Looking Out From Between My Fingers

I willingly trust myself to chance. I let my thoughts wander, I digress, not only sitting at my work, but all day long, all night even. It often happens that a sentence suddenly runs through my head before I go to bed, or when I am unable to sleep, and I get up again and write it down. ~ Simone de Beauvoir

The weather cleared up for a couple of hours yesterday -- just enough to lull me into a false sense of anticipation and excitement. SUN! SUN! WOOT!...

And then, at about two o'clock, DD calls down from the schoolroom: "Are we still going to agility?"

I look up from my computer. "Yeah? Why?" ... and I then realize it's gotten really dark. And I peek outside from between my fingers, the horror before worse than any slasher flick made.

Snow.

I almost cried.

Thankfully, by the time agility was over, it was clear out. The stars were shining, the tiny sliver moon glowed and made the snow look almost pretty.

Today, it's *supposed* to be clear and sunny. :::fingers crossed:::

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I've been thinking big lately, considering what kind of novel I could write to submit to one of the print pubs like Dorchester, who publishes, in their contemporary line, the following:

CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE: Fun and whimsical, these books should showcase your sense of humor and focus on a modern couple in a zany situation.

Some examples of their books that I've read and completely enjoyed are:




So... I've been doing a lot of "what-if-ing". For MY stuff, it's typically, "What is the funniest/silliest/goofiest or most unexpected thing that could happen now?"

And I allow myself to think completely outside the box. Maybe it's nothing that folks imagine would happen IRL, but that's okay.

It's been a hoot, and I have a great idea for the novel I want to write. Even better, I think I can tie it in as a prequel of sorts to my Camilla story, and possibly even another completed novel I have ... making it the beginning of a series.

I'm still editing Stiller Creek with an eye toward Harlequin, AND I'm brainstorming a short story for Samhain and one for WRP. And, yes, I'm actually making time to write.

So, I'm excited.

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FYI, I was asked how I felt in comments yesterday. I'm much improved, though I'm hitting the "everything loosen up" phase, so there is much coughing and running for the tissue box. Even so, I'm so close to well I might as well be.

And, even better: no one else in the house got sick! YAY!

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You Are a Burger

You are a down to earth person and a straight shooter. You don't fall for fads or trends. You are stable and a bit old fashioned. Tradition and loyalty are important to you. You are a good friend and you like to have a good time. You find it easy to kick back. You're not one to make waves in life. You're happy just to be a part of the fun.

What Kind of Fast Food Are You?

Yep... mostly right...

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