Monday, January 18, 2010

Past, Present, Future


Have you thought about what life would be like if you knew each of the next steps. Say you just had a glimpse into the next three months. Not the entire year. What if each of the events to come was set in stone. Since you can’t change the future, would you want to know or would you prefer the ignorance is bliss route? It would certainly be handy if we knew and we could change the future. I could make a movie reference, but I won’t. I was thinking about a short story that would be kind of interesting about fates set in stone.
Bad news Friday: “Morning kids, guess what? Lay offs are here. Let’s do rock-paper-scissors and see who’s the big losers are.” I came within a hairsbreadth of being one of those unlucky people. All right, it didn’t really play out that way. I’m joking, but the hairsbreadth part, that’s true. Options at this juncture? I’m nervously chewing my fingernails or I would if that was one of my bad habits. Needless to say, that didn’t leave much room for relaxing during the weekend. Editing done: 0 words. Writing done: 0 words. Games of solitare won: 4 (and we won’t speak of how many I lost). I’m on a roll. *Mimicking in falsetto voice* Obtain your goal, maintain your course. Uh-huh. I think I’ll rename this blog Tales of the Evil Fortune Cookie.
Got pulled over again. I was speeding. Oddly enough, that wasn’t why he pulled me over. I had a headlight out. I knew that, thanks Officer Obvious. I have an idea, why don’t you change it for me? My weekend was bad enough without your shiny red and blues. Really, troubling a blonde woman who may or may not have been wearing a seatbelt. Yeah, I’m super dangerous. Only to romance heroes and heroines.

Friday, January 8, 2010

A Woman's Prerogative


So I’ve made up my mind. Again. Sort of. After long internal battles and lots of procrastination and that stupid fortune cookie that said something about maintaining goals and keeping courses…yadda yadda, I decided to take it’s advice. Who knows it might be right, right?
I’m going to…send the first three chapters to Mills and Boon. Without rewriting the beginning. I am, however going to rewrite the end, but that’s inconsequential at the moment. By February 1st, 2010 I will, hand to God, send it. Results be damned, it’s going. If the moon plummets to the earth as a result, well, I’m sorry in advance. If angry birds and King Kong try to assimilate and kill all other life forms, well, sorry again. I told my husband and he said, good, it’s about time you stopped whining about it. Gee, thanks honey.
And I have a 1,000 what-if’s running through my mind. Know what? I did when I submitted “For Everything A Time” to the Missouri Literary Festival, too. Got second, didn’t it? Reckon a man could live his whole life on “what-if”, but then nothing would ever get gone. Sometimes you just have to drop the envelope or push the ‘send’ button.
There it is, in black and white (not literally, of course), The Convict & the Cattleman will no longer just be fluttering around my flash drive. Now, got to get editing that second and third chapter.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

I'd Rather Be...


So, first blog of the new year. And it’s late. Lovely. I usually do it on Monday or Tuesday. Sometimes I get so excited about blogging I do on Sunday. Wow, Thursday already, eh? I couldn’t think of anything to write about. You don’t really want to me whine about how much I hate snow and trudging around my driveway each day because it’s too slick for my sorry little car to make up up and down the hill. I’m miserable. Sometimes my mind wanders off for a while and I’m a thousand (or better) miles from my home knee-deep in blue water feeling the sand being sucked from under my bare feet. I tried to convince my husband to run away with me to Mexico this morning. Tomorrow’s high in Cancun is somewhere around 80 degrees Fahrenheit. I told him I would herd goats or even kill chickens if we could leave today. A co-worker suggested I might be better off working at a resort, but you can see how desperate I am. By the way, in George Town, Grand Cayman the high all week is the 70-80′s with a slight chance of rain. I’d weather a 1,000 hurricanes rather than face the snow and sleet we’ve gotten lately. Sadly, I can’t remember what it was like to feel the 70′s. I saw 75 degrees on one site and I thought brrrrr. Weird, huh? The high today in SW Missouri is 10 degrees F. The low is 0. They said it’s warmer in Anchorage, Alaska. Lucky bums.
So, how’s that editing coming along? Um…I have a confession to make. Oh, don’t look at me like that, I have been editing, so there. I just haven’t been working on C&C v.2. I swore I was quitting, didn’t I? I was going to ignore JT because it was driving me nuts, couldn’t think of an ending. I’ve been working on it for about a week. Right now I’m reading over it, but I’ve more or less made up my mind it’s not going to be much longer. I have a few ideas for publishers that take short submissions. And I changed the title. I only have to decide the end and the thing that’s giving me fits about it is proving Jacob’s innocence. Maybe it’ll hit me out of the blue. I love it when that happens. I’m not holding my breath (that’s a good way to pass out), but you know. I figure as long as I’m working on something, then I’m not wasting my time.