Random Wednesday

If you’re here to read Laura Kinsale’s words of wisdom, scroll down.  It’s in the comments of the SBD post.

If you’re here because you are wondering how *I* am doing, here are the basics: Insomnia, crippling self-doubt, and procrastination are King.  I am, however, down three pounds, so it isn’t as bleak as all that.

If you’re here for hot guys, I’m happy to oblige:

If you’re the person who found my blog via the search “I am morbidly obese and have a hard spot” may I kindly suggest seeing a doctor?  The Internet is great for self-diagnosis (and who doesn’t like scaring themselves with all the diseases one may have/contract?), but this is no ordinary case of cybercondria.  Seriously. 

If it happens you’re the chick who’s wondering, “does he love me?  if so, why is he so cold?” please consider that if you’re not sure, he probably doesn’t.  I know I write romance, and so you’re not too far off the mark in coming here for hope, but sister, this is the real world, where actions mean more than words.  Alpha males aren’t tamed and rakes aren’t reformed.  Send that monkey back to the jungle.

Or if you’re just here to hang out and take a keek around in the inner workings of my cranium, Welcome!

So as I mentioned in the comments of the previous post, I am ripping the guts out of the book.  As in, if it smells the least bit funky, I’m cutting it – even if it’s good and I want to keep it.  There’s tons of that, unfortunately, and so it seems my progress will be set back considerably.

For every novel I write, I always keep a file for it called Cutting Room Floor.  That’s where I take all the segments of stuff I’ve written and had to cut, because I don’t want to delete it in case I want to use it, after all.  That file is already more than 4500 words, just from the hour or so I spent on it this morning.

Gah.

I swear, I may just clown out.

I could have been an interior designer, or a muscle therapist, or a bartender, or even just some corporate drone working for bennies and the weekend, but no, I just HAD to be a writer.

Chump.

So help me out, would you?  I’m going on vacation, and I need a new bathing suit or two.  Fifties retro pinup suits: Hot or Not?

I say smoking hot, and I WANT it.  (One caveat: I will not look like that in it.)  However, if left to my own devices, every outfit would be more of a costume. 

So I’m reaching out.   Ladies?  Is it a Do, or a Don’t?