Summer break — really?

If it's summer break, I'm not having any of it. I'm working. I have a book to finish, and it's rolling along pretty good — so far.

I totally love it when a book starts to write itself. I love sitting down at the keyboard and knowing the only impediment will be how fast my fingers can keep up with what my mind creates. That's not to say it's all easy. No indeed. I still have those stretches where one set of ideas reaches a conclusion (at the end of a scene or chapter, maybe) and I need to figure out which direction to go for the next set.

Yes, I know, if I were a plotter who outlined extensively, I'd know where I was going. But chugging along is part of the process for me. I really love that enjoyment of discovery along the way. It's like getting on a train and going for a trip to a place you've never been. If I bought a video of the trip before I went, and then watched it through, it wouldn't be as exciting for me.

I love this part of being a writer. What I don't love is the pain of self-doubt, the misery of waiting for responses to submissions, the sheer terror of going to the mailbox. I could do without those bits, thank you.

Right now, I'm on the downhill slide. My goal is to be done before 1 July. Then I have a trip to New Orleans over the 4th, back home for shopping for National, then the National conference at the end of the month. Once I get home again and recover from that, it'll be September. Whew, this is a busy summer! Where's the break?

How about you? Any big plans this summer? Any writing plans?

How long does it take?

I'm tired of the medical profession in some respects. Going to the clinic when there's no one else waiting to be seen, and then waiting for 45 minutes in the exam room without anyone coming to say anything — sorry, Dr. X is running behind, he's on the 15th hole and expects to finish the course soon — is ridiculous. And we pay for this privilege.

I applaud medical people, and I thank them for taking care of us. I really do. It's not an easy job. But why does it take so blasted long for the doctor to see you when no one else is ahead of you? When there are about 10 nurses running around and no patients — or maybe one or two in an exam room somewhere? Why can't anyone come and tell you when to expect Dr. X? Am I wrong in thinking it'd be nice to know when to expect this vaunted and necessary person's appearance?

And is it just me, but do you start to think because they've put you in an exam room and closed the door that perhaps they forgot you were there? I truly am a patient person. But 45 minutes alone in a freezing, silent room is a bit much, I think. TELL me Dr. X is busy. Tell me he's running behind, we're sorry, etc. I am patient and understanding. But sheesh, my time is worth something too! Thank heavens for the iPod Touch. And books.

Yeah, so that's what I did over the weekend. How about you?

Weekend plans

What's on tap for you this weekend? I'm going inside this gorgeous home. It's the oldest documented antebellum mansion in Alabama. Every year, the town of Twickenham, which is Huntsville's historic district, opens several homes to the public. For a mere $17, I get to tramp through about six beauties, peering at people's antiques, going gaga over their renovations and views, and wishing like heck I had the kind of money to afford one of these babies.

Ah well, at least I get to go inside! I think it's a cool thing that people open these old homes to the public. The tour raises awareness for preservation of old homes, and shows people just what treasures we have still in the South today. Read more about the Huntsville Tour of Homes here.

Hope you have a great weekend! Once I finish that tour, I'll be writing like crazy!

If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all

My hands hurt a bit from all the typing lately (which isn't stopping me from writing this blog, lol). Typically, I don't force myself to write SO much all at once, but I have a lot on the writing plate at the moment.

I'm having SO MUCH fun, even though I'm tired, a bit cranky, and my hands hurt. I'm so in the zone that I committed an email faux pas yesterday — I accidentally sent Person A an email that was supposed to go to Person B where I, you guessed it, said something about person A that I'd prefer she not have seen. It wasn't that bad, but I was a little disgruntled she had made a decision without asking my preference first. (This is not, in any way, writing related.) She made a decision she thought would help me, but I was a little blindsided by it and reacted. I apologized, but her feelings are probably still hurt. My Southern Lady Graciousness gene is certainly lying on a fainting couch, sipping iced tea, and feeling quite horrified.

Yeah, this little faux pas, as mild as it is, reminds me how careful we must be in our communications online. Email can exist forever. Vitriolic blog commentary will come back to haunt you. That time you got upset and vented your spleen on the RWA loops? Yep, it's still there, somewhere, lurking. It's human nature to get irritated. It's human nature to fight back when we feel threatened. But when you get upset about something, take your time to think it through before hitting that reply button. You just might save yourself a lot of headache — and a whole lot of apologizing. If you do say something you regret, apologize. Not an “I'm sorry if” apology, but a real one: “I'm sorry.” No qualifications.

But, really, the thing to do is to always, always remember that words on screen, sent across the Internet, are forever. Don't say anything you wouldn't want to admit you said. Remember that blogs and email loops have lurkers, and you have no idea who those lurkers could be. Don't shoot yourself in the foot by branding yourself as a rabble rouser without a cause or an argumentative so-and-so who always has to jump in and give her 2 cents. And don't think that anonymous comments are anonymous. They never are to the blog or loop owner. ๐Ÿ™‚

Have you ever committed an email faux pas? How did you handle it? Have you been on the receiving end of an email faux pas? What did you do?

Progress

So many things going on lately! Overnight, it seems, I became a working writer. Now, I sit in front of my computer and read my WIP and think, “Will my editor like this? Am I going off the rails in this scene? Is it too much?” I'm new to working with an editor, but I think she'll rein me in if I go into left field too much. Of course my fear is that she'll read my work and think they've made a mistake in picking me as the winner because it's obvious I can't follow directions. *G*

Seriously, I think these are the things that go through every writer's mind when she sells or, in my case, gets an editor for a year. You suddenly wonder what they see in your work and whether or not you can repeat it. My answer to a friend who felt this way would be, “Of course you can! They aren't dumb, and they know you can do it or they wouldn't have chosen your story!”

So, I'll take my own advice and stop fretting. Too much. ๐Ÿ™‚

But really, I'm having fun with these characters and their story. I wrote two entries for the Harlequin contest; the Spanish Magnate was my second entry. I knew when I wrote it — when I was writing it — that it was special. I didn't know it was good enough to win, but I knew I had something. I could feel the depth of emotion in my characters, in their situation, and I wanted to keep writing about them.

I've always heard writers talk about how they knew a certain manuscript was THE one. I felt that way about THE SPANISH MAGNATE'S REVENGE. I didn't know if the editors would agree with me, but I had that feeling deep inside, that giggly happy feeling you get when you know something's right. As a Presents reader, I was positive I'd get a request out of it, that it fit the line even if it needed a lot of help. The outcome was more than I'd hoped.

So I'm working on finishing, and I have editorial notes to keep in mind as I work. But it's still fun, writing this story, and I still love these characters. And I know I can do it, even if I get twisted up with self-doubt from time to time. ๐Ÿ™‚

Have you ever known a book you were working on was THE one? If you've gotten a revision letter on a mss, did it scare you or did you jump in with both feet? More importantly, is it Spring where you live and are you enjoying the warm weather and flowering plants? I miss Hawaii in the winter, but when Spring hits, I love the new leaves and flowers, the gentle breezes, the birds and butterflies and warm sun. Spring is about possibilities, isn't it? ๐Ÿ™‚

Fabulous Females

It was a busy weekend here in Northern Alabama! The Heart of Dixie chapter participated in a local event called Female & Fabulous at the civic center. There were health, beauty, and lifestyle booths spread around the center, lots of giveaways, and Clinton Kelly from TLC's What Not to Wear made an appearance.

I've never watched WNTW, but I think I will in the future. I liked what Clinton said. He said one thing that really impressed me: “Don't dress to please a man.” The other thing he talked about was young women and the pressure to dress like Paris, Britney, or Lindsay. Those clothes, the ones that show lots of skin, aren't necessary. You don't have to dress like a ho to be beautiful. After that, I figured I was in love. ๐Ÿ™‚ When he continued on to say that catalog models weren't women to emulate because they weren't typical, well, the applause was deafening. The guy was funny, engaging, and entertaining. Other than the women who just wanted to smell or hug him, it was a great question and answer session he gave. (And what's with people anyway that they raise their hand for a question and then just want to smell the guy when he comes over? Sheesh.)

As romance writers, we often write women who are smart and confident. They may not start out that way, but they end up that way by the end of the book. Confident women moving forward with the man they've fallen in love with. They don't compromise who they are to be with the hero. Nor does the hero want them to. I guess that's why I love romance. ๐Ÿ™‚

So, let's remember that even though real life isn't fiction, we can still be confident women who have every right to our own sense of self-worth that is NOT dependent upon a man. A man is your partner, not your reason for existing. No romance heroine would ever make that mistake, so why is it that romance novels get the reputation for being fluffy and trashy? Just another thing I don't get. ๐Ÿ™‚

What's the worst thing you've ever worn? I can't remember the worse thing I've ever worn, but when I was about nine, I got into my mother's makeup and proceeded to cake it on. Then I went outside to wait for my grandmother to pick me up for my trip to the skating rink. She took one look and went ballistic. Since she never, ever raised her voice or got upset, I guess I must have looked pretty awful. Needless to say, she made me wipe it all off. ๐Ÿ™‚