The fam is headed over to Birdrunner‘s for a little New Year’s gathering tonight. (If I can pull them away from Guitar Hero. They finally kicked me off)
Any bets on whether I’ll make it to midnight or not?
Hey Lee, I’ll have a drink in your honor. We’ll miss you. 🙂
Tonight was girls’ night out with my college roommates and my BFF from high school. Yes, that’s right, I said high school.
We were celebrating Jenn’s 40th birthday. This is just after we celebrated PamPam’s 40th. God, my 40th is creeping closer, but thank God we have to go through Nick’s and then Fishdog’s before we get to mine. I’ve got 1 year and 4 months to go and I’m savoring every second.
Now I’m wound up. I’m a little sleepy, but not tired enough to go to bed. So I’m looking for someone to play with. Nobody is online, nobody is awake. It’s just me and my computer.
and my cell phone.
I could text Feisty. She might be awake. Of course, she’s probably doing something naughty. She’s always up to something naughty…
Today was another good writing day. Good as in I wrote quite a few pages…I’m not sure that the pages are high quality. We’ll soon see, I suppose.
Wow. My son is totally talking in his sleep. I can hear him all the way through the house. Awesome. Fishdog does that too, especially when he’s really tired. Or really stressed. Or feeling guilty…
I could keep typing here, but I really have nothing to say. It’s not a drunk blog, because I’ve only had a couple of beers and that was a long ass time ago. (really good beers, though.) Besides, if this was a drunk blog, it would be funnier. It’s really not very funny. I might even delete it.
If I had another couple of beers, I might tell y’all about the sex talks we had tonight. We even discussed my love of Gay Porn and who we’d switch teams for. But I’m outta beer so you’re outta luck.
peace y’all.
CHILDREN’S: YOUNG ADULT
Marley Gibson’s GHOST HUNTRESS series, featuring a transplanted Chicago teen who begins to experience a psychic awakening, then forms a ragtag ghost hunting team to research and battle the belligerent ghosts in her historic Southern town, to Julia Richardson at Houghton Mifflin, in a very nice deal, in a three-book deal, by Deidre Knight of The Knight Agency (NA).
This is my very good friend, and the only thing that would make me happier about this would be if this announcement came with a side of Fabio Cannavaro.
And I read her proposal, so I know it rocks like Alice Cooper!
I am soooo happy for you, Marley. Congratulations, my friend!
I won’t be around much this week. I dunno. I could be lying (it’s been known to happen before). I might be around a lot this week. But plans are, I’ll be up to my hooha in writing and won’t have time to post my drivel. We’ll see.
I’m in Oxford this week…with NO CAR. Yes, that’s right. I’m rideless. Which is perfect, because I need to hunker d0wn and write. However, if I run out of booze groceries, I’ll be calling some of my friends for help. Just letting y’all know in advance.
My plans are to finish 1st draft of Bite Me! by next Friday, get it to CPs for them to tell me it’s total shit and needs to be completely overhauled. Then I’ll completely overhaul it and send it to fab editor for her to tell me it’s total shit and needs to completely overhauled. Rinse. Repeat. Sound like a plan?
So, until we meet again.
We’re headed to Hardin Farms in Grady, AR today to pick punkin, ride hay, tour haunted houses, get lost in the hay-maze, shop at the mercantile, and eat some down home country cookin’ from the Farm’s Restaurant.
Will post pics when I get back.
On the writing front, I got a lot accomplished yesterday on Bite Me! plus I heard back from Deidre, the wonder agent, and she loved my most recent proposal. Which is a good thing, because I love it, too. As in, I think I would’ve died a little if she hadn’t responded with pure excitement…because this story is just so fun. Anyway, I’m tweaking it this weekend in hopes that it will soon hit the desks of editors who love it enough to pay me lots and lots of dough for it.
Last night, we had a girl’s night out with my best friend from high school and three of my friends from college, because PamPam is the first in our group to turn 40. Yes, I know I’ll be there soon enough, but I am not next, therefore, I am very happy. Not that I dread turning 40, because I don’t. I just think being skinny and rich will ease the pain a little more, so I’m working very hard to make that happen…LOL We had a good time reminiscing about our old party days. (them, not me. I was an angel) I haven’t laughed that hard in forever. My God I had forgotten a lot. (on purpose? probably) All I know is, I am certainly glad there were no digital cameras around back in the late 80s early 90s.
So what are your plans this weekend? Punkin patches? Boozing it up? Anyone letting their naughty river flow?
In honor of PamPam’s birthday and for her brand new baby, I offer you this video. (Am I the only one in the world who misses Axl Rose?)
Nothing has changed from yesterday. I didn’t get my pages written because we spent 4 hours house-hunting with a fabulous Realtor. We liked her tremendously and she showed us some great properties. And some not so great ones… Now, to sell our house so that we can purchase one of those (great) properties…
I’m having lunch with a friend of mine from High School. Here’s a piccie of us from our reunion.
Funny thing about Annetta, in 9th grade, we didn’t like each other because of a boy. What is with girls and their catfights over boys? Sometimes I wish we could have a little foresight in high school…it would save us sooooo much turmoil.
His name was Denton McDonald and he was my first real boyfriend in high school. Well, he was really my first real boyfriend ever. I’d had crushes before and I’d been kissed before, but I hadn’t really had a “serious” (like lasting more than a few weeks) boyfriend until my freshmen year. And Denton was it.
He was a bit of a country bad boy. He was the kinda lanky but muscular and at the time I thought he was hot. I mean HAWT.
He gave me my first hickey. Which is totally gross now, but looking back, I guess it was the best kind of branding. It said “She’s with me.” And I’ve always liked that alpha dog thing. Of course being with an Alpha male is hot, for about 10 seconds. Then it gets old. Fast.
Anyway, I got grounded for something (probably my smart mouth, go figure) and Denton couldn’t wait around for me, so he decided to go after Annetta. And of course, in typical teenage fashion, I blamed her. Hah. Girls are so stupid.
It all worked out in the end though. Denton and I remained friends after that year. (Hell, we had no choice, he always sat directly in front of me in class. McDonald/McKenzie) and Annetta and I moved on. (I have never figured out why some girls never move on. It’s HIGH SCHOOL for Chrissake! Move the fuck on!)
Heh, you know. I haven’t talked to Denton in years. Maybe he’ll google himself and find my blog and contact me. That would be a hoot.
I’m outty. Gotta hit the pavement for my 2 miles today before lunch.
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Yesterday afternoon, Fishdog and I had drinks with some good friends. You know how hard it is to find a couple you and your spouse love equally? Well, Chris and DeeDee are our perfect match.
Unfortunately, there is a problem with our friendship.
We get stupid together. Totally, unbelievably, ridiculously stupid.
Stoooooopid.
Yesterday’s stupidity began with one of Chris’s favorite questions: “Which character am I gonna be in your book?”
I explain that I’m not sure but maybe I’ll make him a bad sheriff. Or the hot teacher.
Both options meet his approval. Then he asks, “Who’s gonna play me in the movie.”
That’s easy enough. “Timothy Dalton. You guys could be twins.” (it’s true. They look remarkably alike–of course, Chris is 20 years younger, so Timothy will have to have a good make-up artist, but it could work…)
Again, this meets Chris’s approval.
Then he asks me, “Are you gonna have a fart joke in your book? Cuz you know, flatulence can make or break a story.” (what is it with boys and fart jokes?)
So, at the same time that Chris is talking about farts, Fishdog is still casting the movie. When Chris says something about farting, Fishdog says Tim Daly should be cast as Chris’s character. I say something about “loving me some Tim Daly” and what does DeeDee hear?
“I love me some Tyne Daly farts.”
OMG. Stooooopid.
But it gets worse. We couldn’t let it go. Suddenly, we’ve cast Tyne Daly as Chris’s character and Chris says he doesn’t mind if Tyne plays his character in the movie as long as she farts. So for the rest of the afternoon, if Tyne Daly was mentioned, you had to make a fart noise. And now I’ve been commanded to write in a character that can be played by Tyne Daly and that character must have a flatulence problem. I don’t know how well a Farting Vampire will go over with YA girls, but I’m guessing I may be able to appeal to the teenage boy demographic if I write that character.
We were all crying from laughing so hard. I don’t know which is worse, the fact that we were sober when we created the Tyne Daly Fart Game or the fact that I’m really considering writing that character into the book.
This author has no knowledge of Tyne Daly’s actual flatulence issues or lack thereof. No offense to Tyne Daly intended…
After 12 hours and one book on CD…I made it home. Funny how the trip down didn’t take near the amount of time the trip home took. I guess driving while juiced up on adrenaline makes a difference.
Last week was an unbelievable blast. Debauchery and gluttony ruled the roost and a blood oath was taken by each of the very willing participants that details of the trip would never be given to any outsiders.
It’s a shame I can’t speak of such things. Truly. I have great pictures memories.
Today is my official first day as a fulltime writer. Of course, I had to fix Mom’s computer and I have to buy groceries, but my goal is 3 hours of writing today. I wrote some last week…not nearly as much as I should have though. I did discover that it is difficult to type while holding a beverage in each hand.
I went back to the gym today. My week of sin carried over to my eliptical time. I could only do 20 minutes today and it felt like I was slogging through wet sand. I’ll work my way back up to the half hour. Maybe tomorrow.
I love road trips. I especially love some of the odd things one sees while cruising along across multiple states.
Especially in the south.
For instance, today I saw a Sonic advertising: It’s back, the Southwest Supersonic buger . Now, I’ve never had a SW styled buger and I certainly haven’t had a SW styled supersonic buger. but that sounds like a big ass spicy booger buger. I wonder if it burns when they pick it…
and just down the street I found a sign for Jehovah Java: Gourmet Coffee
. So, you get a dose of God with your morning shot of caffeine?
I saw a restaurant who advertised “Travelers Welcome”. Of course, this made me wonder, are there restaurants where travelers aren’t welcome? Do you have to sign in as a traveler or a local? Do travelers eat from the special menu?
I can’t tell you how many JESUS signs I saw. And I don’t mean churches. I mean billboards with just the word JESUS on it. I saw one billboard that advertised: “Parents, take the rod to your child to save them.” I shit you not. I’m sooo getting a picture of that one if I see it again.
I drove by one house that had it’s front yard fenced in with chicken coop fencing. The entire family was sitting in the yard, many of them on kid toys like wagons, big wheels, rocking horses, etc. I’m serious. I slowed down to take a better look cuz I wanted to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. It was very cartoonish.
So now I’m sitting in my big room drinking my Samuel Smith’s India Ale and enjoying some mindless tv. I’m gonna listen to the rest of the book I brought (Nora Robert’s Morrigan’s Cross. I’m loving the story but hating the reader) and I’m gonna just chill. I pick up two of my friends from the airport tomorrow at 1:30, so I’ll probably check out and head to the mall until their flight lands.
The beach and shopping. Doesn’t that just sound heavenly?
Bitchin' Fiction: Musings by author Melissa McKenzie / Melissa Francis 