Okay 1 UWP to my freaking mouse because it, you know, sucks right now.

Patience is not one of my virtues. It never has been. I seriously doubt it ever will be.

I was all set to blog about my promotional event which was originally on the 14th but has now been moved to the 21st (Murder at the Book Signing - it’s a virtual murder mystery game! WOO!). Which is no big, but it left me topicless for today.

So. Since I have zero patience with my stupid mouse and just about the world in general, I figured that’d be as good a topic as any.

I’m a here-and-now kind of girl. Ask anyone who knows me and they’ll tell you I don’t wait around for anything. Or anyone. And when I make up my mind to do something, nothing will get in my way.

I remember telling a friend of mine last summer - I think it was in June - that I was going to buy a house. I had never bought a house all on my own before. It was a first. But by the end of September, I had keys and was moving.

About five years ago, I decided to start writing again. I had dabbled - not seriously - when I was in high school and then after. I thought at first I wanted to write children’s books or YA. But my characters never cooperated with me and I always ended up writing sex scenes. It was then I discovered Romance was the genre of choice. Two years later and still unpublished, I found and joined the RWA. And a year after that, I made my first sale to Samhain.

Three long years of writing, polishing, learning, honing, writing, editing, rewriting, polishing, and writing some more. Three long years. And I’m still not exactly where I want to be. It seems like a lifetime ago when I wrote that first short story that got me back into writing. The one that placed as an Honorable Mention in the 2001 Writer’s Digest Writing Competition in the Genre Short Story category. I think 41st out of 1500 entries is pretty darn good, right?

You’d think in three years, I could have finished more than the handful of manuscripts I have finished. You’d think I could have made the Big Sale by now. You’d think. But sometimes life gets in the way of things. And it’s only been recently I’ve decided that I do in fact have a second job. And it’s called “I’m an Author.” With a capital A.

I feel like I could accomplish so much more if I just had the time. But time is a luxury and I’m divided by so many things and so many people. Sometimes I feel like a squirrel on crack. Like I have to hurry hurry hurry to get things done.

And speaking of getting things done…the Book From Hell is still calling my name. It’s time to hurry up and edit.

PS how come the freaking smilies don’t work in my freaking post?