Tuesday, December 23, 2008

AIRMAIL: North Pole

Dear Santa Claus,

How are you doing, big guy? Mrs. Claus well? The reindeer okay? Biltzen recovering from that cold? Did Cupid get through that nasty divorce? Yeah, well, you shouldn’t have mediated that. You know better. I tried to tell you…

Anyway, I’m writing about business this time. My business. Yes, it’s that time of year again when I drop you a note to let you know what I’d like for Christmas.

Erm, I realize it’s the 24th. Sorry about that. Time sort of slipped from me this year. Mother Nature decided to gift us with lots and lots of colds and flu's in the last few weeks. I have no idea what I did to piss her off. If you see her, you tell that b****


You tell her, that I am so sorry for whatever I did. I promise not to squish any huge brown Okinawa spiders when I see them in my house. Heck, I even give the geckos free room and board! I will be a better partner with nature, I swear. Just tell her to lay off the sickness.

Oh, right. This was about my Christmas list. I forgot.

Santa, I ask for the same gift every year. You know the one I’m talking about.

DON’T ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME! You might think you answered me last year, but that didn’t work out. It’s not my fault. Sometimes two people aren’t compatible – and we weren’t.


Can I have another chance? Please? Yes, I want a Christmas miracle.

Yours devotedly,


Saturday, December 20, 2008

And the PACT shall commence...

I'm going to start working on my YA again. I haven't actually written anything new on it yet (no, that would be too easy), but for the last two nights I've dreamed about it. No story -- more plot and what will make it work. Weird, huh? I'm taking this as a sign that I need to dip back into it.

Suz and I came up with a writing pact. I'm blogging it because I need it public to keep me honest and living up to my part. Every week we must turn in a new chapter (due on her Sunday). Ugh -- actual work. What will I do?

I've told her that I might switch between books. At least that gives me a little leeway if I need to write something else and take a break for a while.

My writing discipline is sadly lacking at the moment. I will get my mojo back. I'm going to rock this hard.

That means that I have to stop reading so much (or not - ha! How could I give that up?). This month I've read 16 books so far (and it's the 21st). Sheesh, I'm behind. That's not even one a day! ;)

So only (maybe) five more books this month and the rest of the time I really do need to write. Really. I do. I need to stop reading, already. And talking about writing, and do it.


Going now.

Off to work.

Monday, December 8, 2008


My kids and I were sick. AGAIN. What does that make... three? four??? times in the last two months? I had to pick up Seth from school on Friday because he had 102 fever -- that he spread to the rest of us.

Not much going on around here besides that. Although, now I have a really messy house because I've been down for the last few days. SIGH. I may (or may not) clean it today.

I started writing a new book. This one is not a YA. Actually, it's as far from a YA as you can get. I've started a Historical Romance. HAHAHA. I'm having so much fun with it too. I don't know if I'm going to finish it at this point (it only has a very loose plot) because I'm only writing it to get my mojo flowing. I need to write something (the compulsion is too great) and YA -- yeah, I needed a break. So why not?

I haven't, up till this point, tried to write a Romance. When I started writing years ago, my mom was very specific with her request: NO SEX. That left out Romance. ;)

I let her have her way...

Then I realized, whatever, I'm 32. What's she going to do? Spank me? So I called her and told her I was writing a Historical Romance and it was going to have HOT SEX. AND... she should really read some published ones (I'd recommend a few if she wanted) so that she could help me see if I was on track.

Her response? "Email me the titles."

YES! I've successfully corrupted my mom. Or she just loves me that much.

(It's probably the latter.)

Although, once again, I may not finish it. We'll see. Right now I'm having fun, and that's all that matters.


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