Chemo Tastes Yummy with Chocolate Spiders, Groovy Frida, and Some Slightly Dark Planning

Fine, so this title might be drunk on fallacious wishful thinking (nothing makes chemotherapy infusions taste yummy) but… taking Groovy Frida with me will certainly make the experience better. The same would have probably been true of a luscious chunk of chocolate (that tried to escape my bite by pretending to be a spider), if I hadn’t already eaten it.

This camouflaged whining or acknowledgement of the fact that chemo meds taste like something has gone terribly wrong in your mouth is not meant to imply that nothing makes the chemo experience less disgusting. I’m just saying that I fight yuck with yum. Yep, I spend the whole time (my body is being poisoned back to health) sipping coffee… and snacking on frozen mango, baked corn chips, yogurt with roasted nuts on top… and yes, drinking enough water to house a very small galaxy of tiny sharks.

Also, I always go to long appointments with a project I enjoy completing. This week, I will write something for Friday Fictioneers (maybe add a bit to “Cages Can Kill”. There will also be editing, blackout supplies, and… of course, a delightful book or three to read (or to listen to, if my vision starts to get blurry). Then again, there is the chance that I will never get to any of these things, since my sweet Boy is coming with me… and not running our mouths is not one of our superpowers (thank goodness for that!).

the now gone spidery chocolate I spoke of, a mushroom sculpture, a batty-book pin, and a copy of Ghosts of Christmas Past, edited by Tim Martin.
(I can’t wait to share Neil Gaiman’s contribution with you! Soon…)
from Winter Moon Books

my Groovy Frida has been moving around the house, looking for a spot to call home. I think the Crow is whispering sweet nothings in her ear, saying, “Stay here forevermore”.  Yep, he really wants that shiny skull.
from Groovy Gothic

if you know The Insomniac, you will probably be as shocked as I was to find out that she completed her 2019 Slightly Darker Monthly Planner early. Nope, she is not possessed by the ghost of crafty past. I checked. She’s probably just trying to impress her gorgeous baby granddaughter.
from the Insomniac’s Attic (you can print your own copy here)

Yvonne, Emma, Lynne, thank you for the gifts (and for the company).
Thank you all for helping me battle the yuck with yum.


What about you, my Wicked Luvs,
how do you battle the yuck life throws your way?


Art Matters (it is Known… and Felt)

I’ve never loved a book by its cover. But… the Universe and the NYC Public Library can probably tell you all sorts of tales of just how much I’ve lusted after a book cover (or 13). Not just because said covers show how good use of one’s “imagination can change the world”, as my darling Neil Gaiman has suggested, but also because some book covers tell stories all by themselves.

Take the cover of Lost Naked Furious, by Nils Ödlund, as an example. Am I the only one intrigued by the creature on the cover (and her glorious hair)? We must wait until Nov 27th to meet her, but in celebration of her arrival, Nils is offering the first two books in the series for free here and here (for 3 days).


Do I even have to say anything about the cover and title of Neil Gaiman’s Art Matters? I did not think so… I mean, who can look at that ready-to-battle fist and pencil, and not think, Let’s create and experience some art that roars!


Then comes the talent of Michelle Kennedy on the cover of The Trouble with Wanting, and Other Not-Quite Faerie Tales, by Rommy Cortez-Driks. A wee glance into the eyes of the charming crone on the cover leaves most of us (ok, me) with a feeling that shouts, “I bet she’s made of more than sugar and spice and all sorts of things that probably aren’t always nice.” Nope, my Luvs, you don’t have to take my word for it, the truth is spelled clear in “What’s a Little Blood to a Mother’s Heart?”

To experience Rommy’s not-quite faerie tales, grab a copy of her book here or here. Also, you can win copies of the collection here, here, here, and here.


So, my Wicked Luvs, have you ever read a book because of its cover? I have. That is how my love affair with One Hundred Years of Solitude began: I was tempted by its outside… then, forever fascinated by the tale told in its insides.