Life’s Little Curve Balls…

on July 5, 2007

Why is it the things that are good for us are rarely the things we want? It’s one of the mysteries of the universe. There is a line in a Cheryl Crow song that goes something like…It’s not having what you want, It’s wanting what you’ve got…My goodness that is so true. For me anyway. It’s like some sort of cosmic joke. You spend so much time wanting something good to happen and then when it does, you don’t want it. What’s up with that?

Take chocolate. No, don’t take my chocolate – unless you want to draw back a bloody stump – but chocolate in general. Who wouldn’t rather have a wonderful piece of chocolate fudge cake than a Caesar Salad? But which one is good for you? See? It’s annoying I tell you.

Take writing for example. It sounds like fun doesn’t it? Writing a romance novel, getting to create these characters and putting them into funny, dangerous or sexy situations. It would be a blast, right? Yeah, until you try it. Then it’s like having your teeth pulled with no Novocain while a schnauzer chews on your toes. Painful and annoying all at the same time.

But then you struggle through and you get to type the two most wonderful worlds in writing land. THE END. You print out your work and there you have it, a completed manuscript. I, of course, have not experienced this thrill first hand as of yet though I’m keeping the hope alive that I will within the next couple of months. But several of my friends have recently reached this pinnacle of accomplishment. Three cheers and a go away and stop gloating to all of you.

So, someone give me the answer. What is the trick to wanting what you’ve got? Because I really need to know. And if I could get the answer before the weekend I’d appreciate it. *g*

Funny or No?

on June 28, 2007

We’ve all heard it. All the surveys say it’s true. But is it really? Is a sense of humor on a man really all that sexy? I say, YES! A man has to be able to make me laugh. It’s imperative. And he has to be able to turn any joke (or innocent statement) into a sexual innuendo. But that might be just me.

Anyway, what about humor in romances? I read all the time how every girl wants that Alpha male to take charge and carry her up the winding staircase (Rhett anyone?) but would that really be all that sexy if he couldn’t make some hot little joke to make you laugh along the way? Do you really want him to have that serious (bordering on angry) look on his face all the time? I would hate that. I want his face to light up and I want to be able to laugh together until our sides hurt.

I’m struggling with this balancing act in my WIP. If someone asked me to describe my part in a social gathering my first response would be comic relief. I’m that person who will make a joke when it gets too quiet or someone says something awkward. Or I can turn any innocent statement into a sexual innuendo. I’m starting to see a pattern here. But I’m also angsty and I like angst in my romance. I want tears and tugging on my heart strings and I want to feel like these two have struggled enough they deserve to be together and happy already. But where is the line between the two.

I would not say my current WIP is a romantic comedy but there are plenty of laughs. Some elicit a chuckle and some might even make you LOL. But there are also moments you want to hug one of the characters or slide down the wall, curl up in a ball and cry with the other.

Is it possible for these elements to work together? How important is humor in your romance? How about angst? And Maggie (Maggie Robinson means Romance on right column) was sweet enough to do the scientific research to determine Tall, Dark and Handsome is still at the top of the heap. Does your TD&H have to be able to make you laugh? Or is the fact he can lift our fat asses up the stairs enough?

Casual Dating or Hours I Can Never Get Back?

on June 25, 2007

That is the question. I’m making an effort at this casual dating thing. I’d heard about it, of course. I mean, I’m no spring chicken over here. But in my past I’ve been a serial monogomer. (I can’t believe spell check just suggested mongooses for that one…hehehe) I would meet a guy, hit it off and boom we’re a couple. Apparently short term relationships are not in my make up.

But I’d like to think I’m older and wiser now. And since jumping into relationships hasn’t totally paid off I figure I should increase the numbers as it were. I have gone on three dates in less than two months (I know – watch me go!). Two of those were with the same person. To say there were no sparks on any of these dates is an understatement. And it’s not the fault of the other parties. It’s all me. But I also don’t think I’m too picky. If you ever met my ex you’d agree. So what’s a girl to do?

Do I stop trying? That would make me a quitter and a lonely quitter at that. Do I get more selective? These dates were nice, clean men of an appropriate age for me. Both had good jobs. This is apparently not enough for me to make a connection. Perhaps this is where my reading of romance novels has become a detriment. (Yes, brought that back around to writing!) I don’t believe I’m looking for some romance novel hero – I’m certainly no romance novel heroine – but as Meg said in Sleepless in Seattle, I want magic. Whatever that is I want it. And I know my last three dates didn’t have it. Neither did the one before these three but I’ve blocked that one out completely.

So, tell me, am I wasting my time? Should I put my energies to better use and get off the dating wheel (again)? I’m a busy woman. Surely I could make better use of my time. What’s the answer? Give me a reason to go on!

The Voices in my Head

on June 19, 2007

I’m somewhat new to this writing thing. And in case you don’t know, since I’ve never technically mentioned it in here yet, I’m writing a romance novel. Attempting to anyway. So, I’m new to this but I hear (read: read online about) many writers who have these ever present voices in their heads. They are the voices of their characters and they tell them what they want to do, who they want to do it with and where they want to do these things. Sometimes they talk incessantly and sometimes they shut up and getting any information out of them is like pulling teeth.

But I didn’t have any voices in my head when I started writing which is why I never said I’m a writer. The voices are here now. And they won’t shut up. I spent 7 ½ hours driving alone on Sunday but alas, I was not alone. The voices were there and damn it they were going to tell me the rest of their story. Whether I liked it or not. Turns out I did like it and I’m much better now that I know exactly where my story is going, how the scenes are going to happen and most off all how the black moment will happen as well as the resolution scene at the end. It’s much easier to do this when you know all of that ahead of time.

I read an email from one writer who said she hadn’t taken a shower alone since 2005. I thought that was hysterical. But I’m not sure I’m willing to have that many people in the shower with me. So far they have left me alone there. Mostly. And keeping them out of there is great motivation to get this thing done.

Now how about you? Do you have voices in your head? And are they the good kind of voices? Are they telling you to let them have sex already or are your voices the ones that tell you to smack that co-worker in the cubicle next to you. If your voices are the latter (and if they are getting louder) please stop reading and go take your Paxil. If you are the former, feel free to let your voices leave a comment here. It would give them something to do and maybe get you a few minutes of peace and quiet. *g*

Happy Dad’s Day!

on June 18, 2007

It’s late and I’ve almost missed it but I wanted to say Happy Father’s Day to all the great ones out there. My own included. And I just realized I don’t have a picture of my dad in my comp so I’m going to have to fix that.

It’s funny that no matter how old we get we still call our daddies for help. I was just talking to mine yesterday and asked if he could help me change my spark plugs when I come home to visit in a couple of weeks. (He is well aware that if I call him instead of mom it’s an automotive question *g*) He said, “Daddy can do that for you” in this funny voice.

My childhood was not perfect but I think I turned out pretty good. I’m pretty sure that probably had quite a bit to do with him. I hope you took the time today to call your dad or even just a person who is like a dad to you. Sometimes the ones we adopt in our adult years are the best dads ones.

Now I just have to ask this question. Who’s your daddy? LOL! Couldn’t resist. Who is the man or men you would give the Father’s Day blue ribbon to? And if you’d like to tell us why, that would be great too.

Stand Up & Salute!

on June 14, 2007

Today is Flag Day. And I bet you just slapped yourself in the forehead and said “I didn’t know that!” Well, now you do. So sit up a little straighter while you read this. It’s important.

June 14, 1777 the Stars and Stripes was officially adopted as the flag of the United States of America. In 1885 a schoolteacher from Wisconsin, BJ Cigrand, arranged for her students to observe the day as the Flag Birthday. The idea had legs as they say and over the next 30 years more and more schools and civic groups followed suit. However, it wasn’t until May 30, 1916 that President Woodrow Wilson officially established the day as Flag Day and it took until August 3, 1949 for the day to become an official Federal Holiday.

All of this information and much more can be found at http://www.usflag.org/history/flagday.html if you’re interested. I especially like this quote from Franklin K. Lane delivered at a Flag Day event in 1914, “I am what you make me; nothing more. I swing before your eyes as a bright gleam of color, a symbol of yourself.”

At this moment, men and women are fighting all over the world for all the things the Stars and Stripes stands for. For us. And many of them are dying. Right this minute. So all I ask is that you take a second to think about and appreciate our past, our future and most importantly our present. And maybe take a second to send up a prayer for the ones lost, the ones fighting and the ones that will carry on the fight for many years to come.
If you have lost anyone to the fight be it 60 years or 6 months ago, feel free to post a message in memoriam. It’s important we never forget. If you have ever worn the uniform, I thank you for all you’ve done.

WTF is CRS?

on June 12, 2007

I know you’ve been asking yourself this. And you should be ashamed for using such foul language. No fucking couth I tell you. CRS stands for Can’t Remember Shit. It is fast becoming my greatest affliction. In fact, it has moved beyond worrisome to downright problematic.

When I was in HS I never had to study. I graduated as a member of the National Honor Society in the top 15% in my class. And I never studied. I had a photographic memory to the point where I could close my eyes during a test and see my notes as clear as if they were printed on the back of my eyelids. I still had this ability when I started college. But that’s when I met Mr. Coors and my downfall began.

Yes, I am living proof that alcohol does burn your brain cells. And no, they do not come back. I used to hear a phone number once and remember it for years. Now I have a work number, cell number and home number but I struggle to recall them when asked. The numbers of everyone I call are saved in my cell phone under contacts and if I were asked to give you any of their numbers without looking you would get little more than the chuckle provided by the blank look on my face.

It used to be only my short term memory that was affected. No more. This point is driven home to me every time my friends and I discuss romance novels which we do quite frequently. I have been reading romance novels for approximately 23 years. Most of them take up a great deal of room in my house. However, I cannot remember anything about them. Not the names of the characters, the premise of the story, the major conflict, not even the black moment that I’m sure is very memorable in all of them. Just not memorable enough for my three remaining brain cells to retain.

Now you know my affliction. Do you suffer with me? (Feel free to lie to make me feel better) Do you have a cure for CRS? I have my doubts I can ever be cured but you better believe I’m getting some Ginko ASAP. Now if I can only remember to take it…

I never could run very fast…

on June 11, 2007

I have been contemplating starting my own blog for some time. After all, everyone I know has one. And goodness knows I spend enough time on theirs to give me some kind of blog cred at this point. But I have so many things on my plate I just kept putting it off. The fact that I’m a master procrastinator probably helped.

But no longer. I have been tagged (and not in that good way) and therefore thrust into finally putting on my big girl pants (or pull up) and diving in. So without further ado, here are the rules:

1. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

2.People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.

3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Here are my eight random facts. Enjoy!

1. I am attempting to write a book but in all honesty I have no freakin’ idea what I’m doing and I highly doubt all the money I am spending to figure out what I’m doing will all be for naught.

2. I will be 36 this year and admit it’s freaking me out to get closer to 40.

3. Here’s the TMI fact: I have a large mole above my hairline. Not that hairline…

4. I am not nearly as smart and witty as some people think I am but I am smarter and wittier than some give me credit for.

5. I would have my upper arms lypod (sp?) in a heartbeat.

6. My hair is not naturally red. Big shocker I know…

7. I once stood up Cledus T. Judd by going home instead of going out drinking.

8. One of my favorite foods in the world is raw hot dogs.

Whew! That was hard. My 8 people are: Fran, Maggie, Tessa, Kelly, Tiff, Santa, Deborah, and Christie.