Dita Parker

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Fright night

'Tis the night - the night
Of the grave's delight,
And the warlocks are at their play;
Ye think that without
The wild winds shout,
But no, it is they - it is they.
~Arthur Cleveland Coxe
Eat, drink and be scary, dearest denizens! Hair-raising Halloween.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

I'll stand by you

Sweetie darlings, I'm stepping out of the den tomorrow evening to meet up with two of my very best friends on this planet, or any planet, really. Women I can call at three in the morning. Women I love, admire and respect. Women who know my every hurt and secret, women who trust me with theirs. That kind of friends. We've laughed and cried together for almost thirty years now and if we're very lucky, we're laugh and cry together for thirty more.

I will see you Sunday evening/Monday morning then! Behave!! And don't forget to pop by the 69 Shades blog for the Halloween ditty I wrote starring this gent, The Rake in the Lake.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

'Tis the season

...to be jealous, fa la la la la la la la la. Of what? You'll have to visit Cindy Spencer Pape's blog to find out! Hope to see you there.

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Monday, October 15, 2012

No need to argue

Sorry, I'm not in. I'm on Delilah Devlin's blog talking about heroes in romance, why readers love them and authors love to write them. Am I right or am I wrong? You tell me, but I had an epiphany.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

It only hurts when I laugh

What. A. Week. I'm sorry I couldn't spend it or share it with you, sweetie darlings. See you tomorrow on Delilah Devlin's blog?

Monday, October 8, 2012

Find you hot, leave you wet

Sorry, I'm not in. I'm at 69 Shades talking about a topical issue. No, not that Genoan lost at sea. That was 520 years ago. Let's talk about this week, Fire Prevention Week, and what you could give a loved one this holiday season. What's in it for you?  Hot firefighters. Oh yes.

Friday, October 5, 2012

Oh, James!

So who's your favorite? James Bond, that is? Mine is Timothy Dalton. Oh yes. 

Timothy, you tugged at my heart-strings in a way that none of those cads ever did or could. I'm not falling for Sean's bedroom eyes or Roger's wit. George I barely even registered and Pierce didn't stand a chance. I could never accept him because he replaced you, Timothy. And they said you were one-dimensional. Please. You were subtle in the way classically trained actors usually are, but they never got it, did they, that you were the perfect Bond, Ian's Bond. Dark and tortured and edgy.

A lot like Daniel is, actually. But a blonde James Bond...? Couldn't wrap my head around that for the longest time, not with the vision of you, Timothy, burned in my brain as my Bond, Ian's Bond, the Bond, but I have to admit he's doing a pretty good job. He'll never have your innate warmth and sweetness coupled with all that raw intensity, he's too hard somehow, but I'm trying to give credit where credit is due. I'd put my life in his hands as I would have yours. Those other James'...I was not so sure about. 

So cheers, Timothy! Nobody does it better, and that's all there is to it.

Monday, October 1, 2012

Writers to the rescue

Sorry, I'm not in. I'm at Lissa Matthews' blog talking about reading, banned and challenged writings, and a world without books. 

Can you imagine one?