot children/and a woman with a goatee!
On
the eighth trip to Wal-Mart/my frightened eyes did see…eight ‘git-er-dones’/seven
scowling stock boys/six Rascals rolling/five mouth-breathers!/four fallen
diapers/three drunken rednecks/two barefoot children/and a woman with a goatee!
On
the ninth trip to Wal-Mart/my frightened eyes did see…nine rat-tails/eight ‘git-er-dones’/seven
scowling stock boys/six Rascals rolling/five mouth-breathers!/four fallen
diapers/three drunken rednecks/two barefoot children/and a woman with a goatee!
On
the tenth trip to Wal-Mart/my frightened eyes did see…ten abandoned
Starbucks/nine rat-tails/eight ‘git-er-dones’/seven scowling stock boys/six
Rascals rolling/five mouth-breathers!/four fallen diapers/three drunken
rednecks/two barefoot children/and a woman with a goatee!
On
the eleventh trip to Wal-Mart/my frightened eyes did see…eleven toothless old
guys/ten abandoned Starbucks/nine rat-tails/eight ‘git-er-dones’/seven scowling
stock boys/six Rascals rolling/five mouth-breathers!/four fallen diapers/three
drunken rednecks/two barefoot children/and a woman with a goatee!
On
the twelfth trip to Wal-Mart/my frightened eyes did see…twelve peeing
Calvins/eleven toothless old guys/ten abandoned Starbucks/nine rat-tails/eight ‘git-er-dones’/seven
scowling stock boys/six Rascals rolling/five mouth-breathers!/four fallen
diapers/three drunken rednecks/two barefoot children/and a woman with a goatee!
Saturday, May 9, 2015
The Daniel Lambert
This has nothing to do with anything whatsoever, but it's so COOL.
Once upon a time, in the not-so-distant past, a patent was granted for what was essentially a steampunk rickshaw.
Yeah, you read that right. Look at this thing!
It's freaky and weird but still so...cool. Proof that truth is stranger than fiction, I guess...
-Lalla
Once upon a time, in the not-so-distant past, a patent was granted for what was essentially a steampunk rickshaw.
Yeah, you read that right. Look at this thing!
It's freaky and weird but still so...cool. Proof that truth is stranger than fiction, I guess...
-Lalla
Sunday, May 3, 2015
There Are No Stupid Questions...
Oh, but there are.
I understand we say this so as not to discourage students from asking questions, and that's good. (Unless you're asking if the prof is giving you homework, in which case you deserve what's coming to you.) Tragically, though, there are stupid questions. Many.
Want proof? I've got proof!
I have carpal tunnel syndrome. Every so often my wrists will hurt and I have to wear these uncomfortable, ugly braces. On the bright side, it gets me out of things. 'Could you carry this big heavy thing?' 'Oh...sure...just rest it on my braces.' 'Oh, I'm sorry! I'll get it, get out of the way.' And when I worked retail, it guilted customers into being nice to me. Apparently yelling at a sixteen year-old is acceptable unless they've got an obvious injury. (Seriously, be nice. We're tired, and we didn't make up that rule about no drinks allowed.)
Anyway. Braces. Usually nobody says anything, because they're kind of common and it's nobody's business. But sometimes I will be asked the following: 'Do those help?'
No, actually, I'm wearing these uncomfortable, clothes-snagging, movement-restricting things as a fashion statement.
True story, man. I don't know where that comes from. Is it a need to say something? Did they mean to say something else, and the words got jumbled on the way? I think it's funny-a little sad, but funny.
Maybe that makes me a terrible person. Worth it.
-Lalla
I understand we say this so as not to discourage students from asking questions, and that's good. (Unless you're asking if the prof is giving you homework, in which case you deserve what's coming to you.) Tragically, though, there are stupid questions. Many.
Want proof? I've got proof!
I have carpal tunnel syndrome. Every so often my wrists will hurt and I have to wear these uncomfortable, ugly braces. On the bright side, it gets me out of things. 'Could you carry this big heavy thing?' 'Oh...sure...just rest it on my braces.' 'Oh, I'm sorry! I'll get it, get out of the way.' And when I worked retail, it guilted customers into being nice to me. Apparently yelling at a sixteen year-old is acceptable unless they've got an obvious injury. (Seriously, be nice. We're tired, and we didn't make up that rule about no drinks allowed.)
Anyway. Braces. Usually nobody says anything, because they're kind of common and it's nobody's business. But sometimes I will be asked the following: 'Do those help?'
No, actually, I'm wearing these uncomfortable, clothes-snagging, movement-restricting things as a fashion statement.
True story, man. I don't know where that comes from. Is it a need to say something? Did they mean to say something else, and the words got jumbled on the way? I think it's funny-a little sad, but funny.
Maybe that makes me a terrible person. Worth it.
-Lalla
Saturday, May 2, 2015
Words Can Never Hurt Me
That phrase up there? I would like to call BS on that. And I have proof to back it up! I have a whole list of books that broke my heart at one time or another. Some of them remedied the problem (that's right, back away from the character!) but some of them...didn't. *sobs*
1) Sherlock Holmes. I know, I know. He faked his death for three years. I was eleven, and my book didn't have anything past 'The Final Problem'. I didn't know. Heart=broken until, funnily enough, about three years later.
2) Inkspell. Dammit. God dammit. You monster. And yes, I did read Inkdeath. That doesn't change the fact that I got that book for Christmas, and it ruined my winter vacation.
3) Ptolemy's Gate. I take back everything I said during the last book. That ending is not acceptable. I will remain in denial until you write a better one. How could you do this to me?
4) The Sweet Far Thing. Okay, this one more made me mad than heartbroken, but still. Although, my mother took it very badly-she will not speak of it without extreme disdain, IF she has to speak of it at all.
5) The Deathly Hallows. You all know what happened here, I'm sure. Words need not be written.
-Lalla
1) Sherlock Holmes. I know, I know. He faked his death for three years. I was eleven, and my book didn't have anything past 'The Final Problem'. I didn't know. Heart=broken until, funnily enough, about three years later.
2) Inkspell. Dammit. God dammit. You monster. And yes, I did read Inkdeath. That doesn't change the fact that I got that book for Christmas, and it ruined my winter vacation.
3) Ptolemy's Gate. I take back everything I said during the last book. That ending is not acceptable. I will remain in denial until you write a better one. How could you do this to me?
4) The Sweet Far Thing. Okay, this one more made me mad than heartbroken, but still. Although, my mother took it very badly-she will not speak of it without extreme disdain, IF she has to speak of it at all.
5) The Deathly Hallows. You all know what happened here, I'm sure. Words need not be written.
-Lalla
Friday, May 1, 2015
Release Date
Ladies and Gentlemen, the post you've all been waiting for...
One day I hope to become so predictable that I won't have to tell you the release date. Hey, I can dream, can't I?
Anyway. One Sunny Afternoon will hit Amazon Kindle on...of course...August 22nd, 2015. What can I say, it's how I roll.
So yeah, tell your friends. Tweet about it. Set your calendars. And prepare to meet Friday Jones, long-suffering secretary to Mitchel White, private detective. I'll post a link when it's time.
-Lalla
One day I hope to become so predictable that I won't have to tell you the release date. Hey, I can dream, can't I?
Anyway. One Sunny Afternoon will hit Amazon Kindle on...of course...August 22nd, 2015. What can I say, it's how I roll.
So yeah, tell your friends. Tweet about it. Set your calendars. And prepare to meet Friday Jones, long-suffering secretary to Mitchel White, private detective. I'll post a link when it's time.
-Lalla
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