Beck and call

If you are expecting something profound from this post, now might be a good time to stop reading. I am sick to death of people thinking I'm at their beck and call. Here's a news flash: I've got other things on my mind and they don't involve you! I have so many demands on my time as most of us who have a life do. Everyone wants something from me. I've been turned every which way but loose, and I am in desperate need of the vacation I've got coming up next week. Writing isn't the problem, that's what I love. The problem is getting everything else to piss off long enough to accomplish anything.

I realize I'm not the only one who feels this way, so don't write me some whinny assed letter about how I'm not the only one under stress. I know that, I'm not a moron. I consider this a form of therapy. At the moment it isn't possible to talk this out with one of my friends, (yes I actually have friends) so I'm getting it out the only way I can so I can get on with my life.

We've all had those moments where we just wanted to scream. I remember the passage from the book of Joshua chapter 10, verses 12-14 12 "Then spake Joshua to the LORD in the day when the LORD delivered up the Amorites before the children of Israel, and he said in the sight of Israel, Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou, Moon, in the valley of Ajalon.
13And the sun stood still, and the moon stayed, until the people had avenged themselves upon their enemies. Is not this written in the book of Jasher? So the sun stood still in the midst of heaven, and hasted not to go down about a whole day.
14And there was no day like that before it or after it, that the LORD hearkened unto the voice of a man: for the LORD fought for Israel."

There are days that I would truly like to make the sun stand still, or the moon to wait a bit longer before sunrise so that I can get something accomplished. It's true that in the time I took to write this message I could have accomplished something else, but I needed a break. If my phone rings one more time I might pull it out of the wall. So, don't write and bitch at me for having a fit, say a prayer for me, because I need it.

Knot Again

I haven't blogged for several days. I've been working on a new book and writing the aforementioned bondage scene. Like I've said before, it's knot for everyone, so don't get tied up in the details. When you have the opportunity to read the story, just relax and take it for what it is, a wicked hot vampire sex scene. LOL

What writing means to me

Recently I was in a situation where I finally put into words what writing means to me. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is what I was meant to do with my life. I know it like I've never known anything else. This dream that I've put on hold for so long has finally begun to show itself once again. All of my life has been leading to this. Seeing this dream that I've held so dear finally come to fruition is like watching your kids grow up. It's that dear to my heart and that much a part of me.

I tried to tell someone what writing feels like and this is what I came up with: It feels like that moment when you first realize that you're in love. Every time I start to write it's like falling in love all over again. Who wouldn't want to do that? Is there really anyone out there who wouldn't like to fall in love each day? I don't know about you, but if I found a job that made me feel that way (and I have) I can't imagine wanting to do anything else.

So, here's to you all. May you find your dream and if you've already found it, may you have the opportunity to live it.

Just Plain Dead

Well, this idea that I've been "playing" with has turned into a full blown novel. As of last night I'm on page seventy something. I spent the last two hours of my evening before bed listening to some smooth, mellow R & B and dreaming up some wicked S & M. LOL Now, it might not all make it into this book ... but some of it is bound to. Now don't laugh too hard, that was knot entirely a joke.

Oh, well duty calls and it always leaves a message if I don't answer. I'm off to finish my coffee and hopefully write some more.

Brain Dead

That's the working title of the book I started "playing with" yesterday. I couldn't seem to help myself. I'm trying to work on it when my husband is not around so he won't remind me that I'm supposed to be taking a break. Of course, he knows about it. I told him it's more of a stress reliever than an actual attempt at a novel length work. But I finished a chapter yesterday after noon in about an hour. Apparently I had more to say about the idea of zombies and jerk bosses than I thought. I may post more about my main character Jane Masters later, or I may take it slow like I promised.

Just this morning I had a vision of a hot male lead I'm calling Luis for now:) This might be more fun than I thought. It started out as a horror, but the more I think about Luis ... well, I'm scared, but in a good way:)

This is who I am

There are some days when you really can't deny who you are. Today has made it abundantly clear to me that I am a writer. (If I had any doubts.) Of course that isn't my only responsibility, or even my only job at this point. I finished a book in my Werewolf Hunter Series two days ago and on my way home earlier I had an idea for two new books, one of which would be a three part series.

Then I tried to go out to dinner and had ideas for two more books. One of which will be the next I write while I take a break from the series. After all, I've planned through book nine so far, it will be there when I come back. And I think it will be even better for me taking a break. I've got several ideas to further the series, but have only outlined through book nine. What can I say, I'm a planner.

Now I'm off to plan something else while I shower. But before I write another book I've promised my husband that I will take a break. We are going to Jamaica for a week next month. If I can wait until after that I'll be doing good. Having a new story idea is almost like being pregnant, you reach a point that it just has to come out. LOL

Coffee's good, m'kay?

I certainly hope that someone has seen south park before, or no one will get the title. Oh, well. I'm sitting here right now enjoying a cup of coffee before I get back to writing. I'm just about always writing something, and if I'm not writing I'm reading.

I just finished a pretty intense scene and am taking a few minutes to collect myself before I go on. I would say more, but I don't want to ruin it. Have you ever written, or read something that just sort of left you shaky? Like a long workout or really good sex? Well, that's what this last scene did for me.

This is one of the times that I really hope my mother doesn't read this. Of course she's probably figured out I'm not innocent by now. AND I'm rambling. Sorry guys, nothing prophetic today, I put it all into my book. Once my brain batteries recharge it'll be all good.

Oh, if you didn't get the title, do a search for Mr. Mackey (one of the teachers from south park) I tried to post the clip here where he's telling them not to do drugs, but the link wouldn't work. But drugs are bad m'kay?

What is love?

And I'm not talking about that stupid song they keep playing in the movie A Night at the Roxberry. I probably shouldn't have admitted to even watching that. But seriously, how many times have we heard this question? How many times have we asked it of ourselves? "How will I know if it's love?" we say to ourselves. Or better yet, "How is love supposed to feel?"

Well, here's my answer: You will know love when you feel it. You will know, because you will no longer have to ask. Love simply is. It's not something that you can track down or make better with eloquent prose. It is, and when it is, you will know it.