Friday, October 23, 2009

Outlander series...

Being of Scottish heritage, Jamie Fraser is irresistible to me. He's not just Scottish, he's a Highlander. Not just a Highlander, a gentleman. Not just a gentleman, an honorable gentleman. A hero. A hunk. And, Claire. She loves and uses herbs for heaven's sake; my kind of woman. So, along with thousands of others, I have been waiting...and waiting...and waiting for the 7th installment of Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series. It's like waiting for a man to propose - excruciating. I can understand the time it takes to let the characters reveal the plot to you; to think about them, dream about them, write it down and revise, revise, revise. After all, my Domus is in revision...again. But, that doesn't make it easy to wait. I have to admit that more than once I said, "What the heck is taking so long?" And, I wasn't too happy when Diana spent time on Lord John manuscripts when she could have, should have been with Jamie. But, who am I to question other folks methods or muses? Diana obviously has a winning formula for best sellers.

It's like waiting for a package to come for so long you swear it's lost in the mail then one day it just appears. "An Echo in the Bone". All 814 pages of it not including the author's notes. After all my complaining and criticizing about it taking so long between books (Ever waited for a package FOUR YEARS?), I don't have time to read it! Isn't that a kick in the seat of the pants. So, it sits on the shelf. Beckoning. Taunting. Yes, I could put it by the bedside because I always read before going to sleep. But, I know me. If I crack open that book, it's sayonara to my other projects. I will read the Echo straight through without so much as a guilty sigh. Feed the dog - maybe. Sift the cat litter - no. Answer the phone - never! So, Echo sits on the shelf and waits for me as I have waited all these years for it! I always read something from the Outlander series every January...I hope to high heaven Echo is finished before then.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Heat Wave

Holey Moley, I thought Daylight Savings Time confused me. Or time travel. But the new Richard Castle novel "Heat Wave" sent my thoughts in spirals. I adore the TV series; I think it's creative, witty and charming with believable interesting characters. And, kudos for depicting an intelligent talented teenage daughter who actually treats her parents and other adults with respect. My dilemma appeared when I tried to figure out who actually wrote "Heat Wave". My first thought was perhaps the TV series was based on a real author, wrong. Second I wondered if it was a pseudonym, wrong. Perhaps someone associated with the show: producer, director, etc? Wrong. Could Nathan Fillion actually have written it? Hey, stranger things have happened; Millie the White House Dog wrote a book. It may have been obvious to you from the beginning, but I searched around in google making myself dizzy before I concluded the author of the book "Heat Wave" must be the writers of the TV series Castle. I've yet to read it. I have to wait until my equilibrium returns.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

It's getting closer...

I thought for a while we lived in Oregon; our days were so gray and misty. It may dampen the spirits but it's good for the skin! While my hands are busy getting my house ready to go on the market my head is busy planning my writing frenzy for NaNoWriMo. I always spend a considerable amount of time deciding what I am going to work on. I need and want to finish "Domus" revision, but since NaNo's purpose is WORD COUNT, editorial pursuits don't really fit. So, I am going to pound away on the keyboard bulking up a piece I started last year "Hopscotch". Perhaps I can work on it every November until it's done! It's about a woman who looses house, hubby and health then discovers new life growing in the carnage of her past. We'll see how it goes.
If you haven't participated in NaNo...give it a try. It's liberating. www.nawrimo.org.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Cat wisdom



Ever wonder what a cat is thinking? I mean they look so wise. Professor April McGonagall is laying on my desk beside the laptop, eyes half-closed ( or is it half-open), purring softly. I'm sure she is playing out something intriguing across her feline minds-eye. She usually takes life in stride. I mean what does she have to stress over? Food and shelter are a given; she has her private "cat stair" to the basement and her own private green, growing stash of catnip. We got April as a tiny kitten when light was just beginning to penetrate through the slits in her eyes. She fell from the attic down two stories between the walls along with her brothers and sisters. The apartment maintenance men rescued them by cutting a hole in the wall; it was a wonderful diversion for the day but the manager wasn't happy with the extra expense in the budget. (Ahem...) April came home and my husband and I shared three hour feedings 24/7 for years. OK, it wasn't years, but those were some long nights. I say she fell from Heaven; my husband says they through her out. April is five and a half years old now and we are convinced she considers herself Queen of the Universe. I know she is endowed with superior cat wisdom; now if I can just get her to share.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Nanowrimo

Ahhh, autumn. Leaves dressed in rustic colors, tree sap sinking into slumber, root herbs waiting to be uncovered. Today the air is frigid, the wind is slicing, the tea is steeping and I look forward to staying in my pjs all day creating crises for Lichen, my protagonist. And, November is just around the corner. NANOWRIMO beckons! I always wrestle with what I am going to work on during those 30 days of frenetic typing. It's hard for me to stuff my inner editor into a canning jar screw on the lid and throw a dish towel over it. I tell myself to just let it flow; don't correct misspellings; don't agonize over the use of a semicolon; (I love semicolons); don't over think the villain impulses; JUST WRITE. So, come on Nanowrimo....I'm ready.