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I am a romance writer. That's not easy to say. Most people have preconceived notions about romances, and the people who write them. Let me tell you! Writing isn't for sissies. I got my first rejection in April 2004. That makes me a professional. In what other field are you considered a "professional" when you don't get called back for a second interview?
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Works in Progress
The Husband Checklist
Professor Kennedy's Ghost
The Baby Contract
Almost On My Own
The Stone City
Daddy's Little Girls
The Dog Next Door
New job, new attitude, new WIP
Finished at last!
Out of print, but not out of circulation!
Grace Tyler: Why I love animals
What I've Learned
Precious little angel
Kissed any frogs lately?
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It's Monday again
OK. It's really Tuesday. I got off track.
Down one pound this week! It was that time of the month, so I'm not too discouraged that it's only one pound. My pants are getting baggy and my shirts fit--no stomach sticking out in front like a pregnant bump.
No writing. I'm working my tail off on my medical transcription course. It's intensive, and I've got to get a job and help dig us out from under. Know what that's like? Trying to do the schoolwork full time is pretty crazy.
Labels: weight loss, writing
Monday Morning Weigh In
I don't want to fill up my blog with weight loss issues. However, I think a Monday morning weigh in is appropriate and will keep me motivated.
I melted away six pounds so far! And I'm not a good dieter, and I'm still nursing, so it's not about portion control. It's eating better. That's all.
Now, let's see if I can keep the blues at bay and get some writing done!
Labels: weight loss
Last Sunday, my daughter shamed me into going back onto my eating program. She said she was worried about her weight and wanted to go on a diet.
She's a gorgeous, slim eleven-year-old. Naturally I was upset and asked her why she was worried. She told me she was concerned she would end up "obese like you."
Nothing like that to push a mom into doing what she should do for herself!
I've begun to melt. In spite of my depression and my husband hurting his back this week.
Not a lick of writing, but I'm melting!
You Complete Me
Are these the most romantic words ever spoken? Not necessarily.
I've been married for almost 14 years. Our anniversary is next month. As you pass milestones like holidays, birthdays, and anniversaries, it prompts reflection. I consider what my life would be life if it had taken a different direction 14 years ago, or if I had let the cold feet win and not married my hubby. I get emotional and connected. I even think about sleeping with him. Usually I sleep with our 14 month old. Not a great move for the marriage, but this too shall pass.
Last night my wonderful husband asked me if I would type something for him. I knew what it was. He has a rank advancement test coming up on Saturday for his martial arts class. Each time they test, they have a paper they have to write. Well, DH got very emotional in his paper, and started talking about God, country and family. I was so impressed at how he had exposed himself like that. Not something a guy usually does.
Then I read something that brought me up short. "Omega (his martial arts studio) completes me." What the---???? It completes him?
The romantic scales fell away from my eyes. I laughed really hard, but it made me feel a bit inadequate.
So the next question is, should I never sleep with him again (let Omega fulfill him), or should I sleep with him more?
To Blog or not to Blog...
I am in the best mood. This doesn't happen often, so I have to share when it does. Kind of makes up for my habitual bitchery. At least, I hope it does.
I'm rewriting a story from scratch. It's over there ->>> on the sidebar with the word counter. It's been slow going, and not just because my time's limited. Also because the words just weren't coming. I was making progress, but I was going through the motions. Something just wasn't right about the beginning, but I couldn't see it and didn't know how to fix it. So I simply blundered forward. Better than doing nothing.
It took a week of pondering, but I figured out what was wrong, and last night the fix began to gel.
I've spend the past two hours reworking my rewrite, and it feels so good when those words flow and you can nip and sew and revise and make good. Nothing like it. No other high comes close. Or so I hear...
Don't you hate when...
People with kids tell goofy stories about them and think they are the cutest kids on the planet?
Well my kids really ARE the best. And the smartest.
My fourteen month old has been watching sign language videos since she was about nine months old. At first she didn't seem to care about them, but by the time she was a year, she asked for them with a special sign every time she was tired or bored.
She's had about 20 regular signs for the past couple of months. Then she quit signing at all and started screaming and pointing like a normal toddler. All of a sudden yesterday, she started using signs on the videos that she's never used before. Like candy and apple. And doing the Dad and Mom sign closer to correctly. She told her Dad "come here" yesterday because she wanted to show him something.
I'm amazed and thrilled. It's so fun to have two way communication with a child this small. They really do know what's going on, just like we knew they did with the first two.
One extreme to the other. No signs and total tantrums to adding new words and trying to "talk" to me all the time. Actually it's kind of exhausting.