As is often the case, I’m a day late/dollar short with this…
But if you missed it, pop in and read Paperback Writer’s blog post, “Turnabout.”
It’s all about what if writers penned rejection letters, rather than editors? Can you imagine how they would read, and getting a personal rejection from Stephen King? Dr. Seuss? Edgar Allan Poe? Very interesting, fun, and some kick-ass letters, lol! :yesyesyes:
(and yeah, I had to add one, just because I’m warped…) :razz:
In other news…
At last.
After three months, four different dentist, about twelve x-rays, and a lot of swelling, pain, and inability to eat, a consensus among all these doctors was finally reached.
Two back teeth, two abcesses. Double extraction necessary.
Oh, joy. :nonono:
The oral surgeon was very nice, and ready to get down to business. “You seem nervous, Ms. Weaver. Would you like some laughing gas?”
“Is it gonna make me think there’s something funny about this?”
“No, but it will help you relax.”
They actually offer this gas in flavored scents. Scents! I chose bubble gum, and settled in with the little mask over my nose.
A few minutes passed. “Feeling it yet, Ms. Weaver? You should feel like you’ve just had a nice, relaxing cocktail.”
“Then your bartender’s watering down the drinks. Bring it.” 
They turned it up a notch. Waited. “Do you feel relaxed enough now, Ms. Weaver?”
“Naw…hit me again…sniff, sniff…yeaahhhhhhh……..” :smokin:
I never did laugh. But I didn’t mind so much when he proceeded to pull a chunky part of my skeletal system from my freaking infected gums. 
And I didn’t even complain when the dental assistant spent the next 15 minutes telling me all her problems…sigh… 
At last, I was ready to go. “We’re going to authorize you to be off work until Thursday, Ms. Weaver. Would that be okay with you?”
I’d been given a whiff of oxygen, so I still didn’t laugh.
But I had the biggest bloody-bubble-gum-gas snorting grin you’ve ever seen in your life when I left…
:mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen:
There is an EXCELLENT review of a promising new author’s work on the review site DearAuthor.Com.
If you’ve never visited this site…GO.
GO NOW. 
It’s a great site. The reviews are constructed as letters to the authors themselves. JANE and JAYNE do not pull their punches–but they’re fair and honest, never snarky just to attract readers as some review sites are.
Now, I’ve never been a “Keeper” in ANY way, lol. Even my brothers “accidentally” lost me on the way home from kindergarten one day—but that’s another story… :shock:
I can’t express enough gratitude to Jane for her generosity (and her honesty). :grin:
And big thanks to the Ladies for getting me there—you know who you are! :waving:
“You realize, of course, that you’re going to have to kill him.”
My heroines rarely visit me—at least, not the way my heroes do. These guys lounge around the house, tell me what kind of sex they want, insist on interviews—make themselves VERY real to me.
But my heroines are usually very low-key. Until now.
And one of my weaknesses has always been that I LOVE a really great bitch.
Reclining on my French-provincial loveseat with a cigarette in one hand and martini in the other, she was absolutely stunning in all black. The color suited her. She struck me as an icy merry widow.
“Don’t be silly, Leyla.” I attempted a light tone I didn’t feel. “I have no intention of killing him.”
“I’m telling you he has to die.”
“Leyla. I’m being patient with you because you’re only a few weeks old, and the story isn’t finished.” I watched as she crossed her legs, one high-heeled shoe dangling from the tip of her toe. My authoritative voice didn’t affect her one bit. “As I said—he’s the hero. It isn’t much of a romance if he dies.”
“Sounds like a personal problem to me.”
“Yeah, well, my problems are yours, dear,” I snapped. “In case you hadn’t noticed.”
“I’m telling you he has to die.” Fishing the olive out of her drink, she sucked the pimento from the center. “So either you kill him—or I will.”
Damn, I love a really great bitch. But I had to be firm about this, if only because her idea was actually starting to appeal to me…
(more…)
First of all, I’d like to point out that May 4th was the 36th anniversary of the Kent State shootings.
I wasn’t there, but I did attend the school. The ghosts remain.
Lest we forget… 
And for THIS day, I’d like to wish everyone a Happy Cinco de Mayo! :waving:
I’ve always heard that the trick to keeping the mind going is to keep learning. And I’ve learned a lot in the past couple of months.
On the verge of giving up the writing more than once, I’ve discovered that there are actually people out there who believe in me more than I believe in myself–some of them complete strangers.
This is both a good thing and a bad thing.
It’s sad when we can’t hold onto our own positive concepts of ourselves, when we let other people and discouragement and rejection deprive us of our own sense of self-worth or our belief in our own talents. Of course, it’s easy to SAY you won’t be affected, but quite another thing to stand true.
I’d like to take a moment to thank everyone—and you all know who you are, having been inundated with thank-yous—who has been kind and generous with their honesty, support, and appreciation for the writing.
You encourage me to keep swimming. :grin:
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God…
~~Marianne Williamson
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