![]() Author has written 1 story for Janet Evanovich. Empty Box! Empty Box! Must fill with words! Husband says: "What'cha Doing?" I reply: "Nothin'" and quickly shut Blue's lid so he can't see. (My computer is named Blue, for her color. She is my best friend. I told one of my children the other day ... Blue, You Children, and My Kindle. Never doubt that I love you all but the order of importance gets murky. Try wiping your own pee off the toilet seat, it might help.) Sometimes at night, once I've gone to bed, the husband will crack Blue's lid back open and take a peek. I know this because in the morning I get that look. The look that says "I'm married to a crazy woman!" One other thing - I'm not opposed to smut. Someday I might churn out something rated M for Mature. Thus far I've rarely accomplished anything beyond the words "Then They Had Sex." How do y'all do that? I guess I must be repressed. What I'm currently working on: The Makings of a Very Bad Day Angie and Mary Alice snuck into my head and refused to leave until I gave them some screen time. I was furious, for what little writing time I have is currently being used trying to wrestle Never Halfway (more on that later) into some sort of workable product. I lectured both the girls for a couple of hours then finally caved and agreed to write some crap out for them. Mary Alice is not so hard. Miniaturize Steph down to a third grader, let her gallop around a bit, and there ya go. Angie is the problem. I think I was shooting for a mix of Rory Gilmore and Hermione Granger, but Angie just refuses to let herself be molded into anything so likable. Every afternoon as I let her blather all over the pages of my Word documents, she proves to be -- well, me at age 10. She’s a bratty little know-it-all and I just can’t change her. Except since this is fiction my Angie is somehow able to claim a genius IQ to justify her behavior. Yeesh. Oh well. I decided my main goals for the piece were to A) Make sure I could upload something to FanFic.net and B) Let Angie have her say and get her out of my brain because let me tell you -- I’d rather be thinking about Ranger. After those two goals are met I want to wrap the piece up quickly. I personally am not that fond of literature that just aimlessly wanders around with little point. Once you get past the realization that Ranger, as perfect as he may be, is a lousy babysitter – there is definitely little point to this thing. They are just little girls and I don’t think any little girl should have a stalker or blow up a car until she is as least sixteen. So I’m tellin’ ya, I got nothing! If they insist on moving back into my head later, it will have to be as minor characters in my current work. Never Halfway I’ve been smacking this thing around for a couple of months now. One day I was reading one of the books and a quote popped into my head “Sentence her to a life of Joseph Morelli and I’ll strangle you myself.” Hmmmm, now who could say such a thing to Ranger and actually you know, not fear waking up in Somalia the next morning? Perhaps Tank but to be honest I’m not sure I write Tank very well. Lula might blurt it out, but likely not – Lula’s kind of scared of Batman. And so Allie began to take shape. Allie and I have struggled. She was originally an Army Surgeon. That really didn’t work well. She’s a smart-ass and she has a nasty habit of refusing to ever listen to anybody else, much less take an order. If she’d ever actually been in the Army, she’d probably end up Court-Martialed for insubordinate behavior or some such thing. Plus, Ranger and the other ex-Army guys were getting to the point where just the thought of her in the Army had them threatening to run for Morelli’s Malox. It just didn’t work. Then she was an obstetrician, don’t ask me why. That Allie turned perky on me to the point where I seriously considered killing her off before she ever even got a chance to utter the line. There are just some things in life I prefer not to deal with: Paris Hilton, Vera Bradley Handbags, and Perky. I’ll leave all three to those of you who enjoy them - just not for me. I still have some of that work stuck on Blue. I don’t even like to look at the titles long enough to go delete them. Blech. Allie’s been what she is for a couple of weeks now and she is definitely turning into a woman who can tell Ranger the line. A Merry Man fell in love with her almost instantly. I’ve had to have a talk with him though. He’s a Merry Man damn it, he is not going to spend the whole story just following Allie around in a mushy mess. I won’t have it. Sounds corny but I almost dreamed the first few chapters a couple of weeks ago. It was NOT a pharmaceutically enhanced dream either. I got up really early the next day and pounded them out before it was time to shove Pop Tarts in the kids' mouths. I hope to spend most of the next week finalizing my outline for the piece, then I’ll begin publishing. Hey! I like when people email me to chat and stuff and I’ll read anything. Thanks Everybody. |
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