Archive for April, 2007

Good Times…

Monday, April 30th, 2007

And no, I’m not talking about the 70’s TV show.   I’m talking about how much fun I had this weekend with Jen and Vicki. 

Let me put things in perspective for you.  I have a black and gold caftan that my Mom got for me for Christmas a couple of years ago.  I put it on Friday afternoon and didn’t come out of that sucker until Sunday morning.  Even when we had to make a firewood run.  For that, much to Jen’s hilarity, I added my Crocs.   We plotted, planned, laughed, cried, ate–boy, did we eat–watched movies, talked books, process, set career goals.  Everything.  (And I spent around 10 hours working on revisions, too, so I’m very proud of myself.   )  Jen manned the stove–eggs sardou is one of my new favorite things, and Vicki’s new nickname is Keeper of the Flame, as she tended our fire.  We saw cool birds and had an owl show up in our little patch of forest two days in a row around the same time.

We had the best time. 

I know if you’ve read my blog then you’ve heard me say–and other writer’s say–that writing is a solitary job and it’s one that generally only other writers get.  (We’re fortunate enough to have an editor who gets it, too.)  But finding a group of friends who understand you–understand what it takes for you to write a book–and then help you find ways to better both is a rare treat.  I came away from this weekend–as I have every time we’ve gotten together–refreshed, energized and just plain happy.   How cool is that?

The Bent Quill Posse Rides Again…

Thursday, April 26th, 2007

Today I’m leaving for the beautiful north Georgia mountains to hang out with my fellow BQP pals Vicki Lewis Thompson and Jennifer LaBrecque.    Though my dh and kids think this is just a convenient excuse for me to hang out with my writer friends and have fun–which we do–it’s still work.  We brainstorm, plot and career plan the entire time we’re together and the dynamic seems to really create some good stuff.  (I plotted the book I just finished at our November get-together and that puppy went much smoother as a result.  Precious has put her stamp of approval on it already–minor revisions, no major overhauling so I am breathing a HUGE sigh of relief.) 

Anyway, I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend (I know I will) and I’ll fill you in when I get back.   

Whine About it Wednesday!

Wednesday, April 25th, 2007

You will hear no whines from me today.

The book is DONE.  

Naturally, I will have revisions, but Precious always makes me look better than I actually am, so no worries there.  I’m sure there are a few problems that my fried brain has overlooked, but she is magnificent and wonderful and she will find them.  I hesitate to say this because I don’t want to jinx it, but…I think this is a strong story.  I have absolutely LOVED these characters.  Their story has been an absolute joy, all tiredness aside.  (And my arm is hurting like you wouldn’t believe, even four motrin later.)

So.  Now I am going to bed.  You people whine on and I’ll join you later.

Today Is the Day…

Tuesday, April 24th, 2007

Today is the day that every writer lives for–the end of the book.  Typing those two powerful little words that signifies you have finished.  You have fought the dragon and won.  You have overcome bad hair, contrived plot twists and sloppy dialogue.  Your hero and heroine have overcome every possible obstacle that you have thrown in their path and they will not only produce beautiful children and he will not only forever love only her and think she is the most magnificent thing in the world even when she’s PMS’ing, but they will get their Happily Ever After.  The writer will shave her legs, make gradiose plans for what she’s going to do now that the book is off her desk, and call people whom suspect she’s fallen off the planet. 

Starting with her editor the instant she types “The End.”     Today.  Really.

Deadline Temper…

Monday, April 23rd, 2007

There are many things that happen when I’m on deadline.  Personal grooming falls by the wayside.  House becomes a pit.  Laundry breeds.  The slightest little noise–which might interrupt that magical kernal of dialogue that will unlock certain plot secrets–will cause me to rant and scream at whomever or whatever made the noise.  (Examples include the phone and dog.) 

But last night, I confess, was the first time that I’ve had Deadline Temper. 

What is that, you wonder?  It’s where the author freaks out and pitches a tantrum because her husband had the audacity to bring home a Burger King cheeseburger instead of the one from Jack’s like she’d asked him.  What is the difference between a Burger King burger and a Jack’s burger?  Last night they were WORLDS apart.  The author didn’t want a charbroiled burger.  She didn’t like Burger King’s fries.  She wanted a REAL burger from Jack’s and CRINKLE CUT fries, otherwise she wouldn’t have specified that her dinner come from JACK’S.

This morning a burger is a burger and she’s just as baffled at her behavior as her poor husband was last night.

“You’re almost finished with this one, aren’t you?” he’d asked after I’d calmed down.

“Yes.”

Longsuffering sigh.  “Thank God.” 

I’d Like A Castle, Please…

Thursday, April 19th, 2007

 I stumbled upon the story of Boldt Castle awhile back and have bookmarked the site.  Occasionally, I go out and look for updates, but mostly I just sigh and salivate over the story of the castle and the beauty of the place.  If you’ve never heard of it, it’s quite romantic and tragic.  Click out and take a look.

In addition, after much thought and consideration, I have decided that I would like a castle, too.  Just like this one.  Would one of you try to arrange that for me?  Pretty please?   

*blinks innocently* 

What?  You think it’s too much? 

Things on My To Do List…

Wednesday, April 18th, 2007

1.) Finish book.

2.) Finish book.

3.) Finish book.

4.) Bathe.

5.) Clean house.

6.) Go to grocery store.

7.) Buy Loretta Chase’s new book NOT QUITE A LADY and Raven Hart’s THE VAMPIRE’S SECRET, both of which I have been anxiously awaiting.

8.) Read books and realize I am a hack.

9.) Do revisions on my book.

10.) Truly finish book.

Noticing a theme here?  What’s on your to-do list?

Whine About it Wednesday!

Wednesday, April 18th, 2007

Today’s whine is small, but it’s still a whine.  So I’ll drag out my trusty and share it with you.

Because of all my dh’s crap–that should be in our outbuilding, which is full, of course–is on my carport, I can’t park there.  And it’s going to rain today. 

Currently there is a ping, pong table, a pressure washer, a shop-vac, two table saws, a weight bench, a deck box and a huge trashcan on my carport.  What’s not there, you ask?

*grits teeth*

My car.

I have threatened on more than one occasion lately to post an ad on the FreeCycle network and let people come tote it all off for free.  Dh is unmoved.

And so is that stuff!

Pissed and Disgraced…

Tuesday, April 17th, 2007

Hi, my name is Ollie and I have a confession to make.  I want to bite my owner.  And when you see what she’s done to me, you will fully understand.  Just yesterday I looked like this…

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And now, through no fault of my own, and for reasons I cannot understand, I look like this…

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  How could she do this to me???  I look like an albino squirrel!  Who cares if I had hot spots everywhere and that every time a pesky flea bites me I get another one?  I was cute and cuddly, dammit.  And look at me now!  Just. Look. At. Me.

In Which I Lament the Disappearance of my Pie…

Monday, April 16th, 2007

Yesterday was a pie-for-breakfast sort of day.  This morning I woke up and someone–more than likely my husband– had eaten the rest of the pie.   (I was sort of like Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Carribean when he realizes that Elizabeth has burned all the rum.) 

“Yes, but where is the rum?”

“The rum is gone.”

“The rum is gone?”

“The rum is gone.”

Poor Johnny is bereft and miserable over losing the rum, and that’s how I am at the moment about the last piece of Japanese Fruit Pie I knew was in the fridge when I went to bed.  Now, I know what all of you are thinking.  What is she doing having pie for breakfast?  Well, it’s simple.

She is sick of eggs.  She is sick of ceral.  She is, believe it or not, sick of pop-tarts.  (People who know me well will be gasping in shock right now.  I have been known to cart pop tarts as far as Toronto to feed the former addiction.)

Alas, all I have wanted to eat for breakfast of late is pie and waffles, preferably pie.  I am out of waffles and I am out of pie. 

:::sigh:::

It’s out of my hands now.  I suppose I’ll have to eat the M&M’s I’ve hidden in the Raisin Bran box.