Benedict and Me

Thanks for all your birthday wishes yesterday.

Over the weekend, we had my party. It was toned down from previous years, but I enjoyed it just fine. The theme was “Monsters, Cuddly Ones” and it turned out to mean a lot of people wearing Sesame Street and The Muppets clothing. I’m sure you’ll like knowing that Elmo was on a pair of red panties and Big Bird grinned from a speedo. All in all, though, it was a lot of t-shirts, a big hat covered in stuffed animals, and a couple hand-drawn images of Bert and Ernie in compromising positions. And you saw Thorny’s Cookie Monster cupcakes. He made 40 of them. ;-)

Carter said, "Pretty kitty" and distracted Ben.

Carter said, “Pretty kitty,” and distracted Ben.

The title of this post, though, refers to just about the best gift I’ve ever received and Carter gave him to me.

Saturday morning, well before the party, Carter hauls us out on the road. Won’t say a word about where we’re going. We stop at the ATM for him to get some cash. I know the party’s that evening, so I’m thinking maybe a farmer’s market or something similar. Getting more supplies and those places usually only accept cash. Nope. Carter pulls up to PetSmart. He tells me we’re going to adopt whatever shelter cat I want, happy birthday.

That’s my boy over there. I named him Benedict after one of my other favorite gingers, and he’s already answering to it. When he feels like it. I get the feeling he knows his life’s going to be better now. He purrs all the time, head butts me, and will sit on my lap at every opportunity. He’s claimed every window, gotten hair on every surface, and yowls for his supper. A laser pointer and a shoelace are his favorite toys.

Did you know when they neuter a cat that they give them implants? I was not aware of this and thought maybe we’d have to get him fixed, but it turns out he’s got little marbles back there. Must be for self-esteem. He does spend an awful lot of time inspecting them.

During my birthday party, it was, like Thorny mentioned, practically a baby shower. Apparently, just about everyone knew I was getting a cat and I now have everything anyone could possibly need to care for one. Bowls, mats, beds, toys, treats, and boxes of cat litter. We’re stocked for a few months at least.

Last night, I heard my prosthesis fall over — I usually prop it against the wall. This morning, I woke to see Ben backed into the cup of it where my thigh goes. Apparently, in addition to most of my pillow and the bed beyond our feet, my leg’s now his too.

It was a very good birthday. :-)

A Great Big Thank You


I just want to send out a big THANK YOU to everyone who’s supported me in the journey that has been writing and publishing SPLINTERS. Your words have been encouraging for years now and to see the things you have to say now that the book is out there really humbles and amazes me. You call me Sunshine, but you all are mine <3

This is going to be a big week for a few reasons.

First, as requested, I’ve added some new items to the Sunshine Shop :) You can now get all kinds of things with the SPLINTERS book cover printed on it. There’s even a very special signed-by-the-author version of a few things <3

We all had a lot of fun over the weekend, but I’m going to let Alec talk all about it on Wednesday. Just know it was fantastic fun and someone finally has something he’s been wanting for a long time. You would’ve thought we went to a strange sort of baby shower ;) Be sure to stop by tomorrow for the official day of celebration.

And lastly, I’ve been working on something for a while now, hinting, teasing a little, and it’s finally ready for the big reveal. No, it’s not another book, but it is me being artistic. I do hope you like it, but you’ll have to wait until Friday to see it :P Deedles, you should be especially thrilled, actually, because you supplied the name of this thing ;)

I Feel Like Somebody


I got a delivery of paperbacks yesterday. WITH MY NAME ON THEM :D

I was an author before this, but now I feel like an AUTHOR. There’s physical evidence, proof right there in my hand. Like some might say, “And what do you do?” And I will take out my book and say, “I am an AUTHOR. See? I wrote this.”

They smell good. They feel nice on my fingers. They have a good weight in my hands. They don’t taste very good, but I only licked the cover once, accidentally, while smooching it.

I am an AUTHOR :)


So Amazon went a little early. Oops. Since it’s already selling, I’m just gonna go ahead and tell you all right now.


eBook cover (click to embiggen)

eBook cover (click to embiggen)

Buy Links

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:star: CreateSpace Paperback


Waking up in a strange place isn’t a first for model and actor Allan Seville, but discovering himself alone and bound to a rough plank in the middle of an open Texas range certainly is. With no memory of who did this to him or why, panic sets in, until rescue comes riding up on a big, brown horse.

There’s more to Duke Walters than a handsome face and sexy drawl. In the arms of this rugged cowboy, Al discovers a peace and safety he never knew he needed, and now doesn’t want to be without.

But someone wants Al out of the way and drugging him during a movie junket in Houston is only the beginning. A world of differences may separate this cowboy and diva, but when danger strikes again, Duke might be the only one who can get them out alive.

I wrote a book. It's buyable now. I'm gonna go relax.

I wrote a book. It’s buyable. I’m gonna go relax now while you read it.