Progress on Memphis Paranormal

My horoscope predicts one of those days when I just oughta turn off the computer and catch up on TIVO’d episodes of Primeval or Castle.

Decision making is tough today, and you are almost certainly torn between several alternate courses. It may be a good time to let go and let someone else call the shots for a bit.

I’m NEVER indecisive. So instead of letting that spook me, I choose to delete that prognostication and keep plowing through my WIP. Yesterday, I wrote 10 pages. Not the most I’ve ever done in a day, but considering I didn’t write that many last week, I’m very, very happy. I hope to do the same today and wrap up chapter six.

I’m still culling my spam folder for shiny golden nuggets. I had no less than three emails offering cheap colon cleanses. My favorite one was entitled “Max Colon” and promised to flush out excess pounds of poo from my colon. What do they know about me that I don’t?

But the best spam came from “Shawn C” entitled “A Seriously Insane Rich Guy”. The man can write a hook. He then goes on to tell me that he’s so crazy he’s going to share with me how he became seriously, insanely rich. I can’t tell you how tempted I was to click on the link, but then I got to thinking, “If I do, will he write me again?”

Last week was pretty much a bust, writing-wise. I couldn’t get my ass in gear. Might have had something to do with taking on babysitting duties for two days and letting a certain 4-year-old wangle her way into spending two nights with me. Having little ones underfoot really saps the energy.

This week, I have the same obstacles, but I’m getting into a routine and figuring out when I can write. So, I’m not giving myself a break. No excuses, I have to make progress on the Memphis paranormal, and I have a short novella to revise and get out the door.

The novella is a special project for my Arkansas RWA chapter. We challenged each other last year to write Arkansas-based stories and submit them to a publisher for consideration as a series. Some of the authors involved are published, some aren’t, so there was some extra work involved getting everyone’s ready to submit. Hopefully, we will all meet with success. My story needs some major work. Because I can’t write it as hot as I like, I feel hamstrung. Have to go back in and tinker some, and just plain get over being grumpy about it. 😆

Progress on Memphis paranormal

I opened my email today and found two interesting entries. The first was my daily horoscope.

If you’re not totally sure that something new is right for you, say no and walk away quickly. Even if it turns out well, the risk isn’t worth it—not at this point in your career!

Hmmm…to an Ado Annie like me, “no” is a foreign word. Maybe I just won’t answer the phone.

The second was an email entitled “Complimentary Colon Cleanse”. I mean, really, would anyone respond favorably to an email with that title? Would they wake up and say, “Today, I need a colon cleanse! How lucky am I that someone wants my credit card number to send me one?!”

As you may have guessed, I couldn’t think of a thing to talk about this morning. I’m amazed at Saddled’s success. Over a month later it’s still on MBaM’s top ten, and the past few days it’s been #1 at Fictionwise. Woohoo!

And thanks to everyone who stopped by to chat last night at Fallen Angels Reviews. Samantha Sommersby, Niki Green, Masha Holl and Shayla Kersten were there with me. “Caffey” won the drawing.

I’m new to Facebook, so I’m not sure how to do this. But if you’re on Facebook, “friend me” or whatever it is you call it on FB.

Here’s my profile page: Delilah’s Facebook Page

Rain, rain go away…

Don’t get me wrong, I love rainy days, but the weather has cooled and so has the pool. I haven’t been in the water in days. And I’m back working on a project that has to be perfect. I don’t like having to worry about every little word. I work better when I just let go.

Worse, I have to write little poems for this book. I suck at poetry. I’ve written a draft of one particular poem, and it’s so bad I have a hard time letting it go so I can continue writing the scene. Sis is in Germany, and she’s the poet in the family. When she gets back I know she’ll whip my sucky poem into shape, but GAH!

Ugh, I’m whining. I recognize the tone. I’m babysitting the 4-year-old and sounding just like her. She wants hot dogs for lunch, but I want her to eat some of the leftovers her mama left. So do I give her the hot dog or send her to her room where she’ll stomp and mutter and call me mean? Actually, the hot dog’s starting to sound good. Maybe I can feed the leftovers to the beagle and tell mom the kid ate them. No one should ever leave me in charge of disciplining a child.

Click on the picture and join me at the Aphrodisia Authors’ website today!

This is a snippet from my annual plan. May looks a bit ambitious, but I have lots of catching up to do after slacking up through April. With publishers pulling in their belts, contracts are going to be more competitive than ever. So, I can’t get lazy now!

I have plans. Big plans and little plans. I have to nurture my bread and butter projects (ebooks). I want to rope in my big dreams and step out on the right foot, working through my process, which I’ve let slip away from me. Somehow, I thought I didn’t need it anymore. That maybe it had become intuitive. I can’t rely on instinct now. I have to go through all the motions. I know what I want to achieve this year, and I can’t let ego, laziness, whatever it is holding me back, get in the way!

And it’s perfect moon phase timing. May’s the time to watch those “seeds” you planted last month grow while you protect them from the bunnies that might come munching on your dreams.

And now, suddenly, I’m hearing Anyanka break out in song. If you aren’t a Buffy fan, that one will go right over your head!