Wednesday, September 30, 2009


Through the haze of sleeplessness yesterday, I ended up having to scour the internet looking for drag racing links and Jones Beach back in 1955. I had them. I had a bunch of cool links that I’d found late last year for Daniel’s story.

But late December I smelled smoke while I was working on my computer. Who knew they could catch fire?

Yes, I lost all my cool links so that’s what I did yesterday.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Post Monday Sleepiness

Some folks just don’t want me to sleep at night. Let’s stay up all night. Let’s chat.

NO. I like to sleep. Really I do.

Yesterday I cleaned my desk. It was an all day event, but I did find Daniel’s notes and a twenty-dollar bill. I’m rich.

And I discovered Valerie called me a Slave Driver Extraordinaire. I can see why though. Hope everyone is more awake and productive than I am.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Friday, September 25, 2009

The hardest lesson...

I think the hardest lesson about love is that sometimes you have to let go. You can’t save someone when they don’t want to be saved. You can’t hold them to the point of smothering. Sometimes...good-bye is all that’s left to say.

Sorry rather pensive today between Daniel’s story coming up and an ongoing family problem.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Snow??? Really?

So for the past two days the weather forecasters have been threatening snow. In fact, I did see some fall the other day. But I keep thinking...September, it’s only September....

This week I wrote up rough drafts for my query and synopsis. I really hate writing a synopsis. Not even a slight dislike, pure, hate when it comes to writing it. But I’d rather do the query and the synopsis now while I can remember the core of the story.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I feel all warm and fuzzy inside...

Thank you all for the emails and comments. You all have no idea how comforting it was to read them. I feel sort of guilty because I didn’t intend to sound so needy.

Though, maybe you all do understand about feeling cut off. And funny as writers, you’d think we want to be out there to see people. Interact with others to help us understand human nature at the very least. But I know a lot of writers who feel uncomfortable in large crowds.

Yes, I know we must spend time alone to write. Even if we’re in Word Wars using chat or any other IM program, in the end it’s us--alone at our keyboards with just our words and characters to keep us sane. I suppose it’s actually easy for us to get lost in our imaginations. And I wonder if that’s why we’re also prone to depression.

Monday, September 21, 2009

I’ve turned into a hermit-HELP

Over the weekend, a friend of mine went to a conference and after speaking with agents, she has requests for a full and a partial on different books. And that is fantastic news. I’m absolutely thrilled for her because I’ve exchanged critiques on everything from novels to queries over the years. That also means a lot of work for her. Getting the requests ready, working with her crit group, giving a class on Forward Motion--plus she volunteered to crit Brooklyn for me. Now, I’m the type of person that hates to overburden a friend, especially when they have something important to do. My first thought was to pull Brooklyn from her list of to-do things.

Then it hit me, who else do I have to exchange critiques with? Somewhere over the last year, I seem to have misplaced my friends online. Even worse, my real life friends seem to have slipped off my friend train somewhere. And I feel awful about this. Can you tell I’m rattled by this discovery?

Yes, I do realize there have been reasons why I’ve been insulating myself. Real life worries. And writing seems to be my best and only comfort. This doesn’t say much about me that my best friend is an imaginary one.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Is it Sunday...?

One should not try to type coherent messages before a first cup of coffee. Or third. Oh hell, just give me the pot and walk away.

Saturday, September 19, 2009


Sometimes you just need a change. And since I’m much too lazy to runoff and live on a deserted island, I suppose starting a new blog will have to suffice. Yesterday I finally finished revisions to Brooklyn’s story and happily handed off the manuscript to my critters to read over. I believe in terrorizing my friends with bad prose. If I didn’t they’d think I didn’t like ‘em.

Brooklyn was a beast to overcome. No, not because I had heavy revisions to wrestle with. So far she’s been easy to clean up. I’m probably speaking too soon since my friends love to red mark a story. But I haven’t put anything out really for others to read in a while. Yes, I wrote Reggie’s story, but I didn’t share it with anyone. (Much to Val’s annoyance.) And no, it wasn’t because I have issues with letting folks read my work. I just didn’t feel like sharing.

Hm, I guess that’s all for now.