Emma Weylin

Archive for March 20th, 2010

So….

Won an award on a game.

Way cool, right? You bet! Even got this uber awesome gold trophy to go with it. I have it put on display in my little home in this game.

So, 49 other people get the silver award for being among the first 50. Well, the developers of the game had a little oops and gave everyone the gold!

Of course I know these things happen and will be sorted out sometime next week, no big deal.

Being an online game, it has a forum where people can go to get help, ask questions, argue, and the like. Well, someone started a tread about being very concerned they got an award they did not earn. (Wonderful person — bless them) To which I replied in what I hope was in a humors ways, because, well, I knew it would be fixed “soon” so it really isn’t a big deal (As long as those other gold trophies become silver like they are supposed to:P)

More like this one.

Anyway, in response to my joke someone posted:

LOL are you saying they are in Wolfs clothing? LOL that is cute [smiley face was here] i am sure it will get fixed. after all you were the first you should have gold.

Apparently my ability to catch a joke that day just wasn’t there. I totally didn’t get it. Now that it’s come back to smack me in the back of the head. It is wonderfully funny.

For those as slow as I was, I will explain it.

One of my names in game is ElenoraWolf, from two of my characters.

She meant was I asking if they were all pretending to be me! HA! Now I should get the idiot award for not getting it until today.

It would have been finished days ago, but there was this little nibbler-type thing that kept me away from my Word files……

I did it! I finally finished Spell Bound. Rune Savage and Clover Rossum are now happily together. Well, maybe not, you know, the ending is always so suspenseful in romance. Will they or will they not have their Happily Ever After? Is the writer sadistic enough to carry the reader though an entire 400 pages with the expectation of an eternal love, only to butcher the hero in the end? Leaving the oh so beautiful maiden sobbing over his grave?

Of course not, it’s romance.

It’s the reason so many women read them. (Yes, I am going to keep deluding myself that is the only reason to love romance, so please, don’t mention any other possible steamy or naughty reason [my mother reads this blog, you naughty person you!]) Because everyone has that happy fuzzy feeling at the end, even the ugly hunch back villainess who didn’t get the manly stud for herself, because she learned that real beauty comes from the “inside”. Then in a tragic twist of fate, this villainess woman gets into a horrific accident where she loses her hunch back, has a face lift, a boob job (Yes I said it) a tummy tuck, height reduction surgery (all heroines must be no taller than 5’3” while the man is at least a good 6’6”), and has all her crooked yellow teeth fixed into the perfect sized chompers in a pearly hue so the next over muscled play boy can come and sweep her off her feet in the second book of the series where the villain is a dangerously sexy man!

So……you guessed it, he can learn his lesson and fall madly in love with a door mouse in the final book of the series.

Okay, so where is this going other than apparently I am in Diva mode and feeling snarky and irritable? I have no idea. Its 3AM and I have to be up in a few hours, but am too excited to sleep! Go me! Maybe I should go play a game…..or, maybe……Law and Gypsy are calling……Magic bound awaits…….
Damn character voices…..they never shut up…..maybe that’s why I always have a headache? (No not that kind of headache! Ha! Yes, I do know what you were thinking. My husband is perfectly happy-TMI, I know.)

Okay, in all seriousness, I know I am making fun of a genre many love and not just women. It totals over 50% of all fiction sales. That’s a wonderful thing, but everyone should be able to poke fun at themselves and I hadn’t met my daily word quota since the last chapter ended up being a short chapter. Anyway, I am think I am going to shut-up now before I manage to get myself into trouble.

p.s. you know it’s bad when you want to call a frog a hopper in a novel.