I’m thinking I’m gonna start blogging here again. My nom de plume is gonna retire for a while (take a sabbitical, so to speak) so I’m gonna go back to the real name. Look for some new stuff here in the next days. Going to Romancemama’s tonight for some girl time – should be good for laughs. Maybe my headache from the day’s dramas will go away.
Singing "Sherry Baby" maybe?
See how much fun she can be??? On second thought, maybe the headache won’t go away. LOL!
Got good preliminary news on the short story today from the submission. Its not a done deal but I’m hopeful. Should know for sure around May 1.
Trying to decide whether or not to keep this blog going. I have a group blog as well as a blog under my pen name and it is becoming more difficult to keep them all going. Check out my pen name’s blog. http://jillianchantal.wordpress.com/
outside my office window. They really do sound so sad. They aren’t- or shouldn’t be as they are building nests for the little ones. They should be happy at the imminent blessed events. We had one couple last year that had two different sets of babies. Made a mess on my porch for sure with all the baby poop. The interesting thing was that the mother sat as still as a statue for a month or more while the babies were in the shell. I was amazed at her stamina. And no cramped limbs, to boot! At least I didn’t hear her complain.
Been sick and no motivation to update the blog. I’ve been working hard on the latest novel and now that its done, I may knock out a short story or two. While I wait for the inspiration for the next full length story. IF I ever get to feeling like myself again, that is. I’m counting the minutes til I can sleep. For a long time.
I decided to change the theme of the background to this blog. The other one seemed to be too popular. Lots of bloggers using it. I liked it a lot but it was time to mix it up a bit.
Had a hearing today in my real life role of attorney. I have to say that the judge surprised me. I had filed a motion saying the judge made some errors. I figured I’d lose my head. He’d yell at me and my head would fall off and roll out his chamber door and go down the stairs. Thump, thump, thump.
Anyway, to my shock, he agreed with me on the two things I said he erred in. So, then, it was a matter of holding myself in the chair and not falling onto the floor in shock. In the grand scheme of things, it didn’t make a bit of difference but I was glad to see him “man up.”
Check out the Japanese magnolia at my office:
Japanese Magnolia flower
I love Saturday mornings. I get the luxury of lounging about for a while. Not something that happens a lot in my life. I usually take the time to do five crossword puzzles, read the horoscope, finish my post for my group blog if I haven’t already done it and saved it, and then its time for the shower. As I write this, I am still in my robe and it is 8:45 a.m. Nice, leisurely morning.
Things will change, though as I have to run lots of errands today. And I am close to finishing the first draft of my latest manuscript and while I’m excited about that and plan to get it done today if at all possible, I then have the dreaded edits to work on. Hate that part. Alas, must head to the shower.
Not much to report other than I am chasing 40,000 words on my WIP. It has thrown me several curve balls but I am enjoying the ride. I will be pitching it under my pen name because of the content. Wouldn’t do for my clients to know about my romantic side. Gotta be the tough lawyer for them.
Ever have one of those writing days where each word is torture? Sheer, pure, agony? I had one last night. I mean, every word was hard fought and excruciating. So, I finally decided I had had all I could take and went to bed with the thought that it would be better to re-start that scene from scratch on another day.
Guess what? Today, in the cold light of dawn, I got a chance to look at the words that were dragged out of me and shock me– they were pretty good. Not stellar but good nonetheless. I am not going to have to trash the lot of them. A little tweaking and I’m moving on to the next scene. Whew (she wipes brow in relief).
I’ve decided not to submit a short story to Strange Mysteries. It is an anthology that I had intended to submit a story I started. Since I am deep into my new full length manuscript, I don’t feel I have the time to polish the little story about my psychic lemur. Maybe next time.
Ramblings of a Writer 