My good friend, fellow Bent Quill Posse buddy, fantastic New York Times best-selling author Vicki Lewis Thompson is blogging on The Writing Playground today.  Click on over and snag a swing.  You won’t be disappointed!   

I’m still recovering.  Hope everyone has a great weekend!

The Good–Phenergan comes in a gel you can rub between your wrists, thereby avoiding taking it in the usual methods.  Which is nice.

The Bad–Makes me terribly sleepy, gives me a horrible taste in my mouth.  Of course, it’s better than the taste of puke, so…

The Ugly–Me.  I’m not a pretty sick person and right now I look (and feel) like death warmed over.  Brushing my teeth makes me want to hurl, but I do it.  Brushing my hair is too much trouble. 

Surely whatever this is will end soon.  It has to.  It.Has.To.

My whine?  Power keeps blinking on and off eating my posts!!!  Yes, we need the rain, but why the hell do we ALWAYS have to get the storms???  Must go before I lose this post, too…

Whine on…

**Update to whine–have been nauseated since 8ish, starting puking at 9.  Am taking anti-hurling meds and going to lay down for a little while.   

Dear Author,

       How could you do this to me?  How could you make me fall in love with a guy who has so much testosterone that it’s hardened his heart?  What the hell were you thinking?  This is a romance novel.  I’m supposed to get my guy.  I’m supposed to have a happily-ever-after!  If you’re going to pull a coup, or somehow take charge once again, I would appreciate it if you would hurry up.  My nerves can’t take much more of this.    And if I’m not pregnant and on the road to having a big family in the epilogue, heads are gonna roll, sister.  Get crackin’, dammit.  Make him fall in love with me!

     Humph!

     Annoyed but hopeful,

     The Heroine

Dear Hero,

     In the beginning your serious fear of commitment was rather fun.  You likened brides to big white spiders waiting in a web of tulle to trap unsuspecting ball-less grooms.  You shuddered at the mere thought of going into the heroine’s bridal shoppe.  You almost broke out in hives when confronted with anything romantic and even remotely associated with til-death-do-us-part.  In short, in the beginning, this was rather entertaining.  I thought it would be huge fun to make you fall for the heroine and do everything you swore you would never do.  The whole the bigger they are, the harder they fall adage.

     Unfortunately, we are nearing the end our journey and you have yet to come around appropriately.  You aren’t behaving as I imagined you would, expected you to, or planned. 

      This, I am sure, is a result of you being a man. 

      I am not worried, though, because as the author, I am the mistress of your destiny and you will act accordingly.  This is a romance novel and you are a romance novel hero.  Further resistance to falling in love will not be tolerated.  Consider yourself warned…

Sincerely,

The Author

There are three little girls sleeping off an entire package of cookie dough in my daughter’s bedroom this morning and the son is sacked out in his room, dreaming of those three hits he got last night at the ball field.  (Thank you, Precious!!!)  DH is off to work, the dog is working away on his chewy and all is quiet at my house.

I love it when things are quiet, and I love it even more when we aren’t in a rush to go somewhere.  Not that we won’t have another ball game this afternoon and those girls won’t need a ride home at some point today, but for the moment everything is silent and still, and all is right with my world.  I’m going to take my laptop and my Diet Dew out onto the deck and enjoy the morning with my story.

Happy Good Friday!  Hope everyone has a wonderful Easter weekend.

Sorry about missing yesterday’s post!  Things have been crazy here at Casa de Rhonda.  Yesterday I was performing daughterly duties which took me away from home until yesterday evening.  I thought I would have time to post, but…I didn’t.

So let’s whine today.  My whine?  We have another baseball game tonight.  This is #3 for this week.  One more tomorrow, on Good Friday, when we don’t even have school, for pity’s sake.  That makes absolutely no sense.  I would also like to take this opportunity to whine once again about the weather.  I am very tempted to turn on the heat this morning.  It’s quite chilly.  Oh, and that beautiful spring dress I bought for my daughter for Easter isn’t going to work either–unless she wears a parka over it.

Grrr!

Yesterday we were hurrying, trying to get to the baseball field as usual, and when I went to go outside via the carport door, I saw something that absolutely made me stop dead in my tracks.  My son–who has terrible allergies–casually swiped his finger over our pollen-coated ping-pong table–the one that prevents me from parking on the carport, btw–and then practically shoved his finger up his nose.

What the–????

“Son, what the heck are you doing?  You’re allergic.  Have you lost your mind?”

He smiled and shrugged.  “I just wanted to see if it’ll make me sneeze.”

Well, duh.

Boys.  ’nuff said.

1.) Baseball season to be over.  (Son still doesn’t like it.  4!!!!games this week.)

2.) School to be out.  (Ready to sleep in and not get up before dawn’s crack, or wrestle sleepy children up before dawn’s crack. )

3.) May royalties. (Which will pay for #’s 4 and 5.)

4.) June.  (Scotland trip with the Playfriends is in June.  Need I say more?)

5.) July. (RWA conference, 5th Harry Potter book comes to theatres and final Harry Potter book is released.)

What about ya’ll?  What can’t you wait for?