Sunday, August 30, 2009
Starting with Friday night after work, I glued myself to my computer for most of the weekend, pounding out the final chapters to the second book in my Ghost of Granny Apples mystery series.
I live on the 3rd floor in an apartment without AC. At 10 pm on Saturday evening, the thermostat in my apt read 90 degrees. And that was with 2 big fans running 24 hrs a day in the living room and one huge oscillating fan running in my bedroom/office. Sweat poured down my back, down my face, down my arms. Even over the computer mouse. I took cool showers twice a day and lived on stuff like yogurt, cottage cheese, and fresh fruit. Oh yeah, and some ice cream. The cats sprawled on the cooler linoleum in the entry hall and enjoyed the ice cubes I dumped into their water from time to time. Speaking of water, I think I drank my weight in it in the past couple of days.
Why, you ask, didn't I just leave and go someplace with AC to work? Because I write better when I'm at home at my desk top. And because Hot 'n Haunting is due to my publisher in 8 days. Yes, eight, ocho, VIII days!
So how did I do on my deadline this weekend? I'll tell ya straight out - I ROCKED! In spite of the brutal heat, I cranked out some of pretty cool stuff. And I'm so close to finishing, I not only can see the finish line, I can smell it.
Or is that me needing another shower?
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
After getting up very early to write on Sunday morning, I met up with long-time friend Leila Sarkisian, who lives in SF but was down in LA this weekend for a family event. We hadn't seen each other in a very long time and it was fun catching up over breakfast at Grub, a place I discovered when searching on the Internet for a new breakfast spot.
Grub is a charming little bistro on a small street in Hollywood. It had everything I look for in a brunch spot - early hours, casual environment, outdoor dining, and an interesting and reasonably priced menu. Another thing that caught my attention is that Grub is co-owned by Betty Fraser, a former contestant on Top Chef. Being a TC devotee, that sealed the deal. I'm happy to say that Grub delivered on all pistons. I had what's billed as their "Friggin' Amazin' French Toast." It was wonderful, though I usually prefer eggs for brunch over sweets. Leila, not a typical breakfast eater, had the pulled pork sandwich. I definitely intend to go back. Their lunch and dinner menus looked great, too.
By 11 am I was back at my computer pounding away towards the finish of Hot 'n Haunting. I am very pleased to say I wrote a crap load this weekend! And still managed to do laundry and vacuum, along with grooming a very disgruntled B. And, of course, I didn't miss a minute of True Blood or Drop Dead Diva!
Now it's off to the day job with a sense of a weekend well done.
Just 2 more weeks until Hot 'n Haunting is due to my publisher - pant, pant.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
The thing is, I have never had a fondness for fair-skinned blonds. I prefer men on the swarthy side and closer to my age, so it surprised the begesus out of me when I found myself holding my breath until each time his character showed up on screen.
Holy batshit, I am waaaaaay too old to be behaving like an obsessed teeny-bopper. In fact, I'm old enough to be this boy's mother for cripes sake. Ummm, that's Alexander's mother not Eric's. After all, Eric is supposedly 1,000 years old and, well, I'm not... yet.
For many reasons, I thought this past week's episode of True Blood ("I will Rise Up") was the best one yet. And I would feel that way even if the episode didn't feature Eric Northman stretched out naked on a bed. Really, I would! I liked this episode so much I've watched it at least 3 times. For the crisp dialogue, of course.
Oh boy, Sunday night is just around the corner. I can't wait.
Eric, you can bite me anytime...
Thursday, August 20, 2009
So how’s a gal supposed to write when her eyes needs cold compresses?
Hot ‘n Haunting is going well. I’m pleased with it, but just when I can see the finish line, someone moves the tape. I know the ending. It plays like a movie in my brain. But unlike movies, which move fast, novels get tied up with pages and pages of dialogue and description. There's simply no short cut. I can’t get to the finish without following the trail up and down the hills and over the obstacles.
Gee, that’s sounds a lot like the Mud Run I recently finished, doesn’t it. Funny thing, the Mud Run had now become my touchstone. My point of reference when things get tough.
“If I can finish the damn Mud Run, then I can [fill in the blank].”If I can finish the damn Mud Run, then I can finish Hot 'n Haunting, in spite of wanting to skewer both eyes with knitting needles.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
In a few weeks, I'll be hitting the trail every weekend for book events and signings. Lots of fun things planned, so check the calendar on my website to see where I'll be. The calendar is a work in progress and is updated frequently, so check it often.
Come on out to an event and say hello. I don't bite, unless you ask nicely.
Meanwhile, I'm just 3 weeks away from finishing Hot 'n Haunting, the 2nd offering in the Ghost of Granny Apples series.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
The three of us have appeared on panels at several libraries now and we're going to keep doing it until we get it right. That's all there is to it
But this time it's not a dress rehearsal. This time it's going to be filmed for public access TV, channel 22.
So put on your best I wanna be on TV smile and come on down!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
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Sunday, August 09, 2009
He didn't recognize his own daughter??? I don't even know Tatum O'Neil but I recognize her every time I see a photo of her. I don't even need a caption to assist me.
But lack of recognition of his own spawn aside, it's still pretty vile that this man, who professed such love and devotion in a documentary that was shown recently worldwide, hit on ANYONE just minutes after touching the casket of Farrah Fawcett. The woman wasn't even in the ground yet! Over the years, anyone paying even moderate attention to entertainment gossip has learned that Ryan O'Neil was hardly the model father, husband, and companion, but this really takes the cake. A new low in maledom.
This is the sort of plot twist you wish you'd thought of first to put in a novel. And even as I write this, I'm sure many novelists are doing just that. But it's also the sort of thing many editors are going to criticize, saying it demands too much suspension of belief.
This is so skanky on so many levels...
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Today is also the launch day for A Bad Day For Sorry by my friend Sophie Littlefield. I had the privilege of reading A Bad Day For Sorry several months ago. Try it, you'll love it!
Remember all you aspiring authors out there, there was a time when I was working on my first novel and struggling to get published. Same with Sophie. There are no short cuts. No magic pill. No special words of incantation. It takes a lot of work, dedication, commitment, and sacrifice to create a book, sell it to a publisher, and get it into the hands of readers. And the work never stops.
But it can happen. Sophie and I are proof of that.
Monday, August 03, 2009
The words came forth like melted buttah. So much so, it was difficult to pull myself away and get ready for work.
Yay! Now I'm cooking!