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So I am messing w/ my kid, helping him find a website on his computer (he only has half day which means I am only half sane all day long–the little sh, er, ah sprite never shuts up!) and then I park my butt at my computer. I am trying to decide what to have for lunch, I have been thinking about the book signing I am doing this weekend with Melissa Schroeder, Michelle, Ames and Shayla Black–planning what to wear, as you know that’s key!–and WHAMO–it hit’s me, dipshit you forgot to blog at SFC.

So I am frantically trying to get to the website–if you don’t know me, I tend to freak out over little things quite easily!–and of course the damn internet has slow as dial-up crawl and won’t turn over. I … am …. cursing a blue-streak (out of ear-shot of kiddo)

So . . . . how’ve ya been? Whatcha been up to? Cause, you know. I’ve got nuttin’! Brain dead. Been farting around all morning THINKing about what I could be writing. THINKing about what I could edit. Sending out e-mails for the signing and dreading a meeting I have later today for a conference I am doing for a different writing group and I . . .  GOT  . . . NOTHING.

Most days I am a smart ass, have a comeback when need be, bite my tongue when dealing with a lot of things, but when down to the wire, my thoughts fizzle and go frizzy like my hair on a rainy day.

It hasn’t helped, I have been thinking on the writing process a lot. Oddly enough several of the RITA books I am reading deal w/ writers on one level or another and it has been on my mind alot. I talked w/ a gal at a bar the other night about writing. Two people she knows have written books–one self published theirs and the other is looking for a publisher. Her awe in my knowledge or lack there of gave me a little spark. Then her going on (and on) about how cool it was to have done something like that, and how big and accomplishment it was gave me a huge reminder of why I enjoy writing. Not everyone can do it. Not everyone can start and finish a book. And I did. (and I can/will do it again, shhhh Ames, I will I swear!)

It is still pretty damn cool to be a writer. To create a world and have folks live it that world. Maybe at the end of the day I am not a total numbskull after al . . . . .