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Sunday, March 04, 2007

New Blogger?

Can I just ask why certain people feel the need to 'fix' things that are not broken? Signing into this new blogger is a pain in the ass, I still can't post on other people's blogs and have NO idea WHY as I've followed all their pesky instructions. Perhaps this is a sign. A sign that I'm just not ment to blog. A sign that I'm better off saving my limited time to writing on my books instead of cruising blogs and trying to post. Who is Google to tell me I must update and roll a perfectly working blog into their new program anyway?

I'm just in a rant. I couldn't post to my friends' napped blogs yesterday and I've given up today.

And I can't find my phones, which means the batteries are dead.

Did I mention the youngest has the barfies again? Joy.

I'm going to go eat more coffee beans now and then find some characters to kill off.


Friday, September 15, 2006

Expectations and Willy Wonka

The problem with exectations are that you...well, you expect them or the quality of them to live up to a certain level in your mind. There's a profound thought. hahaha.

So this week has taught me to expect a wee bit less on many, many levels.

First off there was the cancelled minitrip. I should do 'the bright side', I get to save on four hundred miles worth of gas--well, eight with the return trip. But damn, I sure wanted to go. However, an 8 y.o. with the barfies who has undoubtedly passed said virus to his younger brother is not really condusive to a long road trip. sigh. I swear if htere is a vomit bug within a mile of us, my kiddos will get it. Actually, it's going through the school. so it's been fun.

I'd 'expected' to be further along with Deadly Deceptions than I currently am this week (read above paragraph). And speaking of Deadly Deceptions, it'd be really, really, REALLY damn nice if those Kinncaid wouldn't throw those curve balls I didn't see coming, if they did the EXPECTED thing. But I'm working with it. I like this twist actually, so anywho....

And then there is the fact of females and salons. Why do we go into salons wiht ideas of what our hair should look like when we come out? Actually, I'm not that difficult to please. Really, I'm not. I was to the point that my hair was hitting below my shoulders and I knew I had to either trim it or style it because it was just ...blah... A damned if I didn't deserve to look HOT. So I decided to go really, REALLY WILD. That's right, WILD, with my very own classic bob. I know, could I have been any more conservative? But it was shorter, stress free and looks good. I'm thinking, new 'do', I'm looking gooooooood with my new hair and cool shades. It's about chin level. Yeah, so I pick up my darling children from school. My youngest says, "You cut your hair!" My oldest. "Yeah, you did."
"Get buckled up, boys, we're holding up the line."
"You look like..." --the youngest. "Like.. I know! Willy Wonka!"
Oldest. "YOU DO!"
OHMYGOD. Just the look I was going for. Johnny Depp in drag. --then again is there such a thing?
I love my children. They really keep things in perspective. :)

Have a LOVELY weekend! ~ Jaycee

Saturday, August 19, 2006

THE DREAM --NOW available from Cerridwen Press

The Dream By Jaycee Clark

Sometimes life teaches a woman that she must learn to stand on her own against adversity, even when she knows there are others who will stand with her.

The eccentric Jason Claymere, Marquis of Ravensworth, is looking for a wife. Since he doesn't believe in love, any wife should do. But the current offerings—innocents and frightened young fillies—cringe at his scarred countenance, and widows simply cannot be trusted. Hardened from the years spent in war, he has no real use for society's strictures.

Emily Smith, a young American widow, leaves battered memories behind as she searches for her mother and her maternal family in England. What she finds instead is danger and a handsome marquis who saves her life. However, Emily will never trust another man—to be at the mercy of any man ever again is unacceptable.

While these two waltz around pride and deeply imbedded fears, someone rages as he plots revenge. Jason and Emily must learn to trust each other before both their pasts rip them apart forever.

Read an excerpt
Genre : Romance - Historical
Book Length: Super Plus Novel

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Our newest family member.

Here's Mia. She's a Tri colored Welsh Corgie. Isn't she just the cutest thing? The boys and I just love her. The cats don't care for her much, but that's okay too. :) Today she gets to meet the rest of the fam at the reunion.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Caving, Exploring and Camping--Oh My

How do single parents do it? Really! There must be some secret, some...wise bit of advice? I stand in awe, truly, I do. Why, one might ask... Well, I, me, myself and I had a trip planned with my two wondrous children. There was the well thought out, planned for road trip that didn't happen.

Soooo, with life as it was, we downsized.

Packing takes longer with only one adult doing it. :) Or maybe I'm just too slow. Anyway, we finally pull out of our driveway around 3:30 on a Tuesday afternoon. Stop for bathrooms, fuel, dinner.

Now, in case any are curious, if you drive from Hobbs, NM to Carlsbad, NM, say around midnight, the stars are really cool. My seven y.o and I saw several shooting stars. FYI, even on a Tuesday night the motels are full. FULL. BOOKED. NO VACANCY. This isn't a bustling metropolis, it's not like it's a weekend, or having an end of school thing. Finally at 2 am, I found a room at a mom and pop place. A bed, that was all I cared about. Rather nice bed too. But I digress. (This is where that prior planning would have come in handy). So we get up the next morning, later than I had planned, but come on...I'm tired. I figure, how long can it really take to hike through the Caverns?

So we get to Carlsbad and I say, "Of course we're going to hike down from the natural entrance" (vs. The elevator--where's the fun?). Now, here in Central TX, a mile-mile/half doesn't take that long to trek. Oh, but the difference is darkness, steep slick darkness. Did I mention the bats? It was cool as hell. I have to admit it. It really was. The formations were unbelievable. The kids liked it too. hahaha. Oh and what the hell happened to plain old shoe strings? The kind that TIE for the love of God? Well, the oldest's 'lace' (elastic band thingy) broke as we ate lunch half a mile under ground. Band aids have many, many uses. I assured him he didn't look stupid as the caves were so dark no one could see his shoe/lace/band thing. So I have lots of photos of speleothems or rather stalagmites and stalactites. And for any wondering, guano is used in makeup and several other things. My youngest was impressed with the giant fallen boulder and the fact that spiders lived down in the depths of the world by feeding off each other. :) I've decided that one day I shall take up spulunking. I think it'd be fun.

Then onto the inlaws for lots of visiting and playing with cousins. Next up, meeting up with grandparents so that we can all travel together. Red River, NM is a really neat community btw. Colorado here we come. And oh the lovely, wonderful, spectacular cool, wet weather. I LOVED it. I think everyone else did as well as we were all used to 100+ heat waves. Gotta love TX in August. Again fishing was a big hit (fishing in beaver ponds that is, not the lake--or so I was informed). My oldest wants a tackle box for his birthday. I think I can handle this. :) The youngest didn't care for fishing, liked digging for worms (hey--they're boys), but he refused to kill them on a hook and freed all the previously caught worms thoroughly aggravating his older brother. Fun time had by all. ;)

Then there was the camping experience. OK, so with my imagination, granted, I thought...hmmm...This is kinda creepy, WAY out here in the middle of nowhere. Grandparents and fam were all worried and concerned for me and the boys to go camping. It's trees, river, tent. No big deal, really. Everyone asked me if I had a gun. So anywho.... It gets dark and my youngest freaks. Literally has a panic attack once it got dark. Now this is around ten at night, the fire is finally roaring. We've inhaled several hotdogs and smores, have the sleeping bags and duffel in the tent ready for bedtime and stories.

BTW if you're out in national forrest land on an abandoned camp ground and the clouds have covered the sky---it is DARK. Not just, wait-for-the-eyes-to-adjust-to-the-starlight-dark. DARK. Can't see your hand in front of your face dark. Yeah, so my poor little one is freaking and we're trying to calm him down and he's plastered to my leg, won't budge. Now he's my adventurous one. Nothing is too scary, nothing can't be tried at least once. "If I move, Momma, the bad man might sneak up and snatch me". Hmmm. Perhaps all the 'don't move or a stranger will get you' speeches might have been uttered too often? No, apparently there are mean men that live in the woods. *cue in Deliverance music*

So we tried to get him into the tent. Nuh-huh. I mentioned how the kid wouldn't move right? Well, the tent is red and when I told him that no, a bear isn't going to eat us, he informed me that the bear might think our tent is cherry and be hungry and then try to eat it and if we're inside he'd eat us too. (really, HOW can one argue with that? )

"Anything else?" I asked.
"Yep, the trees."
"The trees?" I looked at the pines spearing up into the darkness on either side of the tent.
"They could fall on us while we're asleep and then we'd be dead."
The tent was quickly tossed into the back of the pickup along with all the other camping paraphenelia and the oldest and I doused the fire from the creek/river.
BTW, if you're ever in the Elk Mountains around Gothic, Colorado--Rustler's Gultch is really a great camping spot. (IF you don't have over imaginative five y.o.) :)
Needless to say when we arrived back at granny and pappy's place everyone was happy to see us. Apparently we were not meant to camp that evening. Poor little guy. I had to laugh.

There was also the ski lift, the waterfalls, more beaver pond fishing and 'gold' digging. (Iron pyrite sure does sparkle).

AND we have a new member in the family. If I get my digital downloaded, I'll upload a photo of Mia. :)

Have a great one!

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

What Reviewers Are Saying About ANGEL EYES

Praise for Angel Eyes

Recommended Read – Five Angels
“Angel Eyes is absolutely fantastic! She keeps readers on the edge of their seats throughout the book and her antagonists should definitely be feared.”~ Reviewed by: Jaymi for Fallen Angel Reviews

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“Jaycee Clark's ANGEL EYES is a keep-you-on-the-edge-of-your-seat suspenseful romance that sent shivers down my spine. With her compelling storyline and engaging characters, Jaycee Clark's ANGEL EYES is unforgettable.” ~ Sinclair Reid of
Romance Reviews Today

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“Angel Eyes is a spine tingling and extremely suspenseful novel. Ms. Clark’s story will keep you riveted to the pages.” ~ Reviewed by Susan Tam for The Road to Romance
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“Jaycee Clark writes romantic suspense extremely well. Her blend of twisted villains, steamy sex and tender romantic moments thrill me every time I read one of her books.” Reviewed by Nanette of Joyfully Reviewed
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4 hearts
“Ms. Clark has written a truly suspenseful tale. Reader’s who enjoy a writer who gives credit to their intelligence will definitely enjoy ANGEL EYES.” ~ Reviewed by Lil for Love Romances
5 crowns
“To be honest, I have been reading a lot of suspense stories but Angel Eyes is one of the best! It’s suspense with a capital S. If you like suspense, do yourself a big favour and read Angel Eyes.” ~ Reviewed by Annick of Euro Reviews

I'm ahhhllliiiiiivvveeeeee

What to blog about. I could rant and bitch all day, but really, that would gain very little. It's a sad fact I so suck at keeping up with this blogging thing (or anything anymore for that matter).

What am I doing? What have I been up to? Well, I realize that I haven't posted in ...jeeze, two and a half months. Flog me, tar and feather me--whatever. I'm doing good to meet dealines these days, but I'll attempt to be a better blogger.

Let's see, Angel Eyes was released back in April. I've since done the edits for print and it should be out next month I believe! (yeah). Also heard that THE DREAM is finally, yes that's right, FINALLY going to be out in August. I'm both excited and nervous over that one.

I've finished a novella for the TALONS Anthology with several other Samhain authors. I believe that will be out in October. I'm currently scrambling to meet a deadline for another antho with NCP and the characters are being too dang difficult. One would think with all the stress, they could be nice, my muse, Nyx (the witch) could let the inspiration flow. I'd be very appreciative.
I've also played with a couple of other genres, trying to branch out--those are under another name and I'm having fun with it, even though it's very challenging for me. We'll see how that goes.

For those interested, my PLAN is that after I finish the next three small projects I must get done, I'll launch into .... drumroll please... can anyone guess? No? No takers? Fine, I guess I'll just have to save that secret. But I'll give you a clue. The title begins with Deadly. ;)
Have a great day everyone. Hoping your week finds you all well and happy.


Monday, April 24, 2006


I suck at blogging. I do, I readily admit it. I go through spells when I seem to have lots to say, or lots to jaw about as my grandmother would have said. Then I go through spells where I don’t seem to have a thing to say or I’m so busy I just can’t get the time to talk about it.

Well, I’m excited as tomorrow I have a release of Angel Eyes. My first in a while. I’m nervous, not sure how people might take it, or like it, or whatever.
Guess we’ll see.

I did get another round of edits finished on The Dream, it’s now with FLE’s. J So maybe there will be a release date on that soon.

What have I learned lately.

That my grandmother knew ALL. That’s right. When all else fails in life, just think of what my grandmother would do. She’d be right, I’d bet you.

I’ve also learned that turtles are a heck of a lot faster than one might give them credit for, I won’t go into how I know this.

Six little boy cousins between the ages of two and seven can get soaked faster than you can blink when roasting hot dogs down at grandpa’s creek. But oh the fun. Frogs and rocks were big hits. And it doesn’t matter that their lips are blue, or that their teeth are chattering, of course they’re not cold—why the very idea!

Men who have sported guns most of their lives during whatever hunting season happens to be open, find women holding a gun, even an air pellet gun, sexy for some reason. Men.

Family is wonderfully dysfunctionally functional. We all have aunt know-it-alls and uncle I-can-do-it-betters and cousin I’m-better-than-yous, with the eccentrics thrown in for good measure. Am I the only one that sits back and thinks, one day I’m going to write a book and probably piss one of them off. Of course with a family as large as mine on whichever side you count, I’m bound to model someone after at least one of them.

Yard work with sunscreen is WISE. I am not wise. I am a lobster. You’d have thought I’d’ve learned after the beach blistering I got in March. No one ever said I was wise.

And to any wondering I’ve managed to cook several meals, even bake cakes, pies and cookies in the oven (not the microwave)without burning a thing. Yes, it’s nice when the kids yell, “Yay! Mom didn’t burn it!”

Small amusement parks that follow county fairs around, only use water to rid the rides of vomit! Think of that the next time you climb into the ‘rocket’, or the hammer with your true love. J
Have a lovely day!