Lyn's Licks & Laughs...with alter egos Bobbie Cole & Sunny

A Helluva Series

Friend and fellow writer Carol Lynne has an amazing series, for those who like male/male romance and haven't read these. I've read all but one of the older books, and I really enjoyed them. Couldn't believe she made Lucifer a character and that it worked! But she does a great job. Lu leaps off of the page and is so sympathetic that you can't help but want a happily ever after for him.

posted by Bobbie (Sunny) Cole @ 11:56 AM 7 comments

Dammit Dolls Expressing Themselves

Micah Doll knew he was a different sort of dolly from the beginning, but he was unaware of his place in the world until he attended the Gay Pride Parade in Washington last month. He was so enthralled with finding others coming out of the doll closet at the Miss Gay Universe pageant--next thing Micah new, he was headed for Las Vegas, where he was certain he would discover hidden talents he hadn't known he possessed.

Friends and theatrical talents Phil & Jim met him at the airport and whisked him to their condo, where they gave him a crash course, training him unmercifully in voice, dance, and stage makeup. When he was ready, they drove him to the Belagio to audition for a chorus line. The powers that be were so impressed that they signed Micah for a feature act to do in drag, where he performed Cindi Lauper tunes as the exotic Mimosa.

Mimosa's troubles started after the first show. Mimosa took off her makeup and headed home. So giddy with the applause and her ability to sing before hundreds of people, she forgot Vegas politics and horned in on a photo shoot between two celebrities. Nic was okay with the intrusion, but Michael's agent, Angelo, took offense, and Mimosa was once again Micah, this time running for his life from intrepid Italian entrepreneurs.

Then he spied it--luggage that wasn't fully zipped. Micah weazled his way into the frayed, red suitcase, where he found a plethora of male/male romance novels to read until he landed. Where? He had no idea. He rifled through the worn clothing, loose tickets and trinkets, keepsakes, and jewelry. Ah! A small flashlight. Then he saw the papers he needed. He'd hitched a ride with m/m authors Carol Lynne and Cash Cole, on their way home from a writers' conference. Perhaps they could help him until he got back on his cotton feet.

Cash Cole, like Mimosa, however, was merely a pseudonym, a persona to be donned now and then. Once they landed in Kansas City, Cash morphed back to her old self, an embittered writer named Bobbie Cole. And Bobbie was upset that she'd be missing the upcoming Romance Writers of America conference in Orlando. Recognizing a Dammit Doll when she saw one, Bobbie grabbed poor Micah by his legs and pounded the nearest table as soon as she arrived home. Yelling dammit, dammit, dammit, she whacked until Micah thought his stuffing would pop out.

It's a metaphor! he tried telling her. Surely, an author would know what that meant. But she was relentless. frustrated.

It was then that Micah decided he'd look for others of his ilk at this RWA conference. When Bobbie finally relaxed her grip on him and took a nap, Micah jumped onto the internet and found the links he needed. The dolls were gathering, alright, at the writers' conference. They were to gather on Thursday night at the RWA Moonlight Madness jamboree on July 29th.

He studied their origination at http://www.mararwa.com/Authors/dammitdoll.html
then made his own reservations for the conference. Maybe he'd arrive early, but it'd give him time to check out nightclubs and find work. He had to support himself, after all. And this time he wouldn't be so eager to climb into the spotlight with other celebrities. He'd be his own doll.

Micah scanned the web page. The next doll's story would be up soon at Heather Snow's home on the web. Maybe she'd be kinder to the doll she encountered. She was, after all, an historical romance writer. Weren't those people more sophisticated, less rough? He hoped so. Making a note of Heather's web address, http://www.heathersnowbooks.blogspot.com/, Micah closed out of Bobbie's computer and packed for his next adventure.

posted by Bobbie (Sunny) Cole @ 4:16 PM 2 comments

friends

I love my friends. It's weird how often I measure myself against them, using them as yardsticks when I want to stretch my wings and try something new at which they have succeeded (or drag them into a venture with me). Some friends are my age, and we commiserate on aging, aging parents, cashing in too early with dreams we once had. Other friends are much younger, and they keep me on my toes, making me reevaluate how badly I'd like to do something that will either rejuvinate me or put a new crop of lines on my face.

One friend has a son who is dying. They've fought the battle with cancer for years, and now his doctors have sent him home to let Hospice care for him. He's stubborn and insists he's getting better and will soon be back at work. God, I hope so.

Another pal is so busy stewing over things that have already happened in her life that I fear she's missing out on some "right now" things, such as how wonderful she is AS she is, not to mention moments that cannot be recaptured. I want to tell her to slow the hell down. Time is such a thief. (Ask the aforementioned friend.)

This one makes me laugh. She and her family went camping and didn't have time to get their car cleaned. Someone wrote on it: I wish my girlfriend was this dirty.

And from one side of the USA to the other,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LIZ WOLFE and
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HEATHER RAE SCOTT!!!!

Pleasant weekend to all. Look here tomorrow for a Dammit Doll adventure. If you haven't heard and care to look, here's what the Dammit Doll adventures are all about this month:


http://www.mararwa.com/Authors/dammitdoll.htm

posted by Bobbie (Sunny) Cole @ 12:52 PM 1 comments

Happy July

I am at Casa Carol's for a few days with buddy Dudley while his mama is vacationing with her family. Anyone in my neighborhood with a beer and a backrub? I mean it's such torture here. She stocked the 'frig and all that jazz with fresh fruits & veggies, a blueberry pie (ssh - don't tell the carb police), and some nice meals for me. I have the use of her laptops, so I can get on the internet when I'm supposed to be writing.

And I AM writing. Also reading. Have 3 manuscripts to critique (yes, Jackie, Leigh, & Aimee, you are with me in spirit this week), 4 books of my own to read, and a slew of Carol's lining her bookshelves. If you like tearjerkers, pick up her Cattle Valley Days books. That one about Nick becoming mayor and facing a disaster. OMG. Book #12. WAAAAH. And the latest one, a follow up called Neil's' Guardian Angel!!!! ANOTHER tear jerker. (Pretty hot cover, too.) It's here: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=806

Okay, I have some news of my own. I sold to Carina Press. Color me happy. It's a romantic suspense, a Bobbie Cole book. No clue when it'll debut. Gotta meet my editor and go through edits and all of that first. But Sunny Bob is now a Harlequin author. And it feels gooood. :) I wouldn't have gotten the book done, much less submitted, if not for Heather Rae Scott , so thanks, girlfriend. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for pushing me, critiquing me, encouraging me, and listening to me whine about it all.

Happy 4th of July, everyone, whether you are in the states or not.
hugs
Sunny Lyn

posted by Bobbie (Sunny) Cole @ 6:18 PM 5 comments