Monday, December 29, 2008
I'm making a few changes, namely with my writing. I'm not going to use a non de plume until I get this manuscript off my table and on an editors desk. I'm not going to limit myself with the genre of writing; romance is my passion, but adventure and mayhem are my specialty. I'm not going to shy away from criticism (ahem, that means I'm taking you up on your offer, Kristen!). Best of all, I haven't had a cigarette since Christmas Eve--I'm not going to make smoking a part of my writing.
Those are my resolutions. Nothing fancy, just keeping it simple and seeing where it takes me. I'm also anxiously awaiting my new toy that will keep my writing mobile--everywhere I go--my hubster bought me the new Dell Mini 9. I'm as much a tech geek as I am a hopeless romantic. He had me at Dell :o)
Monday, December 22, 2008
Saturday night we had an adult birthday party to attend. With only an hour to get ready anything and everything that could go bizarre in our house did! First, the garage door wouldn't open--the bolt that holds the pulley piece on the door flew out and ricocheted off of my Jeep. Then, while I was drying my hair, the breaker flipped and we lost power in our Master suite, bathroom, closet, and front living room where our Christmas tree was plugged in. Not knowing where the GFI for that section of the house was-flipping the breaker did nothing! I repositioned myself to finish getting ready in my son's bathroom--not Mom friendly territory!
We were able to leave thirty minutes late, still needing to stop and get drinks/food. My hubster, wearing his coiled Santa hat that looked like a Tigger reject, pranced through our neighborhood market to get the items we needed. Twenty minutes after that we were on our way to the party.
Arriving fashionlessly late, we proceeded to eat, drink, and be merry. The party was a lot of fun. We sang karaoke on the Play Station 3--definitely picking this up for a gift! We lit a fire in their outdoor pit. Best of all we took some great pictures of everyone while we had the chance. Leaving by 1:00 a.m.--we have a little one at home which means a curfew--we slept for a few hours then headed out again.
Our Sunday was non stop. With so much to do before Christmas and not enough time to do it, we spent yesterday shopping, wrapping, and hiding gifts. There's a few stocking stuff left to get, a few orders waiting to arrive, and one or two more parties to attend before the big day.
We're so blessed to have the good karma that hit us this past week, good friends to celebrate with, a fantastic family, and best of all each other. God bless, and Merry Christmas to all.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Trying to save money? Trying to keep it simple this year? Trying to preserve the last bit of sanity as you stand in line with the must have toy of the year for your 10, 11, 12, etc. year old? Good luck.
This year the hubster and I are having to buy at two different ends of the age scale for our kids. Our 10 year old boy wants BMX gear, clothes (yeah, boys like clothes too if you buy the right kind), an Ipod, dirt bike, gold chain, XBox 360 (as if the regular XBox, PS 1-2-3-PSP aren't enough!) and cold hard cash. He did say he wanted samurai swords and an air soft gun (cheaper than the rest of the stuff he wants), but we're holding them in reserve pending his midterms.
Our 1 year old son doesn't have a clue what the decorations are for (besides the joy he gets out of knocking them over or pulling them off the tree), so our list for him is what we make it. Not to mention he just had his first birthday barely a week ago so the presents he got are still fun. Keeping the two celebrations (his birthday and Christmas) separate are going to be much harder as he gets older.
So here's good tidings to all. May we keep our sanity, patience, and road rage under control as we all try to survive the Christmas rush and New Year.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
The picture doesn't do it justice; the papers behind this, that are not finished, ARE ALL STAPLED! She's such a good sport, but has yet to go to her staple anonymous meetings.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Or so we thought! Arriving at the party we (1) almost knocked on the wrong door, (2) are carrying in a six pack each of berry flavored Smirnoff Ice and Hard Lemonade (real classy), and (3) were severely under dressed!
The hostess greeted us at the door wearing a floor length red sequined ball gown. We walked further into the home where everyone gathered around hor devours and wine...dressed in gowns! The men wore slacks, button downs with argyle sweaters or blazers, and ties!
The snazziest thing I wore was my purse that ended up in the spare bedroom with everyone else's coats and purses. The food was catered, the music was a DJ, and the atmosphere was high class. Short of running out of the house we ended up by the pool, I smoked a few, we downed a few drinks, and had a few Jello shots to shake off the embarrassment, no, anxiety perhaps.
The people were very kind, and not too many looks and whispers were directed our way. The time of night came when everyone headed indoors for the gift exchange...damn! We didn't bring gifts either. Our exit was only a screen door away. My girlfriend gathered the last couple of drinks as I tried to distract the stragglers and the DJ. They knew something was up, but at the first opportunity we bolted out the side door and ran to her car.
After a run in with the Sheriff, a few missed turns, and a few 80's songs, we made it back to her house. We ended up playing the Wii (bowling) and finishing off the beers with cookie dough and baked cookies. As for the under dressed part...well, there's always next year. We're already planning on buying our gowns when prom rolls around!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Without going into too much detail, I have had the opportunity to use Verbal Judo at work, at home, and even in my writing as I introduce a new kind of character. I also use it when I get the urge to hurl my laptop or computer through the nearest window because of something that doesn't work, or if I loose a file or connection. There are tons of examples in the book, and though the writing itself could use some work, the idea is very layman's and logical. To give this book a rating of 1 to 5 stars, I give it a 4. If anyone wants to borrow a copy let me know or you can go here to buy it.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Height 5' 10"
My goal is:
Height 5' 10" (already there!)
Age 25, okay fine I'll stay at 30!
BMI Below 21
This isn't outrageous. It's exactly where I should be, and where I use to be pre-pregnancy. Friends and family say it's baby weight. Yeah, when I had a baby. I have a one year old and a 10 year old now, that excuse reached it's statute of limitations 9 months ago! The only excuse I have is laziness. This is the last I will post on the subject until I reach my goal.
DO OR DIET!
Monday, December 8, 2008
1-1/2 cup of milk
1 small pack of instant banana cream pudding
1 small cool whip (8 oz)
1 can of sweetened condensed milk
1/2 cap full of Vanilla
**you'll also need at least 4-5 bananas and a box or two of Nilla wafers after you mix the other ingredients.Mix this all together. Then layer "Nilla" wafers on the bottom and sides of a pan or bowl. Layer sliced/diced bananas on top, then pour half of the mix on top of the wafers and bananas. Add more wafers and bananas for a second layer and pour the rest of the mix on top. Smooth it out with a spatula or spoon. Take two wafers and crumble them on top, adding a rim of wafers along the sides for decoration and taste. Voila! Banana Pudding Paradise! It can be eaten right then or it's best when chilled for a few hours. It's even better the next morning for breakfast. And even better that night for a late snack. Oh what the hell, it's good any time of day!
Thursday, December 4, 2008
How do I juggle the holiday chaos, the two birthdays I have to throw/attend, the shopping I haven't begun, the Christmas parties that start tomorrow night through the next three weeks, not to mention my day job?
So my question is, write or not? Wait for the chaos to disappear and start fresh in January? I want to be done by mid-January so I can submit and get a response before my birthday. It's a big deal for me this time as I'm reaaaaaalllly excited about this book and think with the right editing and strong ending it will be great.
I think I'll drink, I mean THINK on it this weekend and see what I come up with!
Monday, December 1, 2008
Then again, I have a few items I want for Christmas so maybe I'll suck it up and go shopping. Number one on my list is the safety fence for our pool. Our little guy started walking much sooner than we anticipated and after the unfortunate accident last year with Lou...well, we really need the fence. Number two is a jewelry box. I have a jewelry box, but the knobs keep falling off and my little one takes them! Number three on my list is a new cell phone. I'm a geek when it comes to gadgets. The new Blackberry looks heavenly, and though it's worth more than my total list combined I still want one.
What's your Christmas list look like?
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
2.) I use to bar tend. Not many people in my current life are privy to my past. While serving in the Marine Corps I moonlighted as a bartender…. in a strip club. I had to wear a full tuxedo minus the coat tails and still made more at the bar than the naked chics grinding on the pole! Not to mention I had quite a bit of information about my superiors from that place so it made my last two years in much easier. One of many lives I’ve lived.
3.) I have a sunglasses fetish. Every store I pass that has sunglasses on display is sure to get my business. At any given time I will have 4-5 pair in my Jeep. What…I need backup!
4.) I watch Sponge Bob and Back To The Barnyard on Nickelodeon. Even when my kids aren’t home!
5.) I make my kids say Yes Ma’am and No Ma’am. It’s a dying discipline in this world, but I firmly believe that when my kids are older they will appreciate it. Any kid that says yes ma’am and no ma’am are aces in my book. It shows respect and manners. Whether they mean or not, they at least know its value.
6.) I love chocolate. Chocolate is my antidote for corn (See #1).
7.) Little People scare me. I’m not prejudiced, just phobic. I have a fear of clowns too so add a clown suit to a little person and I’ll dig my own grave.
8.) I’m a masochist. I work at a job I hate and work harder than everyone around me just to keep it. I know, it’s a sad disease I am trying to find a new job cure for. Chocolate can’t help on this one.
Now...who to send this to?
Ok, so the tag rules are as follows: Each player starts with eight random fact/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. At the end of your blog post, you need to tag eight people and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they have been tagged and to read your blog.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
I don't work in a two-story building to push them off of or have an elevator shaft I can throw them down, but I have some other plot twist that will lead them to their own demise. Stay tuned...
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
I shooed them back inside and proceeded to get dressed for work. Out of habit I leave my bedroom slider door open so the boys can do their morning business while I'm getting ready. Only this morning they decided to take off out of the back yard. There's a whole big enough on one side of the fence that they apparently squeezed through to escape. I had Bam inside and couldn't just take off on a chase so I yelled for them. Nothing. I yelled again threatening to leave the TV on day time soaps. Still nothing.
Damn dogs. I finished getting dressed, loaded the Jeep with Bam and all his goodies, and took a drive around the neighborhood to see if I could find them. Nothing. Cursing them under my breath and praying they were okay, I went by the house to see if they came back. Opening the garage I saw them sitting there, tongues hanging out, tails wagging--well, Nixon's tail at least. How the hell did they get back in?! Whatever, they were home and I had half a mind to lock them both in the pokey. That's the cage we had for Doug as a pup when he would try to eat his way out of the house. Now they use it as a safe haven from me when they do things like this morning.
Securing the two heathens inside-no, I didn't lock them up-I headed back out to get my day started. I dropped Bam off at his grandma's, stopped for gas, and reached for my cell phone to check messages. No phone. My hand searched every nook and cranny of my purse, Jeep, and pockets. No phone. I was already 7 minutes late and didn't have a valid excuse to run back home to get it. As soon as I reached my office, I called to check my messages, logged on to VZ to see if I had any texts, and called my husband to let him know I was without my convenient connection to life today. It's sad how easily I have become attached to such a small piece of technology. My hand is twitching and I keep looking in my purse thinking it's there, but other than that I'm coping.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
The interview was AT the county jail. Not in an office close by, or even at the Viera courthouse where I thought pretrials took place. See, the job I applied for is a CJ Officer position that handles pretrial release. An overview of the job: within 24 hours of arrest a person must be seen by a judge. On an average day 75-100 people are brought in to the jail which could cause for some long days/nights for the one or two judges that work the court at the jail. Oh yeah, there's a whole corridor of offices that surround a court room just for this purpose which makes it convenient for the justice process to happen in a timely manner. Or at least the beginning of it. In order to keep the working hours to a norm, there are 6-8 officers that pre screen the arrested to see if they need to be seen by a judge (felony/2nd misdemeanor/etc.) or if they can just be processed and released.
There I was, seated in the little office with no windows, cinder block walls, and one ominous metal door that had to be unlocked to enter, and locked once entered. I'm not a claustrophobic person, but finding an escape route became my immediate priority. I met with two people, (A) the person that would hopefully be my boss, and (B) the person that seemed most likely to hire me as we had much more in common.
Person (A) did all the question asking. The questions were pretty general...if you were used to the environment they worked in! Here's some of the Q & A's that I've been over analyzing the past 24 hours.
The very first question asked:
Q: What is a felony?
A: A crime that constitutes more than a year in prison; shooting someone is a felony.
Analysis: You idiot! They know this, they wanted to hear the definition, not a description!
Q: If someone came in that had perpetrated against you or someone you know, how would you handle them?
A: I would likely be biased in my judgement and report the situation to my direct supervisor so they could assign someone else to the case.
Analysis: Damn good answer! I was honest and showed fairness in my judgement--I was also eyeing the door at this point wondering if anyone on the other side had a key.
Q: In the event of an arrested or inmate becoming rowdy or even in the event of a hostage situation, how do you think you would react?
A: I've never been in a hostage situation so I couldn't be sure of my reaction. I've been able to handle other crisis' and keep a level head.
Analysis: I should have brought up scenarios that I was trained for in the Corps! The only difference, I was carrying a rifle or 9mm then so I had a little more say in the outcome! In my mind I was kicking and screaming at the door by this point.
Q: How do you handle stress?
A: I go home at the end of the day, have a cigarette and maybe a glass of wine, and let it go.
Analysis: Why do they need to know that I smoke? I don't smoke during the day, usually only when I'm having a few drinks with friends as I've worked very hard on disciplining my bad habit, yet I put it out there as a crutch/cure for stress??? What the hell is wrong with me?! Now I was thinking of having a cigarette.
Q: How do you handle depression?
A: I go home at the end of the day, have a cigarette and maybe a glass of wine, and let it go.
Analysis: Dumb ass.
Q: What type of people do you have a hard time working with?
A: I work well with most people as I'm a very non-confrontational person. If there is a problem with an individual I like to compromise and find a solution.
Analysis: Bullshit. I'm known as the angel of death at my current job (Shut up Rayna). If there's someone I don't like I make it known and take every opportunity to show their weakness. My hubster said people should coat their office doors with lambs blood when I'm around! I really don't hunt people down to point them out, it takes a true moron or jackass that is down right rude to get my dark side showing. So in my defense, I really am non-confrontational (I was ready to start digging a tunnel through the linoleum after this question).
The rest of the Q & A's were pretty standard as far as "standard" goes. I was a little nervous going in as the person before me wore a suit and carried a brief case. I was more nervous coming out as the person after me also wore a suit and carried a briefcase. I wore dark grey slacks, a royal blue lace camisole with a taupe wrap long sleeve over it, my matching suede half-boots, and carried my yellow KVZ purse and planner. Don't get me wrong, I looked and felt good, but with 24 hours to analyze EVERY aspect of the interview...I'd like to erase yesterday and try again.
Oh well, if I don't get the call I know why; if I do get the call I'll over analyze their reasoning for hiring me. Either way I've thought about it too much!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
What is your dream job?
How would you prepare for the interview?
What is a must DO for an interview?
What is a huge DON'T for an interview?
I'll post a post-interview blog on Friday. Wish me luck!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
My grandfather was an Airborne Ranger in WWII. He was MIA in enemy territory for months until he was taken in by a family in France that was eventually able to get him to the American Embassy. He died at the tender age of 91 with little said about his time over seas, but left me a box full of memories I continue to piece together to reveal the harsh reality he faced.
My biological father served as a Marine during the Vietnam conflict. He too speaks little of what happened during his time there, and has since moved on with life.
My step-father served in the NAVY. No war occurred during his service time, which gave him ample opportunity to get into trouble. A spider monkey in a utility closet during inspection rings a bell. Oh the stories he has are going to make into one of my books some day!
My uncle, my step-dad's partner in crime, served in the Army at the same time...getting into the same kind of trouble. These two are what the comedy black and whites were modeled after!
My father-in-law served in the Marine Corps during the Korean War. He was one of the few that served at the Battle of Chosin Reservoir--otherwise known as the Frozen Chosen. Some may remember Chesty's quote as they sat surrounded by the Chinese and Korean troops: "We've been looking for the enemy for some time now. We've finally found him. We're surrounded. That simplifies things." My father-in-law says very little about his time overseas.
My husband and I met while serving in the Marine Corps. Ours was a forbidden love that I will also write about some day. He served many oversea operations and got out in 2000. I served through 2001 and was recalled after 9/11 to served through 2002. We were finally married in June of that year after I came home. Our oldest son was just turning 4 then and was in our wedding; the following year he thought we were going to have another party like our wedding to celebrate our anniversary! That should be the way we celebrate, but who can afford it annually?!
Many of our friends still serve in the military, all branches, and we are very proud of them. My thanks and prayers are with all those who have served, are serving, and the families that sacrifice to support them. Our government is not perfect, but our military is the reason we have the freedom and rights to screw it up. Remember that when you sit down for supper, kneel down for prayer, and lay down to sleep tonight.
Have you hugged your veteran today? Happy Veterans Day!
Monday, November 10, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
The night sky glittered with spirits as they rose from the depths of their resting places. The plane between life and death was open at different moments in time for all spirits to pass through freely. Dead walked among the living. In turn, the living could walk among the dead, though few ever did. Sage was living. She was an empath. She was also a walker. Easily termed such, walkers were able to walk between planes, walk through time—though only present and past, never future—and sometimes walk through hell. Many with this gift did not accept it as a reality, only a dream, which made it harder for Sage to live a normal life in everyone else’s reality.
In her reality witches and warlocks were her neighbors, fairies and gnomes were more than garden accessories, and the boogie man did not live under her bed or in her closet. He lived in the blue house with grey trim just down the street. In her reality she saw things others refused to see.
So what are you working on today/this week?
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Yes, he wants to be MJ for Halloween! You should see the video of him dancing...Lord help us.
Saturday (Oct. 25): First thing Saturday morning I had my monthly STAR meeting. The Deep Dish was fantastic and I'm still editing from the comments everyone made on my first chapter. I'm so excited, but that's another post!
Then I had to get home to take the boys to our oldest son's Fall Festival at school. Fifty tickets and four won sodas later we headed home to get ready for his game. Baseball fields were flooded so we had a two hour reprieve from watching little league and chasing our 10 month around the playground. Yeah, he's walking that good now.
That night we had a Halloween/costume/Texas Hold'em/Birthday bash for a friend. Our oldest also had a Halloween party that started 30 minutes before ours. This put my husband and I in an awkward position of dropping him off in full costume:My hubster was the Tooth Fairy, and I went as a Native American with an Afro...and Afro-American! The night ended with a three way tie on the Texas Hold'em tournament and the hostess winning the best costume. It's always fun when you mix costumes, alcohol, cards, and friends.
Sunday (Oct. 26th): We rested. Cleaned house, grocery shopped, and rested.
I hope everyone had a great weekend and I'm looking forward to this Friday. Halloween with the boys will be fun.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
(1) The Good-I'm forced to find a new job, so I might as well start my real career.
(2) The Bad- I know the money will be a lot less, BUT I'll be using my degree that I'm paying for...forever!
(3) The Ugly- I have no excuse not to get my butt busy with my writing in the mean time...Okay, so that's not really 'Ugly', but I feel it's a blemish on my 'To Do' list as I have not written in 8 days.
Yeah, you read that right, I've been a non-writer. I'm not proud of it so BACK OFF! I'm setting aside my time tonight and the rest of the week to get at least 5000 words done by Friday.
So what's your Good, Bad, and Ugly for this week??
Monday, October 13, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
We still have adventures, just not 30,000 feet above the ground, usually not at night with cammo paint and ghillie suites, and often sober unless we are lucky enough to find a babysitter--they hide at the end of the rainbow with the leprechauns now; that's how rare they've become!
So in lieu of simpler times, I've decided to bring back the weekend recap but with a new spin. It's now going to be my Sunday Synopsis. I need to keep focused on my writing, especially in these hard times, because it's what keeps me motivated and staying positive that things WILL get better.
There's so much coming up in the weeks ahead that I'll have plenty to write about so be sure to check in on Sunday nights or Monday mornings for the Sunday Synopsis updates!
Thursday, October 9, 2008
(1) Tomb Raider
(4) Cave Chic
(6) Killer Bee**with added clothing!
I know my favorites, so post your comments here to vote or at my MySpace. The contest ends on the 17th!
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Ok, proud momma moment.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
That's friggin' hysterical. It's like the teen movie version of Pirates of the Caribbean. "We are happy on the ship and we are celebrating Eid," pirate spokesman Sugule Ali told The Associated Press by satellite phone. Even funnier, they have a pirate spokesman. I want a pirate spokesman.
One of my current In The Works is titled A Pirate's Booty. This has given me the spark of inspiration I needed to get started on my 20 page goal this week. Yes, I know I write every night, but last night I had my first couple of chapters from my new critique partner to read. Sometimes writers need to read to remember why they're writing :o)
Monday, September 29, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
I'm going to read, write, and de-stress myself from work woes. Things will get better eventually...
Have a great weekend and keep the COSTUME IDEAS coming!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Mind you, I was 8 months pregnant and nothing else would fit. I won the costume contest and my hubster (the tall, pale and handsome guy next to me) won the tournament.
This year is a bit different. I'm not pregnant, I'm playing in the tournament, and I have no costume. I'm much smaller than last year, (but not small enough!) and can't come up with a single idea that could top the Magic Eight Ball. HELP!
Post your ideas and help me find the most original costume. In return, I'll hold a contest of my own with the new poll of the ideas posted and will give the winner a Spooktacular prize! The prize being a copy of the new Nora Roberts book 'Tribute' and a goody bag. So post your ideas and check out the poll to vote!
Monday, September 15, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
I remember that day. I was working my civilian job, fresh from the Corps, when it happened. A month later I received orders to report back to active duty and resume my MOS as a field radio operator. I left a 3 year old son and a husband that I had yet been able to marry because our love was forbidden in the service when we met. That's a love story for a later date. What really hit home for me is that my son knew there were bad men attacking us and knew I had to leave because of them. To this day I feel that moment is the reason he is so protective of me.
My point is, it affected everyone differently. Wounds heal, but scars stay as a reminder. Though I mourn the loss of loved ones and fear it will happen again in my children's lifetime, I know we will have better days ahead because of the men and women that wake up a million miles from home, eat cold meals if any at all, wear the same uniform day in and day out, maybe getting a call home once a week/month, knowing they may never make it home again, all to protect us and our great nation.
What really makes this day special are those who served, serve now, and will in the future. What really makes this day special is that our baby boy, Bam, is 9 months old today. What's really special is that our oldest son was worried he wouldn't be able to find something red, white, and blue to wear to acknowledge today (all on his own doing). What's really, really special is that I live in America and have the freedom to write about it.
Remember that little things sometimes make the biggest impact. Big things sometimes make the least noise and calls for moments of silence. What does this day mean to you?
Monday, September 8, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
I was so happy when I held my son that all the fears and worries washed away with the tears of joy I cried. After nine months of running and still gaining weight, wearing a GP tent, and trying to live a double standard to prove I belonged, I finally found my purpose in life. Being a Mom. I have to tell you that being a Mom vs. being a Marine...the Corps is a breeze compared to this.
Yes, I became a wife--which I live my romance and happy ending every day--and I work a full time job, and write, and did the college degree, the worldly travels, saved a squirrel, and so many other 'once in a life time' opportunities. Becoming a mom tops all of those things. Even now, ten years later with the hormones raging, the school dramas, the worry as he's off with friends, or even while he sleeps at night and I still peek in to make sure he's okay.
One decade ago I started the rest of my life. One decade ago I was able to see my future. It has led me to this place called motherhood. Though not always glamorous, it is what we make it. I've had so much fun that now I have two boys to cherish. Here's to my first baby, Happy Birthday Ant. I love you.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
It's very real on an everyday level then in a blink of an eye turns very dark, seductive, and fantastically adventurous. When I say dark I'm talking to the point of dangling the proverbial carrot in front of the horse dark. You know, tempting fate, selling your soul, walking with the devil kind of dark. Come to think of it, my heroine does walk with the devil in one chapter. She even tempts fate by falling in love with the wrong guy...not the devil, but certainly no angel. Well, maybe. You'll get a sneak peak on my website once I hit my goal page/word count. It's turning out better on paper than I had imagined in my head! I love it when creativity flows through my fingertips onto my keyboard.
Stay tuned; it's getting to the really good part!
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
The building checked out okay, but I'm not sure where we'll be parking! Maybe the business across the street will let us use their lot for parking and we can wade in to work:o)
The water in our neighborhood has gone down considerably, but the Lake Washington area is still a disaster. We drove to the store for essentials (i.e. baby formula, bread, ice cream...the essentials!) and found that the rest of Melbournites who were not flooded in were also at the store.
All in all, it was an uneventful day. I watched more of the Olympics, had some chocolate, watched Pirate's of the Caribbean...again, had some wings, watched a little more TV, put the little guy to bed, kissed my other boys goodnight, and now I'm writing. Tomorrow is another, hopefully brighter, day. Work in the afternoon at least, cards at a friends house, and some more writing. What are your plans?
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Okay, it was light out, the rain was steady, but bearable, and the wind was blowing to the north, south, east, and west. We were on a mission. Family and friends were spread throughout the county in need of our assistance. Not really, but we drove out anyway to check on everyone.
Roads are flooded, neighbors are having to sweep water out of their garages, some are floating down the road in canoes because their cars are under water, and parents are going stir crazy because it is the second day of three that the schools are closed after just going back from summer break this past Monday! This storm is wreaking havoc on Brevard's drainage. Homes are flooding, pools overflowing, and dogs disappearing in the back yard as they run out to pee. Gators are swimming through neighborhoods, catfish are being caught in driveways, and drunken adults are yelling at their kids on skateboards and water rafts "That's not how you do it. Give me that umbrella and I'll show you how it's really done!" (I'm not kidding).
It's now after dark and the rains are still raining, winds still windy, and weather forecasts still dreary. This is as bad if not worse than a hurricane. TS Fay is literally hovering over us like an eternal black cloud. The only solace I have during this miserable weather is that the boys are finally asleep, the hubster is playing his boxing game, and I can now edit my final draft for submission.
Monday, August 18, 2008
I know, I meant to have this up last week, but it has been a very long and hectic weekend. None of which I was able to write...at all! As most of you know I have a list of books that I am in the middle of writing. Few of you even know the method behind my madness of starting a completely new book in the middle of a hot streak while working on another one. In celebration of reaching an "In The Works" record, I have decided to add the list of my current titles to the side bar (<---that way). Some are closer to being finished than others and some are just play things for now as I use them to brainstorm on the bigger stories. However, all of them will eventually be complete and PUBLISHED! Take a look and tell me what you think!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
I have the newest title I'm working on, "A Pirate's Booty", which is very adventurous and fast paced, so I know I'll be busy in the coming weeks to get as much of it done as possible for entry in another writing contest.
This evening I am working on a list of all of my current "In The Works" so find a title you like and keep pushing me to get it done! Having people interested in my stories while I'm writing them has been the drive behind finishing them. Thank you!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
I had a very strange dream last night about my garden gnome. I only have one, his name is Dante (after the Italian poet), and he's a prankster. I've wanted to add other gnomes to keep him company, but I haven't been able to find any with his charm and personality.
So my dream started out with me in the garden, planting a new mini-bird of paradise and some cladiums. Dante saunters over asking me if I could find him a female companion because he is lonely. I of course am dumbfounded that my garden gnome is even talking to me, but nonetheless I agree to help find him a mate.
In the rest of the dream I am basically presenting female gnome after female gnome to him as if I were a Madame in the Fantasy world of Gnomeville. It was hysterical as I pranced them on stage in beauty pageant style and he, Dante, scored them from 1-10 as if judging for a crown.
I never finished the dream as I woke up to my little guy cooing an laughing, ready to start his day. I dismissed the whole dream until I received an email offer from the same place I bought Dante. Coincidence? De ja vu? Who knows. In any case I am going to buy Dante a female companion so he can romance himself a gnome.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
I'll post a sneak peek of the new book on my site once I submit it to STAR.
As for the POLL results, it looks like 80% love Romantic Suspense, 10% Paranormal, and 10% Historical. Amazing results. Again, thanks to everyone who voted!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
I have so many that I’ve started, and that intertwine with other characters in other books, yes, I know I need to finish one! So my process really begins with the genre of book I’m writing. They are all in the Romance category, but there are so many kinds of romance; Mystery Romance/Paranormal Romance/Adventure Romance/Military Romance…and so many more to choose from. I have one in just about every category so far. Yes, I know I need to submit them!
The character name needs to flow with the mood of the book, like my character Melinda in ‘Back Home’ is a paranormal romance. And Cadence in ‘Eye Speye’ is a military romance. The last names need to jive with the first names and don’t necessarily need to be of “Vanderbilt” quality, but should be memorable. A couple of my ‘guys’ are Connor Reed and Chas McGregor. Say the name out loud. Now say it in a sentence that would set the ‘mood’ of the book:
“Uh,” she started to reply but words were stuck in her throat unable to get past the dumfounded look she had on her face. Connor Reed. The man that saved her life as a young woman, and caused her many sleepless nights thinking of him, was kneeling in her mother’s kitchen. Melinda Shay-McGregor was a grown woman now and was brought back to that night when she had feared for her life only to be rescued by a man she was certain had been sent to haunt her.
Sounds good, right? Just go with it. The most important thing to remember when searching for the right name is that you have to be able to build a character around it that your readers will want to get to know. When I read I want to connect with the characters, whether I like them or not, I want to form my own idea of what they look and sound like with the basic outline already in my head from the writer’s description. A name is important in creating that description.
You can’t have a brown haired/brown eyed girl named Emerald and expect it to flow. Seriously, close your eyes and envision a woman named Emerald and tell me what you see…I see a beautiful woman with long red hair and green eyes. That flows. Your guy can’t have a chiseled jaw line with six-pack abs and bronze skin with a simple name either, I’d place any number of simple names here, but I don’t want to offend anyone; You need a sexy name for a sexy character, a loveable name for a loveable character, et cetera, et cetera.
When all is said and done, you want your books to be read. The name of the book is the most important ‘eye catcher’ when it’s sitting on a shelf with a million other romance novels. The back cover that gives you the tidbit on what the book is about is the second, and this where the names will be seen first.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
My husband and I practically melt, our hearts going out to him. We're not an unhealthy family, by no means, but Anthony hears us both complain about our weight that I know we've given him the wrong impression.
Not only is he being hard on himself about his weight, but now he's self-conscious about his glasses (that he's worn since the 1st grade), he's starting to get pimples on his chin, AND he's got hair growing under his arms and, well according to him "down there" also. Of course my face was beet red and my mind was racing at what the hell I was going to do about all of this.
He's only nine! Okay, so he turns 10 at the end of next month, but he's not old enough to be going through puberty! I'm not ready for him to be going through puberty! So what do I do? I send in my hubby. No one knows what to say to him better than his Dad, right?
So what does Dad do? He gives him a high-five and a Borat "Very Nice". Oh boy…the only thing I have to say to this is "Thank GOD we don't have girls!"