Sunday, December 30, 2007
This past year has brought many new things to my life that I hope to build on for my career. My first print books were released as well as two e short stories and one e-book. I served as president of my RWA chapter, something I never thought I would have the guts to do. I participated in 6 book signings and made 4 presentations before audiences - something else that I never envisioned for myself. All in all, I've pushed my professional envelope a bit.
On a personal note, I watched my first born start college and my sister get married. My goals for the coming year are to meet some personal challenges head on and to further develop my writing career.
What about you? Do you buy into that whole resolution stuff? What's on your goal menu?
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Miracle of miracle, these resilient cookies came out perfect - again. Wish I could charm all my other cookie recipes that regularly give me the finger every second or third time I take a stab at them.
After I bake, I must clean the entire kitchen - the splatters on the ceiling, the batter droplets on the floor and today - even on my winter white suede shoes! The only bright spot in the kitchen was the mixer's beater, bowl and the wooden spoon I used. My son and his friend volunteered to make them easier to clean by lapping up any unused batter. So, it's back to the kitchen to undo all the damage I've done - oh yeah, and to sample a chocolate crackle cookie! Have a terrific holiday!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Indignant, I jabbed my finger at her name on the date, only to realize my mistake. For a normal person, this would be a normal mistake to make. But as a compulsive organizer, I could hang for that!
I have to blame it on the holidays. My calendar is as full as a dentist's after Halloween! Busy days don't bother me, it's just keeping it all straight. In fact, I enjoy a full schedule, makes me feel productive. Unfortunatley, it must make me more prone to err on occasion.
What about you? Have you overbooked? Screwed up an obligation? Or is everything perfectly under control in your world?
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Actually, I've written some of my best scenes late at night or early in the morning. Everything is so quiet - it's easy to concentrate. What about you? Do you sleep until noon when you can, or are you like me - up at the dawn of crack when you don't have to be?
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
One of my editors emailed me yesterday to let me know she has edits for my upcoming erotic short, Blackout, ready for me. Thank goodness, since I need saving from myself. I have to start cracking the whip, yet I keep giving myself excuses to go easy on myself.
What about you? Do you have to dig extra deep to find the motivation to work during the holiday season?
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
1. Sex in the City - what can I say? I'm a ChickLit lover and this is my all time fave.
2. St. Elsewhere - an oldie but a really great show from way back when.
3. Felicity - now an oldie, I guess. Love the characters and the bad situations Felicity would get herself into.
4. Damages - yes - I know it's only the first season, but I'm already in love with the intense characters and the twisting plot.
5. Dark Shadows - This one really dates me. I watched it when I was in kindergarten and then again in college and it was awful but I want it for sentimental reasons.
6. Rescue Me - I love the irreverent humor and some of the characters.
7. The Bob Newhart Show - the original - need I say more about this classic?
8. Ugly Betty - yeah, it's pretty new, but I think it's quite funny - particularly Mark.
9. Campus Ladies - Obscure single season show on Oxygen TV. Some really funny episodes.
10. Fawlty Towers - I love British humor and this is one of the best.
If you're reading this, consider yourself tagged.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
In other news, some of you know it's now NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month. I've signed on this year and hope to complete a novel by month's end. But I wouldn't wager on me right now. Although I fully intend to do it, I have so many commitments this month, I'm not exactly sure when I'll be doing all this writing. I have a habit of putting out huge page counts for a short while, then stopping cold turkey. So, what'll it be? Time will tell.
What about you? Are you taking the challenge?
PS - It's a couple of hours later and the evil twin has disappeared. The good twin has apologized for the wicked behavior earlier and even offered to help with laundry!!! Just when I thought she was turning green and chanting spells in her bedroom!
Friday, October 26, 2007
I am such a chick. This idea is always brought home to me at times like this morning when I went outside to a dead car. Of course, DH was at work, so I was on my own. I called AAA and the guy arrived in like 20 minutes - I was in awe! After he jumped the battery, I ran it for a few minutes, but soon realized I couldn't go anywhere because I had an appointment at my house in less than 15 minutes. So - I shut the car off. Lo and behold a few hours later - dead car again. Color me a great big DUH! My blonde roots must have been showing.
After trying DH's work and personal cell phones to no avail, I called my other husband (my BFF's ex) - Got that? He explained how to jump start the car using my son's car (who had arrived home in the meanwhile and is nearly as clueless about this stuff as I am!) And yes - I am that girly that I don't know how to jump start a dead battery. If I were one of my heroines, I'd have killed her off for being Too Stupid To Live!
So my son nearly electrocutes himself trying to get my battery jumped. I drive the car to the mechanic who says, "Yup - battery's no good."
But - the auto parts store where DH bought the thing less than a year ago does not change batteries - they only sell them. So I go back home and am forced to shut the car off again since it's 2 hours before DH will be home.
Now, DH has 2 hours between Job A and Job B (He works a 12 hour shift at Job B) so he kinda likes a little nap in that time. Well, not today. He hurries off to the auto parts store, changes out the battery and comes home in the nick of time to take a shower and head out for Job B.
All this because I'm a girly girl. The guilt is killing me!
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
As I write this, my dining room is crammed full of boxes loaded with bags of 3 books each, coasters, fine chocolates, bookmarks out the wazoo, pens, refrigerator magnets, change purses, excerpt pamphlets and so much more.
You see, along with several members of my RWA chapter, we filled 75 bags for our upcoming Holiday Book Signing event to be held on Nov. 3 from 2-5 pm at the Altamonte Mall near Orlando. Publishers and authors responded to our request for goodies in an amazingly generous way. The bags are on a first come-first serve basis and they're calling to me. If I wasn't one of the signers, I'd surely be one of the first buyers. Each bag has to weigh at least 3 pounds. They make a gift-with-purchase whore salivate - trust me!
So, if you're anywhere in the vicinity of Central Florida on Nov. 3rd, you'll feel the magic aura drawing you to the Altamonte Mall. When you come, stop by my table and say hi! BTW - I'll break out my own smaller versions of the big bags after those first 75 are gone. But honestly, you'll want the big ones - they're amazing!
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
I find it unbelievable that people just toss trash into lakes, yet the proof is all around me. I often see people throw refuse out car windows and I want to make them stop their car and pick it up, only I don't have the tenacity to approach them in these days of road rage and gun violence. It's all really depressing when you stop to think about it. How are we supposed to stop pollution and prevent countries from damaging the environment when so many folks don't even care enough to find a trash can?
My husband now wants to move to the middle of nowhere so we can be away from all the evils that plague cities. Find a house on twenty acres where our nearest neighbors are not visible. I'm trying to hold out faith that people will get better. That the majority of folks are responsible and don't kill a person for his watch or the twenty bucks in his wallet. I live in a place that likes to call itself The City Beautiful in PR campaigns yet all we see is ugly lately. Can you tell we're fed up? So what do you think? Are we all going to hell in a hand basket or is responsibility going to make a comeback?
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Just when I think my life is normal and dull, something strange happens to shake that notion. Like this morning when I was pulling clothes out of the washing machine and something gold caught my eye against the silver tub. Yes - it really was a bullet. Amazingly, this was not the first time. Bullets of varying calibres have made their way into the washer and even into the dryer many times. I have visions of one exploding as the dryer tumbles it on high heat. But DH assures me that can't happen.
Such is life when you're married to a law enforcement officer. Thankfully I was alone when I found the ammunition.
The pest control man gave me the strangest look when he saw a pair of handcuffs on my kitchen counter. His eyebrow lifted and his lips curled in a knowing grin. And what was I supposed to say? "It's not what you think."
I must admit, I am often turned on by the tools of his trade. There's something about a man in uniform that does it for me. Don't male strippers often dress in police garb? Can't be just me.
What about you? Do you go for the macho hero in a uniform or the sexy suit clad one?
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Catching up with friends - discussing everything from politics, to how we're dealing with elderly parents to issues with our kids to our careers - is always so uplifting that I find myself refreshed and full of new ideas for books.
I can't put my finger on exactly what sparks my creativity from these parties, but it happens every time, so there's something going on. I am a very social person and I definitely get a charge out of social events, but there's such great chemistry at these things. I guess it's just a fellowship sort of feeling, but when there's a positive group dynamic, it heightens the experience.
What about you? What is it in your life that makes you feel great and sparks your creativity?
Thursday, September 6, 2007
I was talking to another school mom the other day about one of my books and she asked me the question I've heard dozens of times: "Does it have a happy ending?" All my books do, but I got to thinking about what I like in a book. Do I limit myself to books I know have a HEA ending? Not only was the answer to that yes, but I realized in recent years, I try to limit my movie experiences to those with HEAs.
I guess I feel like there's enough bad stuff going on the world that I want books and movies to be my escape from reality. If I want sad stuff, all I have to do is read the newspaper. My mother says I'm living with my head in the sand. She reads depressing books and watches gut-wrenching movies. I've let her drag me to some, like The Hours. I was depressed for a week after. Now, I just say no.
So what about you? Is a HEA a requirement for the books you read and the movies you watch?
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Now that it's up, I'm so glad I got it. I have tons of things from my grandmother - she and I were very close. But there's something about this chandelier that touches me where most of the other pieces don't.
The electrician complained. The wires were old and had no ground. (We'll have to get it rewired). The bulbs were so old we'd never be able to find exact replacements. The gold was dirty and showed years of neglect. I shined it up and dusted off his comments. I love it. Every time I turn it on I can almost hear my grandmother's voice, feel her arms around me. I suddenly remembered things, like the birthmark on her hand, the smell of the Channel Christalle perfume she loved, the way she'd watch the dance moves and songs I'd made up and tell me how wonderful they were.
I'm so happy to have her light shining.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
I love my DH. I really do. Last week he threw me for a loop, though. He shaved his head - completely bald. Now I have nothing against the bald headed look - it looks great on some men, just not him. With his glasses, he sort of resembles a tall, muscular turtle.
Why did he do this? His reasons were very honorable. His boss has breast cancer and is undergoing chemotherapy. When she started losing her hair, all the guys who work directly under her, shaved in support. A very sweet gesture, to say the least.
Here's my problem: I can hardly look at him without wincing. I know, I know, I need to get past this - grow up. It'll grow back. And I'm trying, believe me.
Here are some strange facts regarding baldness:
It used to be a commonly held notion that baldness was a given if a man's maternal grandfather was bald. Not true. It's actually much more difficult to predict than that and just because a guy's grandfather is bald, doesn't mean it's a sure thing he will be.
My SpellCheck makes bald head into one word - baldhead. How weird is that?
The technical name for hair loss is alopecia and it is considered more preventable these days than ever before. Isn't that cool?
My dad is bald - has been since he was in his twenties. I always thought my son would be too, because of this. But in my research, I've found he may actually keep his hair.
And what about those notorious comb-overs - blah!
So what about you - do you like the bald look? There certainly are some very sexy men out there with no hair. Is it better to shave it all rather than have a ring of hair around the edges?
Friday, August 17, 2007
Monday begins the mad rush back to school here. As much as I love the sleeping late, not having to drive carpool or bug my kids to finish homework, I am about ready for the routine of the school year. It's been a fun summer, but it couldn't last forever.
Here are a few highlights from my summer:
THE BEACH - We got to stay at my friend's gulf side mansion of a condo twice - a total of about 9 days. We spent most of the time in the water, helping our blood pressure and stress level drop.
CHERRIES AND BLUEBERRIES - I think my insides are red and blue by now.
LESS TRAFFIC - With school out, I've noticed the roads aren't as clogged as usual in the morning and mid-afternoon.
LOOSE SCHEDULE - Along with the glory of sleeping in, there are fewer places to be, fewer appointments to show up for, less structure.
THE POOL - Swimming with my honey is always so much fun. It takes me forever to get in the pool (I like it warm as bathwater). But he wraps around me, keeps me warm and even hangs on after I've acclimated. How great is that?
What about you? What will you miss about the summer?
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Next week we go back to my friend's beach condo for a few days. The good news is, they're renting the place for the year. That means we can go a bunch more times and pretend we're millionaires.
On a totally different subject - I screwed up. I told my Dad we could travel to NY the first week of November to help celebrate his 80th birthday (although his birthday is around Thanksgiving, we didn't want to deal with the holiday travel crowds). Turns out, Nov 3 is a huge book signing here that I totally forgot about. Not only am I a signer, but I've agreed to do a program the night before the signing. As if that wasn't a big enough oversight, Nov 3 is also the date of a close friend's son's Bar Mitzvah. So, here's my schedule Nov 3: 10:00 am - Noon - Bar Mitzvah service. Noon - 1:30 - Bar Mitzvah luncheon. 2-5 pm - Book signing. 6 pm - 11 - Bar Mitzvah party. And hell no - I won't miss the party!!! Should be quite a day.
Looks like we'll have to brave the holiday travelers after all. What about you? Have you ever completely zoned out about a big event and double booked?
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Now, my family lives a thousand miles away. DH has repeatedly asked me to consider flying there next time we go. I thought and thought and thought. But I can't do it. Last time I took a train there and although the 23 hour trip wasn't horrible, it was hardly a day at the beach either. The drive takes us a day and a half each way. Years ago, this wasn't a big deal. The kids had the same vacations from school and we had plenty of time. Not the case now.
This year, my fear of flying cost me the opportunity to go to RWA Nationals. Much as I want to get over the phobia, I can't seem to bring myself to do it. And I know - statistically, I'm much safer in a plane than in my car. But in my car, I'm in control. Have I mentioned I have control issues?
I have a feeling I will fly again someday, but not yet. What about you? Any fears that keep you from doing things you want to?
Friday, July 27, 2007
Well - I took the plunge and started a new Blog, Romance Rules with several other authors. Check it out!
On another note, I got the cover for the story my daughter and I wrote together. She's so excited, she's been running through the house screaming like a banshee. I just bought myself a pair of earplugs! I absolutely love the cover The Wild Rose Press did for this story. It's exactly what we asked for and totally conveys what we wanted.
It's so nice to get the cover you want. A former publisher, that shall remain nameless, totally disregarded what I asked for on one of my books and gave me a cover that I always hated. People had to really stare at it to see what it was. Plus, I saw two other publishers used the same image - not good. But, that's in the past. Good things ahead.
Friday, July 20, 2007
But she still wants to read my other works. "Not a chance," I told her over dinner the other night. "When then?" she asked. "When you're thirty," I responded.
"My God, Mom. What are you writing?"
I got a good laugh out of this one. But it got me thinking. Why is it that it's easy to put my work out there for countless strangers to read, but not my own kids. I have an eighteen-year-old son and I'd die if he read my stuff. It was really hard knowing my Dad would read sex scenes I'd written, but I have to believe he glosses over that stuff. Please, don't tell me otherwise!
What about you? Are you comfortable with your adult kids reading your sex scenes? What about your parents reading them?
Friday, July 13, 2007
1. Sleeping until I wake up. No school to drive to, nowhere to be (most days) and seeing sunshine streaming through the window instead of early morning darkness.
2. Cherries. I LOVE cherries, my favorite fruit - bing, Rainier, you name it, if it's a cherry, I'm happy. Too bad they're in season for such a short time.
3. Anything made with fresh blueberries. Same thing, just not quite as much as cherries. Blueberry cobbler, blueberries and cream or Cool Whip.
4. Wearing sandals. Yeah, I know. I live in Florida. I can wear sandals almost all year, but for a good chunk of the US and the northern hemisphere, sandals are a summer thing.
5. Wearing white. I love my white purse, white sandals, white accessories that are forbidden the rest of the year.
6. The beach. Yes, in Florida, we can do the beach 6 or 8 months a year, but it's most refreshing in the summer.
7. No homework. I don't know about you, but I find my kids' homework stressful. Telling them to do it, checking it, keeping up with what assignments are due when. The kids are pretty good about this stuff, but being a totally anal person, I check up on it and stress about it.
8. VACATION!!! One of the top things about summer I love. Doesn't matter where we go, as long as we get away together.
9. Floral pattern and bright colors. Sure, I like the subdued winter colors, the earthy fall colors and the pastels of spring, but I love the brights of summer most.
10. Backyard Barbecues. Memorial Day, 4th of July and Labor Day. We always either have friends over and grill, swim and drink fun drinks or we go to a friend's home for the same. I LOVE parties. Writing is so solitary and I'm a super social person.
11. Flowers. They're blooming everywhere. One thing is always for sure when I see pretty flowers: I did not plant them, grow them, or otherwise touch them in any way. If I had, they'd be dried up and brown.
12. Summer clothing sales. Since most stores are a season ahead, they have all the fall stuff on the racks and are discounting the summer clothes that we wear all year here. There are amazing deals to be had. And as DH says, I'm the Shopping Ninja!
13. Pink toenail polish. I love pink. It's my favorite color. But I don't feel right wearing it on my toes any time but summer.
14. Rescue Me. One of my favorite TV shows starts the season over the summer. I get to see new episodes every Wednesday night on FX. Yeah!
What about you? Have a Friday 14 list?
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Not only that, I hadn't backed up my work for two days! Aaakkk! I lost better than 1,500 words on my WIP. And this during the Challenge! When I tried to use DH's computer, his mouse died. Is it me? Are computers like the green growing things I habitually kill?
So after a bit of self pity (added to the pity party I'm indulging in because I'm not at RWA Nationals) I dragged to Office Depot and bought myself a new computer. A light at the end of the tunnel!
But alas - it wasn't to be. I got the thing home, set it up and couldn't connect to our wireless network. Our computer geek (DH's best friend) created the network so un-hackably well that only he can allow a new computer access.
OK - I can share with DH for a few days. So I set out to install my programs and printer. Only nothing is compatible with Windows Vista and I must go online to make them compatible. But I can't get on line. You see where this is going.
OK - I can wait. Patience isn't my strong suit, but I'm a writer - I wait months, sometimes years to hear from prospective publishers.
So I try to open MS Word. But wait! It doesn't have Word. Only a trial version I can use only 25 times.
WHAT????? When I get the trial version open, it doesn't even resemble the old Word. I hate it!
OK. That's all off my chest. Now I can go back to my WIP, which I've opened from a flash drive on DH's computer with good old fashioned Word - the old version. I'm all right now. And I made up all 1,500 words. Yeah - I'm no further ahead than I was 2 days ago, but I've caught up. Life is good. I must keep telling myself that!
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Thanks to Julie, I've decided to take the challenge. I'm going to attempt to write 6 pages a day - every day for the next 75 days. I may fall flat on my face. Hopefully, I'll have a finished book and a completed novella at the end of it!
On another note, we drove the girl child to camp in Cocoa Beach today. She'll be there for 5 days in a house 20 feet from the Banana River. She went last year and had a blast. I must say, though, driving through Cocoa Beach, I thought of I dream of Jeannie and that town looks nothing like the adorable town from TV. We passed abandoned businesses, a couple of hookers and one shopping center after another. I know - it was 40 years ago, but what a disappointment. I expected to see Major Nelson look-alikes strutting around, but all I saw were working girls! None was even wearing a harem outfit or a NASA uniform!
Monday, July 2, 2007
Well, we're back from the beach. We had a great time at my friend's Gulf front condo. Here's a couple views from the balcony. The place was gorgeous, the weather perfect and we totally relaxed. Except one of us doesn't care for the beach. No, that's an understatement. When I commented on how much I like the smell of the beach the day we arrived, my son said, "I hate the smell of the beach, the sand, the water, the noise. I hate everything about it." Needless to say, he spent some time playing his GameBoy and surfing on his laptop while the rest of us lazed in the gentle Gulf of Mexico on floats. My DH has always maintained that he could never live in a condo. But after staying in a $2 million, 4,000 square foot beachfront place, he's changed his tune. Only problem is, we need lots of money to get the kind of place he'd accept. I'm not holding my breath.
Friday, June 22, 2007
"It's just sitting empty this week," she said. "It would make us feel better if someone were there."
And then there's the friend who hosted my book launch party at her house since mine wouldn't comfortably hold the number of guests I'd invited. I've decided to dedicate my next book to the fab group of women who are so important in my life.
What about you? What terrific things have your friends done for you lately?
Thursday, June 14, 2007
I may still fret a bit over a rejection or because that agent I'm hoping to snag still hasn't responded, but in the big picture, it just doesn't matter that much. I've been incredibly lucky to have my work published so quickly. I've been even more fortunate to marry my soul mate and have two wonderful kids.
So the next time you hear me whining about something, you have my permission to verbally slap me. I said verbally.
I hope everyone in your life is healthy and happy. That's the most amazing feeling in the world.
Friday, June 8, 2007
Also, I bought myself a new toy - voice recognition software. This enables me to speak my books rather than type them. It takes some getting used to so I'm not fully sold on it yet. I find the narrative comes out a bit stiff. I have no idea why speaking it would make a difference, but for me, it does. Still trying though. I have Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, so if I can skip typing for several hours a day, it's got to be good.
So, what's up in your world?
Thursday, May 31, 2007
So, I'm going on a short hiatus. I want to see if I raise my productivity. I have to prepare a workshop for my next RWA meeting, do a critiques of partner's work and spend time with the family - oh yeah - and work on my WIP.
What about you? Are you tiring of blogging or are you still full-throttle?
Friday, May 25, 2007
When I think back to when I was her age, it was a different Alice Cooper song coming from my lips. At 13 or 14, I sang, "I love the dead before they rise, no hellos, no goodbyes." Yikes! What must my parents have thought?
Jefferson Airplane was big when my DH was in his early teens. "Go Ask Alice" was one of his faves. Great - a song about drug use. Since we both contributed to her gene pool, we'll be watching very carefully!
A special note for my sister Ruthie, who is in the hospital. Get well soon. I love you lots.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
A guy behind me never shut his mouth the entire time! If he wasn't shouting something toward the stage, he was loudly conversing with the guy next to him. Now these were not 17 or 18 year olds. These were parents - most in their forties and up.
What is up with this? Are manners on the decline? Do you find rude people everywhere? I seem to be surrounded by them more and more. Could this be a trend, like rising gasoline prices? God, I hope not. What do you think?
Monday, May 14, 2007
The lack of warmth was what made me stop and take notice that something had changed. And thank goodness I did notice and was able to ascertain the problem. The day I changed my behavior, she changed hers. We never discussed it, I didn't want her self-conscious about it. But it drove home the importance of maintaining the connection.
As I've mentioned here before, I'm a clean freak and I don't do well with messy kids rooms. And unfortunately both my kids seem to love living in disarray. So, I'm going to work on ignoring the mess in their part of the house. Nothing I do will turn them into neat nicks. But I can do plenty to hasten their departure. In the big picture, they're really good kids. They get good grades, don't mess with drugs and still seem to enjoy our company. I'm vowing to make a concerted effort to ignore some things so I can keep my relationship with them strong. It's like an internal compromise I know will be worth it.
What do you think? Are you any good at these types of compromises?
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
1. I wear orthotics in my shoes due to heel spurs.
2. Until about 15 years ago, I straightened my hair.
3. I wrote (bad) poetry as a kid.
4. My nephew is in a New Orleans street band that's been profiled by Time and The New Yorker magazines.
5. I'm related to 2 famous people - Franz Kafka on my mother's side (yes - a very famous writer) and Heddy Lamar on my father's side.
6. My husband is related to the notorious Hatfield clan of West Virginia.
7. My grandfather was a surgeon.
8. I HATE chocolate ice cream.
In case I tag you, here are the rules:
1) Each player starts with 8 random facts or habits about themselves.
2) People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their 8 things with a copy of these rules.
3) At the end of your blog you need to choose 8 people to get tagged and list their names.
4) Don't forget to leave them a note saying they've been tagged.
I tag: April, Tempest, Isabella, Julia, Kelley& Rowena (Sorry - you're all the bloggers I know who haven't been tagged!)
Thanks for the birthday wishes everybody!
Saturday, May 5, 2007
In the last few weeks, my husband started a second job. He's finally past the training phase and keeps assuring me the hours will ease off to a more reasonable level now. The thing is, our time together has dwindled to next to nothing. So my fun time has also dwindled. Not that I don't have fun with friends and the kids, I do. But my time with my DH charges my batteries and when that time is short, it takes a toll on both of us. I must say though, my WIP is moving along very quickly. My creative energies are all being poured into writing. So maybe there is something to that tortured artist thing. And at least, I know it's temporary. So in the meanwhile, I'll try to keep tapping into my temporarily tortured soul.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Lane hit the disconnect button of his phone as he glanced out the window of his lover’s Encino apartment. Ventura Boulevard sprawled into one mini-mall after another. How could he convince Jolie to give him access to her bank accounts? He’d probably have to shag her royal highness. That did the trick the last time. Wincing, he shook his head.
Jonathan came up behind him and wrapped his muscular arms around Lane’s torso. “What’s wrong?” His hands dropped several inches and snuck inside the waistband of Lane’s silk boxer shorts.
Stepping out of Jonathan’s reach, he pulled the curtains closed, then spun around to face him. “’Ow many bloody times do I ‘ave to tell you, mate? Keep the damned windows covered when I’m ‘ere. You know what would ‘appen to me career if anyone found out about us?”
Jonathan rolled his eyes. “I don’t think any gossip rags are still watching you. Anyway, there have been rumors about you since your Cracked Mirror days. No one would be terribly surprised.” He moved to the bed and sat on the edge, unzipped his shorts. “It’s your wife you’re worried about, isn’t it? You’re afraid she’ll find out about you. Why would she stay with a queen?”
No one could possibly suspect guitar god Lane Wood of being a fairy. His reputation had him bedding hundreds of crumpets in his single days. He studied his lover. If he wasn’t so muscular, so tan, so young and randy, he’d have given Jonathan the boot several years ago. “Jolie would never believe such rumors about me. When Cracked Mirror went on our reunion tour three years back, she was a bloody ravin’ lunatic about all the groupies ‘angin’ ‘round me.” He snickered. “She’s the last thing I’m worried about. It’s all about the cash. 'Er Royal 'ighness pinches a penny so tight, she makes the buffalo ride the Indian.”
Lane sauntered toward the bed. No, it wasn’t Jolie he was so concerned about. His fear was being found out and having his manly image blown to bits. If the world learned he was a queer, they’d all stop loving him. He’d be a laughing stock. And no one would pay to see Cracked Mirror ever again. He had to think of a way to get his hands on some big money, and soon. Might as well be Jolie’s money.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
1. "Hella Good" - No Doubt
2. "Manic Monday" - The Bangles
3. "Pride and Joy" - Stevie Ray Vaughan
4. "Truth No. 2" - The Dixie Chicks
5. "Pour Some Sugar On" - Def Leppard
6. "Electric Avenue" - Eddie Grant
7. "Suddenly I See" - KT Tunstall
8. "Holiday" - Green Day
9. "I'll Tumble for You" - Culture Club
10. "The Middle" - Jimmy Eat World
11. "Hot in Here" - Nelly
12. "Animals" - Nickelback
13. "New Shoes" - Paolo Nutini
Looking at this list, I realize how eclectic my musical tastes are:-) What about you?
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
On another note, my son's finally made his final decision on college. He'll start at the University of Central Florida in the fall and (YEAH!) live home at first. We're very happy about this because we don't get to see him much anymore and we kind of enjoy his company. Anyway - what's new with you?
Friday, April 20, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
I must take the advice of an agent I read a while back - KILL YOUR BABIES! I know - shocking to hear, huh? But I have to separate the wheat from the chaff, painful though it might be. Such is life.
Do you fall for your characters too?
On another note - I must share an email I got today - made my day:
"Just wanted to tell you that I think you tell a great story. I'm enjoying Kitten Club when I can squeeze in a few minutes here and there to read. Congrats on getting a new reader hooked."
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
1. I hate sharing drinks with anyone, including my DH and my kids. I'll happily give someone the remainder of mine as long as I don't have to drink after them. (This drives my DH crazy)
2. I am neurotic about taking care of my feet because my father has really awful feet. I exfoliate, buff, massage and pamper so mine won't EVER look like his. (Sorry, Dad)
3. I have the most allergic skin. I never try any new products for fear of a reaction. I'm using the same makeup brand I've used for 20 years.
4. I collect decorative perfume atomizers and porcelain masks.
5. I'm a planny-pants. I organize and pre-plan everything I can. I guess that's the control freak in me.
Tag - now you're it!
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
All the years spent honing my craft and attending conferences and entering and judging contests and picking apart tear-stained rejection letters has finally paid off. I must give credit to my terrific editor, Kathy Cottrell, at The Wild Rose Press for nurturing this story into a book I'm so proud of.
My advice to all the struggling romance writers out there is to keep plugging away. Eventually, with a little luck, you'll hold a book in your hand with your name printed on the front.
Monday, April 9, 2007
The kicker is, I love my WIP. It's been such fun to write. Maybe I'm focusing on too many things. I'm getting ready for my first book signing this weekend by making adorable little giveaway bags, filled with cool promo items. This has required trips to party stores, office supply stores and craft shops. Sound like excuses? Okay. I'll get back to work now.
Friday, April 6, 2007
Years ago, I owned a tanning salon in Orlando. I get a phone call one day asking me to go out to one of the fancy hotels near Disney and show a "visiting dignitary" how to use a tanning bed she'd just purchased. The caller refused to tell me who "she" was but said they'd make it worth my while. So, being young and naive, I say, sure. I arrive at the hotel the next morning and check in at the front desk. They send me to a room upstairs. When I enter the room, there's a bank of cell phones (this was long before they were in wide use and the phones were massive). Several men have earphones in their ears attached to wires that led under their shirts. A huge chalkboard had schedules for several people written on it. One of these security guys takes me to another wing and goes into a room with me. He says the dignitary is the crown princess of Saudi Arabia, who can not tan in public - she must stay too covered up. Now, the door is open and three small kids walk by in full horseback riding gear and the security guy says "Good morning, your highness" to each of them. He tells me the Princess is finishing her breakfast and will let him know when she's ready for me. Then he asks me how long my husband had been a cop. So I look at him funny and said, "I never told you guys that." He just smiles and says, "You were not chosen at random." Weird.
A few minutes later, his earphone makes noises and he says her highness (which is how I must address her) is ready. He walks me to her suite and lets me in. She's very gracious and very beautiful. I tell her she shouldn't shower after she tans for at least 2 hours to get the maximum effect. So, she says she must take a shower - now. She leaves me alone in the living room while she goes and takes a shower. Half an hour later, she comes out and I show her how to use the bed. She asks me to stay for her session. So, here's the Princess in a bathing suit on a tanning bed and me, twiddling my thumbs.
When her session is up, she gets out, thanks me and hands me three hundred-dollar bills. "Thank you, your highness," I say before leaving. As an American, the worlds feel strange on my tongue. I go back to the security room for "debriefing" and then am permitted to leave. A very strange morning. Sometimes truth really is stranger than fiction.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Is there some innate mechanism that determines who will be happy and who will be sad? I've always had a theory that nature plays into temperament more than nurture. I've seen it lots of times. Some folks will always be unhappy, no matter what wonderful things happen to them. Others are like Teflon, letting bad stuff bounce away. Sure, they're sad sometimes, but they know how to move past it.
Now, I don't know this woman in person. We used to write for the same publisher. I can tell from her emails that she is fun, effervescent and upbeat. But I take my hat off to her. She's one of those rare human beings who will always make lemonade out of any lemons thrown at her.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Something else I'm excited about is my Staff Pick days at Romance Junkies Readers group, which begins tomorrow, March 29. I'll have 3 days of hanging out with the moderator, Billie Jo, who is so much fun. I'll be giving away prizes, having trivia contests and posting excerpts from my books and short stories, including my upcoming releases, Jilted and Bride from the Black Lagoon. So come by and say hi. Tell them you know me!
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Speaking of cats, I've noticed a strange trend among my many writer friends. The vast majority are cat owners. Maybe it's because we can relate to their nocturnal nature. I'm often found pounding away at the keyboard in the wee hours. Or perhaps it's their preference for solitude that draws us to them - writing is a solitary endeavor. Although I must admit, long before I was a writer, I was a cat lover. Maybe it's my lazy nature. I have no use for an animal I have to toss a toy to a million times. All one has to do to amuse a cat is throw a toy mouse - once. Particularly if the mouse is laced with catnip.
So what about you? Do you have an animal preference?
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
Thursday, March 15, 2007
The evolution of a book is almost the opposite. When it's young and new, it's hard to like. I hate spending time with it until I figure out exactly what it will grow to be. Then, as it matures and takes on characteristics I hadn't even expected, I can't wait to write the words. As it nears a full-grown book, I'm so excited to push it out of the nest and see how well it flies. I celebrate when I'm all through raising it.