Blood Sucking Fat Guys in Corduroy

Can't believe I have posted since last Tuesday. The good news is I've been busy writing and querying. I've changed the name of my novel A River Without Water to Waiting On The River. I also revamped my query and have been sending it out while I revise Plundered Booty.

The two novels are vastly different, one is a romance and the other an absurd comedy but I enjoy writing different things. One of these days when I finally break in I'll concentrate on building my name in one genre and style but until then I'll keep writing and telling the stories that come to mind. Waiting on the River has gained some interest from several agents so I'm hoping it finds some legs.

It's been hotter than the thighs of a fat dude wearing corduroy here in the Texas Panhandle, so I've also been watching more TV than usual.

Any of you ever watch the HBO series True Blood?

My wife pointed out something as we watched the other night. Unlike Edward's ilk in Twilight, the vampire's of True Blood cannot be exposed to sunlight, yet Bill had a definite tan line around his bare butt. I hadn't noticed, but leave it to my wife to scrutinize Bill's buns with great intensity. Truth be told, I think she'd rather have a look at the fella that plays Edward. Of course Johnny Depp would be even better.

Speaking of vampires, do they all have weak necks? If not why does every actor that portrays one tuck his chin down close to his chest and stare at menacingly beneath furrowed brows. Come on vampire dudes, raise your chins and stare menacingly straight at someone.

For the record, I haven't read any of the Twilight or Sookie Stackhouse novels, but I have seen the movie and the series, and my money would be on Ol' Bill to whoop Edward in an all out UFC style vampire brawl. Sure Edward climbs a tree like a squirrel on crack, but Bill wields a mean bar tap.

And Bill has the better side of things when it comes to lovers. Give me Sookie's sugary sweet southern drawl over Bella's uber-anxious whining any day.

But Twilight wins in the dietary category. I'd rather drain the blood of a deer, than suck down the dregs of some synthetic concoction from a bottle.

And Edward has a much cooler car. Bill doesn't even seem to own one. He's always forced to drive that goofy little yellow contraption of Sookie's.

I give it to both for getting rid of the old standard Transylvania accent. After all, Sesame Street's Count is the only one who can really pull that dialect off.

All in all I prefer to the vamps of True Blood, but to my way of thinking the HBO series Rome was the cable network's best effort to date. Yes, even better than The Sopranos.

Differing opinions?