The First Four
Dreams
1.Fleetwood Mac's "Rumors" album
2.Sylvia Browne
3.Fantasies
4.Great Smile Guy
Sunday, May 09, 2004
And another thing ...
Research. I think anyone who does research for any kind of job would agree it's hard work. And, yes, I do research. For example, in the book I just finished one of the main characters is 39 years old & pregnant. Because I've never been pregnant, I had to do research to find out what she's feeling & going through. Also, there's a lot of law-related stuff in my books. Because I'm not a lawyer, I have to do research on that as well.
So there!
Research. I think anyone who does research for any kind of job would agree it's hard work. And, yes, I do research. For example, in the book I just finished one of the main characters is 39 years old & pregnant. Because I've never been pregnant, I had to do research to find out what she's feeling & going through. Also, there's a lot of law-related stuff in my books. Because I'm not a lawyer, I have to do research on that as well.
So there!
Friday, May 07, 2004
Paranoia
Anyone who knows me ... I mean really knows me will know how freaked out I got when I checked my hit counter and saw that someone got here via this. My first reaction was "Holy shit! What did I write?!!" Thankfully, it was all perfectly innocent.
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Anyone who knows me ... I mean really knows me will know how freaked out I got when I checked my hit counter and saw that someone got here via this. My first reaction was "Holy shit! What did I write?!!" Thankfully, it was all perfectly innocent.
<3
Writing *IS* my job!!
I fucking hate it when someone asks my mother if I'm working. What I hate even more is her answer: No.
No. No?? What the fuck?!?! My first novel was published. I got a royalty check, which means I got paid for writing a book. The second book, and the next royalty check for the first book, are due within months. How is that not working? Normally, when someone gets paid for doing something, isn't it considered working?
I know some people out there think writing isn't work. Obviously, they are the people who can't write ... or worse, people who think they can but can't. Writing is work! And, it's hard. Yes, there is a certain amount of talent and inate ability involved but, for the most part, it's hard work. Grammar. Sentence Structure. Making sure your story makes sense. Making sure your story says what you want it to say. Coming up with the story is the easy part. Getting it right is w-o-r-k.
And then there's writer's block. You never hear check-out people at Wal-Mart saying "Ya know, I keep trying to put everything in the bag the right way but, I just can't seem to get it right." At least I never do. Maybe they do. Who cares? They get paid no matter how they throw stuff into the bag. If I don't write, I don't get paid.
Then, after the book is out there's promotion, publicity, book signings, speaking gigs. Not work? Ha!!
I'm starting to calm down a little so perhaps this entry will start looking as if a published author ... and not some slacker wannabe ... is writing it.
Back to writer's block ...
During the last NaNoWriMo there was a thread on one of the forums asking about the writers' muses. One said her muse was a wood sprite named Floralee or some such thing. Another person said her muse was a pixie who always wears pink and sits on her shoulder. I can't even remember the others. I didn't post to that thread because my muse is a real live person (the previously mentioned Great Smile Guy). I kind of realized it before but, earlier this week I knew for sure. I'd been having a wicked bout of writer's block. I talked to him for 2 1/2 minutes, then went and wrote eight pages. My fingers couldn't keep up with my brain. So, Great Smile Guy ... thanks :)
Look at that. Up there ... at the end of the last sentence ... see it? It's a smile. Just thinking about him makes me smile.
OK. I'm smiling, so the rant must be over.
Please disregard the poor grammar and anything else you might want to criticize because it's "fun" to pick out mistakes in a professional writer's posts. This is my blog. I do not get paid to write here so I can write whatever I want the way I want to write it.
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I fucking hate it when someone asks my mother if I'm working. What I hate even more is her answer: No.
No. No?? What the fuck?!?! My first novel was published. I got a royalty check, which means I got paid for writing a book. The second book, and the next royalty check for the first book, are due within months. How is that not working? Normally, when someone gets paid for doing something, isn't it considered working?
I know some people out there think writing isn't work. Obviously, they are the people who can't write ... or worse, people who think they can but can't. Writing is work! And, it's hard. Yes, there is a certain amount of talent and inate ability involved but, for the most part, it's hard work. Grammar. Sentence Structure. Making sure your story makes sense. Making sure your story says what you want it to say. Coming up with the story is the easy part. Getting it right is w-o-r-k.
And then there's writer's block. You never hear check-out people at Wal-Mart saying "Ya know, I keep trying to put everything in the bag the right way but, I just can't seem to get it right." At least I never do. Maybe they do. Who cares? They get paid no matter how they throw stuff into the bag. If I don't write, I don't get paid.
Then, after the book is out there's promotion, publicity, book signings, speaking gigs. Not work? Ha!!
I'm starting to calm down a little so perhaps this entry will start looking as if a published author ... and not some slacker wannabe ... is writing it.
Back to writer's block ...
During the last NaNoWriMo there was a thread on one of the forums asking about the writers' muses. One said her muse was a wood sprite named Floralee or some such thing. Another person said her muse was a pixie who always wears pink and sits on her shoulder. I can't even remember the others. I didn't post to that thread because my muse is a real live person (the previously mentioned Great Smile Guy). I kind of realized it before but, earlier this week I knew for sure. I'd been having a wicked bout of writer's block. I talked to him for 2 1/2 minutes, then went and wrote eight pages. My fingers couldn't keep up with my brain. So, Great Smile Guy ... thanks :)
Look at that. Up there ... at the end of the last sentence ... see it? It's a smile. Just thinking about him makes me smile.
OK. I'm smiling, so the rant must be over.
Please disregard the poor grammar and anything else you might want to criticize because it's "fun" to pick out mistakes in a professional writer's posts. This is my blog. I do not get paid to write here so I can write whatever I want the way I want to write it.
<3
Saturday, March 20, 2004
Who needs basketball?
Okay. The St. Bonaventure basketball team won't be eligible for the NCAA play-offs for the next couple of seasons but there are more important things in life than basketball. (although I did spend most of the day watching hoops on television) What's more important? Partying, of course! And once again Bona's is in the Top Ten. I'm so proud! Really. I am.
Okay. The St. Bonaventure basketball team won't be eligible for the NCAA play-offs for the next couple of seasons but there are more important things in life than basketball. (although I did spend most of the day watching hoops on television) What's more important? Partying, of course! And once again Bona's is in the Top Ten. I'm so proud! Really. I am.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Monday, March 15, 2004
Getting Old
I always thought of cholesterol as an old person's problem. Well, either it's not an old person's problem or I am *gasp* getting old. My cholesterol isn't all that high -- 223 -- and my doctor says I can probably get it under control by modifying my diet. But still. *sigh*
So today I went to the eye doctor for my regular check-up. I knew I was going to need a new prescription but I wasn't ready for what he told me. Bifocals. Bifocals? Bifocals!!! That was my initial reaction. Now I'm okay with it. Pretty much. At least I'll be able to see better. It was taking me 10 minutes to focus every time I picked up a book. My doctor assures me that problem will be alleviated with the, uh, new glasses. The new contacts will be good, though. I've been wearing hard lenses for 23 years because soft lenses wouldn't work due to the problems with my eyes. Now, however, there are gas permeable lenses that I can wear. Yay!
Anyway, although my body is apparently getting older I'm trying to trick it into staying younger. I've lost 105 pounds (47 to go!). I'm now watching my cholesterol. I'm walking an hour a day and alternating weight training and tae-bo six days a week. If that doesn't keep me healthy and feeling younger ... Ya know, a year ago I would have said I'd give up. But today I'll say I'll just have to try harder.
Getting old doesn't have to suck, I guess. It's up to me to make sure it doesn't.
I always thought of cholesterol as an old person's problem. Well, either it's not an old person's problem or I am *gasp* getting old. My cholesterol isn't all that high -- 223 -- and my doctor says I can probably get it under control by modifying my diet. But still. *sigh*
So today I went to the eye doctor for my regular check-up. I knew I was going to need a new prescription but I wasn't ready for what he told me. Bifocals. Bifocals? Bifocals!!! That was my initial reaction. Now I'm okay with it. Pretty much. At least I'll be able to see better. It was taking me 10 minutes to focus every time I picked up a book. My doctor assures me that problem will be alleviated with the, uh, new glasses. The new contacts will be good, though. I've been wearing hard lenses for 23 years because soft lenses wouldn't work due to the problems with my eyes. Now, however, there are gas permeable lenses that I can wear. Yay!
Anyway, although my body is apparently getting older I'm trying to trick it into staying younger. I've lost 105 pounds (47 to go!). I'm now watching my cholesterol. I'm walking an hour a day and alternating weight training and tae-bo six days a week. If that doesn't keep me healthy and feeling younger ... Ya know, a year ago I would have said I'd give up. But today I'll say I'll just have to try harder.
Getting old doesn't have to suck, I guess. It's up to me to make sure it doesn't.
Sunday, March 14, 2004
Unconscious Mutterings
- Old Navy:: the store that just about everyone here wants but will probably never get
- Out:: in
- Indecent:: Proposal (yes, I'd do it for a million bucks)
- UPN:: The WB
- Pupil:: Student
- Toothpaste:: whitening
- 1999:: Prince
- Passion:: of the Christ
- Social security:: will there be anything left in 20 years?
- Cliff:: I actually thought of 2 things simultaneously --- hanger & Clavin
What are the First Four things you think of when I say:
Terrorism
1.Osama bin Laden
2.September 11, 2001
3.March 11, 2004
4.innocent people dying