Monday, May 30, 2011


Watched the newest pirates movie with the family today. We sat close to the front which got me to thinking that some faces just aren't meant for close ups. That Barbosa is one ugly dude! I found the fight scenes rather tiresome, though I don't actually get sick of Johnny Depp. How can a man be hot when he has gold teeth and wears too much eyeliner? I just don't get it. I guess it's one of life's mysteries. I especially enjoyed the romance between the cute bible toting guy and the mermaid. It reminded me of Splash. Maybe I shouldn't admit this, but I love that movie. It's just so romantic. Got to love Tom Hanks.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

First Love

You know that feeling you get at the beginning of a relationship? The one that makes the sun shine brighter? At first you just know that this  person is 'the one.' He/ she is everything you ever dreamed of. The possibilities are limitless---until you discover that first flaw. You know then, that more will follow. It won't be long until the fun times feel a little less fun, and the relationship, at times, even feels like work.
Starting a new story feels exactly like this. It occurred to me today, that this is the reason I have so many beginnings, and so few endings. I'm addicted to the exctiment of starting something new.
It's time for a new addiction: the thrill of writing the words, The End

Monday, May 23, 2011


I guess it's time to face reality and lay the 'quit the day job' dream to rest. For now I'm stuck with ringing up groceries. I've tried to come up with better job options, but keep coming across the same problem: they all involve work. Who came up with this system anyway? Why can't we creative types get paid to daydream? That's the only thing my brain is really good at, anyway. My body is failimg miserably. Or at least my hands are. I have tendinitis so bad I have to do most of my writing with my left hand. I'll probably end up having surgery. At least I'll get a few weeks off from work. Got to look at the bright side, I guess.
Read over my Demon story today. It's better than I remembered. I'm thinking I might actually finish it, but I can't guarantee anything. Another reality I've finally faced involves goal setting. It doesn't work for me. I'm too much of a rebel. As soon as the adult me puts a goal into words the child me screams, I'm not going to do it and you can't make me! I suppose I could try putting the child me in time out for awhile, maybe just long enough to finish another novella. Wish me luck.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Is anybody out there?

As I was trying to fall asleep last night this thought came to me--- How do you know when you've crossed the line from positive thinking and dreaming big, to kidding yourself and becoming delusional? Common sense tells me that I should believe all those publishing professionals who say it's damn near impossible to make a living from writing fiction. So why do I cling to the fantasy that if I work really hard, and write really good stories, eventually it will happen? I suppose the answer is obvious, I've spent most of life in a make believe world where good stuff happens to nice people and bad stuff only happens to the mean icky people (nevermind that I made them up too.)
 Another thought has occurred to me. What number constitutes making a living? If all those experts are talking about fifty grand a year, then yeah, that's a bit high for most writers. I make half that working part time as a grocery clerk. (Don't take this personally grocery shoppers, but I don't want to wait on you anymore.) So here's my plan, I'll convince my husband that he needs a new  hobby, such as becoming one of those extreme couponing freaks who get a 1,000 dollars worth of groceries for free. (He'll only be allowed to go through the lines of clerks I don't like.) This would save us ten thousand a year. Then I'd only need to earn fifteen thousand a year from my writing.
This still seems a bit steep. I've got it! It's brilliant. I'll put out an ad to all the women who read my upcoming erotic story, bragging that the hero is actually my husband, and then I'll sell thousand dollar raffle tickets. The winner will get one night with him. Surely this will bring in another fourteen thousand a year. If my math is correct, I now only need to earn one thousand dollars from my writing this year. I can do this! This is great, perfect, amazing. Or am I becoming delusional?

Friday, May 20, 2011

what I'm reading

For mother's day my son bought me "The Year of Living Biblically." It's a humorous, but well researched book about following all the rules in the bible. I personally gave up on the bible after reading the whole thing about stoning your bride on her father's doorstep if you discover that she is not a virgin on your wedding day. I have some issues with the whole 'abomination' thing too. Just read a line that I feel the need to share. Is it plagairizing if I site my source? I hope not. Here it is. "A friend of mine once said that we shouldn't underestimate peoples ability to hold totally contradictory opinions and be just fine with it. It's a uniquely human trait like speech and blushing."
It's nice to know that I'm not the only one guilty of this.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011


I just spent the day editing the proof of Betty Being Bad, while taking care of my daughter, who had her wisdom teeth pulled today. Considering what she's been through, I think I'll pass on complaining about my back aching, and my eyes stinging from staring so intently at the screen. Never again will I feel critical of a little typo in someone else's published work. After a while, you start seeing what you think is there, what should be there, and not what actually is. (It's like those first few months of dating, when you're still in the honeymoon stage, and you believe him when he says he only drinks a beer now and then.) Still, writing beats the heck out of ringing up groceries which is what I have to go do  now. Yippee!

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Writing Away!

I've been deep into a new story, so haven't written anything here in a while. Okay, I admit it, I've been working on more than one story. When it comes to romance (the fiction kind) I simply cannot remain monogamous. I've changed titles several times already, but at the moment I'm calling the new erotic story, Take Me Tonight. It's about a woman who has been in love with the same guy since her teenage years, but he sees her only as a friend. When he becomses engaged to her sister she is of course, heartbroken. Her solution? She sets out to lose her virginity, and that's all I'm giving away. The idea is from a short story I wrote years ago. The short version left out all the juicy details. This one won't!