Blood Oranges #2. Go with the flow chart

Welcome to Saturday Blood Oranges, where I doodle on Friday night (after several glasses of wine) and post it on Saturday. This one is almost like a BURNING QUESTION, but not quite. The photo here is my dog Alice aka the sweetest  Hell Hound around. Yes, I’m going to be really random here.


And now…drum roll please…the official flow chart…made in pale pencil.


vampire chart

Feel free to leave questions, comments, your drawings, suggestions for future Blood Oranges, locations of safety deposit boxes (and keys), recipes, inspirational quotes (just kidding), or whatever you want in the comments section. Just make it nice or funny or something a Vampire would appreciate.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

yelling vampire

Blood Oranges: Doodles #1

My husband and I were watching a movie and, well, I’m got bored. There was a pencil and paper handy, so I started to doodle.

This is Friday, so I’m wondering what to do for the next 50 Saturdays.

Blood Oranges: Doodles with Juliette

So here we go. Blood Oranges #1

Blood Orange 1_ 3-16-19

If you have a doodle to share let me know at juliettevampiremom@

In the meantime I’m going to whip up some silly doodles for no good reason, for the next 50 weeks. Maybe I’ll even add in a poll or two.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman


Doodling and Thinking Out Loud

I was all set out to write about how as a busy Vampire mom I never have enough time. Then again I don’t have the self-indulgent luxury of feeling sorry for myself.

A busy friend of mine (a dad) said “If you want something done ask a busy person.”

I have a deadline for some short stories and suddenly writer’s block has hit me like a big block of iron ore right in the side of the head.

Then there are those four novels looming around like ghosts. Two of them 90% done. All are exceptionally good if I may say so myself. My husband doesn’t believe I’ll get them done before my 200th birthday. I need an editor.

And speaking of ghosts…my ghost is gone. I don’t know where the nasty little bastard went. Damn him.

I was going to write a post about either Werewolves, my new Vampire Cody or my business partner and how she handles working with Vampires.  But I didn’t.  I started to and it just turned out stupid.

So instead I’m sharing a photo of the cat. He isn’t a Vampire. Just a cat who is quiet good at being a cat as you can see.  The spell check said I should say “that is quite good at being a cat” but I see him as a WHO not a THAT.  The Grammar police have no power over me today. But back to the cat…he is quite wonderful.

Vampire Maman's Cat

Vampire Maman’s Cat

And speaking of grammar:

You may say a cat uses good grammar. Well, a cat does — but you let a cat get excited once; you let a cat get to pulling fur with another cat on a shed, nights, and you’ll hear grammar that will give you the lockjaw. Ignorant people think it’s the noise which fighting cats make that is so aggravating, but it ain’t so; it’s the sickening grammar they use.
– Mark Twain, A Tramp Abroad

And I’m sharing some doodles by my phone, not done on some app, but scribbled with pen and pencil on my desk. I’ve cropped out dates, phone numbers and names. Add to list “Do Serious Artwork.” It is too bad I didn’t turn the California Artist Julian Rix (look him up) into a Vampire when I had a chance. He was a lot of fun. That was back in the late 1870’s. But art…yes, I need to get serious again or … I could just doodle I suppose.

doodle1 1


doodle1 2

That last doodle is my cat and me.

Like they tell the kids at lunchtime in preschool “You get what you get and you don’t throw a fit.”

And no, my husband will never figure out how my mind works and he gave up a long long time ago. He doesn’t read this blog either, but I’m fine with that. If you blog don’t expect your partner to read it. That is usually a good thing.

So anyway, have a Vampire sort of day – you know, happy and Gothic and all full of fun and bats and cocktails and passion and stuff like that.  Add to list: Passion. Call Teddy.



~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman