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Friday, June 22, 2007
Pet Meme winners....
Winners:--
Cat: Princess
Dogs: Scotty.
Could you please send a mailing address for your prize? It's packed full of stuff for pet and person alike :)
Winners:--
Cat: Princess
Dogs: Scotty.
Could you please send a mailing address for your prize? It's packed full of stuff for pet and person alike :)
Labels: pet meme
¶ posted at 5:49 PM by Emily Veinglory 2 Comments
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Vote on the Pet Meme
The gift packages ready and need to get posted soon as I am moving--so one week to vote by comment or email at ERECmail at gmail.com:
Entries:--
Cat: Ripley, Princess, Molly
Dogs: Scotty, Sydney, Frinkle King and honorary dog Briana.
Did I miss anyone?
Entries:--
Cat: Ripley, Princess, Molly
Dogs: Scotty, Sydney, Frinkle King and honorary dog Briana.
Did I miss anyone?
Labels: pet meme
¶ posted at 12:30 PM by Emily Veinglory 3 Comments
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Pet Meme: Brianna the Bottomfeeder
Hi, Bri here. My owner Laura Bacchi is getting ready to adopt a dog, but until then I'm stuck with reviewing her work. I know the "Other" category is probably kaput, but what kind of prize would you give a fish anyway? So I told her I'd do it for kicks. See what a loyal pet I am? And how does she reward me...?
She puts this half-naked man right up against the tank. Scared the crap out of me. Yeah, yeah, I know. You're thinking that's a good thing because I'm a bottomfeeder and all. For the record, I'm a Corydoras Panda and I don't eat poop. Anyway, when my gills finally stop their frantic panting, I take a look. It's called Afterburn: A Collection of Erotic Romance. And it's futuristic smut. Just great. I'm stuck in a tank all day and she wants me to read about horny couples going where "no one has gone before." Strike one, Laura, because fish don't dream about the stars. They think about spawning under the seaweed in an actual ocean or hanging out in some romantic corral reef hideaway. Why couldn't you write some hot mermaid-shifter tale instead?
It's all downhill from there. Let's go over the blurbs.
The Heart of a Hunter: A man sent across the universe to find his brother's bride wants to keep her for himself. Well, it must be nice to have a choice of who you mate with. Me? A horny male panda fish gets tossed in the tank and we're a couple. No choice there.
Chella's Quest: A chemist will do anything to find the stolen formula of a powerful new narcotic--even sleep with the prime suspect. Okay, this one's not so bad. I only took one break while reading it to clean up some algae on the side walls.
And The Relic of the Heart? What's with all this global warming, environmental catastrophe stuff? Yikes! I was expecting a sexy romance, not a horror story. Maybe I'm better off in the tank after all...
Then we have the last story, The Andumi Effect. What kind of a title is this? I've known tropical fish with easier names to pronounce than that! So here I was expecting another man-woman thing and--whoa!--we've got a little guy-on-guy action. As if I don't see enough of that as it is with Mickey and Brandon. Those two guppies are always swimming around, chasing each other... You get the picture. I called 'em over. They tell me they can't read, so I have to suffer through yet another space romp with a lot of sex, and though it pains me to share this, they liked it.
The next thing I know they're swimming at full speed to hide in that stupid treasure chest you sunk in here last month. If they think I couldn't see what they were up to, then they're stupider than I thought. They were rockin' it so hard, we had waves.
So thanks for nothing, Laura. Hurry up and get the damn dog already, or since you're all into this "luv" stuff, how about a male bottomfeeder?
Hi, Bri here. My owner Laura Bacchi is getting ready to adopt a dog, but until then I'm stuck with reviewing her work. I know the "Other" category is probably kaput, but what kind of prize would you give a fish anyway? So I told her I'd do it for kicks. See what a loyal pet I am? And how does she reward me...?
She puts this half-naked man right up against the tank. Scared the crap out of me. Yeah, yeah, I know. You're thinking that's a good thing because I'm a bottomfeeder and all. For the record, I'm a Corydoras Panda and I don't eat poop. Anyway, when my gills finally stop their frantic panting, I take a look. It's called Afterburn: A Collection of Erotic Romance. And it's futuristic smut. Just great. I'm stuck in a tank all day and she wants me to read about horny couples going where "no one has gone before." Strike one, Laura, because fish don't dream about the stars. They think about spawning under the seaweed in an actual ocean or hanging out in some romantic corral reef hideaway. Why couldn't you write some hot mermaid-shifter tale instead?
It's all downhill from there. Let's go over the blurbs.
The Heart of a Hunter: A man sent across the universe to find his brother's bride wants to keep her for himself. Well, it must be nice to have a choice of who you mate with. Me? A horny male panda fish gets tossed in the tank and we're a couple. No choice there.
Chella's Quest: A chemist will do anything to find the stolen formula of a powerful new narcotic--even sleep with the prime suspect. Okay, this one's not so bad. I only took one break while reading it to clean up some algae on the side walls.
And The Relic of the Heart? What's with all this global warming, environmental catastrophe stuff? Yikes! I was expecting a sexy romance, not a horror story. Maybe I'm better off in the tank after all...
Then we have the last story, The Andumi Effect. What kind of a title is this? I've known tropical fish with easier names to pronounce than that! So here I was expecting another man-woman thing and--whoa!--we've got a little guy-on-guy action. As if I don't see enough of that as it is with Mickey and Brandon. Those two guppies are always swimming around, chasing each other... You get the picture. I called 'em over. They tell me they can't read, so I have to suffer through yet another space romp with a lot of sex, and though it pains me to share this, they liked it.
The next thing I know they're swimming at full speed to hide in that stupid treasure chest you sunk in here last month. If they think I couldn't see what they were up to, then they're stupider than I thought. They were rockin' it so hard, we had waves.
So thanks for nothing, Laura. Hurry up and get the damn dog already, or since you're all into this "luv" stuff, how about a male bottomfeeder?
Labels: pet meme
¶ posted at 6:38 PM by Laura Bacchi 9 Comments
Return of the Pet Meme
Last call for the Pet Meme. The contest will close at the end of this month. There is a lovely prize package for the top dog, and cat. All you have to do is send me a review or promo post written from the point of view of your pet. In June I will take votes and declare winners :)
Entries:--
Cat: Ripley, Princess, Molly
Dogs: Scotty, Sydney, Frinkle King.
Or see them all here.
With apologies to Don Marquis, here is one from my significant puppy:
what is interesting
is sheep
books are not interesting
even to chew
especially ebooks
although
i am told
in king of dragons
there is a dog
but it is really
a devil
or a dragon
or something
and a stinky body
in a ditch
which I would find interesting
but not as interesting as sheep
or a rabbit
Last call for the Pet Meme. The contest will close at the end of this month. There is a lovely prize package for the top dog, and cat. All you have to do is send me a review or promo post written from the point of view of your pet. In June I will take votes and declare winners :)Entries:--
Cat: Ripley, Princess, Molly
Dogs: Scotty, Sydney, Frinkle King.
Or see them all here.
With apologies to Don Marquis, here is one from my significant puppy:
what is interestingis sheep
books are not interesting
even to chew
especially ebooks
although
i am told
in king of dragons
there is a dog
but it is really
a devil
or a dragon
or something
and a stinky body
in a ditch
which I would find interesting
but not as interesting as sheep
or a rabbit
Labels: byemilyveinglory, pet meme
¶ posted at 11:00 AM by Emily Veinglory 2 Comments
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Pete Meme: Sydney
Entries
Cat: Ripley, Princess, Molly
Dogs: Scotty, Sydney
Other: 0<--I'm on the verge of cancelling this category unless someone enters!
Mom already knew I loved to watch TV, but I don't think she realized I'm an avid eBook reader too. (I also like print books. They're tasty.) That's why she'll be surprised to find out that I read her short story from The Wild Rose Press, Love In Shadow, which comes out March 23.
I have to say... it sucked. There were no Frisbees, no bacon, not even a good tennis ball chase. Fine, I guess if you like romantic stories and fairies without wings, and castles and horses, you might think it was pretty great. It did have all that stuff. And even I, Madame Silly Dog, got a little foggy-eyed at the end. But come on. No BACON? Mom, I love you, but stick with the belly rubs and treat-giving, ok?
Sydney, Sonja Foust's faithful (most of the time) friend
(From Emily: For more about Sydney see Sonja Foust's blog. p.s. Sorry I took almost a week longer to get this posted than I promised!)
Cat: Ripley, Princess, Molly
Dogs: Scotty, Sydney
Other: 0<--I'm on the verge of cancelling this category unless someone enters!
Mom already knew I loved to watch TV, but I don't think she realized I'm an avid eBook reader too. (I also like print books. They're tasty.) That's why she'll be surprised to find out that I read her short story from The Wild Rose Press, Love In Shadow, which comes out March 23.
I have to say... it sucked. There were no Frisbees, no bacon, not even a good tennis ball chase. Fine, I guess if you like romantic stories and fairies without wings, and castles and horses, you might think it was pretty great. It did have all that stuff. And even I, Madame Silly Dog, got a little foggy-eyed at the end. But come on. No BACON? Mom, I love you, but stick with the belly rubs and treat-giving, ok?
Sydney, Sonja Foust's faithful (most of the time) friend
(From Emily: For more about Sydney see Sonja Foust's blog. p.s. Sorry I took almost a week longer to get this posted than I promised!)
Labels: pet meme, Sonja Foust
¶ posted at 12:12 PM by Emily Veinglory 0 Comments
Monday, March 26, 2007
Pet Meme: Molly
Hi, my name is Molly, and I own author L.E. Bryce. When she isn’t working, beading, or sleeping, she spends a lot of time in front of the computer either writing or drooling over pictures of other cats in the online kittypix community she belongs to. Honestly!
Last night, Mommy had her headphones on, which she usually does whenever she writes or wants to ignore Grandma, or both. All I know is, she wasn’t paying any attention to me when I told her I wanted another bottle cap. So being the enterprising shelter kitty that I am, I hopped up onto her chair to investigate what she was doing.
Fortunately, she wasn’t looking at kitty pictures. On the down side, there were all these black squiggly lines on the screen, but while trying to pry the cap off Mommy’s Aquafina bottle, I managed to figure out what was going on.
Mommy is very strange. She says the name of her book is My Sun and Stars, but since it was night, there wasn’t any sunlight for me to roll around and lounge in. It starts with some person named Adeja going to visit somebody Mommy refers to as the “cake-boy prince,” Sephil. She says her book is romance, but if she wants to write romance, why doesn’t Mommy give Cake-boy and A-déjà Vu proper names like Bobber, or Scratch, or something? I have a boyfriend called Scratch, just to let you know.
So halfway down the page, it says that Cake-boy Prince has some cats. Oh, this looks interesting, but stupid Mommy doesn’t write about them. She scritches my head and tells me there’s pussy later in the story, which makes me feel a little better, and I promptly inform Sarra the Brain-Dead Canine that Mommy is writing a story about me.
But then, Mommy scrolls down and shows me the pussy part, and it’s all yucky stuff, with A-déjà Vu and some skanky human female like the one who lives two doors down and never picks up after her yappy Chihuahua. Bleck! I have to get off the chair, slink over to the kibble, and start chewing through the bag just to get the taste out of my mouth.
Mommy complains that some people don’t like her writing because they don’t get it. Well, if Mommy wants to write good romance, she should write about my friends outside. Scratch and his brother Patch are very handsome boys, and smell VERY nice, even if they are fixed, and their brother Sniff is okay, too. A bit weird, though. He and his sister Baby Kat are always rubbing up against each other; Mommy says they’re trying to twist their family tree into a wreath.
Last night, Mommy had her headphones on, which she usually does whenever she writes or wants to ignore Grandma, or both. All I know is, she wasn’t paying any attention to me when I told her I wanted another bottle cap. So being the enterprising shelter kitty that I am, I hopped up onto her chair to investigate what she was doing.
Fortunately, she wasn’t looking at kitty pictures. On the down side, there were all these black squiggly lines on the screen, but while trying to pry the cap off Mommy’s Aquafina bottle, I managed to figure out what was going on.
Mommy is very strange. She says the name of her book is My Sun and Stars, but since it was night, there wasn’t any sunlight for me to roll around and lounge in. It starts with some person named Adeja going to visit somebody Mommy refers to as the “cake-boy prince,” Sephil. She says her book is romance, but if she wants to write romance, why doesn’t Mommy give Cake-boy and A-déjà Vu proper names like Bobber, or Scratch, or something? I have a boyfriend called Scratch, just to let you know.
So halfway down the page, it says that Cake-boy Prince has some cats. Oh, this looks interesting, but stupid Mommy doesn’t write about them. She scritches my head and tells me there’s pussy later in the story, which makes me feel a little better, and I promptly inform Sarra the Brain-Dead Canine that Mommy is writing a story about me.
But then, Mommy scrolls down and shows me the pussy part, and it’s all yucky stuff, with A-déjà Vu and some skanky human female like the one who lives two doors down and never picks up after her yappy Chihuahua. Bleck! I have to get off the chair, slink over to the kibble, and start chewing through the bag just to get the taste out of my mouth.
Mommy complains that some people don’t like her writing because they don’t get it. Well, if Mommy wants to write good romance, she should write about my friends outside. Scratch and his brother Patch are very handsome boys, and smell VERY nice, even if they are fixed, and their brother Sniff is okay, too. A bit weird, though. He and his sister Baby Kat are always rubbing up against each other; Mommy says they’re trying to twist their family tree into a wreath.
See, kitties are interesting. If Mommy wants a best seller, she needs to write about some real pussies.
Labels: pet meme
¶ posted at 12:47 PM by L.E. Bryce 4 Comments
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Pet Meme: Scotty a.k.a. Killer
Entries
Cat: Ripley, Princess, Molly
Dogs: Scotty
Other: 0
...and now our first dog-view :) p.s. The EREC Team will choose the final prize winners but if you have a favorite, do let us know. p.p.s. Still no entires in the 'other' category, where are all you rat, ferret or hermit crab types?
My name is Scotty aka Killer. I am a fox terrier-cross dog, and I live in New Zealand with Shelley Munro and her husband. Actually, I've spent quite some time training them. They're almost perfect now, providing food and walks whenever I need them. Because of me Shelley sold her first book, TALKING DOGS, ALIENS AND PURPLE PEOPLE EATERS to Ellora's Cave. It happened like this:
Shelley was sitting at the breakfast bar tapping away on her laptop and hunger pangs struck me. I needed food right then. Shelley thought she was smart--writing a story about aliens crash landing in New Zealand, and when I came along and barked for food, she wrote:
“Come on out with your fingers poked inside your ears,” Janaya ordered, aiming her neutralizing weapon at the dark green bushes that had moved.
“That would be, hands in the air,” her aunt said.
Janaya shrugged, not taking her eyes off the leafy plant. “Whatever. I have a weapon. Come out.”
The fern leaves shook, dried leaves crackled underfoot. Janaya's outstretched hand never wavered, the heavy weapon still pointing at the bushes.
“Don't shoot.” A black nose thrust past a lacy fern leaf.
Janaya's eyes widened.
A black face with black eyes poked into view. “Are ya gonna shoot?”
“Janaya put the weapon down. It's a dog. Nothing to get trigger-happy about.”
“Yeah,” the little dog said. It stepped into full view. The dog stood below knee height and had white fur peppered liberally with black spots. It trotted closer, tail wagging. “Do ya have any food?”
Shelley wanted to delete me from her story but Janaya and Hinekiri, the aliens took a liking to me and decided I should stay. They let me change my name to Killer. I became the talking dog and played an important part in the story. I even had the very last line in the book:
Killer was quiet for a moment then Janaya heard her say, “Do ya have any food?”
The book turned out pretty good, but it's not surprising with me as the star. I liked it so much I've hung around for a couple of sequels and I've modeled for the covers. You can find my Talking Dogs books at Ellora's Cave and my first two stories are out in a print anthology. Shelley called the print book ROMANCING THE ALIEN. I've even won some awards for Shelley (an eCataromance Reviewer's Choice Award, we finaled in the paranormal category of the EPPIES and scored a 4 ½ star review in RT Book Reviews) so I think the book about talking dogs, aliens and purple people eaters turned out okay. Five paws from me.
Cat: Ripley, Princess, Molly
Dogs: Scotty
Other: 0
...and now our first dog-view :) p.s. The EREC Team will choose the final prize winners but if you have a favorite, do let us know. p.p.s. Still no entires in the 'other' category, where are all you rat, ferret or hermit crab types?
My name is Scotty aka Killer. I am a fox terrier-cross dog, and I live in New Zealand with Shelley Munro and her husband. Actually, I've spent quite some time training them. They're almost perfect now, providing food and walks whenever I need them. Because of me Shelley sold her first book, TALKING DOGS, ALIENS AND PURPLE PEOPLE EATERS to Ellora's Cave. It happened like this: 
Shelley was sitting at the breakfast bar tapping away on her laptop and hunger pangs struck me. I needed food right then. Shelley thought she was smart--writing a story about aliens crash landing in New Zealand, and when I came along and barked for food, she wrote: “Come on out with your fingers poked inside your ears,” Janaya ordered, aiming her neutralizing weapon at the dark green bushes that had moved.
“That would be, hands in the air,” her aunt said.
Janaya shrugged, not taking her eyes off the leafy plant. “Whatever. I have a weapon. Come out.”
The fern leaves shook, dried leaves crackled underfoot. Janaya's outstretched hand never wavered, the heavy weapon still pointing at the bushes.
“Don't shoot.” A black nose thrust past a lacy fern leaf.
Janaya's eyes widened.
A black face with black eyes poked into view. “Are ya gonna shoot?”
“Janaya put the weapon down. It's a dog. Nothing to get trigger-happy about.”
“Yeah,” the little dog said. It stepped into full view. The dog stood below knee height and had white fur peppered liberally with black spots. It trotted closer, tail wagging. “Do ya have any food?”
Shelley wanted to delete me from her story but Janaya and Hinekiri, the aliens took a liking to me and decided I should stay. They let me change my name to Killer. I became the talking dog and played an important part in the story. I even had the very last line in the book:
Killer was quiet for a moment then Janaya heard her say, “Do ya have any food?”
The book turned out pretty good, but it's not surprising with me as the star. I liked it so much I've hung around for a couple of sequels and I've modeled for the covers. You can find my Talking Dogs books at Ellora's Cave and my first two stories are out in a print anthology. Shelley called the print book ROMANCING THE ALIEN. I've even won some awards for Shelley (an eCataromance Reviewer's Choice Award, we finaled in the paranormal category of the EPPIES and scored a 4 ½ star review in RT Book Reviews) so I think the book about talking dogs, aliens and purple people eaters turned out okay. Five paws from me.
Labels: pet meme, Shelly Munro
¶ posted at 4:24 PM by Emily Veinglory 3 Comments
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Pet Meme: Meow Bloggers...
Meow Bloggers.
My Humans address me with the inglorious name of Meowmies, on other days the slightly more regal Puss Puss Mao Mao… sometimes just plain old 'get out of my way you damn Cat'.
You, on the other hand, may call me Princess.
One of my humans has this little past time that equally amuses and frustrates her. I can't fathom it myself; I'd rather spend my time lazing in my box with my favourite blanket, or racing around the house chasing fairies, elves and other figments of my imagination while generally acting deranged, but I digress.
My human -- she goes by the name Anne Douglas some days -- has been busy tapping away at that plastic thing with all those buttons lately, and forgetting all about petting me and just shoving me out of the way of this box thing with the pretty lights. She says she's busy writing -- me, I just think she's a little insane. Not too much though, after all, a Princess as pretty as me can't be associating with those weird, schizophrenic types now can she?
I did notice though, that under this comfy pile of odd assorted paperwork there's a folder with lots of black squiggles and pencil marks - paw prints are much more aesthetically pleasing, by the way -- my human says this is her next book, Tea for Three. I've heard her talking about it, and some say cats are promiscuous - there's men and women and they're all doing some late night caterwauling, together, if you get my drift.
She seems to have a 'thing' for making up stories about guys who love guys who love girls that love guys who love girls and guys - I hope that made as much sense to you as it did to me.
I can't read to give you a blow by blow -- Puuleeease…I'm a cat, of course I can't read. (I've contracted my memoirs out to these lizards -- Loowis and Loosey -- I promised a ceasefire on their gecko cousins in the back yard in payment…again I'm digressing; my human has a habit of this too).
So…I can't read, but I do have ears and whooeee! I can tell you those aforesaid appendages get to burning when she starts muttering passages to herself. She just finished up this little story call Making Out - some Rites of Spring thing where these guys (and a girl, lucky her!) that were in her first book showed up again -- there was a truck, and some sex, and some cops…
I better not tell you too much though, Princess needs a new bowl of cat food so I better not let the dog off the leash and tell you how it ends, My human has to pay the bills somehow! Though I will say hot, hot, hot.
Did I mention Hot? And it's not just cause I wear real fur in Florida.
I must run, daaarlinks, I sense a new piece of furniture I must go scratch at.
This entry Courtesy of Anne Douglas: home, blog.
Pete Meme entries: cats (2), dogs (1), others (0). More entries please, there is a prize basket involved ;)
Meow Bloggers.
My Humans address me with the inglorious name of Meowmies, on other days the slightly more regal Puss Puss Mao Mao… sometimes just plain old 'get out of my way you damn Cat'.
You, on the other hand, may call me Princess.
One of my humans has this little past time that equally amuses and frustrates her. I can't fathom it myself; I'd rather spend my time lazing in my box with my favourite blanket, or racing around the house chasing fairies, elves and other figments of my imagination while generally acting deranged, but I digress.
My human -- she goes by the name Anne Douglas some days -- has been busy tapping away at that plastic thing with all those buttons lately, and forgetting all about petting me and just shoving me out of the way of this box thing with the pretty lights. She says she's busy writing -- me, I just think she's a little insane. Not too much though, after all, a Princess as pretty as me can't be associating with those weird, schizophrenic types now can she?
I did notice though, that under this comfy pile of odd assorted paperwork there's a folder with lots of black squiggles and pencil marks - paw prints are much more aesthetically pleasing, by the way -- my human says this is her next book, Tea for Three. I've heard her talking about it, and some say cats are promiscuous - there's men and women and they're all doing some late night caterwauling, together, if you get my drift.
She seems to have a 'thing' for making up stories about guys who love guys who love girls that love guys who love girls and guys - I hope that made as much sense to you as it did to me.
I can't read to give you a blow by blow -- Puuleeease…I'm a cat, of course I can't read. (I've contracted my memoirs out to these lizards -- Loowis and Loosey -- I promised a ceasefire on their gecko cousins in the back yard in payment…again I'm digressing; my human has a habit of this too).
So…I can't read, but I do have ears and whooeee! I can tell you those aforesaid appendages get to burning when she starts muttering passages to herself. She just finished up this little story call Making Out - some Rites of Spring thing where these guys (and a girl, lucky her!) that were in her first book showed up again -- there was a truck, and some sex, and some cops…
I better not tell you too much though, Princess needs a new bowl of cat food so I better not let the dog off the leash and tell you how it ends, My human has to pay the bills somehow! Though I will say hot, hot, hot.
Did I mention Hot? And it's not just cause I wear real fur in Florida.
I must run, daaarlinks, I sense a new piece of furniture I must go scratch at.
This entry Courtesy of Anne Douglas: home, blog.
Pete Meme entries: cats (2), dogs (1), others (0). More entries please, there is a prize basket involved ;)
Labels: anne douglas, pet meme
¶ posted at 7:24 AM by Emily Veinglory 1 Comments
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Google Analytics--Google Fu
Those of you who have websites may already know the dubious joys of sifting through visitor statistics. I used to be a big fan of Statcounter for this but now must admit to having become a good Google-borg and using Google Analytics. If anyone knows a good plain English guide to this heaping pile of data please let me know.
A lot of it is less than totally surprising. I mean people who come to this site via a search engine tend to be looking for 1) erotic/a 2) romance/romantic 3) stories and 4) e-books. (It must also be noted that there are people out there looking for some of you guys, especially--Anne Douglas and Amanda Young).
A lot of visitors stay less than ten seconds (this is not the blog you seek) but another big group are in the 3-6 minutes range and they tend to spend it reading the blog although the publisher list is also popular.
One thing that vexes me is that the obsolete blog has a great google rank on the top keywords despite now being nothing but a redirect page. Yet this blog (yes, this one here) is still listed somewhere on page eleventy-million--despite having the same content and more, and all the current activity. Does anyone with a greater mastery of Google Fu know why? No doubt (as the disembodied voice of my mother is saying) I just need to learn to be more patient.
Edited to add: Other stat gathering methods -- icerocket, sitemeter.
p.s. Pet Meme entries: cat (2), dog (1), other (0). I will be posting more of these soon but I am trying to avoid having the cats totally take over the blog :) (You know who you are)
Coming tomorrow: Pet Meme--"Meow Bloggers", by Anne Douglas.
Those of you who have websites may already know the dubious joys of sifting through visitor statistics. I used to be a big fan of Statcounter for this but now must admit to having become a good Google-borg and using Google Analytics. If anyone knows a good plain English guide to this heaping pile of data please let me know.A lot of it is less than totally surprising. I mean people who come to this site via a search engine tend to be looking for 1) erotic/a 2) romance/romantic 3) stories and 4) e-books. (It must also be noted that there are people out there looking for some of you guys, especially--Anne Douglas and Amanda Young).
A lot of visitors stay less than ten seconds (this is not the blog you seek) but another big group are in the 3-6 minutes range and they tend to spend it reading the blog although the publisher list is also popular.
One thing that vexes me is that the obsolete blog has a great google rank on the top keywords despite now being nothing but a redirect page. Yet this blog (yes, this one here) is still listed somewhere on page eleventy-million--despite having the same content and more, and all the current activity. Does anyone with a greater mastery of Google Fu know why? No doubt (as the disembodied voice of my mother is saying) I just need to learn to be more patient.
Edited to add: Other stat gathering methods -- icerocket, sitemeter.
p.s. Pet Meme entries: cat (2), dog (1), other (0). I will be posting more of these soon but I am trying to avoid having the cats totally take over the blog :) (You know who you are)Coming tomorrow: Pet Meme--"Meow Bloggers", by Anne Douglas.
Labels: blogging, Google, pet meme, statcounter, web
¶ posted at 9:27 AM by Emily Veinglory 4 Comments
Monday, March 19, 2007
Pet Promo Meme (I)
Here is the first in out series of 'Pet Promo' posts contributed by Sapphire Phelan...um, I mean Ripley!
We are inviting writers to send in their reviews or promo posts, written from the point of view of your pet. You can either send it to me at ERECmail at gmail.com, or blog it and send me a link. If you blog for EREC please post it here! Pictures of the pet reading the book are a appreciated :)
The best reviews (as chosen by the EREC-Team) in the categories of cat, dog and other animal will get a pet treat gift basket--winners will be chosen once I have at least three entries in each category. If you intend to send an entry let me know and I will be sure to wait until it is in.
Entries: cat (1), dog (0), other (0).
Merowwwwww. . . Good, the coast is clear. Hi, the name's Ripley. I snuck on the computer while Sapphire Phelan went somewhere with Bill. Sapphire Phelan belongs to me. Well, actually her husband, Bill, belongs to me. Sapphire just comes as part of the package. Decided I would read one of her erotic stuff. Wanted to see what humans enjoy. Us cats, we like our bowl full of food, a nice, comfy place in the sun, maybe a mouse (if they ever let me out of the house to go hunt one down) and for me most of all, allowing Bill to have me on his lap and let him pet me over and over, especially scratching my ears.
But you know, I checked out Sapphire's story, "Soul Seduction" in Forbidden Love: Bad Boys. Not bad, not bad at all. On a scale of one paw to ten it's a ten! Good as that kitty food they buy me. And definitely as good as Bill's scratching my ears is! Believe me, that takes a lot to consider anything as good as that. Wish that Branigan Darkman was a tomcat. Oh, that's right--they got me fixed years ago. Doesn't mean can't do it--just no plumbing. Heh heh.
The rest of the book has purrfectly super stories too. Each and every one, hot, hot, hot! Makes a cat just wanted to roll over on her back and lay in a bit of sun, pretending got some catnip and purr, purr, purr . . .
Rowwll!!! Anyway, gotta run. The humans are back.
Hope Sapphire doesn't find that hair ball I upchucked on her laptop.
Here is the first in out series of 'Pet Promo' posts contributed by Sapphire Phelan...um, I mean Ripley!We are inviting writers to send in their reviews or promo posts, written from the point of view of your pet. You can either send it to me at ERECmail at gmail.com, or blog it and send me a link. If you blog for EREC please post it here! Pictures of the pet reading the book are a appreciated :)
The best reviews (as chosen by the EREC-Team) in the categories of cat, dog and other animal will get a pet treat gift basket--winners will be chosen once I have at least three entries in each category. If you intend to send an entry let me know and I will be sure to wait until it is in.
Entries: cat (1), dog (0), other (0).
Merowwwwww. . . Good, the coast is clear. Hi, the name's Ripley. I snuck on the computer while Sapphire Phelan went somewhere with Bill. Sapphire Phelan belongs to me. Well, actually her husband, Bill, belongs to me. Sapphire just comes as part of the package. Decided I would read one of her erotic stuff. Wanted to see what humans enjoy. Us cats, we like our bowl full of food, a nice, comfy place in the sun, maybe a mouse (if they ever let me out of the house to go hunt one down) and for me most of all, allowing Bill to have me on his lap and let him pet me over and over, especially scratching my ears. But you know, I checked out Sapphire's story, "Soul Seduction" in Forbidden Love: Bad Boys. Not bad, not bad at all. On a scale of one paw to ten it's a ten! Good as that kitty food they buy me. And definitely as good as Bill's scratching my ears is! Believe me, that takes a lot to consider anything as good as that. Wish that Branigan Darkman was a tomcat. Oh, that's right--they got me fixed years ago. Doesn't mean can't do it--just no plumbing. Heh heh.
The rest of the book has purrfectly super stories too. Each and every one, hot, hot, hot! Makes a cat just wanted to roll over on her back and lay in a bit of sun, pretending got some catnip and purr, purr, purr . . .Rowwll!!! Anyway, gotta run. The humans are back.
Hope Sapphire doesn't find that hair ball I upchucked on her laptop.
Labels: pet meme
¶ posted at 9:10 AM by Emily Veinglory 3 Comments
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Pet Promo Meme
I have a challenge for all you pet owning writers. Write me a review or promo for one of your books, written from the point of view of your pet. You can either send it to me at ERECmail at gmail.com, or blog it and send me a link. If you blog for EREC please post it here! Pictures of the pet reading the book are a appreciated :)
The best reviews (as chosen by the EREC-Team) in the categories of cat, dog and other animal will get a pet treat gift basket--winners will be chosen once I have at least three entries in each category. If you intend to send an entry let me know and I will be sure to wait until it is in.
I have a challenge for all you pet owning writers. Write me a review or promo for one of your books, written from the point of view of your pet. You can either send it to me at ERECmail at gmail.com, or blog it and send me a link. If you blog for EREC please post it here! Pictures of the pet reading the book are a appreciated :)The best reviews (as chosen by the EREC-Team) in the categories of cat, dog and other animal will get a pet treat gift basket--winners will be chosen once I have at least three entries in each category. If you intend to send an entry let me know and I will be sure to wait until it is in.
Labels: pet meme
¶ posted at 8:12 AM by Emily Veinglory 15 Comments
