ReVamped teasers
So much cool stuff to report. First, I've been asked to emcee an awesome "Rock the Runway" event, a teen fashion show on Make a Difference Day (Saturday, October 23rd) at the Cooper Memorial Library. (That's right, not L, ME. Score!) I'm working with my brainy boy Bobby to figure out how I can even show up on film, because I am so going to rock that little red dress. It's for a good cause, tool geared for ages 16-25 and will include a food drive to benefit local food banks. I'm so stoked! More deets as they become available.
In other news, I've been asked for some teasers for ReVamped (more, anyway, than you can read here). I'll nag L to update our webpage soon, but in the meantime, here are a couple of snippets:
Responsibility sucked rocks. Until a few months ago, I hadn’t been responsible for anything more than color-coordinating my wardrobe. But foil one vampire vixen bent on world domination and suddenly people expect all kinds of things. Some days it just didn’t pay to wake up dead.
"You…you're kind of, um, hot." Bobby said, rising from his place at the table beside Agent Stuffed.
I blinked. "Well, duh, but-"
"No, I mean you're smokin', as in an actual fire hazard. And your skin is kind of, ah, peeling."
My hands flew up to my face, and I screamed. My skin felt like the outside of a fire-roasted marshmallow.
There's a little less than a month left to submit your entry for the minions contest. Wow me!
In other news, I've been asked for some teasers for ReVamped (more, anyway, than you can read here). I'll nag L to update our webpage soon, but in the meantime, here are a couple of snippets:
Responsibility sucked rocks. Until a few months ago, I hadn’t been responsible for anything more than color-coordinating my wardrobe. But foil one vampire vixen bent on world domination and suddenly people expect all kinds of things. Some days it just didn’t pay to wake up dead.
"You…you're kind of, um, hot." Bobby said, rising from his place at the table beside Agent Stuffed.
I blinked. "Well, duh, but-"
"No, I mean you're smokin', as in an actual fire hazard. And your skin is kind of, ah, peeling."
My hands flew up to my face, and I screamed. My skin felt like the outside of a fire-roasted marshmallow.
There's a little less than a month left to submit your entry for the minions contest. Wow me!