Yesterday was a much better day. Especially because it ended on a beer note with a good friend.

I also got these boots! Yay! My friend calls them “hooker boots”. But my Best Good Friend tells me that hooker boots go over the knee and are thigh-high. I have some of those too so I guess I officially have hooker boots.

These are Steve Madden and they are surprisingly comfortable. I can’t wait to wear them out! My Guy is trying to get tickets to the hockey game on Friday and if so I will be wearing them.

I’m having issues with my mail. Not big issues, really, but I swear I don’t think the previous occupant of the house (it was a rent house before) even bothered to do a forwarding address with the post office. The reason I think that now is because I got Ms. Carlisle’s Cosmopolitan magazine. Oh and I’m getting her Lane Bryant catalogs too. Apparently, she read Cosmo and she shopped at Lane Bryant.

Anyway… so I figured since I have a free copy of the November issue of Cosmo, I’d read it. I haven’t read one since I was about 25. Maybe younger. There’s a new section alled Cosmo Men and lots of articles about men. One was “How A Man Falls In Love”. Okay. I’ll read that. Sounds interesting. There are four phases for a man falling in love. Maybe I can learn something.

Uh huh. Right.

Phase 1. He sees you. He wants you.
Like, is this new information? No. Of course he wants you. Duh. That’s why he’s asking you out. It says guys daydream about the girl to the point of forgetting whatever they usually obsess about. Sorry. I don’t believe that for a second.

Phase 2. He trys to win you over.
Hey I love getting flowers and chocolates and a phone call because he was thinking of me and wanted to say hi. But I found this to be a little disturbing:

“From the moment I meet a girl I’m into, I start filing away tidbits of things she likes so I can reference them again later. If she’s into music, I’ll scour concert listings. I’ll read her favorite books. I’ll even mine Friendster for topics to bring up. It gets to where trying to find something she’ll like becomes an obsession in itself.”

Dude! Yer a stalker!

At that point, I stopped reading, threw the magazine down in disgust and went to sleep.

So I decided to come up with my own four phases.

Phase 1. He picks you and asks for your phone number.
Phase 2. He asks you on a date.
Phase 3. He sleeps with you.
Phase 4. He asks you to marry him.

Okay I’m just goofing around. Anyway, who needs a magazine to tell you of he’s into you? If you pay close enough attention, pretty sure you can figure it out.

Guess it’s time to get to work. And I’m starving. I really want bacon and eggs but all I have is these crummy breakfast bars. I have Darth Vader voice this morning since I drank beer last night. Well, that and the fact I talked myself hoarse. I’m thinking I talk too much sometimes…

Sometimes you have one of those days where you feel defeated. Monday was one such day. A very trying day. One of those days where you just want to crawl into bed and hide under the covers and pretend the outside world doesn’t exist. And somehow you dig deep down and find the strength to persevere and muscle through and just make it to the end of the day.

But damn it sucks.

By the end of the day I just felt beat down. I was glad to get home and change and do a whole lotta nothing.

I have to say when I got home, too, my mailbox was crammed full of mail. Apparently, the previous occupants didn’t bother to forward their mail, so I’m getting TONS of mail for several different people. (Either they didn’t forward it or the forward expired – who knows.) Anyway, I’m getting bank statements, bills, and all sorts of things. Out of about 8 pieces of mail there were only three I was truly interested in.

One was a royalty check for TALK DIRTY TO ME. I sold 40 copies in September. YES!

And of course, the publication date for A BEND IN TIME is approaching. I just rewrote the book blurb for that because it needed new life with the novelized version. So here it is:

When hitman Dane Fortune was hired to kill the beautiful and sassy Skye Ransom, he never counted on her leading him on a game of cat and mouse through time…or that he’d just as soon kiss her as kill her.

When Skye Ransom finds her parents murdered, she learns a hit man is responsible and she’s his next target. While trying to outrun her would-be murderer, she inadvertently transports herself back in time. Her biggest problem? Sexy Dane Fortune follows her to carry out his hit…or has he?
 
It’s time to get your adventure on.

I so love this. It really fits the tone of the book.

I’ve been lamenting the fact I haven’t been writing lately and most of that is due to my lack of commitment. Some of it is due to illness, scheduled, yadda yadda. Yeah, I really have no good excuse. But I feel like I’m about to get back on track. I’m one of those writers that spits out text in large chunks over a period of a few days and then stops writing. I’ve learned it’s just how I operate as a writer. I’ve also learned that I can’t beat myself up about it. Every writer has their own way that works for them. THIS is what works for me.

Anyway, yesterday, I pulled out something that I forgot I had written. It was the beginning of book 3 of Ransom & Fortune. And I was immediately riveted to the page and pulled into the story. I love those characters so much that writing them has become almost effortless. I don’t have to stop and think, “Would Dane really say that?” I know he would.

So reading it makes me long for writing their story again.

But I’m not going to let myself do that. I have to finish NICE GIRLS DO first! And then I want to get onto TAKE ME I’M YOURS.

So much to write, so little time.

But I’ll get there. Eventually. Probably in a large spurt.

Hey I’m blogging over at ShoeIQ so please go check it out. This week’s entry is all about a yummy shoe. Literally!

Well the kitchen actually came out okay. A couple of coats and one $15 paint brush later, it looks much better. Still kinda sloppy but at least the walls don’t look splotchy. At first I really hated the color but now it’s starting to grow on me. There are some places I need to touch up still but that’s a project for next weekend I think.

Okay now I simply must vent. I work in an office where several of us share a printer. It’s common courtesy to refill the printer when the drawer is empty. At least - that’s what I thought. But apprently, it’s beneath some people to do this. And it annoys me. BIG TIME. I mean, how hard is it to put a freaking ream of paper in the printer for God’s sake?

It seems there are only two of us who fill it up on a regular basis. And the person who runs it out of paper every single day cannot be bothered to put paper in it.

Oh sure - it sounds like a little thing. A pet peeve. But when it’s a daily occurence, it becomes a big thing. A very big thing. A thing that drives you mad until you can’t see straight. A thing that makes you want to walk right up to that person and punch them right in the head.

I really don’t have violent tendencies but this person is driving me to it. This person needs a swift kick in the ass. (Gender concealed to protect the guilty.)

Anyway… it’s annoying.

The cat, I think, must have been lonely for me the two days I was gone. He hung out with me quite a bit and was insisting on sitting in my lap. His new thing is hanging out with me in the bathroom in the morning while I get ready for work. He lays on the bath mat and just chills. It’s so cute. That is, until I get the hair dryer out and then he’s outta there.

I can’t believe it’s Monday morning again. It came too fast. But then, I got to bed late (again). Saw My Guy briefly last night.

And the Dallas Stars won this weekend. They’re 5-0-0. The shootout last night against Anaheim (may I say their new logo is just awful?) was greatness. Zubie and Jokinen are definitely our best when it comes to the shootout.

Okay gotta go work. I need coffee!

I finally started feeling better late yesterday and had a burst of energy. So I decided to paint the kitchen that beautiful caramel color.

Oh.My.God. It looks awful. Just awful. And I think it’s because it’s a semi-gloss and not a flat (I wanted to be able to clean it if it got dirty), and the fact that it’s such a dark color it’s hard to get good coverage. AND the fact I was using the wrong roller to being with (not one for semi-rough surfaces). (I had to run to Lowe’s last night to get new rollers and while I was there I had visions of the cat running through the wet paint and getting caramel-color kitty pawprints all over the house. Oh and I had left the back door wide open in my haste for the right rollers. DOH. Anyway…)

Damn it.

All I can do now is continue. It’s nearly finished. I have one more wall to complete plus some edging and then it’s done. But oh my god, it looks horrifying. And the worst part is… I’m having people over in a few weeks for a housewarming. How embarrassing!

In one part of the wall, you can definitely tell where it was patch and the color just won’t cover it. It looked okay white. But not now.

Guess it’s back to the Wall of Terror. 

…even when you’re over 30, you still want your mommy.

I had a meeting/marketring retreat starting Wednesday afternoon and going into Friday. It was great with lots of wonderful ideas and food and visiting and food.

The only problem was…I was sicker than a dog. It started Wednesday morning and got progressively worse. I had to leave out of the meeting early on Wednesday and get home as fast as possible. I curled up in a ball on the bed and wished for death. Well, actually, I just wished for the stomache cramps to go away. I slept most of the evening and all night and was still feeling rather puny the next morning.

And the whole time my stomach was cramping and I was feeling like I would die at any moment, I just wished my mommy was there. Not that she could do anything except give me sympathy… but still…

Since I was spending the night at the hotel, I had to get packed and get ready to go. I finally made it out the door and on the road. By lunchtime Thursday, I was feeling better. I was actually able to eat something.

Had dinner that night at a nice Mexican restaurant. I ate four bites and then was full. I really REALLY wanted to finish that dish but just couldn’t. And I probably overdid it with the food that night at dinner. All I could do was lay on the bed in the hotel room and watch Grey’s Anatomy.

By Friday morning, I started feeling yucky off and on again. I couldn’t really eat lunch except for a cup of soup. Knowing it was girls night, I headed home to rest before going out.

I was feeling pretty good by the time I hit the restuarant. We had beers and appetizers and played trivia. I smelled like an ashtray by the time I got home. And I was exhausted and starting to feel bad again. And of course by this morning, I’m sick once again.

I guess the intensity of the last few weeks have finally caught up to me. That and the poor diet I’ve had these last few days. Today I barely have enough energy to sit here. All I want to do is lay on the couch and watch TV. Which is exactly what I think I’m going to do. And I had so much I wanted to accomplish this weekend. Guess none of that is going to happen.

And to top it all off… I think some jackass stole my Amazon order off my front porch. OF COURSE it would arrive the day I was spending the night at the hotel. Fing scumbags. Amazon is replacing it for me, though, and I’m playing it safe and having it shipped to the office.

Anyway… on the bright side - my new very cool and chic checks and matching mailing labels arrived today. They’re awesome. I love them!

Maybe sometime today I can muster the energy to get some laundry done. I’d really like to make a trip to Home Depot for that new toilet tank but not sure I have the energy for that either… guess I’ll go have soup and watch Barefoot Contessa…

sigh

Ripped from Leigh:

Ice Pick Andy People Iced: Twenty Four Car Bombs Planted: Seventeen Favorite Weapon Bowling Balls Arms Broken: Seven Eyes Gouged: Eleven Tongues Cut Off: Eleven Biggest Enemy: El Loco Moto Get Your HITMAN Name AWSOME-GAME

 

TGIF! And tonight is Girl’s Night! YEAH!

Okay, since I’ve been in a meeting since Wednesday, I’m doing this little exercise. Here are pictures of my little house. If you’re totally NOT into this, please click away now.

(more…)

Yo! I’m blogging over at the Chicas today. Check it out but read at your own risk. It’s rather full of rage.

It seems my cat has a little friend. I only became aware of this fact when I heard my son tell the cat to stop it. So I asked him what he was doing and he told me: “Mom, he won’t stop meowing.”

Ha!

I left the office to see what was up with the cat. Turns out, it wasn’t Sampson talking at all. It was the beotch outside my backdoor.

Apparently, a lovely tortoiseshell cat had found his/her way into my backyard and was meowing incessantly at the backdoor and Sampson, being the friendly curious cat he is, was standing on his hind legs looking through the screen at it.

Now, I’m a fan of cats. But not cats that don’t belong to me that are trying to horde their way into my house and play with my kitty.

Sorry. It’s a school night and Sampson has a cough. He can’t come out and play.

Anyway, had a nice evening. Had a lot of errands to run. Went to Target and bought a gift for an upcoming shower. May I just say I totally LOVE buying little baby things? They are so sweet and so small and smell so good and I just love babies (but, alas, no more for me!).

Oh and I love how people say – “Oh, you’ll change your mind. You’ll meet someone and want to have his baby.”

Been there. Done that. Got the jacket. And yeah, I did have a baby and he’s now five and I have no desire to start over with bottles and diapers once again. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kid. He’s the sweetest kid ever. But one is plenty.

Just like I am never getting married again.

And again with the “Oh, you’ll meet someone and fly off to Vegas and get married.”

Um. Been there. Done that. Got the t-shirt.

And who knows. Maybe I will change my mind if the right person comes along. But for the moment, I’m having too much fun and enjoying living once again. That’s not to say I’m not stressing out about money because now that the first payment is nearing due on the house, I’m starting to wonder if I can afford the place. Oh sure, my phone bill will more than likely be a few days late. And I won’t be able to buy groceries. Money, schmoney. I’ll be fine. After all, I’m in my own house, doing my own thing. It totally rocks.

I think I’m digressing and not exactly sure where I was going with this blog entry other than the fact I started out talking about the cat. The cat that is in my face 2.3 seconds after my alarm goes off. The cat that insists on “fluffing” the furniture with his clawless paws. The cat that broke the toilet tank. And the very same cat that runs and hides from the kid and then sits in my lap after he’s gone.

He’s a sweet kitty.

Anyway. Where was I? Oh yes. House. Money. Stuff.

Do you know I have not written one word in like…a month or so? No wait, I take that back. I think I wrote all of three sentences at lunch today. But since I left my :censored: thumb drive plugged up at the office, I can’t (a) stare at my book artwork in the large format in all its glory (love and pet Dane always and forever) or (b) write. And I had every intention of writing tonight while waiting for My Guy to close the restaurant and call me. It’s a new habit. He calls on his way home and we chat. It’s not enough we burn up the network with 10-20 text messages a day…

Okay this is totally boring. If you’ve read this far – I can’t believe it! I’m just restless and trying to figure out what to do with myself. Maybe I’ll go surf the ‘net a while before trying to force myself to read a book. Or something.

Okay… if this doesn’t get you excited, then I don’t know what would. Granted, I’ll admit, it’s really only exciting to me personally, but MAN I totally dig the crap out of this artwork!

Samhain was gracious enough to allow me to keep my current artwork from Inara with a few modifications. Okay, so it’s not the sweet Indy font, but that’s okay. It still has this really snazzy look to it. And to think - it’s going to be in print.

It’s totally wonderful isn’t it? Oh my gosh, I love it. I mean, it’s not that much different from the original serialized version. And I’m so glad they kept the great cover and just added the new title of the book. I think it looks really really snazzy with the silver and red on there. And LOOK! It’s “A Ransom & Fortune Adventure”! How cool is that?

It rocks. And Dane is still hot. Mmm.

So anyway, now I have lots of work to do with the new artwork. Bookmarks especially. I can’t wait to make bookmarks!

And now I need to start brainstorming ideas for cover art and blurb for A Break In Time.

Work was one of those slow days where you just can’t wait to get out of there. We have this big marketing meeting starting Wednesay afternoon and going through Friday. I’m looking forward to it. Should be a great learning experience. Anyway, knowing that today was the only day I’d have time to do it, I left a little early to go get my bangs cut and my eyebrows done. Since the salon was empty, I decided to get a pedicure while I was there. I pampered myself for $28 and it was totally worth it. I needed it.

Not much else to blog about. It’s going to be a busy week. And now it’s time for me get to get to work.

:coffee:

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