I see you…

I had lots of traffic yesterday. You guys must really like reading about dry humping. Of course, who am I kidding? Everyone likes to read about dry humping! And making out in broad daylight!

I would also like to welcome the 9 new readers who googled ‘Melissa Francis nude, naked, and hot.’ I hope you found what you were looking for. Oh wait, you didn’t, but I hope you liked what you found anyway.

And to the person who googled MILF, found my site, then searched my site with terms like ‘jumping MILF’s bones’ and ‘MILF wanted’ and ‘how to seduce a MILF’ let first say, welcome. Then let me tell you, if you’re unsure how to seduce a MILF, I’ll be holding a workshop soon, so stay tuned. Okay, that’s totally a lie. If you don’t know how to seduce a MILF then I can’t help ya buddy.

Yesterday was an “airquote” snow day here in Little Rock. I “airquote” because there was no snow. There was barely any ice. It had all melted by 8:00 and the kids could easily have gone to school. But Little Rock Schools wanted to be preemptive, so they canceled school because the weather dudes were predicted Global Freezing by 1:00 and that we’d be covered in ice ad snow this morning.

Um. Not. So. Much.

It was cold yesterday so I spent the day wrapped up in my Scooby-Doo comfortor and a skull cap. A friend of mine is in LA this week, so I took a pic of myself in my hat and sent it with the message ‘Enjoy the warm weather. I’m freezing.’ (I couldn’t get the Red-Eye correction tool to work, so please ignore my inner demon)

Do you know what I got in return?
‘Don’t worry, I will.’

Nice. Thanks for crushing what was left of my spirit there pal. Good thing I’m so awesome that I can overcome even the meanest of mean.

Hope y’all had a good Tuesday. Back to writing today. I struggled at first, but wound up with a good number of pages again yesterday. This book might get done afterall!

that sound you heard?

It was not the ‘sonic boom of writing’ like I predicted yesterday. No, it was more like a sonic beep. I kept having to stop for research. And this time, ‘research’ is not a code word for more vodka. (I’m cutting down to 1 day a week until race day. Or at least that’s the plan..) This time, research means research. I had to look up some ancient Celtic symbols, do some important tree research, and I had to figure out where to hide a certain thing in my book. That took some major Winnie the Pooh thinking on my part.

Sometimes writing sucks. Sometimes it’s a big turn on, and sometimes, it’s a big let down. I’m ready for my writing to turn me on again. Honestly, right now, I feel like I’m on a date with a guy who looks good on the outside, but something isn’t quite right with him. So I keep making eyes at the guy across the restaurant (new book idea), because he looks really good to me, and his smile is turning me to goo, and I can picture his hands lifting up my shirt on my face, and his dark eyes staring into mine and all I want is to sigh into him and kick the dude at my table to the curb for being so stupid and try something new.

However, me and my date might be able to come to an understanding pretty shortly. I made a bit of a breakthrough yesterday with my hard earned pages, so I’m thinking my date is about to start showing me who he really is on his own instead of making me work for it. He better hurry up because I have a very short attention span and the guy across the restaurant is looking really, really good right now.

date weekend

I have a date with my computer this weekend. We’re going to be spending a lot of QT together, plotting, storytelling, and maybe even getting on each others’ nerves a bit. But it must be done. So I’m firing up my iTunes, sticking in my headphones and hitting the keyboard. If my computer cooperates, I might even let him go to second base. (especially if iTunes sets the mood by playing some Barry White…)

In the mean time, HobbitGrrl has offered some fantastic marathon advice for n00bs over at FCR. Really great advice. Now I feel at least somewhat prepared for that very scary event, which is only 1 month, 2 weeks, and 5 days away. Not that I’m counting.

If you haven’t been keeping up with my fitness status over at FCR, I’m down 13 lbs, have lost 1 full size, and am now able to run 2 miles on pavement without stopping. Still a long way from 6 but hey, I’ll get there. It’s sure a lot better than the struggling I was doing over my first 60 second run a few months ago. 🙂 Also, I’m finally to the point that I actually want to go workout. This is a new thing for me…I missed a week to let my foot heal and I was really cranky. (I know, know! Who am I and what have I done with the real Mel?) Don’t worry, the real Mel is fine. She’s off on some island with a gaggle of red-heads servicing her every need…

messy

I’m kind of a mess right now.

Yesterday was a big bust as a writing day. No focus. My brain is in major meltdown mode. And with the Dreadline looming, I really can’t afford a nookular meltdown of the brain.

Today I have lunch plans with my old high school boyfriend. If I remember, I’ll get a pic and maybe I’ll even post some then and now pictures. Or not. We’ll see. I had a mullet back then. Not sure I’m feeling brave enough to prove it. Ahhh, 1984–how I miss thee.

One of my best friends from college is also in town this week. Plus I’m supposed to do my annual opening day at Oaklawn on Friday with the girls. I’ve set a writing goal to meet by Friday so I can go, so I better get busy. I haven’t missed opening day in 8 years or so? Can’t blow it this year.

I have no idea what my blogs will be like this week. Could be a plenty or my little website could resemble a ghost town. We’ll see. Got any topic ideas you wanna suggest? Who knows, maybe they’ll spark my thinking cap.

It’s Monday, so I’m also over at Fictionistas today. Pop by.

LOVE SUCKS! playlist

This has been a music kinda week here at Mel-O-Drama.

So, I try to create a playlist for each book. Sometimes, it’s one song that takes me through and sometimes it’s a 3 disc compilation.

LOVE SUCKS! is angsty, angry, a little sexy and a whole lotta vampy. There’s some sweaty training scenes, some sneaking around, some back-stabbing, a little innuendo…you know, typical teen stuff with fangs added in for fun. Oh, and we can’t forget the love triangle.

Here’s what I have so far.

  1. Theory of a Deadman: So Happy
  2. Pearl Jam: Even Flow
  3. Tantric: Mourning
  4. Avril Lavigne: Slipped Away
  5. Maroon 5: She Will Be Loved
  6. Bruce Springsteen: Long Walk Home
  7. Tantric: I Don’t Care
  8. Theory of a Deadman: By The Way
  9. Hinder: How Long
  10. Avril Lavigne: Fall To Pieces
  11. James Blunt: High
  12. Staind: All I Want
  13. Staind: Tangled Up In You
  14. Theory of a Deadman: Since You’ve Been Gone
  15. Tantric: Breakdown
  16. Joshua Radin: What If You
  17. Evanescence: Bring Me To Life
  18. Theory of a Deadman: Wait For Me
  19. Hinder: Shoulda
  20. Staind: Believe
  21. James Blunt: Goodbye My Lover
  22. Peter Gabriel: In Your Eyes
  23. Theory of a Deadman: Say Goodbye
  24. Staind: Cross To Bear
  25. Bruce Springsteen: World’s Apart
  26. Staind: Please
  27. Evanescence: Taking Over Me

There are a couple more songs that I think are going to make it to my playlist, but this is what I’ve collected so far. What do you think?

music to my ears

It used to be that I hated mornings. It was physically painful to open an eye and pull off the covers. Just five more minutes was my mantra. Sometimes, if I had to pee bad enough, I’d run to the bathroom, take care of business and jump back into bed.

I’ve discovered lately that this is my favorite time of the day. It’s hauntingly quiet, which is very unusual for this house–and a very welcome sound. Lately I’ve been rolling out of bed somewhere between 4 AM and 6 AM. And sure, I struggle at first to wake up, but once I do, Sally bar the door. (Okay, does anyone know who this Sally person is and why she was picked to bar the door in that cliche? Just curious)

After coffee is ready, I’ll sit down to blog. Pop onto Facebook and Twitter. Check email. Check my overnight stats (there are some naughty googlers out there late at night. And loads of people looking to become a MILF. That’s my goal. Y’all need to just stay away. There’s only room for one future MILF in the blogosphere, and that bitch is me. Just sayin’.) Anyway, I take care of the incidentals before I start working. I plug in my headphones, pick out the music for the day, or for the moment, or for the scene and get going.

Speaking of music, I received 3 CDs in the mail yesterday. I have a friend who is a huge Bruce Springsteen fan and I’ve honestly never cared one way or another for the Boss. There were a couple of songs of his that I always liked, but he was never an artist that I followed. Well, I suppose that must’ve been blasphemous to the Boss Addict so he sent me 3 CDs with 46 songs on them. (that’s a lot of songs btw. And he says he has 250! Holy Crapoly! THAT’s a lot of songs by one artist.)

I listened all day as I wrote. There were a couple of songs that really grabbed me. That were very powerful. Some that left me feeling very sad. Some that were just okay. But over all, the CDs were a big Win in my book. Except for the song That. Would. Not. End. 16 minutes was just a little much for me. (Sorry, A. Just too much for my busy little brain.)It was a live performance and Springsteen did a little preaching to the audience. Sure it was about Sexual Healing and possibly even a Naughty River, but let me tell ya, it still felt like a tent revival. But the first 5 minutes of the song was good. You know, the part where he was actually singing? Yeah, I liked that part.

Today, I’m going to have another listen to the songs I really liked. (I do that. I’m totally a Repeat Offender. I have no trouble listening to 1 song for hours. I know, you want to shoot me. Sorry.) There are a couple I think will fit nicely into my LOVE SUCKS! playlist. Which is good, since today is all about the writing.

Happy Saturday! You got plans?

ETA:
Today’s card from the Universe

back to the grindstone

We had a lovely, low key day with the family yesterday. But now Christmas is over and it’s time to get back to business.

I have 1 month to finish LOVE SUCKS! so that’s my main focus. I’ll be going to the gym today, so don’t forget to check out my Fat Chicks blog this afternoon. I have 3.5 months to shed a billion-katrillion pounds and get fit, so I can’t miss any workouts between now and then!

How was your holiday? I hope you all had a day filled with whatever you enjoy most and I really hope Santa was very good to you, even if you were naughty. 🙂

maniacal monday

I’m at Ficitonistas this morning, talking about research papers.

The weekend was busy. I finished my copy edits. It was a whirlwind process since I didn’t receive them until Thursday and editor needed them on her desk by Tuesday. But I did it. I had some difficulty with a few of the edits. Like marking the ‘s’ off of backwards, making it backward. Both uses of the word are correct–but here in the south, backwards is how we say it–so that’s how the character says it. I didn’t STET it because it could just be house style and I felt like there were more important things for me to STET.

My good friend and big time author stud, Ace Atkins, advised me to make color copies of my copy edits and then use them as a reference when I get my first pass pages. So I made copies (just not color. Holy cow! Money is a little tight to be spending that kinda cash on copies, even if it is a write off) The color wasn’t really necessary because the copy edits were in Track Changes in the doc, so my hand-written changes will be easy to find.

So now it’s back to writing LOVE SUCKS! I’m going to power through a rough draft and spend the last half of December and first part of January revising. Wish me luck!

Love Sucks!

Not really…but writing it sometimes does. UGH.

Goal today is 2 chapters. Keep your fingers crossed I make it. I’m making headway, but for some reason it feels slow.

Rader is home with a fever. He missed his first basketball game last night. 😦 He feels great when the Advil is working, but boy does he crash when the Advil wears off. So I kept him home today.

Nemo has 3 big school projects due within a week of each other. I really hate when that happens. It’s frustrating, especially since my child is the spawn of a procrastinator. I really hope they can prove that procrastination is an inherited trait. Nature vs. Nurture…what do you think? Is procrastination a product of genetics or mimicry?

In the world of good news, I got a sneak peek at a rough cover concept for BITE ME! and I’m totally stoked with the direction the HarperCollins design team is going in. I ♥ it. I can’t wait until it’s ready so I can post it everywhere and brag. LOL

Today I have to fit the gym into my schedule. It’s just too damn cold for me to do the outside running thing. I’m a wuss.

What’s on your agenda today?