I admit it. It was me. (Remember the part in Liar Liar where Jim Carrey rips one in the elevator? Yeah, that's the expression crossing my face here. Same type of thing.)
I did it.
I joined something.
I became a joiner.
I gave up my independent little life-as-an-island existence by joining a writer's group.
The Mighty Visa has done its job; has flexed its check card muscles.
I'm officially a member of SinC or Sisters in Crime. I'm pretty excited to have joined it, and as soon as I get around to actually turning on my desk top I will print out the application for RWA... and join the other 10,000 romance writers who belong to it.
Then my Visa card will really feel the burn.
It's exciting.
I'm taking steps.
This will happen.
I will make it.
I am a Fictzophrenic. Hear me roar.
Or would it be see me roar?
It's all relative, I'm sure.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Because I'm Your Mother and I Said So...
We've all heard that phrase, and I for one always swore I wouldn't say it to my children. So far I've managed to avoid those eight little words of parenthood, but I'm not sure how much longer I'll succeed.
My daughter is amazing. No, really, she is. I'm even sure someday she'll be playing the lead role in one of my novels. I'd like her to be a little older first though. However, recently she's been putting on an act fit for any teenaged Prima Donna--and she's only in preschool.
Lately she's been proving to me what I'd feared all along.
My mother cursed me.
That's right. My. Mother. Cursed. Me. She's laughing about it now too. When I was a teenager she'd threaten me with the wrath of my future children. At the time I had zero desire for children, so I felt I was pretty safe.
Let me tell you something. Karma will wait, and she's a patient bitch.
While my daughter is wonderful (ask anyone who is NOT her mother), she has decided it is time to spread her wings and test those boundaries. You know the ones. The same ones you and I tested on our mothers.
Honestly, I'm surprised my mother didn't give me away to the gypsies like she'd threatened to.
Where I don't use those eight dreaded words--yet--I have been tempted to look up gypsies in the yellow pages. Would they be under Gypsies, Nomads, Romany, or maybe Roma?
Even though I've completed the first YA novel in the series (Saga?), I've still got Statistics to deal with this month. No wonder my daughter has decided this is the best month to strain against the ruling entity known as 'Momma'.
No matter how great Motherhood is, and how glad I am to be around to experience everything with my daughter...some days I think it might be easier to overthrow a small country...
By. Myself.
It would have to be easier than the constant drama.
Hell, writing a novel is easier than getting my daughter to acknowledge I'm speaking to her.
Maybe it will get easier... or maybe not...
Does anyone know of any small countries??
You know what? I think I need to beat up on an antagonist... I'll be in my cave wreaking havoc on some big baddie or another.
My daughter is amazing. No, really, she is. I'm even sure someday she'll be playing the lead role in one of my novels. I'd like her to be a little older first though. However, recently she's been putting on an act fit for any teenaged Prima Donna--and she's only in preschool.
Lately she's been proving to me what I'd feared all along.
My mother cursed me.
That's right. My. Mother. Cursed. Me. She's laughing about it now too. When I was a teenager she'd threaten me with the wrath of my future children. At the time I had zero desire for children, so I felt I was pretty safe.
Let me tell you something. Karma will wait, and she's a patient bitch.
While my daughter is wonderful (ask anyone who is NOT her mother), she has decided it is time to spread her wings and test those boundaries. You know the ones. The same ones you and I tested on our mothers.
Honestly, I'm surprised my mother didn't give me away to the gypsies like she'd threatened to.
Where I don't use those eight dreaded words--yet--I have been tempted to look up gypsies in the yellow pages. Would they be under Gypsies, Nomads, Romany, or maybe Roma?
Even though I've completed the first YA novel in the series (Saga?), I've still got Statistics to deal with this month. No wonder my daughter has decided this is the best month to strain against the ruling entity known as 'Momma'.
No matter how great Motherhood is, and how glad I am to be around to experience everything with my daughter...some days I think it might be easier to overthrow a small country...
By. Myself.
It would have to be easier than the constant drama.
Hell, writing a novel is easier than getting my daughter to acknowledge I'm speaking to her.
Maybe it will get easier... or maybe not...
Does anyone know of any small countries??
You know what? I think I need to beat up on an antagonist... I'll be in my cave wreaking havoc on some big baddie or another.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Whoot There It Is...
It's official. The first book in my Immortal Saga is finished. :) This is a happy, happy day for me, because even with the insane number of errands I had to run, as well as being back in school --you remember, I'm taking that nasty, nasty, Statistics class-- I still managed to complete the final chapter tonight.
I loved every minute of writing this book, and I look forward to writing the next three. It's a story I find truly interesting and exciting. Are there things that need to be tweaked? Sure. I can guarantee some mass editing will be called for, but the story itself is finished.
That's a great feeling.
I just wish my husband were home to celebrate with me. Oh well, he's doing his job, being part of the good ol' US of A military. We'll have to celebrate when he gets back. :)
To all the men and women of our Armed Forces. Thank you for everything you've done. May your chosen God look down on you and keep you safe. You're in my thoughts, and those of you deployed, may you have a safe trip home to those who love you.
I loved every minute of writing this book, and I look forward to writing the next three. It's a story I find truly interesting and exciting. Are there things that need to be tweaked? Sure. I can guarantee some mass editing will be called for, but the story itself is finished.
That's a great feeling.
I just wish my husband were home to celebrate with me. Oh well, he's doing his job, being part of the good ol' US of A military. We'll have to celebrate when he gets back. :)
To all the men and women of our Armed Forces. Thank you for everything you've done. May your chosen God look down on you and keep you safe. You're in my thoughts, and those of you deployed, may you have a safe trip home to those who love you.
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