Jean Marie Ward

Finally--FINALLY!--posted my monthly blog at Beyond the Veil.  In honor of Thanksgiving, I planned to tell the story of my mom's famous Imploding Turkey, but things got a little out of hand and it wound up being a compilation of her greatest culinary disasters--Nagaski Ribs, the exploding spaghetti pot...  If you ever wondered why I'm so obsessed with food, this will tell you why.  Mwhahahahah!
Hugs and evil grins,
Jean Marie
*who promises you'll never look at dead possum the same way again*

 Yep, it's that time of the month again, time for me to blog about writerly stuff over at Beyond the Veil like I know what I'm talking about.  This month's topic is the natural storyteller.   I planned to make this announcement a little wittier, but that was before I realized I'd be typing with the laptop balanced on my shins cradling Duzie the Octo-Cat.  If it's rainy he must be needy.  LOL

I blush to admit I've been committing Blogspot again.  My new posting is up at Beyond the Veil.  Today's entry is seasonally appropriate--if you happen to live in Washington, DC.   April 12 is the high point of our annual Cherry Blossom Festival.  In honor of the occasion, Greg and I attended the geisha dance program sponsored by the Japanese Information and Culture Center--the same folks who feed our yen for live action anime movies.  (Hey, it's a totally guilty pleasure.  Why shouldn't it come with a bad pun attached?)
The free geisha dance program, which anyone who's ever been to Japan can tell you is a very, very big deal.  Man, I love living in DC!

No, that isn't my new tag line.  It belongs to the reconfigured co-op blog for Samhain's fantasy, futuristic and paranormal authors, Beyond the Veil.  I posted my first BtV blog a few minutes ago.  It's just an introduction, but it does include links for some of my more interesting contributions to the old Fantasy and Enchantment blog and the main Samhain blog.  I'll add a permanent link to BtV in the next few days.  But first I have to survive Katsucon.
Let me put it this way, you don't normally see the fire trucks lined up, sirens wailing, until the second night at DragonCon.
Hugs and sickly grins,
Jean Marie