The proof copy of Dangerous arrived last night, and it's just perfect. The printing, the bindery, everything is far better than I expected.
I see a couple of minor formatting changes I want to make, but that should only delay the release of the official print version by a week or so.
I can't believe they printed and shipped this copy in less than 24 hours. We really do live in an age of miracles.
I don't know about you, but Indian cuisine is one of my absolute favorites. In fact, my first taste of Indian food back in the 90s was so satisfying, so strangely familiar, that it almost seemed I was recalling home-cooked food from another life.
My very favorite Indian dish is Chicken Tikka Masala, though its origins are in dispute and may actually have been created in Britain or Scotland. In any event, it is heavenly.
As you may know, I love to cook. This weekend I watched a video tutorial on how to make the dish in a single pot. I thought it looked kind of sketchy, though, and sought out another recipe that looked more legit. And this is what I found:
Food Republic's Chicken Tikka Masala Recipe
It was absofreakinglutely delicious. The only thing I'll do differently next time is add a touch of tomato paste for color, as the two chopped tomatoes weren't enough to give the dish its signature orange color.
Oh, and I'll probably add a generous pinch of Cayenne Pepper, as it deserves to be a little hotter. Or let each person add it themselves, to make it as spicy as they like. (Which is what we ended up doing.)
If you want to win someone's heart, Make. This. Dish.
(Next time I'll try this video recipe. It's more complicated, but looks delicious.)
(Photo credit: Michael Hays)
In celebration of the first anniversary of Dangerous on the Kindle, I've prepared the book for a printed version. Many, many hours went into that re-format and thorough proofreading! I've also completely redesigned the cover art, and updated all e-book versions (Kindle, Smashwords) to match the new print version.
I'm waiting on the proof copy from the printer, and it should arrive in a week or so. If I don't find any problems, the 5"x8" softcover book will be available for order from Amazon in early December. I'll keep you posted.
Thank goodness for the wealth of free software which made Dangerous possible. I couldn't have done it without LibreOffice and Inkscape.
It took me a while, but Dangerous is now available on Smashwords!
As a happy consequence, I'm able to offer a larger free sample of the book -- 20%, instead of Amazon's 10%.
I've posted the short erotic story Little City Vibes which I wrote for a fetish magazine in 2006. It's really only of interest because it's the seed from which Dangerous grew.
It is with great pleasure I announce the end to my months of crunch at work. After 110 12-hour work days, it feels a little strange to go home during daylight. First item on my to-do list: sleep! Pretty soon I'll recover my wits sufficiently to get back to writing.
This morning's XKCD (titled Cautionary Ghost) made me laugh aloud.
I've been working absolutely insane hours with no time for much more than sleeping, eating, and driving. It'll all be worth it, but in the meantime I haven't done any writing or blogging or anything.
But things will get better very soon!
(photo and felt panda by atomic-kitteh)
Saturday morning I found three text messages sent to my phone the night before. They were clearly sent to me by mistake (probably a single wrong digit) because I don't know any of the parties mentioned. But just to be safe, I'll change all the names.
Tom. It's toni. Salim/Alex's friend. In Vegas and wondering what you can do for us at this hour to get us in surrender.
I assume Surrender is an exclusive club. She continuned:
Poor planning but traffic from la was ridic
Nm I succumbed to a cover somewhere. :)
I took that last message to mean she'd abandoned her plan of getting inside Surrender and paid the cover price for another club.
Although several hours had passed, I had to reply! Would she figure out this wasn't Tom?
Me: Well, remember that it has to be yellow because ice cream doesn't have chicken bones in it. Sorry I didn't get your message until just now. My splines were being reticulated and I was 30 minutes from periapsis.
She replied an hour or so later.
Toni: Hahah wtf. Im sober now and cannot comprehend that last message.
Me: That's ok, Toni. I read in the manual that a little disorientation is normal after transport. Just remember not to misplace your identity disk. Contact me again when you have the contraband.
Toni: Haaaaah wrong number I just realized. Sry
Sadly, the game was up. But I had to fire off a parting shot.
Me: No need to apologize, Toni. We will hold your place on the mothership as long as possible but you must reach 34.0211lat 118.3956lon by 16:32UTC Sunday before the portal closes. May Zenithra light your path.
I never got a reply. A pity, as her use of words like succumbed and comprehend indicate she's fairly bright.
Perhaps I flatter myself, but had I been in Toni's position I'd have itched to know more about the creative stranger I'd accidentally texted. Alas, it was not to be.
The coordinates I gave Toni in that last message would place her in downtown Culver City, California, the following morning. I seriously doubted she'd act on the instruction, but it seemed a safer prank than Arthur Conan Doyle's famous (and probably apocryphal) telegram sent anonymously to five different friends reading "All is discovered; flee at once!", after which one of them immediately vanished and was never seen again.