Coasting Through Limbo…

I’m about three months too late with a blog post.  I was planning on a regular monthly blog. It’s not that I sold my house, separated from my husband of 18 years, or had to find someplace decent for my daughter and me to live OR anything.

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The separation took quite a little over two years.  I think I Shanghaied the poor guy and it took him that long to realize I wasn’t kidding when I said I think it was probably a good idea.  With our economic situation so closely in tune with the nation’s, we were forced to deal with it until we could sell the house.

I loved that house.

 

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We finally did sell it after only about a combined 7 or 8 months on the market after an initial attempt the previous year. That was a good thing, but for some reason it took a while for the buyers to secure a loan. Taking a bit longer than expected threw me off, I guess.  I had about two weeks to find somewhere else to stay once we’d closed. Living in a wonderful village with a great school for our daughter, it was imperative that she and I stay.

Unfortunately, I fell in rebound love with a condo…a short sale.  Ugh!  If anyone knows anything about them, why couldn’t you tell me to run screaming from the dang darned thing? Now, we wait, my daughter and I.Cooped up in this okay apartment

with crappy downstairs neighbors who could give Honey Boo Boo and her family

a run for their cable network money. Image

Oh, it’s been an experience. One, I’m sure to look back on one day and laugh—just not today. So there you have it folks.

I’m happy to say that I’m writing again.

I pulled out an old manuscript, dusted it off and starting revising. It’s been too long and I want to get back up on that horse. Look out, here I come!

And the Winner Is…

partyCongratulations Pamk! I’m sending you an Amazon gift card worth $25.00!

I’ll also post the winner of the Mistletoe Madness grand prize Kindle Fire as soon as I get that information.

Thanks so much to all who participated. That was a lot of fun, so stop by now and then to see what I have for you next.

Mistletoe Madness: Blog Hoppin’ Fun! *Contest Now Closed*

Drumroll please…

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Really…no kidding!

I’m giving away a $25.00 Amazon gift card to 1 lucky hopper.  All you have to do is leave your name and email address (so I can tell you if you’ve won) as a comment below. I’m picking the winner December 21st.

THEN…

Check out the list of authors offering their own contest goodies and try for more LOOT by clicking on their names !

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FINALLY…

Click here: enter to win  for a chance at the grand prize!

Go on…it’s MADNESS!

Romance as Fertilizer?

Within the last five years, I’ve been trying to argue that romance is fiction. I guess feeling bereft of it for so long, I’ve grown bitter and jaded.  

…very bitter.

Never mind why I still cry at the sappiest romances. I’m programmed—

yes, this is denial!

Definitions declare romance as:  an ardent emotional attachment; an expressive and pleasurable feeling from an emotional attraction to another; an emphasis on emotion rather than libido.

Hmm, what’s the common thread here?  EMOTION! So romance is the emotional part of relationships.  Like if a man tells you he loves you, he’s being romantic, right?

“No.” says a friend. “…it’s how he says it; that’s the romantic part.”

Ah, I think I understand.  Universally, most women place more importance on emotional attachments, at least in theory, so men need to feed into that. Some men may feel the necessity to wax romantic when their pure, innate desire is in simply getting laid. These very smart men see the importance in presenting a bouquet of flowers, spontaneously texting a compliment, or cooking a favorite dish.  They will be rewarded.

It happens.

Okay, so if we do the math, couple + romance = happy sex?


 

   +

 

=

Hmm, no.  I was never any good at math. 
There’s so much more to it, like trigonometry, only simpler.  Let’s try biology instead… What happens to a plant when you don’t nourish it?  

It dies.

Romance is the water, sunshine and fertilizer you give your ROMANTIC relationship.

It’s a powerful thing. Like Miracle Grow!

Is romance important to you?  I’d love to hear your perspective.

I’m Baaack!


The thrill of learning for the first time that one’s work will be published is easy to describe. Adrenaline rushes through one’s body and breathing ceases for about two seconds. When one’s autonomics recover and consciousness returns (yes, I think brief blackouts are common) the relief of air rushing through one’s lungs is dizzying.  A smile plasters on one’s face and then friends, family, and pets are told, danced, and hugged. Euphoria sets in, but better yet, a sense of accomplishment inhabits the part of one’s existence where doubt and that dreaded impostor syndrome burrowed deep.

I’ve had two novellas published. Well, the second one is hopefully releasing in August.  I’m very happy about that fact. I love that someone took the time to read my work, appraised it’s value, and said, “Yeah, I love it! I want to publish this.”

It’s affirmation that I’m a good enough writer; that a well respected publisher is taking the time to ensure it’s made available to anyone who wants to read it. I really like that part.

The news of my second novella’s acceptance came at a time when I had to hear some good news, or I think the mask of strength and sanity that I’ve attempted for the past 22 months would crumble. Yes, even during a major life changing event, having another manuscript accepted is amazing! It’s like Demerol kicking in during labor. The pain is still there, but you don’t give a sh*t because you are feeling soooo goood. Weee!

Many women choose to use some type of method to deal with pain during<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
        childbirth.

*Really, who looks this good during labor?!!*

Anyway, I’m happy to say I’m back and I hope to be a bit more bloggishly interesting this time around. It’s cathartic, at least writing this bit was, and I should do it more often…I have no Demerol around.  *wink, wink*