I had so much to say a few days ago, but then I stopped screaming about the themes in The Help and I forgot the other topic I wanted to blog about so I’ll just throw out some updates and random thoughts as I often like to do.
Better Off Red is in its final stages of production. It’ll be off to the printers soon. I’m pumped. A handful of people have been nice enough to tell me they have already pre-ordered a copy and that makes me happy to the tenth degree. I’ll have romance trading cards featuring the cover art and some deets on Ginger available soon.
The Fling will be out April 16, 2012, a perfect tax time gift for friends and family.
I’m in stage 2 of , lets say, 20 in writing Blacker Than Blue: Vampire Sorority Sisters Book 2. That should be released Fall 2012 granted I get to step 20.
I think Jay-Z and Kanye’s new song OTIS sucks.
Febreze stopped making my favorite scent: apple spice & delight. I had to settle for pumpkin harvest & fall
Rise of the Planet of the Apes was pretty good.
I’m still shocked that DJ forgot Kimmie Gibbler’s 16th birthday.
I dyed my bangs blue which required me to bleach them blond first. The blue washed out this week when I relaxed my so in the end, my hair is now blond. Dreams do come true.
My cats love knocking shit off the table and one of them thought this was a great idea.
Until next time.
SO. I started this blog a year ago, Wednesday and I figured I should do a little recap. I tend to procrastinate that’s why here I am, on Friday, with said recap. I’ve learned a several things over the last 367 days and I’d like to share some of them here.
I finished The Fling last night and sent it off to my editor.
And then I figured out had to post gifs on blogger.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA!
We have kittens. They act more like dogs than cats and they like watching me while I use the restroom. It’s gross.
Blogger refuses to post these photos upright.
I’m struggling not to dye my hair blond again. That’s right. I said AGAIN.
I have a lot of writing to do: completing a manuscript, completing a short story and editing a different manuscript.
This blog is keeping me sane as I plug through this writing: TerribleMinds
I need to get the hell off twitter until I’m done with that writing.
Happy Friday Everyone! Saturday for my friends in Australia.
So, I eat my feelings. I feel like by admitting that I’m one step away from the biggest loser or a 1800 Get Thin Commercial, but I’m not. But I will tell you want I am. I am technically obese. It’s a dirty word, but going by scales and charts, that’s what I am. I’m what I like to call a Functioning Fatty, which I think a lot of people are. My weight has only made me more social, but my social skills don’t stop me from breathing heavy as I walk up stairs or sweating whenever I hear the word hot.
It’s Tuesday, which is the perfect day to write this. Sunday I go to weight watchers. Monday I work out and eat healthy. Tuesday I fall off the wagon. I blame this on my short term memory loss, but the truth is, I eat my feelings. All the emotions you have to dig up to create a story worth telling make me impossible to live with. I have no idea how most writers don’t suffer from severe depression. I do and that’s coupled with the ADHD I think I’ve mentioned a few times here and there. And with that comes the need to eat my way through ups and downs. Again I share this because my life affects my writing life. I’ll tell you how.
While waiting to hear back on the submission of Better Off Red, I gained 30 lbs. It was a relatively short period of time. I have been a varying weight on the curvy to heavy meter since I was 6, but this was first time in my life I noticed the weight gain. My dude noticed too. Don’t worry he was nice about it, but when I screamed “30 fucking pounds” he didn’t do that annoying “What are you talking about?” thing which I appreciated. This big girl hates sugar coating (get it). I have been this heavy before. When I first moved to LA and discovered the magic that is Craft Service, I climbed to my all time max weight. I am 2 pounds away from that now.
I see a lot of girls and women my size, every day and many of them are very beautiful. I do not see this when I see myself at a distance. Up close in that avatar sized box that is my face, I know I’m not unfortunate. I’m not Paula Patton (Paula Patton is fine), but I know I’m not a troll. I hate my body. My dude loves it, but knowing that I hate it he does almost as well as my father does at never mentioning my weight ever. I see bulges and rolls and I hate them.
The vanity is one issue, but here’s the other. I have gained 5 pounds since I started writing The Fling, which is HILARIOUS because the love interest is a trainer. I have to write more books and I have to spend MANY more hours sitting on my ass. If I gain 30lbs per book which is very very possible, I will be in big trouble in short order. For in the first time in my life I have to lose weight so I don’t eat myself into a heart attack. This is sobering, but then there’s that short term memory loss and that hilarious depression…
So it’s Tuesday. I read a book that ripped my heart out last night and had me up to 3 this morning. I have to write today and of course I don’t want to work out. Plus Dude is working from home and Chinese food is like a chaser to burgers for him. Luckily I’m meeting with my bestie’s trainer today ask her some questions for The Fling. Hopefully that will keep me on the wagon for a few more hours. We’ll see.
New Book. New Router. A new reason to gain another 30 pounds.
So my publisher tells me (im making the wording up) “Yes, write this new book, young one. Tell your light-hearted romantic comedy tale. Meet your deadline and if it doesn’t BLOW, we’ll put it out in a timely fashion.” And them the universe blesses me with sciatica.* Now I have a decent tolerance for pain, but suffering from “Sciatica (or sciatic neuritis), a set of symptoms including pain that may be caused by general compression and/or irritation of one of five spinal nerve roots that give rise to each sciatic nerve, or by compression or irritation of the left or right or both sciatic nerves, is one of the most awful things I’ve experienced in my entire life.
I f-ed my back last year, had the same problem, but it when away. AND THEN IT CAME BACK. I was out of work for a week, on my back most of that time. Some of the time, on my back crying, literally. I had to crawl to the bathroom. Sitting up felt like my bones were literally grinding together. My poor boyfriend had to put on my socks for me for our trip to the doctor.
The up-shot: I caught up on so much cable ondemand.
The bull@#$ other side: crippling pain doesn’t really make for a happy writer. I was blocked like crazy.
Thankfully the blockage is gone and so is the majority of the pain. It still hurts like crazy to sit in certain chairs for long periods of time, but I’ve written a good chunk this week. A chunk I’m pretty happy with.
In other news, I’ve started a tumblr account to share x-rated visual aids to my stories. http://rebekahloves.tumblr.com/ PLEASE click with caution. I mean it when I say x-rated. I write erotica after all. There’s also funny stuff and really cute pictures of puppies and kittens and Wonder Woman.
A search for a new router derailed my writing plans for tonight, but I’m back on the nets now with access to my completely writing life. Happy as an almost-walking normal clam.
*i dont know what adam is and my butt doesn’t look like that.
I’m awful at updating this blog, but here I am with news and pictures and news and videos.
A few weeks ago at the 5th Annual Lesbian Book Festival, I had my first reading, which may have been one of the scariest things I’ve ever experienced that didn’t require a trip to the ER. There are no videos of the reading, but here is an interview I did with fellow BSB author Carsen Taite. This was a good thirty minutes before my reading. Needless to say, I was nervous as hell.
Fellow BSB author Kim Baldwin was also nice enough to put together a slide show of our weekend. It was pretty awesome.
I’m starting a new book, working title, The Fling
I’m really looking forward to writing it. It should be very sexy and fun. And I should get started now. Until next time, which I hope isn’t a month from now.
I think having a facebook author page is taking away my drive to blog. That and I did’t have too much to say.
BUT!! Now I have plenty.
I have cover art that I LOVE.
I haven’t updated in a while because I’ve been busy blowing time/self-promoting/ forging lifelong friendships on facebook and twitter, but I’m back and in a SUPER MOOD! I’ve also gotten some great research field trips in for this series and the Were-boys I want to write at some point.
Over the past few days, I’ve come to the upside of revisions. Usually I write something and once it’s done I never want to look at it again, but I don’t think anyone involved in getting this book out to the public wants it out exactly the way it is now, with typos and such.
I was dreading having to rework a few scenes when a flash of positive energy smacked me up side the head. This is my chance to do completely right by any future readers, to look very closely a the tiny things I may have missed and fixed them. Also its a great chance to extend a few sex scenes
In other news I all I want for my birthday is a kitten. I wont get one. So sad.