Trying Again

I received another rejection today. Hmmm, it's kind of funny. I've gotten more blasé about them but I know deep inside it still hurts. Yes. I know they're not rejecting me as a person. In fact, the agent was kind by telling me that I'm a good writer. Odd, I've heard that one before. Yet I read between the lines "Good writer, but not a great writer." Still the rejection sinks in and it's like hitting a bruised knee over and over again. The spot may become numb, but it leaves a bigger mark.

Okay, enough of feeling sorry for myself.

I decided it's time to get more queries out there. More chances to get that knee a nice black and blue color.

Thankful Friday: I'm thankful I haven't given up yet.

WATCH MOLLY RUN

I decided to blog with a tidbit from one of my stories. I think it's funny. What can I say? I have a warped sense of humor. It's from the hero's POV.

He shifted in the driver’s seat of his marked SUV and stared at the mansion in front of him. He’d hoped something would click and tell him what had happened there two days ago. Even looking at the Farley place with an eye for detail, examining every window covered by blinds or curtains, it still gave off an air of being closed up and empty, not revealing anything.

Today was his day off, if there was such of thing for a small county sheriff. But this was definitely a time for overtime. Two deaths were two too many for the little county seat. The last person to die of unnatural causes in Sand City was Jeff Mason about ten years ago. His wife had purposely and fatally run over him with the tractor as she’d found out he’d gambled their farm away at a casino in Mississippi. Truth be told, losing her family homestead was bad enough, but she also found out he’d taken a million dollar life insurance policy on her and planned to spend it on his girlfriend.

And how did she find out about the policy? Five minutes before he’d died, he tried to shoot her with his hunting bow but missed. When she’d jerked the bow out of his hands, he took off across the corn field, yelling at her about the policy and his pregnant girlfriend. He never was very bright. She’d jumped in the tractor and did the deed. Later, in court she’d pleaded self-defense. It would’ve worked too except she ran over him twice and then got off the tractor and shot three arrows in his groin. Sometimes it doesn’t pay to be too thorough.

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I thankful for knowing several talented women who are so kind to me. Diane Richmond, JoAnn Weatherly, Christy Reece, Laura Hayden, Jeanie Therkelsen, Jennifer Echols, and so many more.

Miami Vice

Every Friday night in the 80's, you could find me in front of the TV watching Miami Vice. It changed how they filmed crime drama. The music. The clothes. The cars. And oh, my the men. Thank you for Don Johnson.

Agents' Pet Peeves

Check these out. The Agents Chapter One Pet Peeves and Five articles on the first chapter.

I'm thankful I found this blog. Pretty interesting and great info.

Thankful Friday

Wow! I love this cover. Ms. Bennett is so lucky. I hope whenever I get published, one of my books have such a sexy cover. The guy with his shirt caught on his arms. Oh, my. And, yes, covers can make you decide to buy a book even without reading the back.

I'm thankful I'm a woman. LOL!

And now a beautiful Irish saying, "May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night and a smooth road all the way to your door."

Thankful Friday

I'm thankful for my friend Sherrlyn Kenyon. Not only does she write wonderful entertaining books, but she put together a book I use quite often. THE WRITER'S DIGEST CHARACTER NAMING SOURCEBOOK.

Plus without hesitation she accepted my invite to be Southern Magic's keynote speaker at the 2011 Romance In The Magic City conference. She's such a sweet, giving, kind, talented woman.

Thankful Friday

Though I believe my writing will drive me insane, I'm thankful I'm strong enough not to resort to drugs or alcohol. Check this out.

Thankful Friday

I didn't post yesterday as I was too tired and tonight is not much different.

So in keeping it short and sweet, I would like to say I'm thankful to know the talented author, Jennifer Echols. Check out this video. I gave her a hard time, but she's such a good sport.



Sitting to the right of her (to the left of you watching) is Christy Reece. Another talented romance author I'm thankful to know.

And, yes, that's my voice you hear.

Thankful Friday

I'm thankful this Friday that our "snowstorm" wasn't nothing like they were predicting. It snowed again today, but by noon, even with freezing weather, it was gone. I guess it blew away. LOL!

Thankful Friday

I'm thankful to have a new year to improve myself, my writing and make new friends.

Thankful Friday

You know, it gets harder to think up something original to be thankful for. Sad but true. Let's see...::tapping fingers::...I guess I'm thankful that work was quiet today. We need business and when I return the first of the year, I wouldn't mind being snowed over with work, but today I wasn't in the mood to work. So that's good.

Sorry I've been so neglectful with my blog. Very little insights and such. Hopefully I will be more positive soon. No certain reason I say that. Just want better times to come to me. Heck, don't we all? :-)

Thankful Friday

I'm thankful that General Hospital is still on the air. They bring so many hunks to my world and help me write books. Though he's not smiling in these, he's got a killer smile. Wish I could've found the usual soap opera shirtless shot. LOL! I'm such a dirty old woman.

One of The Family

When I was a kid, my family owned a beautiful Boxer. He looked a lot like the dog in the picture. As one website said, they make great companions and interact well with children. That was so true. We called him Man. Yep. I’m not kidding. His full name on the papers was Man O’War. I loved that name.

At the time, I was a big fan of horses and read every book I could on them. One I found fascinating was about the racehorse from the nineteen twenties called Man O’War and nicknamed Big Red. He’d won all but one race and from what I read that one could’ve been thrown on purpose. Anyway, I always thought it was a great name for such a sweet dog.

Back to talking about my dog. He was so gentle, he would let me use him as a pillow as I would stared up at sky, imagining cloud animal shapes. He loved snapping at and swallowing honey bees. He would jump and twist his compact body in the air, whining and growling. We use to think he liked them for the honey on their legs, but it might be more along the line of how people like jalapeños peppers. They had a sweet taste and a great kick.

The only bad habit he had was he loved to jump the fence and go looking for a new girlfriend. He found one in a neighbor’s collie. Needless to say, the neighbor didn’t want a boxer-collie mix and complained long and hard to Dad. Dad did try to keep Man home by chaining him. No matter how long the chain, that can be so cruel. Sure we could’ve “fixed” our dog and that would probably have taken care of the problem, but we had bred Man once and planned to do it again.

Well, one day Dad asked me if I wanted to go with him to hunt for Man as he was out of the fence again. I didn’t think about it until years later, but I figured there was a good reason he wanted me to go along. It appears the man with the collie at called Dad to come and pick up his dog. Only thing was Man was dead. He’d been poisoned. Dad had suspected the neighbor but couldn’t prove it. I wondered years later if the neighbor regretted his actions at all when he saw an eight year old girl bawling out her eyes over the death of her beloved dog.

I’m one of those people who understand how a person can be so upset when their dog is sick or dies. Animals can be so much part of the family.

For Thankful Friday: I'm thankful for all the dogs, cats, rabbits, guinea pigs, etc. that I had growing up. Taught me responsibility and true love (as in how my pets loved me).

Thankful Friday

I'm thankful to be home after working eleven hours. Guess that means business has picked up. I'm thankful for that, but I rather get off work on time. I rather write. :-)

Why Does An Ad Agency Sound Like Sales?

Funny. But be aware the language is a little salty.



Well, I guess the lesson from this is I'm thankful I don't work in advertising.

I'm Your Number One Fan

This afternoon, I go to pick up Anne Stuart at the airport and I’m so tickled. I’m such a fan. Not the scary “Misery” type of fan. I don’t even own a sledgehammer.

We’re having our Romance Readers Luncheon tomorrow and Anne is the keynote speaker. She spoke at our RWA National conference in July too and she was so funny. Dry humor mixed with a little naughtiness. Just my type of humor.

Her books, especially her single titles, are edgy and the heroes are almost more bad guy than good. I find them to be interesting and, oh, so sexy. Kind of like the fascination people have for alligators (they eat their young) or owning tigers (think Siegfried & Roy). Even one of her books had the hero accused of killing his wife and children. Every clue in the book pointed to him, but knowing Ann is a romance writer was the saving grace that kept me reading. I will tell you the children were alive. After finishing it, I gave the book away. It wrung me out emotionally. Definitely a sign of a great writer.

She has another book that came out a couple months ago and I’ve been waiting until the luncheon to purchase it and have her sign it. Another reason I waited was the book’s heroine cheats on her husband with the “hero.” Since infidelity is second to child abuse in terrible scenarios, she has really pushed my buttons. But I can’t resist. It always turns out better than I expect. I may not approve of her methods, but she hasn’t failed me yet with a great read.

Well, maybe once. It was a Harlequin (can’t remember the line or title of the book), but she had the hero driving a Volkswagen Beetle. Sorry. He can drive a beat up truck or a junky sedan, but a BEETLE? That is just downright horrifying.

Yes. I know. I have my priorities all screwed up.

Oh, I'm thankful that I get to meet so many wonderful authors.

No Marks, Thank You.

I love marking my heroes. Most of them have tattoos or scars. And some in the strangest places. LOL!

I'm thankful I never gave in to the temptation of getting a tattoo. They can become an addiction. I already have three addictions (eating sweets, reading and writing) and don't need any more.

Funny that I don't want tattoos for myself but love them on men. Just makes them appear dangerous and sexy. Of course that could be my imagination working overtime.

Come On Over

I'm posting over at the Romance Magicians' blog. It's about how to be a good speaker. Check it out.

Oh, and I'm thankful I have a nice group of writers to blog with too.

Thankful Friday

I'm thankful I have the gift of the gab! Someone in my family tree must've kissed the Blarney Stone for sure. LOL!

Funny that I say that with such a short post. I'll explain another time.

Thankful Friday

I saw two rainbows today. They were so deep in color. So I'm thankful for such beautiful miracles.