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April 25, 2012
Writing Wednesday--A Song Stuck in My Head
So, I'm currently working on Shades of Blood, with a little Winged thrown in for creative inspiration and the edits for Harvest Moon Rising. My playlist, as always, is eceletic and not really geared toward any one work in progress.
And yet, there's a few songs that seem to continue to resonate, not just for me personally but for the books as well. Like all the books. Which is unusual.
Kelly Clarkson, Let Me Down. Maybe I'm cynical. Okay, scratch that, I am cynical and I make no apologies for it in the least. I think that's why the song appeals to me--there's such a strong, fatalistic quality about it. A relationship is doomed before it even starts sometimes and you have to make the choice to ignore that and wind up heartbroken or walk away.
Rascal Flatts, Come Wake Me Up. This is another one of those heart-wrenching songs that I adore. I'm not a big fan of bouncy, happy music for regular listening. I'd much rather daydream to the kind of song that will twist your heart and soul inside out. This one does that in spades.
Adele, Rolling in the Deep. There is no reason I'm so in love with this song. Yes, it's awesome and yes, Adele knocks it so far out of the park it's a speck on the horizon, but there is no actual reason for it to play so well when I'm writing or editing. And yet, it does. Maybe it goes back to being cynical and more than a little vicious and wishing I had the guts to eviscerate someone so beautifully. Yeah, that's probably it.
Like I said, other than being a little on the depressing side (yes, even Adele--listen to the chorus--there's heartbreak there), they don't really have a great deal in common. And there are songs that actually play better for each book on an individual basis--for Harvest Moon Rising, it's Rascal Flatt's, I'm Moving On--there's a line that says "I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong" that sums up Cari's thoughts and feelings perfectly.
But for whatever reason, I keep coming back to those three songs. So if for whatever reason you're curious about the source of some of the emotion and volatility of the books, look no further than those three pieces.
Tomorrow--the return of randomness!
And yet, there's a few songs that seem to continue to resonate, not just for me personally but for the books as well. Like all the books. Which is unusual.
Kelly Clarkson, Let Me Down. Maybe I'm cynical. Okay, scratch that, I am cynical and I make no apologies for it in the least. I think that's why the song appeals to me--there's such a strong, fatalistic quality about it. A relationship is doomed before it even starts sometimes and you have to make the choice to ignore that and wind up heartbroken or walk away.
Rascal Flatts, Come Wake Me Up. This is another one of those heart-wrenching songs that I adore. I'm not a big fan of bouncy, happy music for regular listening. I'd much rather daydream to the kind of song that will twist your heart and soul inside out. This one does that in spades.
Adele, Rolling in the Deep. There is no reason I'm so in love with this song. Yes, it's awesome and yes, Adele knocks it so far out of the park it's a speck on the horizon, but there is no actual reason for it to play so well when I'm writing or editing. And yet, it does. Maybe it goes back to being cynical and more than a little vicious and wishing I had the guts to eviscerate someone so beautifully. Yeah, that's probably it.
Like I said, other than being a little on the depressing side (yes, even Adele--listen to the chorus--there's heartbreak there), they don't really have a great deal in common. And there are songs that actually play better for each book on an individual basis--for Harvest Moon Rising, it's Rascal Flatt's, I'm Moving On--there's a line that says "I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong" that sums up Cari's thoughts and feelings perfectly.
But for whatever reason, I keep coming back to those three songs. So if for whatever reason you're curious about the source of some of the emotion and volatility of the books, look no further than those three pieces.
Tomorrow--the return of randomness!
April 24, 2012
Tuesday Buildup--Shades of Blood
Just like the title says--excerpt time! You may have already seen this on my Facebook page--if you have, then, will, wait for new stuff next week. For everybody else, enjoy!
I have returned home. After all my years traveling, searching, learning, I have come back to the place of my birth. If it were possible to cry, I would weep tears of joy.But like everything else, that simple pleasure is long gone.In over fifty years, very little of New Orleans has changed. The Market, Café du Monde, the Mississippi-all are still here, all my old haunts. My old hunting grounds.The foolish still flock to Bourbon Street, still take part in its crassness. I have seen the fall of civilization more on Bourbon than any other place in the world. The foolish still flock, will continue to, even while myself and others like me prey on them.The building still stands. Still blood red. I thought I could stand the sight of it, that looking upon it would no longer cause me terror. In part I was right. I feel something beyond terror, something for which I have no words. I feel grief for the acts I have committed, will commit.But most of all, I feel rage. Rage and a hatred that causes all other emotions, even that nameless terror, to pale in comparison.I have returned home. And now, at last, I will have my revenge. -Taken from the diary of Felipe November 28, 2007
I have returned home. After all my years traveling, searching, learning, I have come back to the place of my birth. If it were possible to cry, I would weep tears of joy.But like everything else, that simple pleasure is long gone.In over fifty years, very little of New Orleans has changed. The Market, Café du Monde, the Mississippi-all are still here, all my old haunts. My old hunting grounds.The foolish still flock to Bourbon Street, still take part in its crassness. I have seen the fall of civilization more on Bourbon than any other place in the world. The foolish still flock, will continue to, even while myself and others like me prey on them.The building still stands. Still blood red. I thought I could stand the sight of it, that looking upon it would no longer cause me terror. In part I was right. I feel something beyond terror, something for which I have no words. I feel grief for the acts I have committed, will commit.But most of all, I feel rage. Rage and a hatred that causes all other emotions, even that nameless terror, to pale in comparison.I have returned home. And now, at last, I will have my revenge. -Taken from the diary of Felipe November 28, 2007
April 23, 2012
Media Monday--Review of Nora Roberts's THE WITNESS
If there is any one person I'm a fangirl of, it's Nora Roberts. I read Divine Evil when I was around... 13, 14? I really don't remember, I just know I was way too young for the book. Did that stop me from reading it and pretty much every other Roberts book I could get my hands on? Nope. Nora Roberts is one of the few authors who, no matter my age, has stayed on my automatic buy list. Considering the number of books I've read, that's a big deal. The only reason my TBR pile isn't huge is because I don't just read random stuff, I read what I know I'm going to like or something with a higher than 50% chance of liking--but I'm digressing.
Roberts's latest book, The Witness, fits the mold of most Roberts books. Damaged heroine? Check. Strong beta/weak alpha hero? Check. Quirky side characters? Check. Antagonist who is actually scary and not just kind of scary? Check. Some people point to these traits of Roberts either being in a rut or simply phoning it in.
I politely tell them to go shoot themselves in the foot.
Look, every genre has a pattern. It is why, in essence, it's a genre. You don't pick up a Stephen King book expecting to find romance and fluffy kittens. By the same token, you don't pick up Georgette Heyer and expect to find zombies and disemboweled. But again, I digress.
The antagonist this time around is the Russian Mafyia, personalized by a charming man and his not so charming actions. The heroine is unique in that she seems almost Mary Sue-ish, but that only serves to highlight the way in which she isn't a Mary Sue at all. It also, to me at least, showed how even the best of things can actually harm you when taken to extremes. The hero is the kind of man that every woman believes they want just once and then they can move on and then they end up falling in love with them. And there's a dog. There's always a dog in modern day Roberts books and most of them are rescue dogs, a cause I believe is near and dear to the author's heart. Since she doesn't bludgeon the reader with her beliefs, I'm fine with the references.
I can't really give details on the plot because then why the hell would you want to read it? I can tell you that I teared up, which is kind of par for the course, but is also a marker for how good or bad a book is--if I don't cry during a book, there's probably a problem. I can also tell you that if you enjoy Roberts's books, then you will enjoy The Witness. Go get it. Read it. You'll like it. I promise.
Roberts's latest book, The Witness, fits the mold of most Roberts books. Damaged heroine? Check. Strong beta/weak alpha hero? Check. Quirky side characters? Check. Antagonist who is actually scary and not just kind of scary? Check. Some people point to these traits of Roberts either being in a rut or simply phoning it in.
I politely tell them to go shoot themselves in the foot.
Look, every genre has a pattern. It is why, in essence, it's a genre. You don't pick up a Stephen King book expecting to find romance and fluffy kittens. By the same token, you don't pick up Georgette Heyer and expect to find zombies and disemboweled. But again, I digress.
The antagonist this time around is the Russian Mafyia, personalized by a charming man and his not so charming actions. The heroine is unique in that she seems almost Mary Sue-ish, but that only serves to highlight the way in which she isn't a Mary Sue at all. It also, to me at least, showed how even the best of things can actually harm you when taken to extremes. The hero is the kind of man that every woman believes they want just once and then they can move on and then they end up falling in love with them. And there's a dog. There's always a dog in modern day Roberts books and most of them are rescue dogs, a cause I believe is near and dear to the author's heart. Since she doesn't bludgeon the reader with her beliefs, I'm fine with the references.
I can't really give details on the plot because then why the hell would you want to read it? I can tell you that I teared up, which is kind of par for the course, but is also a marker for how good or bad a book is--if I don't cry during a book, there's probably a problem. I can also tell you that if you enjoy Roberts's books, then you will enjoy The Witness. Go get it. Read it. You'll like it. I promise.
April 19, 2012
Random Thursday!
Today's randomness includes:
House cleaning. Despite the best efforts of my mother, grandmother, and sister, I am not a natural housekeeper. I can cook and keep up with minor stuff, but I am not one of those women who has a ruthless cleaning schedule and adheres to it strictly. Example: I currently have about...5 loads of clothes that need to be put away. They're clean, I just hate putting them up, so I haven't done it yet. I must tackling this today. I must also deal with random odds and ends since I'm having a party on Sunday, which brings me to the second bit of randomness for today.
Housewarming Parties. I get that when you first move out or you get married, you may actually need one of these. But I've been living on my own for about seven years--if I need something at this point, it's not the kind of thing I'll be getting as a housewarming present. So why do we continue to call the first party thrown at a new residence a housewarming party? And really, is the name applicable in the middle of summer? Wouldn't you rather have a housecooling party? Things to ponder, along with random bit number three....
Neighbors. I don't consider myself anti-social but neither do I consider myself neighborly. I like to think that's one of the reasons I live in an apartment--I like the idea of people but not the actual contact. So you can imagine my discomfort when my neighbor actually introduced herself to me yesterday. It wasn't planned, not entirely, but part of me wonders (yes, I'm that suspicious), especially since she mentioned she'd been meaning to introduce herself. About the only time I have contact with my neighbors is when I leave them a note saying "I'm having a party, we'll be done by midnight, if we get loud knock on the door, don't call the cops." So I'm already a little weirded out by my neighbor. Because they were friendly. Ah, the wonderfulness of being jaded and cynical.
That's it for today, folks! Check back tomorrow for the return of Food Friday, where I'll be sharing a few recipes involving pineapple (it's my feature party item!).
House cleaning. Despite the best efforts of my mother, grandmother, and sister, I am not a natural housekeeper. I can cook and keep up with minor stuff, but I am not one of those women who has a ruthless cleaning schedule and adheres to it strictly. Example: I currently have about...5 loads of clothes that need to be put away. They're clean, I just hate putting them up, so I haven't done it yet. I must tackling this today. I must also deal with random odds and ends since I'm having a party on Sunday, which brings me to the second bit of randomness for today.
Housewarming Parties. I get that when you first move out or you get married, you may actually need one of these. But I've been living on my own for about seven years--if I need something at this point, it's not the kind of thing I'll be getting as a housewarming present. So why do we continue to call the first party thrown at a new residence a housewarming party? And really, is the name applicable in the middle of summer? Wouldn't you rather have a housecooling party? Things to ponder, along with random bit number three....
Neighbors. I don't consider myself anti-social but neither do I consider myself neighborly. I like to think that's one of the reasons I live in an apartment--I like the idea of people but not the actual contact. So you can imagine my discomfort when my neighbor actually introduced herself to me yesterday. It wasn't planned, not entirely, but part of me wonders (yes, I'm that suspicious), especially since she mentioned she'd been meaning to introduce herself. About the only time I have contact with my neighbors is when I leave them a note saying "I'm having a party, we'll be done by midnight, if we get loud knock on the door, don't call the cops." So I'm already a little weirded out by my neighbor. Because they were friendly. Ah, the wonderfulness of being jaded and cynical.
That's it for today, folks! Check back tomorrow for the return of Food Friday, where I'll be sharing a few recipes involving pineapple (it's my feature party item!).
April 18, 2012
Writing Wednesday--Do NOT Feed the Trolls!
I will admit to being one of those people who is ridiculously entertained by a fight of any kind. Really, any kind. Doesn't make a difference who the people are or what the fight is about, there's a retty good chance I'm going to be happy as hell to just sit back and watch.
Pretty good chance. But not an absolute. Case in point--comment/review wars.
I'm not going to link to examples or even mention sites because I feel that would be doing what I'm saying not to do in the title. I just feel like, to paraphrase and modernize a slightly offensive joke, fighting over the internet is a lot like the Special Olympics--even if you win, you look more than a little special.
Just keep that in mind, folks. Lest you become the troll under the bridge.
Pretty good chance. But not an absolute. Case in point--comment/review wars.
I'm not going to link to examples or even mention sites because I feel that would be doing what I'm saying not to do in the title. I just feel like, to paraphrase and modernize a slightly offensive joke, fighting over the internet is a lot like the Special Olympics--even if you win, you look more than a little special.
Just keep that in mind, folks. Lest you become the troll under the bridge.
April 17, 2012
Harvest Moon Rising--We Have a Release Date!
That's right--Harvest Moon Rising is finished! Technically, it was finished on Friday, but I had to work like 30 hours this weekend, so the news is late.
Harvest Moon Rising is currently with beta readers, and I'm doing by own read-through and edits/re-writes before shipping it to my amazing editor, Lea Ellen Borg. The release date is, at this moment, May 4. Yes, it's a little later than planned, but sometimes life gets in the way. And I'm still going to do my best to have the next Jude Magdalyn book, Shades of Blood, out by the end of May. I'm shooting for June 1, since it's the start of my vacation and two days before I turn thirty--I like to use major events as release dates.
So, you get two more weeks of snippets and whatnot, before you get the actual book in your hot little e-reader hands. Try not to ruin any manicures with the nail-biting.
Harvest Moon Rising is currently with beta readers, and I'm doing by own read-through and edits/re-writes before shipping it to my amazing editor, Lea Ellen Borg. The release date is, at this moment, May 4. Yes, it's a little later than planned, but sometimes life gets in the way. And I'm still going to do my best to have the next Jude Magdalyn book, Shades of Blood, out by the end of May. I'm shooting for June 1, since it's the start of my vacation and two days before I turn thirty--I like to use major events as release dates.
So, you get two more weeks of snippets and whatnot, before you get the actual book in your hot little e-reader hands. Try not to ruin any manicures with the nail-biting.
April 16, 2012
Media Monday--My Heart Will (Still) Go On...
This is a little late, but last week I was working like...80 hours, so I didn't get some things done. And unfortunately, blogging was one of the things on that list. Now that I no longer have something akin to Damocles' Sword hanging over my head, it's back on the list.
Anyway, this weekend was the 100th anniversary, for lack of a better word, of the sinking of the Titanic.
I was fascinated by the story of the Titanic before it hit the big screen. I'll be honest, I don't even remember when I first heard about the doomed ship. I do remember reading the book A Night to Remember when I was the eighth grade or so. My mom stumbled across it at a garage sale and thought I might be interested in it. I read the book, and promptly went in search of other information.
My ninth grade history project centered around Titanic. I spent weeks on it and a lot of money, lol. I pored over old books, photocopied old pictures (this was only like 1997--it was definitely still old school), and went above and beyond the call of a high school project. I can only think of two other instances where I put that much effort into a school project--one of those two involved analyzing past and present tombstones and the other was a study of the legal and social ramifications of the Storeyville District of New Orleans. Yes, I chose strange projects.They made me happy.
So, obviously I was excited about Titanic when it came out in 1997. I couldn't give two figs about the love story. I wanted the history, man! I wanted to see this amazing ship in all its recreated glory! I wanted to see actual history unfold!
Which is why, even to this day, Titanic is one of my favorite movies. James Cameron has the type of vision that is, I think, limitless. Combine that with a painstaking attention to detail and the ability to tell an amazing story (which I know from experience is NOT easy), and you have all the makings for an epic movie. He proved that again with Avatar, something I didn't jump on the bandwagon about until maybe 9 months after it came out, and I have full faith he'll prove it again in the future.
My excitement at the 1997 release was nothing compared to my excitement at the 2012 3D conversion. I was slightly anxious, because depending on the type of 3D I can wind up with a headache that would make Hellraiser wince,(I don't know why it happens, but it does) but I was still excited. And then I was shocked to find out my younger cousin had never seen the movie. Granted, he was born in 1999, but that's still no excuse. So, we turned the entire thing into an educational/fun outing.
Once again, I was blown away. The astonishing beauty of the ship, the clothes, even the disaster itself, is just so much...more on the big screen. The weaving of the fictional stories in with the actual events, the subtle use of flashbacks and foreshadowing and, in the end, a tearful dream sequence, are something I appreciate much more now than I did at 15. The technical aspects are also something I'm more aware of, thanks to a habit of listening to director commentaries on DVDs.
Yes. I cried. But I didn't cry about Jack and Rose (well, no more than a sniffle or two). I cried about third class passengers being held below stairs, because nobody really believed the ship was sinking. I cried about Captain Smith, whose years of experience worked against him, and who went down with the ship in a brave and befitting manner. I cried about the musicians, who may or may not have been playing out of duty, but will always be remembered as playing until the very end. I cried about Ida and Isidor Strauss, a scene so small most people don't notice it--it's honestly no more than a few seconds during the "Nearer My God to Thee" montage. The love and bravery to look in the face of death and decide to stay with your spouse because you can't imagine life without them--call me a sap, but it's heartbreaking.
So even though I'm not as big a fan of the song as I once was--yes. My heart will still go on. And on. And on.....
Anyway, this weekend was the 100th anniversary, for lack of a better word, of the sinking of the Titanic.
I was fascinated by the story of the Titanic before it hit the big screen. I'll be honest, I don't even remember when I first heard about the doomed ship. I do remember reading the book A Night to Remember when I was the eighth grade or so. My mom stumbled across it at a garage sale and thought I might be interested in it. I read the book, and promptly went in search of other information.
My ninth grade history project centered around Titanic. I spent weeks on it and a lot of money, lol. I pored over old books, photocopied old pictures (this was only like 1997--it was definitely still old school), and went above and beyond the call of a high school project. I can only think of two other instances where I put that much effort into a school project--one of those two involved analyzing past and present tombstones and the other was a study of the legal and social ramifications of the Storeyville District of New Orleans. Yes, I chose strange projects.They made me happy.
So, obviously I was excited about Titanic when it came out in 1997. I couldn't give two figs about the love story. I wanted the history, man! I wanted to see this amazing ship in all its recreated glory! I wanted to see actual history unfold!
Which is why, even to this day, Titanic is one of my favorite movies. James Cameron has the type of vision that is, I think, limitless. Combine that with a painstaking attention to detail and the ability to tell an amazing story (which I know from experience is NOT easy), and you have all the makings for an epic movie. He proved that again with Avatar, something I didn't jump on the bandwagon about until maybe 9 months after it came out, and I have full faith he'll prove it again in the future.
My excitement at the 1997 release was nothing compared to my excitement at the 2012 3D conversion. I was slightly anxious, because depending on the type of 3D I can wind up with a headache that would make Hellraiser wince,(I don't know why it happens, but it does) but I was still excited. And then I was shocked to find out my younger cousin had never seen the movie. Granted, he was born in 1999, but that's still no excuse. So, we turned the entire thing into an educational/fun outing.
Once again, I was blown away. The astonishing beauty of the ship, the clothes, even the disaster itself, is just so much...more on the big screen. The weaving of the fictional stories in with the actual events, the subtle use of flashbacks and foreshadowing and, in the end, a tearful dream sequence, are something I appreciate much more now than I did at 15. The technical aspects are also something I'm more aware of, thanks to a habit of listening to director commentaries on DVDs.
Yes. I cried. But I didn't cry about Jack and Rose (well, no more than a sniffle or two). I cried about third class passengers being held below stairs, because nobody really believed the ship was sinking. I cried about Captain Smith, whose years of experience worked against him, and who went down with the ship in a brave and befitting manner. I cried about the musicians, who may or may not have been playing out of duty, but will always be remembered as playing until the very end. I cried about Ida and Isidor Strauss, a scene so small most people don't notice it--it's honestly no more than a few seconds during the "Nearer My God to Thee" montage. The love and bravery to look in the face of death and decide to stay with your spouse because you can't imagine life without them--call me a sap, but it's heartbreaking.
So even though I'm not as big a fan of the song as I once was--yes. My heart will still go on. And on. And on.....
April 9, 2012
Media Monday--The End of the Season is Upon Us...
Alas, it's coming to one of my least favorite times of the year--the close of the network television season. Yes, after all the breaks they take, they still feel like they need a summer vacation. Ponder that one for a few minutes will you.
Some of the shows going off that I'm going to be sad about: The Good Wife, 2 Broke Girls, Smash (not as soon as the others, but soon).
Taking their place: Mad Men, True Blood (eventually and hopefully with a better season than the last two), Boardwalk Empire
Shows I couldn't care less about: Game of Thrones (Go ahead and stone me, I don't care. I don't like it), America's Got Talent and every show with the same premise, and damn near every reality show out there right now.
What are you looking forward to seeing this summer, what are you going to miss, and what isn't even on your radar?
Some of the shows going off that I'm going to be sad about: The Good Wife, 2 Broke Girls, Smash (not as soon as the others, but soon).
Taking their place: Mad Men, True Blood (eventually and hopefully with a better season than the last two), Boardwalk Empire
Shows I couldn't care less about: Game of Thrones (Go ahead and stone me, I don't care. I don't like it), America's Got Talent and every show with the same premise, and damn near every reality show out there right now.
What are you looking forward to seeing this summer, what are you going to miss, and what isn't even on your radar?
April 5, 2012
Random Thursday!
I'm back! I know, you all missed me dreadfully.
Between moving, work, and writing marathons--not to mention the fact that my internet went out and this is the first time my laptop has been near a wireless connection--and I bet you can guess why I've been incommunicado. Or you should be able to guess.
Major announcement--Harvest Moon Rising will be released no later than May 4. Yes--I'm going to miss my own deadline. I'd like to say I have an excuse, and I could probably come up with a few, but let's face it--life in general just got in the way. This is going to push the release date for Shades of Blood back to roughly mid-June, unless something truly amazing happens. Which it may, but I'm not going to tell you to bank on it, and everyone get their hopes up and then things go to shit. Again. But rest assured, you will get two Jude books this year, at least one Cari, and one Frankie.
And then Winged starts next year.
I may release other books throughout the year, but for the most part, next year is going to be about Winged. The books are coming out roughly 8-9 weeks apart, so I'm going to be in constant publicity mode. I apologize now. I'll be doing some e-ARCs of the first book in probably November, maybe earlier, so keep your eyes peeled for that announcement.
And now, I'm off to do one guest post real quick and then start another writing marathon. I pulled out about 5500-6000 words yesterday and I'm looking to do double that today. My goal is to get this to beta readers no later than Monday morning, so they have a week to read and comment before I need to incorporate and ship to the editor. Everyone cross your fingers and wish me luck.
Between moving, work, and writing marathons--not to mention the fact that my internet went out and this is the first time my laptop has been near a wireless connection--and I bet you can guess why I've been incommunicado. Or you should be able to guess.
Major announcement--Harvest Moon Rising will be released no later than May 4. Yes--I'm going to miss my own deadline. I'd like to say I have an excuse, and I could probably come up with a few, but let's face it--life in general just got in the way. This is going to push the release date for Shades of Blood back to roughly mid-June, unless something truly amazing happens. Which it may, but I'm not going to tell you to bank on it, and everyone get their hopes up and then things go to shit. Again. But rest assured, you will get two Jude books this year, at least one Cari, and one Frankie.
And then Winged starts next year.
I may release other books throughout the year, but for the most part, next year is going to be about Winged. The books are coming out roughly 8-9 weeks apart, so I'm going to be in constant publicity mode. I apologize now. I'll be doing some e-ARCs of the first book in probably November, maybe earlier, so keep your eyes peeled for that announcement.
And now, I'm off to do one guest post real quick and then start another writing marathon. I pulled out about 5500-6000 words yesterday and I'm looking to do double that today. My goal is to get this to beta readers no later than Monday morning, so they have a week to read and comment before I need to incorporate and ship to the editor. Everyone cross your fingers and wish me luck.
March 29, 2012
Random Thursday!
Today, the bits of randomness in my life include:
I'm moving! From one apartment to another. In the same complex. Again. And I'm moving back to the second story. Again. Why the move? I'm going from a one bedroom, one bath to a two bedroom, two bath with washer/dryer connections--and new wood laminate flooring in all the major areas. Yes, the lure of one day having a washer and dryer and of having wood floors--even the fake kind--did me in. Plus, I get an additional 225 square feet for only $70 more. I'm like the best bargain shopper ever!
I'm trying on-line dating. Again. I've done the eHarmony bit before and it wasn't a huge success. I'm willing to take the blame for some of that, because I tried to put myself out there when I wasn't ready and wasn't ready to admit what I was looking for. Now, I'm older and in a better place. I'm just going to have fun with it. If something great happens, well, that's great. If nothing happens, well, I'm not in a worse place than I was whenever I first signed up. Ah, maturity.
I'm debating hiring a publicist. Why? Because I'm looking to really build my brand and readership, so when Winged comes out next year it really takes off. I'm doing my best to make this the last football season that I work, which means I need to put myself and my product out there. Since I can't do it all by myself, at least not without compromising some quality in my writing, I need someone to help. I'll keep you updated.
Now, I'm off to do a shit-ton of things, related to moving, writing, and everyday life. I may make it back to bed before 11 p.m. tonight. Wish me luck!
I'm moving! From one apartment to another. In the same complex. Again. And I'm moving back to the second story. Again. Why the move? I'm going from a one bedroom, one bath to a two bedroom, two bath with washer/dryer connections--and new wood laminate flooring in all the major areas. Yes, the lure of one day having a washer and dryer and of having wood floors--even the fake kind--did me in. Plus, I get an additional 225 square feet for only $70 more. I'm like the best bargain shopper ever!
I'm trying on-line dating. Again. I've done the eHarmony bit before and it wasn't a huge success. I'm willing to take the blame for some of that, because I tried to put myself out there when I wasn't ready and wasn't ready to admit what I was looking for. Now, I'm older and in a better place. I'm just going to have fun with it. If something great happens, well, that's great. If nothing happens, well, I'm not in a worse place than I was whenever I first signed up. Ah, maturity.
I'm debating hiring a publicist. Why? Because I'm looking to really build my brand and readership, so when Winged comes out next year it really takes off. I'm doing my best to make this the last football season that I work, which means I need to put myself and my product out there. Since I can't do it all by myself, at least not without compromising some quality in my writing, I need someone to help. I'll keep you updated.
Now, I'm off to do a shit-ton of things, related to moving, writing, and everyday life. I may make it back to bed before 11 p.m. tonight. Wish me luck!
