Archive for June, 2009

Late . . . again

Posted in Uncategorized on June 30, 2009 by Marilyn

It’s the story of my life.

Actually, left to my own devices, I’m usually a very prompt person. It’s when others get involved (not naming you by name, sweetie!) that I turn into this horribly slow, never-on-time creature that people laugh and snicker at.

My problems getting this post up on time are twofold: insomnia and modem trouble. Yes, I use a modem. (My kiddo snickered at that, and the repair guy looked as if he wanted to. I live in dial-up hell.) I’m writing this on a borrowed computer. Ick.

The insomnia is a tougher problem. No trip to the repair place to deal with that. I’ve had it since I was fifteen, and I don’t think it’s going away any time soon. There’s not much more miserable than being so tired that your yawns are swallowing your face and not being able to go sleep.

If the frustration doesn’t drive me too crazy, I put the time to good use by running story and scene ideas through my head. It’s not too distracting; it doesn’t keep me awake; it’s like watching a movie that no one else can see. The only problem is that I often can’t remember the scenes the next morning, LOL.

During about half of my twenty-some year writing career, I slept all day and wrote all night. Maybe that’s what I need to do now, since I’m awake most of the night anyway. It’s just kind of hard to deal with the real world when you’re asleep while they’re awak e and vice versa, but maybe I’ll give it another shot.

It can’t be any worse than lying awake, exhausted, and listening to seven critters snoring — oops, six critters and one husband — while I’m begging for sleepl

I Love Summer!

Posted in Uncategorized on June 29, 2009 by kcwildwood

I took the kids swimming today.

Okay. That is a lie.

I took myself swimming today and allowed the children to tag along. And as I was merrily floating down the lazy river on my bloated inner tube, feeling quite proud of myself for not caring a bit about my exposed cellulite and sagging…uh…body parts (aren‘t you proud of me Marilyn, I kept it PG 13!)…it occurred to me what I was doing. Every time I floated past the lifeguard, my head swivelled. Not a lot, to be sure. But enough that he had to have known that I was eyeing him…like the slab of highly tanned and very ripped beefcake that he was.

Sigh.

This can only mean one thing.

I have now officially become a ‘dirty old woman’.

I can’t help it.

In my younger years, I would have been too shy to openly gawk at a hunka-hunka, afraid that he might get the ‘wrong’ idea about me. Now, sister, let me tell you! Not only do I gawk, but I also stare, and sometimes I have been known to openly salivate. Seriously. I mean, is it just me, or are guys these days actually getting hotter? What with all the waxing and tanning and hair gel….wow.

And while it may be true that I am WAY too old for most of those boy-toys (and probably wouldn’t even know what to do with one if I somehow managed to catch him) that does not negate my viewing pleasure.  They primp. They preen. I enjoy. It is a very simple system, and it works well for everyone involved. In fact….

Next week, I am going to go again. And I am going to take my sister along, because as with most things female, gawking at hot lifeguards is best done with a buddy.

I now know where the hot lifeguards hang out.

*sly smile*

Anyone care to join us?

K.C. Wildwood

Interview with Lynda Sandoval

Posted in Interview with tags , , , , , , , , on June 28, 2009 by DP

Well… better late than never, right??? Our apologies for the mix up with Lynda’s interview. But we’re on track now!!

Who/What influenced your writing the most?
Honestly, it was the books I read as a child/young adult. I learned to read very early, at age two-and-a-half, and I absolutely devoured books. When I realized you could escape to a different place and time, simply through stories, I knew I wanted to be the one writing them. Also, I grew up in a family of avid readers. We didn’t spend time gathered around the television. We each curled up in our favorite corners and read. Alone, but together. It’s a cherished childhood memory for me.

Did you always want to be a writer? If not, then what?
I always wanted to be a writer, but I thought I needed to “get a life” before I’d have anything worthwhile to write about. I don’t regret that decision, as I worked a lot of jobs and traveled the world, but I’m glad to be settled down, doing what I love now.

I understand you tried out a lot of different jobs before becoming a writer. Do you still have a “dreaded day job”? If so, what?
“A lot of different jobs.” Understatement! LOL. Yes, I do have a dreaded day (actually night) job, but it’s by choice. I’m a part-time 9-1-1 emergency medical/fire dispatcher. I’ve been with my department for 8 years, and it’s a nice swap from the solitary writer’s life.

How did you make the transition from being a cop to a writer?
You know, it was both simple and excruciatingly difficult. At the time I got the job, I was the smallest cop ever hired in the state. Even though I passed all the physical/arrest control/firearms tests with flying colors and tested/interviewed extremely high as far as knowledge, people were understandably concerned about hiring such a tiny cop. It was a true accomplishment for me to overcome that obstacle, and I loved being a cop. However, as my writing started to take off, I had to choose. Writing and police work are both super taxing, and I couldn’t do both. I’d wanted to be a writer my whole life, so I chose that. I don’t regret it for a moment, but I do miss police work occasionally.
But, in the nuts and bolts category, I saved up enough money to pay off all my debt so I could start with a clean slate once I resigned. That was super important.

How did your experiences as a cop impact your writing?
I employ a lot of police tactics to my career as a whole. For example, when the writing career seems out of control, like a crazy bar fight or in-progress shooting scene , I will back off (take cover), assess what the heck’s going on, concoct a plan of action, and then go at it with as much control as possible. The person acting is always in control. The person reacting is always out of control.
I’ve also learned to let a lot of craziness in this career roll off my back. At least no one’s shooting at me—there’s perspective for ya!

What does your normal (writing) week look like?
I set weekly page goals, which gives me leeway to handle unexpected crises that crop up without feeling guilty. If I did daily page or word count goals and then didn’t meet them, it would throw me off (I know myself). So the weekly thing works for me.
I don’t have set work hours or set days off, as I tend to immerse myself in a project when necessary. To a fault, sometimes, which can lead to burnout. (That’s a whole different interview). But, anyway, I prefer writing at night, as I am not, never have been, and never will be a morning person. LOL. Just ask my mom. Or my high school teachers. I need to write alone, no music with lyrics, no television. I need silence in my head.

Do you work with critique groups? How has your experience with them been?
Earlier in my writing career I worked with a full critique group, and it was a good experience for the most part. However, as we all began to need different things from the group, as people moved on, or just moved, it disbanded. Now I work with a single critique partner who is absolutely invaluable to me. She knows my writing better than I do, and she can tell me when I’m veering off track, pulling my punches, or forcing a character to do something he or she wouldn’t. Also, we never try to alter each other’s voices, which is vital, in my opinion. I wouldn’t give her up for the world.

You’ve written in several genres. Which is your favorite to write and why?
Oh, gosh, this is a hard one. Actually, I like the variety. It’s nice to write a romance, then a YA, then a women’s fiction novel. Keeps my brain stimulated.

How is your approach to Latina or young adult books different than your romances?
First of all, I don’t write Latina fiction. I write romance or YA or women’s fiction novels in which the characters “happen to be” Latina or Black or teenaged or gay—whatever. That’s a misconception I’ve tried to overcome for a long time, because people are people, and stories are stories. The world I live in is a big, colorful canvas with different kinds of people. That’s why I populate my stories the way I do. That said, my approach to writing any of my novels doesn’t change. Everything I write is character driven, and every character is distinct. If his/her heritage, age, sexual identity, etc., affects the story, as it should, that’s the way I want it. It’s all character.

If you could write yourself into a story, what would your character be and be like?
She’d be a superhero! And debt free. Just kidding. You know, as authors, we write from our own experience, world view, upbringing, geographical region, etc. I think there is a bit of me in every character I write—even my heroes. Speaking of heroes, I often get comments, good or bad, that my heroes are “nice.” Yes, I write beta heroes, but that’s because I like nice guys. I don’t even think I’d be capable of writing an alpha hero. LOL.

What do you do to relax (not writing)?
I love, love, love to sew, decorate, read (of course—and I don’t actually trust writers who say they don’t read), quilt, knit, and yes, watch TV.

What advice do you have for writers who are still waiting for “the call”?
The age old advice: start the next book. This isn’t flippant advice. Once you sell, they’re inevitably going to ask, “What else do you have?” That answer should NEVER be “Nothing.” Why make it harder on yourself? Release the book that’s out there and move on.

What do you wish you had known earlier in your writing career?
Two things. I wish I’d known that you could be 24 books into your career and still not wealthy. LOL! And I wish I’d known about professional jealousy. Personally, I love helping other authors, and I think every success is shared by the whole. But, had I known how pervasive and invasive, not to mention downright hurtful, professional jealousy can be, I would’ve donned my armor much earlier and saved myself some of the pain. As it is, professional jealousy came as a rude slap in the face to me.

What’s coming up next for you?
I’m really excited that the sequel to my first YA, “Who’s Your Daddy?” is FINALLY going to be released in April 2010. “Father Knows Best” is the title.

Would you mind giving us a sneak peak at your current release? =)
Sure! “Lexy’s Little Matchmaker” is a June Silhouette Special Edition out now. It’s the fourth in my Return to Troublesome Gulch miniseries. The premise behind the series is this: a decade or so before the books begin, four couples went to prom together and were involved in a catastrophic car crash. Four teens lived, four died. Each of the Troublesome Gulch books deals with one of the survivors, and all of the books deal with healing and redemption. Lexy is the friend who actually caused the accident, and she’s been living with crushing guilt for twelve years. She’s the supervisor of the 9-1-1 Communications Center in the Gulch, and she’s been focused on her friends’ recoveries, not her own. Anyway, here’s the link to the first bit:
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Letting Go

Posted in Uncategorized on June 27, 2009 by LSomerville

I come from a long line of overachievers and perfectionists. My great grandfather spoke seven languages. My mother’s father managed to attend Harvard Divinity School even though he was the son of coal miner. My father was the first in his family to graduate from college. So naturally, there was a time in my life when I really believed I could be Super Woman. And I darned near was. My house was always clean and laundry done. I could pull together a dinner party for eight at the drop of a hat. And my husband, an Air Force officer, always had the sharpest uniform on base.

Then the most amazing thing happened…I had kids…three of them. And the broomstick I had shoved up my you-know- what broke into a million little pieces. I haven’t been the same since! But I have been less perfect, less super, more human, and according to my husband, a whole lot more fun!

Old habits are hard to break. I still set goals and strive for perfection. In writing that can be double-edged sword. Certainly as a author, I want to submit to a publisher or agent a flawless piece of work. But I have to watch myself, or else I end up polishing, then re-polishing, polishing, then re-polishing, polishing, then re-polishing …you get the idea. At some point, I have to take a step back, look at my work objectively, and accept that my best effort is just that…my best effort.

I learned to do bead work from George, a Santee Sioux. One day, I was beading a strawberry motif on a pair of moccasins. I held out one of the moccasins to admire my work. George, who was sitting next to me, set aside the leggings he was working on. He reached over and took the moccasin from me. He looked it over without a word. Then he handed it back and asked, “Did you mean to do that?” I took another look at my bead work, saw the flaws, ripped out all the beading I had done and started over. Sometimes, my writing effort is like that. But in the end, I want to be able to say, “Yes, George, I meant to do that.”

And with all that being said, I want to end this blog with an apology to all my Writing Slut bloggers. Over the last few weeks, I have been a terrible blogging partner. I don’t think I’ve left a single comment on any of your blogs. I’ve been pre-occupied with being a new grandmother and with helping my DS and DDIL lose that deer-in-the-headlights, I’m-a -new-parent look. But that is no excuse. I hope you will forgive me and I promise to be much better.

Dishing the dirt!

Posted in Uncategorized on June 25, 2009 by ladysuran1

Okay, in the spirit of Perez Hilton, I’m naming names and dishing the dirt.

Susan Shay lives with three hunky guys…and brags about it!

Marilyn Pappano is having an affair with her orthopedic surgeon!  Nobody is that accident-prone.  *Wink-Wink*

Linda Trout says she goes to Alaska every summer, but we know she’s really hunting fuzzy, baby seals.

 

And so it goes.  What is it with people and blogs?  Now, anyone who knows me knows I’m not the best blogger in the world.  But never, NEVER would I use a blog to dis another writer or (God forbid!) my publishers.  And yet, I’ve read several blogs this past month which have done just that thing.  What were they thinking?

Way back in the last century, when email, chat rooms, and loops first started, there used to be philosophy that you NEVER wrote, chatted, or posted anything that you didn’t want the entire world to know.  Because one out in cyber-space, always in cyberspace.  (And I know because the very first self-made website I did is STILL up.)

Nowadays, practically everyone with a computer blogs.  But does everyone have to “vomit” every tiny detail of their life for the world to see?  Okay, some blogs are fun…sharing pictures of their grandkids or pets.  Some are even educational.  Who knew all the uses for dryer softening sheets?  But way too many are boring or mean or plain old crazy.  And when it comes to the younger crowd, it can be downright dangerous.

Now, with social networks like MySpace and Facebook and Twitter, personal information is more immediate.  And as an introvert, I have to admit I find that fearsome.  My professional self is far more fun and interesting that my real self.  I’m one of those people who sit in a group, enjoying the conversation and perfectly content to add a comment or two.  But when it comes to blogs…well, just let’s say coming up with a blog even weekly can be challenge.

How do some of you come up with such fun and fascinating blog entries?

Questions

Posted in A Writer's Life on June 24, 2009 by Meg

Have you ever pondered those pithy questions only to come up with no answers?

Like: Why did Mrs. Howell pack so many clothes for a 3 hour tour? Was Ginger going to be the floor shore for the cruise on the SS Minnow?

Why does the cat decide to like me (she hates everyone!) while I’m painting a ladder back chair? And if she was going to help why couldn’t she have whipped that long tail under the rungs instead of having me turn upside then get swatted in the face by that now green tail?

Why does the grass grow faster in the garden than on the lawn when they both get the same amount of water?

When your house is the messiest, the dirtiest, and there is nothing in the fridge, why does company come? The same can be said if you’re in your favorite t-shirt sans appropriate undergarments and rattiest shorts?

Tell me some of your favorite questions. Who knows, we may find the answers.

Stay cool!

And the wind comes sweeping…

Posted in Uncategorized on June 23, 2009 by Marilyn

Is the dry, hot wind blowing so hard it makes you feel as if your skin is being sandblasted from your body? Is the heat laden with humidity so thick you feel as if you’re wearing it for a coat?

Does your hair fall limp from the moisture in the air, or spring into tight coils, making you run shrieking for a flat iron? Do you feel like you’re in the middle of a sauna? Or find you’re in an unyieldingly foul mood developed after numerous days of 95+ temps?

If you find any of the above applies, then you must be in Oklahoma in the summertime. Even if it is a ‘tad’ early this year.

Use these emotions and sensations to help make your stories come alive. It’s the little details that can make a story, and thus have your readers clamoring for more. Don’t just say it . . . FEEL IT.  SHOW IT. LIVE IT.

But personally. . . I’d just as soon have a little cooler temperature for a while. And if I do have to put up with the heat (that we’ve been living with for the last week with no relief in sight *sigh*), I’d prefer to spend it on a white sandy beach with the man of my dreams granting my every whim as the deep blue of the ocean laps lazily at my feet.

Ahhh. I can feel the soothing water now. 

How about you? Want to join me?

Happy 90th, Gran!

Posted in Uncategorized on June 22, 2009 by Kira Daniels

This post is in tribute to Gran.

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She is technically not related to me at all anymore-due to divorce, but in my eyes, she is my grandma. And as she told me Saturday, I have to quit using the term ‘technically’– she said, “You are my granddaughter and that’s all there is to it!”

Saturday she celebrated her 90th birthday. She is still spry and gets around pretty well, even if she might be a little forgetful. But I think at 90 you’re allowed to do that. Just recently she moved in with her daughter, who’s 71. Gran has always been incredibly independent and she wouldn’t slow down, always trying to do way to much. Like climb ladders to paint and move furniture. hehe She’s always been a go-getter.

I was introduced to the family at the age of 12 when my mom married her youngest son, Jim. At 13 I moved in with my mother and Jim. I used to spend a month with her during the summer and we were always taking road trips. We went to Arkansas once, Branson another time, Tennessee to see Graceland and countless other smaller trips.

When I stayed with her, we would but up all hours of the night playing Rummy. She beat me most the time. :) She also gave me my first romance novel when I was 14. Most of you know this, the one by Rosemary Rogers – Sweet, Savage, Love. I was hooked. She had an extensive romance collection for a time and she always would pass them along to me.

I hadn’t seen Gran in a long time. Once my mother and Jim got divorced 13 years ago, I kind of lost touch. I’ve only seen her a handful of times in that 13 year span. I wish I had stayed in touch better. I can only blame that on myself. Maybe it’s myself getting older, but I truly regret that and I’ve vowed to make more of an effort to see her and Jim.

Gran is the type of lady who is truly a Lady. In the purest sense of the word. I don’t think there has ever been anyone that has met her and not smiled. There’s just something about her.

She had over 40 people at her party. She was just thrilled and made a point to stop by every table and talk to everyone there. Only close family was invited back to her house afterwards– and I was invited. She gave me several crystal pieces, candle holders, candy dishes, wine glasses and champagne glasses – all from Europe. Everyone in the family received something– things she didn’t have room for now. I will cherish them always. Some of it I always remembered seeing at her house.

She is a wonderful woman.

And when I get published, her name will be the first on the acknowledgement page.

And she knows this.

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Jim, me and Gran

The Interview Scheduled for Today . . .

Posted in Uncategorized on June 21, 2009 by Marilyn

. . . has been delayed due to circumstances beyond our control. Please check back later!

It’s a Secret

Posted in A Writer's Life with tags , , , , , , , on June 20, 2009 by susanshay

Dad–if you’re reading this (and you-know-where has frozen over) STOP NOW! You’ll ruin tomorrow.

Someone kicked Terminally Curious’s bed and woke her again. She’s rearing her ugly head to ask a question–

What are you getting your dad for Father’s Day?

I know it seems like a lame question, but it’s not. Honest. I have to tell you, shopping for FD around here isn’t for the timid. The DH has very definite ideas about what he wants for FD–and for some reason, my suggestion of an electric alligator lopper (Black and Decker–$100) doesn’t fill his bill. *pout* (I also suggested walkie-talkies because I can’t keep up with him and all his chores, but he turned his nose up at that, too.)

My dad is even harder to buy for because he has everything in the world. He does! And what he doesn’t have, he buys. Get him something he doesn’t want, and he’ll say, “thanks!” then promptly give it away to someone else. (I tell him that if he doesn’t want something I give him, to GIVE IT BACK TO ME!)

This year at the family business, Dad announced several times in a loud, stern voice, “Don’t buy me anything for Father’s Day. At. All.”

Wait for it . . .

“Except a straw hat to wear while I work in my garden.”

When #4 called to discuss this truly wonderful thing she thinks Dad would love, I told her about his edict.   ”Nothing for Father’s Day, except a straw hat.”#4, having a quirky sense of humor (where’d that come from?) answered with a laugh. “We ought to all buy him hats. Six hats for Father’s Day. He should love it!”

So we did. I begged DH into picking out ours from Kmart, where he works. It looks like a gardening hat. Even has a string like Dad had on his cowboy hat when he was a little boy. (Fantastic childhood stories–I try to remember them all.)

#6 had a special hat in mind, so she drove all over Tulsa (well, Sand Springs, anyway) looking for it.

#5 picked out a fantastic hat, which I offered to wrestle him for (so I could wear it and be cool).

#4 sent her hat to me via UPS and I haven’t opened it, but she says it’s a straw golfing hat.

I don’t know what he’ll do with six hats, but he should be the happiest father in Cleveland. After all, his children all obeyed. (For once.)