Jordan Summers

Wow today I reached a personal best in my writing. I surpassed 4700 words. It may not sound like much, but I’ve been really happy with reaching 2-3k per day. I find now that I’ve written so much I have the sudden urge to go for 5K. It’s greed on my part, plain and simple. I know this, which is why I’m making myself shut down the computer. The manuscript I’m working on will be there for me to finish tomorrow.

Lately I’ve been giving a lot of thought to freedom of speech. What a lovely concept that is…but unfortunately not completely true. See freedom of speech exists only as long as the powers that be allow it. Make no mistake if a group wants to shut you up, if it’s large enough, powerful enough, it will.

Freedom of speech only exists as a concept. Like for example what I write here. It certainly is my expression of freedom of speech. But what happens when you’re part of something ‘group specific’. Does freedom of speech still apply?

The reason I bring this up is because I belong to a lot of online groups that all have their specific purpose or interest. Lately some of these groups have come under fire for trying to stay group specific, which I believe they have a right to do, since that was how they were set up.

What happens when some people try to change the purpose of the group? Is it simply a case of freedom of speech or does it cross the line? Should a group be able to determine what should and should not be allowed on a specific site, if the site was originally intended for specific discussions?

These are the questions I find myself asking today. I’m not sure I’ve come to any conclusion. My knee jerk reaction is to say if a group has been established to discuss beenie babies and some one comes in touting GI Joe, then that group has every right to say, “Hey go to the GI Joe group if you want to talk about that stuff. We only discuss beenie babies here.”

Man, I’ve had one of those weekends where you blink and it’s gone. I can’t believe how fast the days buzzed by. The weird thing is it was filled with things like running to various stores without really buying much, a couple of meals, and then hours in front of the computer. I’m pretty sure my dh was in the same room.


An hour that should have been spent watching Cops, okay I admit I’m a closet Cops junkie, was rudely cancelled by car races. So back into the computer room I went.


On the upside, my best friend’s son is turning one year old on Tuesday. And we’ve managed to exist one more day without a war, hopefully I’ll still be able to say the latter by next weekend.

I’ve just spent the last six or so hours poring over Egyptian history. I have to tell you it was fascinating. I never realized how much was going on. Although I was disappointed to hear that they were fighting with the Palestinians way back when.

I guess some things never change.

I think research is one of the many perks of being a writer. You get to work on cool stories and study things that may have been covered while you were in school, but not in near the detail. I’m actually starting to get excited about all this research. I had heard other writers state that the research was their favorite part of working on a new project. I really never believed it until now.

I can almost hear my teaching saying, “I told you so.”

Lately the strangest thing has been happening to me. The foods I once found comforting when I was feeling particularly emotionally vulnerable aren’t hitting the spot.

Now I don’t think this is a bad thing. In fact, it’s probably for the best. It just strikes me as strange.

When did this happen? Why did it happen? As far as I can tell there has been no change in the preparation process or my view of these particular dishes, yet they don’t hit the right spot. Is this some newfound maturity, that I didn’t have before or is it just that my body is trying to tell me something?

Like most change in my life, I’ll take it kicking and screaming before reaching a serene level of acceptance.

Today I’ve been reading the posts from several of the groups I belong to and there has been a tremendous discussion taking place about the difference between hot romance, romantica, and erotica. The gist of the discussion is how the lines have blurred.

I couldn’t agree more…BUT that’s a good thing. The more the lines blur the bigger our variety of reading material will get.

I’m all for more books.

I think the thing that will have to change will be the ratings systems. People will simply want to know what it is they’re buying. But just like opinions are like a**holes, everyone will have a different thought about how this should be done.

Long exhale here…back to the drawing board.

Today my dh and I did a search on the web for my name to see if my site came up. It did. But during our search we found another Jordan Summers, not that it’s a big surprise considering it’s not an unusual name. So we clicked on the link.

The funny thing is this other Jordan Summers has some very interesting pictures on her site. Let’s just say, they’re insightful. Who knew a penis would photograph so clearly…

At first I was a little freaked, then I kind of found the whole thing funny. I pictured the look on my poor reader’s faces when searching for my books, they find her site instead. Let’s just say I hope they’ve got a good sense of humor to go with their open minds.

Ugh! I have to vent. I just ordered a pizza via phone. Why is it that the person taking the order is always the one least capable of understanding what you’re saying? I actually had to remind this individual that what I was ordering was on their menu and that I wasn’t creating something new and exciting.

Now I’m not exactly sure when this change between competence and incompetence occurred, but it has got to stop.

I realize employers are desperate to fill positions, but is it asking too much to have the person manning the phones, be reasonably capable of doing the job? I don’t think so.

What is it about various myths that lure us? I’m thinking mainly here about vampires and werewolves, for some reason those two creatures, although it’s not limited to them, fascinate our psyches unlike any other. Is it the fact that one is immortal? Is it the super human strength/extra senses they possess? Is it man’s fear of the unknown?

I actually think it’s the element of danger and sexuality they exude. There’s something absolutely sinful and utterly delicious about a male or female that is so in control, who doesn’t have frailty, and acts instinctually. I think they call to our animalistic side.

I’m currently working on a couple of men who fall under this category. One is a delicious Regency rake, who also happens to be a 700 year old vampire. The other is a sinfully seductive werewolf with a lovely Scottish brogue.

I’ve got one word to describe these men…YUM!

Man, I started out with the best intentions today. I had planned on getting a ton of writing done, exercising, and a little housekeeping. Of course what ended up happening was I talked with a couple of friends, downloaded a bunch of info for the story I’m currently writing, and fiddle farted around until the day was gone. UGH!

My only saving grace was that I actually did squeeze in some exercise, which if you knew me you’d realize what a miracle that was indeed.

On a brighter note, I did pick up a pretty fun, although not necessarily happy ending sort of book. It’s called “It’s My F***ing Birthday” by Merrill Markoe. The first couple pages alone are worth the price of the book.