If anyone asked Nathan Kamp, ubiquitous (and delicious) cover model, he’d answer: Oh just creating my own web show about cooking, family, and living. Go here to watch this beautiful man cook up a storm. You’ll drool for multiple reasons.
This leads me to ask the rest of you authors, readers, editors, and all other types: WHATCHA DOIN’?
When you’re not reading/writing/editing/otherwise keeping us addicts supplied in the printed word, what do you do with yourself?
Do you, like Nathan, love to cook? I do. Give me a tea towel over my shoulder, a good knife, and some groceries and I’ll give you a meal you will not forget. I LOVE to cook.
What about you? How many of you knit? I’ve always wanted to learn to do that.
Do you love to travel?
Meditate?
Practice yoga?
Run? Jog? Walk? Practice standing still?
Garden? Paint? Photography?
How many of you volunteer?
Who out there loves pilates, Socrates, or golf tees?
Tell us about the you that is outside of words, paper, and makebelieve worlds! What did they use to say at the beginning of the old show “Naked City” – There’s a million stories in the naked city… We want to know more about yours!
And, just because I think this is the sexiest Nathan Kamp cover I’ve ever seen…
http://www.harlequincelebrates.com/mystory.php
there are odd ducks playing there… creating stories in the outback or some such… and for once it isn’t your fault… who knew
Joey, wealthy tycoon and captain of the infamous ship Calypso and a renowned seducer of women, has just walked into the one tavern in all of Paris, the City of Lights he should have avoided. For Livi, his sworn enemy, is the coy owner—and she has vengeance on her mind.
But before she can take her carefree revenge, she is captured by this rogue’s kiss. Her only chance for retribution is to put her career as an award-winning writer on hold and stow away on his ship for a passionate adventure that will either kill them—or bring them together once and for all!
2nd try. I like “carefree revenge.” And why am I an award-winning author and tavern owner? At least I have a job.
I enjoyed watching Nathan cook too, Gwen. Still like him on those Moning covers better, but he’s also enjoyable and adorable on the little screen.
I do like to cook myself. I look back now and wish I’d gone to culinary school. But I do okay on my own, so I’m happy!
I also love lighthouses. Have a huge collection. Along with a collection of Kim Anderson figurines. Don’t sew or knit, so guess I have to do something in my free time, what little of it I do have.
Liv – HA! Now tell me. How can one be a “coy” owner of a tavern?
I’ve always wanted to learn to knit. I can crochet okay (straight lines – my mom can do all the fancy stuff). I can sew. I do needlepoint – love to do needlepoint. But knitting has always surpassed my understanding and I’ve even bought videos to learn!
I used to do all kinds of stuff–carpentry, upholstery, sewing, hard landscaping,(had to take glucosamine for a while after the hard-pan in my back yard almost destroyed my elbows), gardening, in addition to writing and working part time as a waitress (food server for all you PC types) and raising my kids. I just don’t have the energy for all that anymore, and since I split with my husband, I don’t have the time.
Now, I work more hours at the restaurant, sub a little at the local highshcool for extra cash, volunteer for my daughter’s sewing club and mostly let my house and yard succumb to chaos. I tell myself this is okay because left on its own, the universe tends toward chaos anyway, and who am I to boss the cosmos around?
Oh, and I was a cook in a high end restaurant for five years–if I never cook again, it’ll be fifty billion years too soon…
Well, in my non-writing time, I have two other jobs–I work at eHQ.com as a message board host and I create Flash promotions (including trailers) for authors. (Not sure if they’d work for dentists, but I’d give it a shot.) I’m also trying to keep my nearly 2 year old twins from systematically running over my 10 year old son. (Er…we’re not winning.)
In my spare time, I’m a voracious pararomance reader, lol. (Why oh WHY don’t Kresley Cole’s Immortals REALLY exist?)
Kirsten–oh hon, I suck at cooking. How about we hide out together?
Dee – I’m with you on the “Hurry up Kresley!” bus. I love those books.
TWO YEAR OLD TWINS?! OMG – You poor thing! It has got to be a blast some of the time, but you must be exhausted most of the time!
And Kirsten – I hear you. My mom thinks I should open my own restaurant. To which I reply, “Yeah, right. Talk about kill my love of cooking!”
LOL Gwen. My girls have recently taken to repelling sleep by laying in their cribs, holding their feet and singing “Twinkle, Twinkle, LIttle Star” as loud as they possibly can. Usually until 1 am, lol. Cute, but killer on the nerves and sleep fantasies. I bring em downstairs so their father can wake up in the morning for work, lol.
Awww! How cute! Little girls are special, aren’t they? Boys are a joy, but girls are so much squeezable cuteness, it’s hard to stay angry for long.
Mine is rapidly reaching her ‘tween years. Moodiness is starting to rear its ugly head. Just you wait. It’s a rollercoaster. She’s up, she’s down. She’s sweet, she’s surly. Never know what I’m going to get. I don’t think she does either.
LOL, no, I can be mad for a while, lol.
Just kidding. Much as I hate to admit it, they get me with those big fat tears just sliding over their cheeks. I don’t tell them that, but it’s like a gut punch every time. Same with my son, actually his are worse because if he’s crying, whatever is wrong must be HORRIBLE. (He’s autistic and he often doesn’t even tell me he’s hungry, much less that he’s in pain or unhappy.)
I’m still not sure which of the three was the most squeezable at this age. My son was so sweet and his hugs were so special he could have gotten away with murder if he wanted. The girls…they’re so bouncy. They give flying hugs and kisses that are like WWE matches and then they’re off to knock each other to the ground. And I’m pretty sure they get PMS already, because like a shot they’ll be shrieking at each other.
The boy’s tween years are nigh. Do boys get moody? Please say no. Please say no. Please??
Boys get lippy, girls get moody. My older two are 14 and 13. Never had the boy storm off to his room hollering “You’re ruining my life!” and slamming the door, but that seems to be a bi-weekly occurance with my daughter. He does push the line with not doing what I ask of him. “Time to do your homework,” is invariably met with the response “Sec!” which usually translates to “I’ll be up in an hour or so.” At least, until I started replying “You’ve already had plenty of secs!” Nothing like a good sex pun to embarrass your 14 y/o into doing what he’s told, lol.
People with multiples have a special place in my sympathies. I know it can be a blessing, but DAMN! One toddler is hard enough, but two? Well, for me, it would be nothing an extended stay in a psychiatric facility couldn’t fix, I guess, LOL.
Kirsten – thanks for the belly laughs. And we’re all “stupid” and ruinous until our kids reach their 20’s – so don’t feel singled out. 😉