Author: Maya

I’ll be blogging periodically from the conference over at Writeminded, so if you’re interested, tune in there this week. Otherwise, I’ll see y’all next week :weee:

the web goddess and I have been playing around with the website and arranging and rearranging books etc. I think we have it done (at least until I get another bug up my ass) :lol2:

But check it out. The front page is gorgeous. Has FOR HER PLEASURE up in lights. I’ve gotten two really fantastic advance reviews for this book which is way cool. I have excerpts up now too! :banana:

I’m in the process of making my ARC list so when I get back from RT, I must mail and mail and mail somemore…sigh. I really do hate going to the post office.

I spent today shopping. I. Hate. Shopping. I started the shopping two weeks ago, but I could not find a pair of pants in a petite length. So I tried on two pair of pants in an average length and then had the store order the pants in petite. They arrive in the mail yesterday, I try them on, and they’re like 4 inches too long. :crying:

I take them back and so I start the search for pants I won’t trip over. They don’t make pants for people as short as I am. :help: In the past, I’ve actually bought capris pants and worn them as regular pants because they were long enough. But for some godawful reason, pants are now coming in these huge ass “flare” styles. :cursesign:

I recently went shopping for jeans. I wear jeans until they literally wear out. I needed new ones because I hadn’t bought a pair in something like 7 years. Good grief. Doesn’t ANYONE sell a “normal” pair of jeans? They had low rise, mid rise, flare bottom, stretch jeans basically ANYTHING but a damn pair of regular normal ass jeans. When I finally found ONE pair, they were called “rigid fit” :hysterical:

And shoes. God. For such a short person, I swear I have the biggest damn foot. My uncle used to tease me and say that if half my leg wasnt turned out into my foot that I’d be a lot taller. I’m not a shoe person. I have one to two pairs of shoes that I wear until they fall apart. So I needed shoes. Something a little less casual than I have now. Could. Not. Find. Anything. Anything! I found shoes I liked, mind you, but in each instance they didn’t have a size that fit me right. They were either too big or too small, and of course they wouldn’t have the size in that particular size that was either half size larger or half size smaller.

So I’ve decided to go barefoot to RT. All I have to do is wear those damn supposed petite pants that are mammoth on me and they’ll cover my feet anyway.

God help me….

:crying:

For the month of March I focused entirely on writing the book. I ignored everything else. And everything else piled into a mountain. So when I finished the book, me being incredibly stupid, thought hey, I deserve a few days off. I should totally take the week even.

Then I got a good look at the “to do” list :crying:

So that’s what I’ve been doing the entire week. Lots and lots of tedious, mind numbing little things that had to be done. Sad thing is after busting my ass, I’m still not done. But I did get about a dozen things marked off the list. I feel SO much lighter today. It’s a good thing, because I’m heading to Louisiana this weekend with lots and lots of work I’m making my family help me with. :help:

I just want to know whose idea it was to write a proposal while trying to get ready for the Romantic Times Convention. :cursesign:

I’m a chronic re-reader. I have shelves and shelves of books that I read over and over. In fact, when I feeling stressed or I come off a big writing jag, I find myself picking up an old comfort read instead of reading a new release. I do the same with my ebooks too. I’ll run through the harddrive and open up older favorites and either read the entire book again or read my favorite parts. It’s a huge pick me up.

I go on about never having a TBR pile because normally I devour a book as soon as I get them, but that’s not true right now. I actually have several books to read, but I’ve been too dead-headed to devote the mental energy to concentrate on something completely new. And I’ll admit. Part of me is chicken. I’m afraid of reading something I won’t like. LOL I’m such a moron. But reading is very much tied into my current mood. I have to feel upbeat and adventurous to dive into a “new” read. When I’m in a funk or just worn out and brain dead, there is nothing better than diving back into a book I KNOW I’ll love.

So, I have a pile of books I haven’t read but want to very much, and I have a pile of books I’ve read many many times and am enjoying reading again. :guitar:

Got copy edits for For Her Pleasure at the end of last week. Finished those and then line edited and revised Berkley Book number 2, and then I got edits for Undenied. I think I’m officially sick of editing!

Good news I’m completely finished with Berkley Book number 2. Sent it off to my agent last night. I only have one more read through of For Her Pleasure to do and then I’m fedexing those off to New York. And edits on Undenied mainly consist of repetitive words, commas and hyphen shit. So, tedious, but not too time consuming.

Next up: Writing the next proposal. I’ve been taking notes but I still have one character issue to figure out for the heroine and then I should be good to go. :sweating:

Not sure what other authors do to celebrate finishing a book. Charli’s got some cool rituals. Me? I promised myself a nap. Yes, I lead such an exciting existence. But yesterday I dropped the kids off at school and swore when I got back home that I was going to crawl into bed and sleep for at least an hour. Uhm well, I didn’t wake up for four hours. :oops: But man did that feel good.

When I got up, the Fedex man had dropped my copy edits on my doorstep. Good thing I got that nap in first lol.

I had also told myself that I’d take a few days off, but the nap did wonders for my attitude so I got a bunch of little projects done that I’d been putting off. Like writing a long ass email to my web goddess about updates to my website. Also got blurbs written for For Her Pleasure.

Hubby, who’s been out of town, got in late and then he commandeered my laptop to install the new version of Microsoft Office. If I hadn’t finished my book yet, I would have never let him touch my computer. But since I have a few days in which to meltdown and scream obscenities at the new Word I went ahead and let him. I. Hate. Change. I was so pissed when my computer “automatically” updated me to the new Internet Explorer because it took me a damn week to figure out how to use it. My universe tends to tilt when something looks different when I’m nice and comfy with the old way.

My horoscope for today. I blame Steph for the fact that I even read this. Uhm this is the first one I’ve ever read in my life. Color me NOT impressed.

“All aspects of communication are strained today as the Full Moon opposes the Sun in your 3rd House of Information. Your schedule may get so complex and unwieldy that you can no longer manage it. Unfortunately, there might not be an easy way out of this situation. Face your circumstances with practicality. If there isn’t enough time or resources, figure out how to do more with less.”

Gee, I couldn’t figure that one out on my own….

My solution? Uhm I’ve forbidden myself to go to bed tonight until the book is DONE. FINISHED. COMPLETED. Unfortunately, it SHOULD have been done like 47 pages ago. The bad news is I figure I have at least 15 more to go. I guess I’m just too damn long winded…. But hey, on the bright side, readers will get their money’s worth with this long ass book. :rockthefuckon:

Lordy but what a week. Uhm, I got like no writing done. And I got no sleep. I’m at that “stupid” stage when you go for so long without sleep that your brain just shuts down. :faint:

This project that my sister came over to help me with? KICKED. OUR. ASSES. Seriously. :kap: We’ve done so much folding and hole punching that my HANDS hurt. My palms ache. We’re talking non stop from the time we get up to 2am in the morning, eyes crossing, marathon.

I finally gave up on half of it and took it all the Office Depot and dumped it with a very nice lady who folded and assembled the papers into booklets. The bad news is, my sister left this morning and I still have to put all the folded, hole punched papers TOGETHER and bind them. All 750 of them. :cursesign:

The girl at Office Depot, however, is going to be my new best friend. We talked about printing and binding projects and she gave me a super price and was very willing to help in any way she could. So uhm, yeah, I have two bigger projects coming up and Im so not tackling it by myself like I did this one. Not to mention, I’m not sure my sister is going to speak to me for awhile after I worked her fingers to the bone.

BUT. The upside? The booklets really look gorgeous. They aren’t half assed. They’re pretty and shiny so all that detail to the little stuff paid off. Even I gave up a week’s worth of sleep to do it.