Wow, I have seriously been neglecting this blog lately. Just a little too much going on in the everyday, workaday world. But I'm starting to get my creative on again.
You know, sex scenes are not easy to write. I mean, you can get all caught up in the moment, but then you have to stop and think about where to put the hands, and what's going on with the breathing, and ...WTF...is there talking? And if so, what are they saying? And...if you want it to be real, exactly how realistic do you make it? I mean, there must be a happy medium somewhere between a letter to Penthouse, a Cosmo article, and the blurry euphamisms in your typical romance novel.
I know, I know - some people sweat their dialog, want to know if it's believable. I'm all about the sex. Big surprise there. It does make a nice counterpoint to the work projects, cleaning the house, painting the bathrooms, and paying the bills. (What about the breathing? And is there talking?)
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Wait in the Van: Even A Monkey's Lungs Seemed Safer. And More Homey.
Holy Cow -- totally classic. At least, it is if you're a mom and you're pretty much done with George. I want more...
Wait in the Van: Even A Monkey's Lungs Seemed Safer. And More Homey.
Wait in the Van: Even A Monkey's Lungs Seemed Safer. And More Homey.
Monday, January 25, 2010
No one knows her, but Dar Williams rules...
I've had this song on the brain all day...
How I long to fall, just a little bit
To dance out of the lights and
to stray from the light
But I fear that to fall in love with you
is to fall from a great
and gruesome height.
So you know I asked a friend about it
on a bad day, her husband had just left her
and she sat down on the chair he'd left behind
she said, "What is love? Where did it get me?
Whoever thought of love is no friend of mine."
Once I had everything - I gave it up
for the shoulder of a driveway and
the words I never felt
But for you, I came this far
across the tracks
10 miles above the limit and with no seatbelt,
and I'd do it again
For tonight I went running
through the screen doors of discretion
when I woke up from a nightmare
that I could not bear to see
You were wandering out on the hills of Iowa
and you were not thinking of me
How I long to fall, just a little bit
To dance out of the lights and
to stray from the light
But I fear that to fall in love with you
is to fall from a great
and gruesome height.
So you know I asked a friend about it
on a bad day, her husband had just left her
and she sat down on the chair he'd left behind
she said, "What is love? Where did it get me?
Whoever thought of love is no friend of mine."
Once I had everything - I gave it up
for the shoulder of a driveway and
the words I never felt
But for you, I came this far
across the tracks
10 miles above the limit and with no seatbelt,
and I'd do it again
For tonight I went running
through the screen doors of discretion
when I woke up from a nightmare
that I could not bear to see
You were wandering out on the hills of Iowa
and you were not thinking of me
Friday, January 1, 2010
A Great Start!
Whoohoo, no hangover -- starting 2010 on the right foot!
Now let's see what else I can accomplish today....
Now let's see what else I can accomplish today....
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Never Enough Time
Where did 2009 go?
Not that I'm sorry it's over -- I don't think there are very many people who are sad to see the backside of this year. But this year has flown by on supersonic wings. Especially the last two months, which seem to have lasted about two weeks!
When I lost my job, I thought I'd take advantage of the extra time to focus on some pet personal projects that have been on my mind and my "bucket list" but that I never seemed to have time to complete. Working on my book, organizing the house & garage and clearing out 3 years of accumulated junk, creating my new website -- and of course, working on my resume, my personal marketing plan and my job search. I don't know WHY it didn't all get done in 60 days!
Now I'm facing several job offers at the beginning of January and the reality of going back to work full time, and I'm starting to have a panic attack that it hasn't been long enough. Which then makes me incredibly guilty to feel this way at the moment, because really, who complains about job offers in a difficult market? But I AM questioning whether going back to work for someone else is really the right thing to do. What if I only need a few more months to make some great things happen on my own? On the other hand, a challenging career working for a company that will give me a lot of control and a lot of discretionary income is also highly satisfying and....what's that word? Oh, yeah...safe.
One thing I do know is that I'm determined that 2010 will be a much better, much different year than 2009. I took some baby steps this year that I intend to turn into fearless leaps -- no matter how terrifying or difficult. I'm afraid I don't believe that the meek will inherit the earth. Or perhaps it's just that I don't believe I should sit around waiting for an inheritance.
And I believe in the power of specific goals. So here are some of mine for next year:
1. Accept a lucrative, flexible job offer or produce consulting income no later than February 1st.
2. Submit Twelve Months to SVWC in May. Finish book in 2010.
3. Resolve relationship paralysis.
4. Pitch the Berkeley book to a cable network as a mini-series.
5. Launch portal site.
6. Run 2 half marathons and possibly one marathon (gulp).
7. Get my financial house in order.
OK, those are the SERIOUS things. But there are also some fun things I want to be sure I do:
1. Host a Passion Party.
2. Go to Disneyland. Or maybe on a Disney cruise. I realize I'm a nerd here, but I don't care.
3. Canyon Ranch. And regular spa days.
4. Take a 12-week workout class with my scary-fit friend(s). Do the Wii Fit.
5. Research the silly wine idea. Include at least one Napa trip.
6. Bowling.
7. Lunch/drinks with my fabulous friends.
8. Vegas, baby.
9. Sex, for the love of god. (Now, why did I think of this last??? Have I not learned??)
I'm sure there's more. There's always more. But I'm feeling up to the challenge.
Not that I'm sorry it's over -- I don't think there are very many people who are sad to see the backside of this year. But this year has flown by on supersonic wings. Especially the last two months, which seem to have lasted about two weeks!
When I lost my job, I thought I'd take advantage of the extra time to focus on some pet personal projects that have been on my mind and my "bucket list" but that I never seemed to have time to complete. Working on my book, organizing the house & garage and clearing out 3 years of accumulated junk, creating my new website -- and of course, working on my resume, my personal marketing plan and my job search. I don't know WHY it didn't all get done in 60 days!
Now I'm facing several job offers at the beginning of January and the reality of going back to work full time, and I'm starting to have a panic attack that it hasn't been long enough. Which then makes me incredibly guilty to feel this way at the moment, because really, who complains about job offers in a difficult market? But I AM questioning whether going back to work for someone else is really the right thing to do. What if I only need a few more months to make some great things happen on my own? On the other hand, a challenging career working for a company that will give me a lot of control and a lot of discretionary income is also highly satisfying and....what's that word? Oh, yeah...safe.
One thing I do know is that I'm determined that 2010 will be a much better, much different year than 2009. I took some baby steps this year that I intend to turn into fearless leaps -- no matter how terrifying or difficult. I'm afraid I don't believe that the meek will inherit the earth. Or perhaps it's just that I don't believe I should sit around waiting for an inheritance.
And I believe in the power of specific goals. So here are some of mine for next year:
1. Accept a lucrative, flexible job offer or produce consulting income no later than February 1st.
2. Submit Twelve Months to SVWC in May. Finish book in 2010.
3. Resolve relationship paralysis.
4. Pitch the Berkeley book to a cable network as a mini-series.
5. Launch portal site.
6. Run 2 half marathons and possibly one marathon (gulp).
7. Get my financial house in order.
OK, those are the SERIOUS things. But there are also some fun things I want to be sure I do:
1. Host a Passion Party.
2. Go to Disneyland. Or maybe on a Disney cruise. I realize I'm a nerd here, but I don't care.
3. Canyon Ranch. And regular spa days.
4. Take a 12-week workout class with my scary-fit friend(s). Do the Wii Fit.
5. Research the silly wine idea. Include at least one Napa trip.
6. Bowling.
7. Lunch/drinks with my fabulous friends.
8. Vegas, baby.
9. Sex, for the love of god. (Now, why did I think of this last??? Have I not learned??)
I'm sure there's more. There's always more. But I'm feeling up to the challenge.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Gotta Love It
Courtesy of the three year old:
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Five gold wigs,
Four collic birds,
Three Frenchmen,
Two Turtle bugs,
and a Padre in a Pierre tree.
Gotta love it.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Five gold wigs,
Four collic birds,
Three Frenchmen,
Two Turtle bugs,
and a Padre in a Pierre tree.
Gotta love it.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Show Up At The Page
Now that I have two kids, I'm really understanding the whole "room of one's own" thing in a visceral way.
But I'm also learning that if things aren't going the way I want them to, I usually have only myself to blame. Laziness and procrastination are easy drinking buddies, but they leave behind a nasty hangover. I can't call myself a writer if I don't write, the bills won't pay themselves, and if I'm not being treated the way I want then I better fix the circumstances and the terms, because no one else will.
Sometimes I just have to kick my own ass. I hate that.
But I'm also learning that if things aren't going the way I want them to, I usually have only myself to blame. Laziness and procrastination are easy drinking buddies, but they leave behind a nasty hangover. I can't call myself a writer if I don't write, the bills won't pay themselves, and if I'm not being treated the way I want then I better fix the circumstances and the terms, because no one else will.
Sometimes I just have to kick my own ass. I hate that.
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