Enquiring minds want to know, as apparently there hasn’t been a new book since December 2009…Or has there?

Laurell K. Hamilton’s moderators are getting as paranoid as the bint herself. Check out this comment on my March 2010 blog entitled Is Laurell K Hamilton Really Anita Blake?

I have been a fan of Hamilton for over a decade. I met her for the first time almost ten years ago, as a junior in high school. She inspired me to become writer, follow my dreams, and not be afraid of rejection. Therefore I think you can understand some of the sadness which comes with saying that Hamilton’s behavior towards her fans has cost her my readership.

I have been continually frustrated with Hamilton’s behiavior for several years. However, at the end of one of Hamilton’s recent blogs, I made the mistake of asking the question as to whether or not the release date of the next Merry book was know. In response to my short question, I recieved the following response from her forum moderators:

“I am hoping that you did not write the post with the intent of coming into Laurell’s house and being rude with your questions. I am hoping that you genuinely were confused and not just being snarky to Laurell because you did not like what you read in her blog. However, even if you were not intending to be rude, this post does come across as snarky and very “in your face” because you were not happy with what you read in her blog.”

I was appalled by the argession, disrespect, and the accuusatory manner in which this was written, in response to what I beleived, an just an innosent question. If this is how Hamilton is now treating her fans, then I can no long count myself among them.

The first thing I thought was wow, this chick wants to be a writer?? Then the second thought was, whatever happened to Darla?…

Fruitloops, the lot of ’em.

Isn’t Laurell K Hamilton just a little bit…strange? Yeah, yeah, it’s not like we don’t know how ‘quirky’ she can be, but still…

“In my books Anita wakes up nude beside a beautiful man, or men. She rolls over and sex ensues. Not just sex, but really good sex. When she can walk safely, she slips on something silky and begins to get ready for the day.

In real life today, I woke up nude beside a beautiful man. We cuddled, we talked, and then sex ensued, and yes, it was really good sex. When we could both walk safely, Jon threw on a robe and is now in the shower. I cleaned up and put on silk pajamas and a robe, and headed downstairs to start my day….

We haven’t seen Anita work out in a long time in the books. In reality I have to see a lot of gym time to look as good as I do, and it’s not as good as Anita looks. She’s still doing my pre-child, pre-marriage, pre-real job workout.
I’m trying and I’m about to get even more serious about getting fit and healthy, but where Anita just seems to exercise the way she eats, off stage, and magically, it’s a lot harder to fit into my life.

I did show Anita and some of the guys working out in the gym in the June book, Bullet. I wanted to show some of the real effort that goes into staying in that kind of shape. One other difference, I just looked at the clock.”

She seems to be comparing the differences in her fictional life, and real life, but I definitely get the feeling that she feels as if she’s a real-life Anita.

For more weirdness, pop over to her blog.

Thanks to you-know-who for the link.

Apparently Laurell K Hamilton’s ex-assistant Darla is having a hard time, so she’s been considering burning her college degree and self-publishing her Anita encyclopedia. *g*

Somehow putting my degree on the gas grill isn’t satisfying, so I am going to wait on it. I will find somewhere to burn it, patience is needed is all.

And lets hear it for those that love us! Me particularly. LOL! I am not going to burn the Anitapedia now. Someone I know pointed out, that lots of hard work went in to that so why not self publish since I have been waiting almost nine years. So I will. It needs some tweaks but it is going to go to Lulu.com.

As soon as it is up, I will let everyone know.

Working on some free online classes. Trying to make me more marketable. The money situation sucks, which is why lulul.com. Just trying to hang in there a while longer and hope a job materializes.

Hmmm… Poor Darla…

Via Mrs Giggles’ blog.

I guess you’ve all heard by now, that Darla, the ex assistant of author, Laurell K Hamilton, is attempting to pen her own book.

She has an excerpt up on her My Space page.

It’s…. interesting.

Let me give you a snapshot:

I was dreaming, and something was off. Something was poking me on the side in my dream and it didn’t really fit. Not that I ever remember what I dreamed right after I wake up. Just that I had been and it had been off. I am not my best right after I wake up. It takes me a while to get going. I do however have a good time sense even half asleep. I figured it was close to three AM by the feel. The poking continued. Wow, what a dream, the poking was following me in to wakefulness now too. That was definitely a first for me.

More pokes. Definitely not asleep now, so it had to be really happening. I could only hope it wasn’t a rat or some other vermin. Some of the nicest hotels will have issues if there has been a natural disaster nearby causing the wild life to seek refuge where they can. Such is life.

I cracked open my eyelids to look at the clock I knew would be there. Yup, I was right. It was 2:38 AM and black toes nails. Even to my befuddled mind that made no sense. I don’t keep black toe nails on my nightstand.

As I said, I am not my best right after I wake up and it took another minute for me to remember I was not home, snug in my own bed but at FictionConWest with Miriam. I was sleeping on the floor of the living room part of the suite. I needed to be handy in case Miriam needed me, which meant camping out on the floor. But that was okay with me. However, the time and the toenails were not.

I needed to roll a bit to see who it was. Both Miriam and Howard had their toe nails painted black. I should know I made them the appointment at the manicurist before we left Kansas. The edge of a black silk robe was no help either. They both had identical ones. No, nothing to do but keep letting my bleary gaze travel upward to see which of them was poking me.

It was Miriam, holding a pillow. Well, that was new. Was she planning on sleeping in here with me? Had she and Howard woke up and decided to fight? Though usually when they fought, it was Howard who wandered off to lick his wounds.

So, do we think that Miriam is LKH? *g*

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