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When I first spotted the article and photos about Pricasso the Penile Painter, my mind immediately concluded it must be about some French guy in prison who’s become famous for his paintings. Big deal, so what else is new? And then I thought… Wait a minute…if the guy is incarcerated then that would be “penal” and not penile, wouldn’t it? Right. So if he’s a penile painter, that means… Whoa…

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I’ve always been a strongly visual person, perhaps because I’m an artist as well as a writer. When I contemplate a new art project, I see a full, completed work of art in my mind before I ever set brush to canvas or pen to paper. The finished project rarely looks exactly like what I originally imagined because I make numerous changes along the way, but that original mind-glimpse serves as a

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Ah, yes, it’s great to be at the top. The pinnacle. The lofty summit of my success where I shall continue to reign and bask in triumph for decades to come. Of course I shouldn’t be at all surprised about all the acclaim and merriment. After all, my books have been steadily gaining in popularity. My reader fan base is expanding; new readers email me often to tell me how much they’ve enjoyed

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At the risk of alienating some of my wonderful non-hug-loving blog readers, I’m coming clean today and admitting one of my most annoying shortcomings. I’ve always been an affectionate person. A hugger. I guess some people might say I’m touchy-feely. It’s just the way I am. Longtime friends and family expect hugs, kisses and genuine happy-to-see-them enthusiasm from me. I don’t know, maybe this

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A journalist friend of mine sent me a hilarious list of similes, analogies and metaphors purportedly found in actual high school essays. The original email making the rounds (for years now) is titled: Why English Teachers Die Young. The list is prefaced with this (or a similar) statement: “Every year, English teachers from across the country can submit their collections of actual analogies and

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I’m a natural-born gourmet cook who’s always enjoyed a very special bond with food. It’s been a definite love-hate relationship for decades now. I love to cook food; smell it; touch it; create with it; serve it to guests and watch them savor it; discuss its marvels and intricacies; educate others about it; and more. Most of all, I love to eat it; to feel the textural sensations on my tongue; to

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I’ll admit it--and if you’re a regular reader of my blog you already know it--I have a penchant for writing posts that often veer toward the ridiculous, the inane, the nonsensical. I can’t help it. It’s the way my brain is wired. I love to laugh and it tickles me to no end when something I write makes readers laugh. Well, the exception, of course, would be having readers laugh at my serious, more

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From me, Daisy Dexter Dobbs, that’s who! I’m excited to announce the release today of my newest Ellora’s Cave book, Last Strathulian Standing, the first book in my Valiant Hearts series. As you’ll see from the blurb and excerpt that follow, this shapeshifter ménage à trois fantasy set in the antediluvian era (a time before recorded history) is quite a departure from the previous books I’ve

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I imagine, dear readers, that each time you visit my blog you’re thoroughly and entirely captivated by this wildly talented, strangely exotic, darkly mysterious and incredibly mesmerizing writer known as Daisy Dexter Dobbs. I know it’s difficult. You can’t help yourselves, can’t tear yourselves away. You must have more. As you read through the DDD archives you find yourself overcome with

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I’m catching up slowly but I’m still way behind where I should be. That means today’s post will be shorter than usual. (*insert deafening noise of throngs of readers erupting in thunderous cheers here*) Anyway, even when brevity is key, I continue to astound myself by being terribly witty and clever, as you’ll no doubt agree after finishing this post. So as I apply nose to grindstone in

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Hello my little sugar plums! I’m still recovering so today’s post is going to be short--but oh so sweet! I figured since writing one of my typically wordy (although exceedingly witty) posts when I have an ungodly amount of work (unfinished manuscripts, interviews, preparing for my upcoming book release and…oh…I’m starting to hyperventilate just thinking about it all) to catch up on is a really

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I’m normally not a whiner or complainer but holy jumpin’ Jehosaphats, people! Have you ever had an acute inflamed sciatica where every time you sit, stand, recline (my favorite term instead of dealing with the lie-lay conundrum), turn, bend or breathe too hard it spasms? And each startling spasm makes you gasp aloud, scaring the bejeezus out of anyone in the vicinity. And at the same time you’re

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Last night I watched an old movie I’d recorded on DVR, Bringing Up Baby, the 1938 screwball comedy directed by Howard Hawks and starring Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn. The story features Grant as David Huxley, an engaged-to-be-married egghead, all-business paleontologist whose main interest is completing a rare dinosaur skeleton for the museum. Hepburn plays Susan Vance, a scatterbrained

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My husband and I watched a show on the Travel Channel the other night called Super Swank. It was all about what the exceedingly rich do Las Vegas when it comes to dining, hotels, gambling, special favors, etc. Wow. What an eye-popping program. The $20,000 to $40,000 per night hotel rooms were mindboggling—especially the ones that were 4,000 square feet in size, larger than the average house.

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I’ve talked before about my daughter’s passionate for travel. You can see some traveling pics of her in this post I wrote about her travels in March of 2007. Jen is passionate about seeing the world and learning about other cultures, customs and people. She’s been to Mongolia (where she slept in the Gobi Desert in a ger, which is like a yurt) , Russia, Thailand (where she ate mystery meat),

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First it was the Olympics. It’s been years since I actually sat and watched the games but this year my husband got hooked and although I swore I wouldn’t get sucked in (too many other things to do!), I soon found myself watching too. My chin starts quivering and I bawl like a baby each time someone makes a critical error. Did you see what happened to poor Lolo Jones in the last moment of the

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I usually write seven days a week. It was uncharacteristically hot and uncomfortable here in Portland last week (over 100), especially over the weekend. Unlike Chicago, where we lived for many years and the summers are hot and humid, most people here in Portland don’t even have air conditioning because it’s so rarely needed. That was a weird eye-opener when we came out here to look for a house.

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I just love sales, don’t you? Who doesn’t enjoy getting something they want for less, hmmm? Fabulous things, frivolous things, favorite things like clothes and shoes and purses and jewelry and bazillion-thread-count sheets and shiny gourmet cookware and handy dandy breast implants! Breast Implants? Whoa, wait a minute…that’s a new one on me. In fact, when I first spotted this $750-off ad in

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In case you don’t already know this, when you put cream or lotion on your hands it immediately takes eighteen years off their appearance. Unfortunately the wondrous effects only last for about ten minutes. That means you have to take a tiny bottle of the lotion with you when you go out and keep reapplying it at nine-minute intervals--no matter what--if you don’t want the people you’re with to

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I’d never read Batman comics as a kid (I preferred Superman), so I didn’t know a lot about the character. Ultimately, the Batman I came to know was from the fabulously funny, clever and campy TV show starring Adam West, Burt Ward as Robin and Cesar Romero as the Joker. With its cartoon-come-to-life look and feel, the series was designed to appeal to both kids and adults. Early in our marriage,

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INTRODUCTION: The DHL delivery man just left. Daisy’s new computer has arrived. Breathing a tuneful sigh, she sits staring at the unopened boxes, uneasy about meeting the sleek new machine that will soon take the place of her beloved but ailing dinosaur of a computer. As grief and guilt mingle with the joy of making a newfound friend, Daisy pours herself a glass of cabernet and prepares to pen

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THE BAD NEWS FIRST . . . There’s a good reason why I haven’t been online much or posted another blog for a while. My wonderful, trusty computer is dying. Coughing. Sputtering. Clinging to life by a thread. I’ve known it was ailing for about a year, so I coddled it. I treated it as kindly as I could, considering that for the past five years I’ve made the poor thing labor all day, every day and

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Gotcha with that title, didn’t I? While I know how much you’d probably love to have me gush forth, dazzling you by dishing up noxious dirt on my fellow romance writers, sorry, that ain’t gonna happen. Whoa! Wait! Don’t leave yet! It’s not that I couldn’t offer some fabulously juicy tidbits guaranteed to leave you bug-eyed and gasping with surprise. Oh, the stories I could tell! After all, I’ve

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Hawkins: I'd like to get in, get on with it, get it over with, and get out. Get it? Ravenhurst: Got it. Hawkins: Good. I have to admit that the erotic romance writer in me laughingly lingers on that little snippet of dialogue from The Court Jester (1955), one of my favorite Danny Kaye movies. I can just imagine writing a sex scene where the hero verbalizes his lusty desires to the heroine

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As promised in my recent Daisy Unintentionally Stirs Up Controversy post, I’ve decided to share the fact with you that some male readers perceived my Skinny Size Zero Women with Balloon Breasts post as male-bashing while some female readers viewed it as skinny-slamming. In part two of this discussion I presented comments from males who thought my post was unfair to men. Today I bring you part

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