Archive for September, 2010

The wonderful people at Smith Magazine had a pregnancy contest early last year and my 100 word essay was one of three winners. My story is being printed on pickle labels as we speak. I’m setting up jar signings now at a local cooking store.

Who knew? And it’s a true story, too. About the birth of our first.


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Life Goes On

Been thinking a lot about 9/11 and the anniversary coming up. Blogging about it brings it all back to me again, not that I will ever forget. We watched the towers fall on TV as our son watched it from his dorm room at NYU. I lost a high school friend there that day.

And, life does go on, as it always does no matter what.

I’m babysitting my new granddaughter for the next three days. I’ve got muscles I never knew I had. I’ve bent down and up again more times in the last 24 hours than I have in the last year – and I’m a gardener, so you can imagine how many times that might be!

I watch her simple joy towards everything from a plastic spoon to a piece of tuft on the carpet. She likes to sleep on top of me for her late morning naps. She wakes up to put in her pacifier and then goes back to sleep. Wish that life were really that simple. But maybe that’s how I should be looking at things.

She loves strawberries, pears and cherry Jell-O. And Ritz crackers. That little face lights up when her mom comes home for lunch. It’s just wonderful, a joy every bit as marvelous as I imagined it would be, maybe even better.

I wonder what she will say some day when she finds out her grandma writes sexy novels about angels, fallen angels and vampires. Wonder what she will think when she finds out her gran finaled in another (yes, this makes two) erotica contest last week!  I guess by the time she knows, she will have figured me out, and maybe she will understand!

Won’t that be the day? Looking at the past makes me excited for the future, too. I wonder how many books I will write, how many fans I will garner. When will Nora blog on my blog? How will it feel when I walk into the bookstore, and see a pile of my books and an audience there waiting for me to sign them?

Until then, there’s a whole lot of writing going on. A whole lot of using up 3-hole punched paper and laser cartridges. A whole lot of contest results and critiques. Orange and pink editing pencils (my favorites). A whole lot of reading, chapter meetings and advice from author friends who have helped me so much.

And a whole lot of days when I am thrilled I chose to become a writer, fishing for stories, telling tales and bringing them to readers.

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Fall into Love

Here I am again writing to myself. Writing to Nora. See, I have this theory that some day she will hear me, she will write on this blog. I almost called it “The Field of Nora” but I’m sort of against idol worship. And she would understand.

Build it and they will come. I’m not going to even try to get people here. Right now it’s just me and the Cajun Chicken soup, the cool jazz and the iced cappuccino at Cafe Azul. I’ve worked hard all day for other writers, working on a joint blog, and I am experiencing things I haven’t since my own family made their noise in my big house: different personality types, egos. And then, by chance, I read a poem and blurb from another author – one of those things that just comes from the internet and from a couple of weeks ago, but just showed up today – and I sighed and remembered. I do this because I love the words. His poems and blurb reminded me how much I love the words.

When I first started on this journey in 2008, I started subscribing to Sirius Satellite Radio, listening to the SPA channel. I heard wonderful pieces there I’d never run across. And slowly, I began to order CDs of some of my favorites. Some of these were already 20 years old, but new to me. Some of these artists had broken up, done other groups, gone another direction. And sadly, some had already passed away. It was amazing to me how something that old could be so excitingly new to me. One of my favorites only made one album in 1989, and I can’t find him anywhere now. And if it wasn’t for Sirius, I wouldn’t have ever known about them. Their music deepens my words.

Other writers inspire me, but they don’t give me the love of writing. That I do all by myself. I’ve chosen my romance genre carefully: it’s what matters the most to me. How lucky I get to (legally) steep in the steam of love, the rush of the blood and the tickling of the soul.

Yes, if I build this platform, this castle in the clouds, they will come. All my heroes and heroines and the readers that love to bring them into their lives. They’ll all come, and, oh my! what a party we’ll have.

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