BRAINPAN LEAKAGE

Okay, faithful readers of my ramblings, time for another episode of Just the FAQ’s, with your host…Me!

(Aren’t you just all atwitter?)

So, let’s just jump right into it…

The first letter reads: Dear MR. I recently broke up with my girlfriend and now I really want to get back together with her. I just know that if she heard “Witchy Woman” on your show with a dedication from me, that she would take me back with open arms and let bygones be bygones. I would be forever grateful if you could do that for me. Signed, Heartbroken in Hoboken…

All right, H in H, let me see if I can help you out here…Our first long distance dedication is…

Had ya’ goin’ there for a minute, didn’t I? (Oh, come on, humor me…)

So, anyway, on to the FAQ’s!

1) Every time I log on to Myspace you are online. Are you addicted or what? Shouldn’t you be writing or something?

No, I’m not addicted, and me being continuously online is nothing more than a cruel illusion. Remember, I used to be a computer guru before I became a scary writer guy for a living. I have way too many computers around here, and at any given time during the day I might check in on Myspace using any one of them, depending on what room I happen to be in at the time. But, also remember that I am old, so sometimes I forget to log out. Actually, most of the time I forget to log out…Soooo, it’s not unusual for at least one computer here in the house to be logged into the account 24/7, thereby creating the illusion that I need neither sleep, nor time to do anything else.

And, yes, I should be writing or something…

2) Who is the leggy babe on your myspace backgrounds? Can I get her number?

The “leggy babe” (and yes, I agree, she is a leggy babe, which is probably why her legs are featured prominently in most of the backgrounds where she appears) …Anyway, said “leather clad vixen” is a friend and part-time model by the name of Wendi O’Brien. She posed for the covers of Love Is The Bond and All Acts Of Pleasure, as well as the promotional posters for both books. There is actually an article about the LITB photo shoot and an interview with the cover artist, Johnathan Minton, in one of my earlier snail-mail newsletters.

And, no, you may not have her number. Not from me at any rate. Besides, you don’t really want it, trust me. She’s even meaner than she looks.

On an interesting note: In keeping with the theme of the trilogy, the cover of The End Of Desire will also feature Miranda as its focal point, however, Wendi will not be modeling for that photo this time. Reknowned Pagan Artist, Mickie Mueller has been retained to actually pose for it, and the photo session is occuring later this month (Feb 2007). As usual, well known (and very bizarre) graphic artist, Johnathan Minton, owner of Woodblock Graphic Design, is producing the artwork for the cover and will be directing the photo shoot.

3) Do you listen to music when you write, and if so what do you listen to?

That largely depends on what I am writing. Sometimes I do the quiet thing, other times I have music blaring. However, I actually do have music playing most of the time. My selections are usually directly relative to the type of scene I am writing–for instance, when writing some of the more intense stuff I might be listening to such artists as Black Sabbath or Metallica. If the passage/chapter I am working on is a bit more mellow then you might find Enya or Loreena McKennitt in the CD Tray.

4) What does the M. R. stand for?

Mister.

Well, not really, but you wouldn’t believe me if I told you, so best we leave it at that. Suffice it to say, my name actually ends in a Jr. My father was, of course, Sr. Soooo, there were two of us hung with the name.

5) Out of all of your books, which one is your favorite?

The one I am working on at the time. Really. Truth is they are all a labor of love, and in a sense that question is almost like asking a parent which of their children they love the most. Even so, as much as I am fond of all of my books, my favorite is always the one I am working on at the time.

6) What brand of cigars do you smoke?

The same brand as Rowan. CAO’s preferably the MX2, but I’ll set fire to, and puff on, just about anything CAO produces. I also enjoy Santa Damiana’s, Cruz Real’s, and Arturo Fuente’s among others.

As to any other specifics, I am a fan of Maduro wrappers and a fairly good size ring gauge (52 and above), although I definitely won’t turn down smaller gauges, or EMS wrappers. Hell, I won’t turn down a free cigar at all…

Okee-dokee…there you have it for this episode…Hope it was enlightening, and if not, at least mildly entertaining.

MR

Sometimes, it is the little things in life that are the trigger…

For me, I think there are several of those little things, but among them is the wonderful, fattening, artery clogging, Egg Nog.

It doesn’t matter what sort of decorations appear on homes, in yards, at the mall, or anywhere else. Commercials on TV don’t hold a candle to it. Even Santa riding across the snowy hills on a Norelco ™ electric razor…(Yeah, unfortunately I am old enough to remember that when it originally aired…) Music, yeah whatever. Salvation Army buckets–here have some change, but it just ain’t doing it for me. Yule tree–pretty, but so what…

But, Egg Nog…Now there you have it. For me, the holidays have officially arrived when Egg Nog appears on the grocery store shelves (which it has been doing earlier and earlier every year…)

Now, I need to point out a couple of things. Yes, I do purchase commercial Egg Nog. Yes, I do doctor it with libations from the over 21 cabinet. However, commercial Egg Nog is by far an inferior product to the good old homemade “boiled custard” I fondly recall from my youth. I remember watching my grandmother (I called her Gram) and my mother standing at the stove, carefully and constantly stirring the nectar as it heated, thickened, and turned from mere milk, eggs, sugar, etc, into the drink that brings good cheer…

I, of course, have the family recipe deeply ingrained in my memory, and have, from time to time, emulated that scene, making a batch of the Holiday Indulgence for family and friends. Unfortunately, I don’t always have the time necessary to do it properly…And, when making good old fashioned Southern boiled custard, one cannot rush…

Two cartons of the commercial Nog have taken up residence in my refrigerator even as I type this. While they certainly aren’t “the real thing” in my way of mind, they are close enough to trigger the delightful memory…And, even though they just moved in, I suspect that a glass, some good Kentucky Bourbon, and I will be evicting them fairly soon…

Then, I guess some of their relatives will have to move in to fill the vacant spots…Temporarily, of course.

MR