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I’ve not exactly been in a creative mood for the last week or so. Things have been nuts. Christmas, kids are at home, hubby’s been at home. :help: So I haven’t been getting much done, and I’ve been waiting for my characters to start talking to me again. They tend to shut up when they start getting drowned out by all the other voices around me.

Sigh…

And of course, they choose the time when I’ve gone to bed to start yammering. And not just one set. No, that I could handle. But I literally have characters from three diffferent stories all vying for my attention. They talk and talk and talk. Then they get louder and I get snippets from all sorts of different people.

Is it any wonder I’m up trying to sort through all the shit in my head? My head is a very, very scary place to be right now. Trust me. :beam:

I’m sooo excited because my first adventure historical, Her Majesty, My Love which is published under my other pen name, Sharon Long is now available through Samhain Publishing. I love, love, love this book, and I hope that readers enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

ok you probably don’t believe me. I’m not so sure I believe it either :lol2: BUT me, who never ever makes New Year’s Resolutions, am resolving to make better use of my time. I’ve curtailed a lot of my “distractions” and I’m buckling down to become better organized and become more efficient. God help me.

Christmas is over, and for the first time ever, I’m a little relieved. I stayed up late last night (only chance for peace and quiet with the kids home for their holiday break) and made a list of what I need to get done and on what timeline. It doesn’t leave much room for fucking off. I made some goals, and if I intend to realize them, it’s going to take some dicipline. 2006 was an amazing, terrific year. Twenty years from now, I know I’ll look back and remember this as one of the best years of my life. If I want 2007 to come close in that respect, I’m going to have to get off my ass and pour on the get r done.

Hopefully this time next year, I can look back with a sense of accomplishment and not dismay. :woot:

Understood is now available at My Bookstore and More :weee: Click over. You know you want it. :lol2:

Gwen tagged me to list my 5 favorite Christmas songs. LOL. Ok I’ll admit it, I’m a Christmas music nut. I drive my husband nuts because I usually start listening to it before Thanksgiving. But I AM picky. I’ll only listen to the classics (what I deem the classics lol) If it’s sung by an artist say in the last 20 years, it’s too modern for me. :lol2:

1. Christmas Eve as sung by Perry Como
2. The Most Wonderful Time of the Year as sung by Andy Williams
3. I’ll Be Home for Christmas (Perry Como and Andy Williams both sing this *g*)
4. Sleigh Ride as performed by Bert Kaempfert
5. The Christmas Song as sung by Andy Williams

I’ll tag Larissa, because I know she’s as big a Christmas nut as I am, plus it’ll annoy the hell out of Steph. :lol2:

Hubby and I were still itching to get out and about so we took off for the beach and spent the day playing. Ate a picnic on the beach and stayed out to watch the sun go down.

Going…

Going…

Gone

So we’ve been having really gorgeous weather here this week. I’ve said in the past that December has the best weather of the entire year for south Texas. Bright, blue, sunny skies. No clouds. 65-70 degrees. Slight breezes. And sunshine out the wazoo. So hubby and I were feeling restless and adventurous yesterday (read bored and in need of entertaining) so we went to lunch and then skipped out to do some gator spotting on some company land (read a waterway that is infested with gators)

They are out en masse sunning themselves, and who could blame them? It was such a perfect day. Here’s just a couple of pics from the many, many we saw while we were out “working.” *snicker* :lol2:

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And here’s a really big one!

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Fun huh? :banana:

I finished my proposal. Editor and agent loved it. woohoo! :elephant:

Finished my edits for Her Majesty, My Love. :elephant:

I love this story. I’m sure it’s one of those cases where an author falls in love with a story and loses all perspective, but me and this story have quite a history. It landed me my first agent. It almost sold me to an editor in NY. We talked revisions, did revisions, editor left business. :crying: I put it away, but the love was still there.

Earlier this year, I submitted it to my Samhain editor and she loved it and bought it. Fast forward to now. I haven’t read the book in quite a long time. I wouldn’t read it until I got edits because I wanted to go to it completely fresh. I was afraid the magic would be gone. I was afraid that I’d cringe when I read it again. That didn’t happen.

I love it as much now as I did when I first wrote it. It still gives me the warm fuzzies. I still love my heroine and hero. :hug:

I can’t wait for it to release. It has an awesome trailer that captures the feel of the story so well. It has a gorgeous cover which also encapsulate the novel so well. All that’s left is to get it into the readers’ hands. :whoo:

My oldest turns 12 today. Which means I only have one more year reprieve until he hits the teenage years. :faint:

He’s so funny though, and as of yet, hasn’t turned into a frothing at the mouth, head rotating, mouthy, obnoxious junior high kiddo. Can you tell Im not overly fond of the junior high years? So anyway, the other day, on the way home from picking the kids up from school, oldest child is telling me about his day and how some girl tried to get another girl in trouble by lying about something she did blah blah and he went on to say that he HATES the girl. (The one who tried to get the other one in trouble) So I say why? He gets this repulsed look on his face.

“She’s a girly girl.” (as if that explains the mysteries of the universe)

My six year old girl pipes up from the back seat.

“I HATE girly girls!” :purplelaugh::hysterical:

So I look in the rearview mirror and ask, “WHy do YOU hate girly girls?”

She scowls and says, “Because they won’t do really cool stuff like pick up bugs or frogs or lizards.”

I probably shouldn’t mention at this point that my middle child, my 8 year old son, wouldn’t touch a bug, lizard or frog to save his LIFE. :purplelaugh:

Over at Writeminded, we’re kicking off the 12 Days of Christmas with daily giveaways. Lots of books, gift certificates and yummy, fattening stuff.

Also, the free short story follow up to Colters’ Woman is now available for download on my website. It’s in PDF format. Just click over to download.