Thursday, November 20, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
It's an historical night, an historic election, no matter what the outcome.
And what better way to watch than by watching comedy? :-)
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Meet Bonnie and 18 other romance authors and stock up on wonderful holiday reading. Barnes & Noble will donate 20% of proceeds from book sales to Central Florida's non-profit Adult Literacy League. Be sure to shop early, because the first 75 book buyers will receive a FABULOUS goody bag stuffed with free books (most of them autographed), bookmarks, postcards, pens, chocolate, and other promotional goodies.
Labels: Romancing the holidays
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
This is the cover to my November Nocturne, ENEMY LOVER. Yum!!!
I finished The Lady and the Libertine and it's on it's way to NY and my editor, who will be at RWA this week.
I won't be there in SF. Boo hoo.
I am a little bummed because this is the first conference I've missed in two years. But on the bright side, I accepted an offer last week for TWO more Nocturne books and a BITE.
So it's writing writing for me. Maybe a conference next year.
I will miss RWA... some of the workshops are so wonderful and the PAN lounge is a great place to hang out. I also enjoy seeing the first sale pink ribbons... I get a big kick out of those.
On the bright side, I just booked a week's stay at a quiet B&B in Tenn. so I can be alone on a writing retreat and write Rafe's story, whom you'll meet in Enemy Lover.
And DH and I, if all goes well, will be vacationing in Colorado in three weeks. This year, I needed a vacation with him more than a conference.
Now it's back to work. I'm writing a new proposal and promised myself I'd have it done this week so I can start on the new book. No rest for this writer.
Labels: Enemy Lover
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
A day in the life...
And then last night, I stayed up until midnight, editing some more. As I'm doing this, the scene flashes through my mind from SHE DEVIL, where Meryl Streep as Mary Fisher the famous romance author is writing on her hot pink laptop, musing over "love buttons" outside her multi-million dollar oceanside home.
Ah, the glam life of an author. I'm an author. And this was my day today.
5 a.m.: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...RINGGGGGGGGGGG!! wha??? Oh. DH is up for the day.
5:30 a.m. Drag my butt out of bed and turn on the computer.
6 a.m.: Kiss DH good-bye. He turns off the light in the computer room, a natural reflex from turning off the lights when he leaves. I grumble.
7:30 a.m. Finally decide BROKEN SOULS is done, as much as it can be. Feel better about turning it in. Fire off email to my Nocturne editor, attach file. Feel sense of accomplishment. I am DONE, I think. For now.
7:40 a.m. Realize I'm running late, have to drop dog off at the vet.
8:15 a.m. Take Tiger with me in car to Dunkin Donuts. Clerk peers at Tiger as if the dog will drink the coffee. Drop off dog, rush to work.
8:35 a.m. Arrive at the day job. Drink coffee, check email.
8:50 a.m. Director wants to get together for a "short meeting." I glance at watch; have another meeting in an hour. Forget to bring coffee to "short" meeting.
10:10 a.m. Short meeting is over, now I have a project to write that is due, like, now. I catch the person I'm supposed to meet with at 10:15, postpone that meeting for another 20 minutes. Go back to desk, gulp down cold coffee.
11:10 a.m. Meeting over, another project to write.
11:15 a.m. Drink more cold coffee, start work on project due, like, now.
11:30 a.m. Vet calls, Tiger is ok, just severe dry eye. Need meds, treat 2x a day. Pick him up after 3 but before 5.
Noon: Lunch hour. Drive home to let out Dolce, the other dog, the Shih Tzu we adopted three months ago. Walk in house, greeted by lovely odor of... Walk into living room. Dolce greets me by wagging his tail furiously, toy in mouth. He's deposited several "gifts" in the living room.
12:15 p.m. Clean up gifts, clean rug.
12:25 p.m. Nuke lunch, turn on computer to check email. Email from my Dorchester editor. He asks if I have a name for the new historical, a synopsis and can he have them ASAP and that book is scheduled for May 2009.
12:26 p.m. Realize I have an August 1 deadline and only 50,000 words and a day job. No book title, no synopsis.
12:27 p.m. Email back my editor with synopsis: "Boy meets girl, has sex, feels guilty, marries girl, girl divorces boy and runs away to Las Vegas to work as nude Elvis impersonator. Boy is heartbroken and shoots self. Title: The Naked and the Dead." I then add, "JK."
12:28 p.m. Editor emails back, "Sounds good to me." He adds, "JK."
12:34 p.m. Realize my lunch is still sitting in the microwave.
12:40 p.m. Gulp down lunch while Dolce gives me pleading look and tries to look as adorable as possible to beg a bite or two. I resist, grab Diet Coke and give him dog biscuit.
1 p.m. Back at work. Finish work project due, like, now, and turn it in.
2:10 p.m. Tackle next work project, newsletter article, Begin searching web for fascinating and disgusting facts about chagas disease.
2:20 p.m. Find interesting article, Print it out and gleefully read aloud to co-workers. "The disease is caused by blood-sucking insects who bite the victim and then defecate on the person's face, depositing the parasites that carry the disease. Death is possible if not treated."
2:30 p.m. Watch co-workers's faces turn green. Chortle.
4 p.m. Realize I have to pick up Tiger at the vet. Blood-sucking insect article will have to wait until tomorrow.
4:25 p.m. Pay bill at vet's and Tiger watches my face turn green as I sign charge slip.
4:45 p.m. Home, Dolce greets us at the door with a toy. Realize the dog needs to be walked before he deposits more "gifts." Looks like rain. Swap leashes on dogs. Walk dog to the accompaniment of thunder and distant lightning.
5 p.m. Take Dolce home. Tiger greets us at the door, looking scared. He hates thunder. Dolce decides since Tiger is scared, he is scared as well. Give both dogs biscuits to calm down.
5:05 .m. Put dinner on. Pork chops. Tiger and Dolce decide they are not scared and nose around my ankles as they realize DINNER is on.
5:15 p.m. Turn on TV for moment to see radar, see that CHRISTINE is on TV. Oh boy! Settle back to watch, just for a minute. Figure this is my reward for getting up at 5:30 a.m. for final editing on Nocturne Bite.
5:20 p.m. Dh arrives home; had to visit a friend's house. "It's pouring." He switches TV channel to see radar to confirm this. Sigh.
And for tonight... after dinner, it will be reading over what I've written for THE NAKED AND THE DEAD, aka, unnamed Egyptian historical #7. Coming up with a title and a synopsis.
Hopefully, by 11 p.m. bedtime. Start process all over again tomorrow.