Saturday, August 21, 2010

If I could pick a different life . . .

{not that I would. I love my life and my family} BUT for the sake of the game . . .

I would want to be a cowgirl. I want to ride my horse with skill and be as tough as cowgirls are. I want to travel around to all the small towns and live at the rodeos. I want to wear the cowgirl garb {NO. Not the ugly rodeo queen stuff, the cool, country stuff} and flirt with the cowboys.

I’ve got part of it down. I’ve got a way cute cowboy hubby that I get to flirt with everyday. The rest? Well, I’ll just have to dream.

Tag! You’re it! What would you’re life be like if you could choose anything? Leave me a link to your blog so I can check it out!

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Help! They're after me!

New stories!

Ahhh! I want to dive into one so badly. All these new stories are scattered across my mind. I see breeding operations, gospel fiction and revolutionary war. Corporate espionage and imaginary worlds. Time travel and almost affairs! Dystopian, Fantasy, Adult Romance, Middle Grade, Picture books!!! Ahhhh!

I can't pay attention to them. I've got a near completed project right now, dang it. But these stories are doggie piling on my brain, and I can't focus on anything. It's like they are saying: "If you won't pay attention to us, then we won't let you pay attention to anything else." So, what do I do? Veg out on the couch in front of the T.V.
It's a good plan.

I've GOT to finish the rest of the manuscript before I can do anything, right? That's the right thing to do. *RIGHT?*

Yes. It is. I can't get a divorce and get out of this. I can't have an abortion and get out of this. I can't give up on my baby while it's skull is still developing. (all analogies I've heard used for the process of writing a book.)

I've got to get this finished.

*but not tonight. So You Think You Can Dance, a bowl of ice cream, and a snugly husband are all calling my name* Good-night tormenting new stories. I'll see you tomorrow.