It’s Official

Hey I’m blogging over at the Chicas blog about my current writing difficulty. So stop on by if you can. 

I have a major crush on The Man. MAJOR.

:censored:

It didn’t help he showed up at my house looking hot in a pair of jeans and boots. F. One look and I melted. (I should note here this is the first time I’d seen him not in work attire – shirt, tie, dress pants, dress shoes.) It also didn’t help he smelled divine.

Yeah. I’m smitten. Gaw. :wall:

Anyway… last night I drank wine and wrapped Christmas presents and then I played on the computer some. Then a good friend called and I ended up dominating the conversation – I can’t help it, I’m a chatty Gemini – and cracked her up several times. It was good for me.

So… next week, the office is having a holiday cook-off. Categories are “chili” or “dessert”. I’m making my chocolate truffle cheesecake. Yes, it is to die for. It has this lovely chocolate ganache topping and the crust is crushed chocolate cookies. Man. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. I should totally win this competition hands down, right? haha

In my writing world… there’s this new story I’ve been sort of tinkering with. NOT anything I should be writing, after all. But when characters speak, you really must listen, right? They started chattering in my head the other day and I started writing their naughty story. Turns out, their story is even naughtier than I thought. So now all I really need is a plot to sustain a 70,000 word book. Should be easy, right?

HA. I have no plot. Further, I suck at plotting. I’m a seat-of-the-pants writer. But my friends always say, “You’ll think of something.” And I usually do. This is how I wrote Talk Dirty To Me and it sold to the first publishing I sub’d it to. In two weeks. Ah well. Maybe I will think of something.

I’m still missing my piano. But I’ve been a good girl and forbidden myself to look at any online anymore. It just prolongs the agony. I’m such a here-and-now kinda girl. I want things when I want them. Instant gratification.

Since this is the most rambly post EVER, I’m going to shut up now.

By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.