Do you remember that first special guy or gal you met when you were around fourteen/fifteen years old? Your heart raced if you were in the same room, slash that, the same stadium they were in. Your palms would sweat, you couldn’t seem to catch your breath. The mere act of talking was the biggest challenge, because your brain had turned into a substance that resembled the stringy gum they used to sell in drugstores. You know the kind you could pull and twist into different shapes while you consumed it.
Well I had one of those guys. When I was fourteen he lit my world on fire with just a look. He moved away when I was fifteen and we lost touch. I found out today he was killed this past Monday. He was 39 years old. And the really weird thing about it is I keep picturing him as he was the last time I saw him. A tall, strapping seventeen year old with sandy blond hair, sun tanned skin and full lips that always held an easy smile. Silly, eh?
Goodbye K. I’ll miss you.
Archive for October, 2003
I’ve been thinking lately about the Art of War. I used to think it was a bit of an outdated book, but the longer I’m in the publishing industry the more relevant I think it becomes. Now I’m not saying you should consider yourself at war with the publishing industry if you’re a writer. It’s more of a philosophical approach to life, other authors, and the business of publishing.
Have you ever had one of those weekends where you feel as if you’ve been on a roller coaster ride?
Well I just experienced one. It has been filled with highs like going to Laurie Campbell’s (she’s an amazing romance author, if you haven’t read any of her books I highly recommend you check her out.) fabulous booksigning, to having a tire shred while driving back across town. We’d find a great piece of furniture for future purchase, and then have a man yell at us because it took two minutes for us to let people get in their car and pull out, so we could park. We went to see Scary Movie 3, only to have people sit behind us and talk throughout the entire film. Grr!
By Sunday morning I was convinced the planets were out of alignment. LOL! Suffice to say, I’m glad the weekend is over.
Well AQ3 is finally out. For those of you who have waited patiently to find out what happens to Professor Rumsinger, this is your book. I won’t ruin the surprise, let’s just say he gets what’s coming to him. 
I can’t wait to hear what you all have to say about the storyline decisions I chose to make.
I won the Lori Foster/Kensington Brava reader’s choice contest. I’m stunned and deeply honored. The competition was fierce. Thank you Lori Foster for putting on such a wonderful contest and being a personal inspiration to me. Wow! Stick a fork in me, I’m done.
Today little Ava turns one. She lives a world away in Scotland, but we’re there with her in spirit. I know everyone says their nieces and nephews are cute, but in this case it’s the truth. She’s adorable. Happy Birthday, Ava!
On another note, it’s a beautiful Sunday morning here. Not sure what to do with myself today, but it seems like a waste to sit in the house. Lately all the movies I’ve gone to see have been…well mediocre at best. Dh and I are getting a little tired of wasting money on such crap. Matrix and Return of the King are coming soon. Hopefully they’ll be able to make up for a few bad months. Until next time…
I added the dude, because it seemed like the right thing to do. Anytime I hear someone say they’re burned out, I, for some reason, picture a stoner sitting on a couch with an empty pizza box open in front of him. And yes, it’s always a him I picture. He has his arms spread wide over the back of the couch, his head tilted slightly to the left, with his glazed eyes cocked at half-mast. Oh yeah, and let’s not forget the stupid grin and the slight nod.
Ridiculous I know, but what can I say. This is the inner workings of my mind. LOL!
Well everyone is readying to leave tomorrow for the Romantic Times Convention. I imagine the lists will be extremely quiet for the rest of the week. If you’ve never been to one of these events, it’s definitely something to do at least once in your life. This group throws some terrific parties and puts on wonderful talks. Fun is had by all.
Wow! The Lori Foster contest has turned into a EC reunion of sorts. There are five authors listed as finalists, which is amazing and flattering. I think it says a lot for Ellora’s Cave.
I’m hip deep in edits on my entry and hoping to get the first round finished so that I can leave it sit for a while. I don’t know if Kate Duffy will want to see the whole manuscript, but I’m going to be ready either way.
I was reading CNN today and saw an article where Bruce Springsteen was refused a police escort because he performed a song called, “American Skin (41 Shots).” The song was inspired by a true story where a West African immigrant named Amadou Diallo was shot by four NY officers.
My question is when did telling the truth become something you should be punished for? Whatever happened to freedom of speech? Is it only appropriate if the majority agrees with what you are saying?
I support my local police. I think they do a very difficult job for very little money. I just think it’s a sad day when a songwriter can’t write about events happening in the world without having to worry about being punished.
