tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81565237311545203122024-03-13T04:11:45.441-04:00Mageela TrocheFollow the ups,downs, lefts, rights and circles of a romance author on her road to a book deal.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156523731154520312.post-26676779550850716242012-10-15T16:48:00.003-04:002012-10-15T16:48:45.128-04:00You Like Me. You Really Like Me.My Highland Romance has been contracted by Secret Cravings. WooHoo! <br />
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The romance is tentively titled <em>The Marriage Alliance.</em> <br />
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To all the writers out there and the dreamers, I beg you not to give up, lost hope, degrade or belittle the dream. You are not too old, too poor, not smart enough and all the soul cutting put downs we tell ourself. One quote I remember when I questioned myself. "The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." <br />
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Believe in them!<br />
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So, I may not know your names or faces, however know one truth. <br />
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I believe in you and your dream. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156523731154520312.post-28799273021922034012012-08-09T23:35:00.002-04:002012-08-09T23:35:50.682-04:00Friday Woman<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody>
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It has been a while since I chose a Friday woman. For my new followers, I pick one woman that inspires me. This week I had a hard time deciding on one. So, I decided that one wasn't enough that i had to pick every single woman that has come before us as well as those who are here now.<br />
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Women haven't had the easiest path in life. From being accused as witches, harlots, doxies or golddiggers to queens and ladies--of the proper kind. We have gone from tribal leaders, to gods to chattle, property of man either father or husband, to being incapable of handling our money or excising our right to vote. Us ladies have been though a great deal and accomplished more.<br />
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We are now free to work for our pay, own our homes, inherit lands, have one-night stands or have a man put a ring on it. <br />
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As a woman, I know the ups and downs of our sex and I take pride in what we have accomplished in our everyday lives and our steel spines that are encased in velvet. One truth I know is that <br />
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WOMEN ROCK!!<br />
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I posed that question to myself. As I thought about the question, I realized my writing routine hasn't been fully developed. The reason for that is a simple one - because my writing is still in development. I write well but not at the level in which I believe I plan to be also my "How" is still maturing. <br />
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But so far, this is how I write:<br />
I'm somewhere in between a plotter and a panster. I generally know how the story's main plots especially the end. The opening scene can change from draft to draft. I know my characters from appearance, GMC and to a line of dialogue even to how they interact with other characters. Once that is know, the scenes develop, consuming my mind with details. Then I'm obsessed. Scenes turn into other scenes, I figure out ways to make things worse and sometimes I write out scenes that are just fun (Even if it never is in the draft) <br />
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When I'm stuck, I work the scene. Pencil and pad, I go over each characters motivation, their emotion, the setting, how they'll interact with the setting, where the scene has to end, the points needed to be made in the scene, senses, thoughts and anything else that gets writing.<br />
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Then my first draft comes, I'm mainly concerned with the plot and getting the story down. There is a great deal of telling, and it's okay to pretty bad. Grammar is not a concern and spelling corrections only happen because the computer does it. But my story is down. Usually I can do a first draft in a six weeks maybe 2 months. <br />
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Then I leave it to rest. I have to forget the story. That's the hardest part. My brain is still going over it. then finally I start to forget then its forgotten. And I pick it up again...<br />
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This is the hard part, revisions. I focus first on character and emotion. I may add scenes to further develop these <strong>two very important </strong>techniques. When I write a scene if my character is crying, I want my reader to be tearing up or weeping. I want you love my hero and heroine just as my characters feel it for another. And that is a double-edged sword. I never feel as if the work is good enough but then I feel like the dead horse has been beaten to diced meat. <br />
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Then comes the critique, I have a few people that I value their opinion. That is something precious. So of course there are more revisions and more critiques then start the submissions. <br />
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That's a post of another color. So how do you write?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156523731154520312.post-11425178150352102002012-06-21T22:46:00.000-04:002012-06-21T22:46:13.621-04:00My baby is a 100 something pound lazy Rottweiler.As a member of RWA, national and the local chapter, I know a few writers. Some are published with their books selling worldwide and others are chugging along to a publication and a few are in between.<br />
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And I've heard many authors refer to their works as their babies. Their poor babies that when they cut a scene or a word, they are in pain. Meanwhile, I don't feel that at all as I'll slash a scene with the same easy stroke Jason will chop up those stupid kids that keep on returning to Crystal Lake.<br />
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When I'm writing a story though I may love the idea, plot or characters even words. These aren't my babies. No, my only baby I had and lost was my Rottie. <br />
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Sometimes, I've wondered does that make me weird or am I realistic. I have no freaking clue.<br />
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Don't get my wrong.<br />
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When I write a story I feel the first pulls of excitement. I'm willing to cut open a vein and bleed my heart onto paper. But I want to be realistic about writing and most importantly my writing. I want to know what works and what doesn't. I want to improve my skills, whether its vocabulary, grammar, character and everything else. Can labeling a WIP really be a baby be a good thing? <br />
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This "baby" label can hold you back as well as feed your passion. Though, I tend to treat that much like I do the other advice doled out - <i>write what you love</i>. That topic is for another time. In my opinion, I think that as you revise, you have to figure what you love about the story and be honest with improving it. <br />
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So, why do writers say, it's my baby. Is it because of the time put into penning the work? Is because you're taking a risk by putting out your work? Is because of lack of confidence and a need to protect yourself? Or do people really think it is more. <br />
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Tell me what you think.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156523731154520312.post-56095345461910202472012-06-10T19:41:00.003-04:002012-06-10T19:41:54.513-04:00I Hate Waiting!Months ago, I got tired of my long hair. I would wash it, condition it, comb it, straighten it. Put it up in a ponytail, take it down, make sure it didn't get wet and all the other things women deal with so they fabulous hair doesn't get messed up. <br />
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So after awhile, I got tired of it and chopped it off. I don't mean from lower back (which was my length) to shoulders. No, I went pixie cut short. A mere inch -- inch and a half of hair.<br />
No more straightening. Washing was easy. And I didn't care if my hair got wet, the style aways stayed the same.<br />
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Following a pattern, I got tired of the short do. <br />
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Now, I'm letting my hair grow out and it's in an in-between nothing looks good hairstyle. Though my hair is growing at an inch per infinity, my impatience has grown a lot faster. Sure I know I can't make it grow longer. I certainly don't want extensions like movie stars. Truthfully the thought of someone else's hair attached to mine is gross. Anyway, there is no point to this post, I just want to complain. <br />
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And I know I'm not the only woman who feels this way. Sometimes, we just have to vent. Do you have anything that you want to vent, bitch or complain about? <br />
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As a child I had my favorites. I loved strawberries and still do. I couldn't go to the beach without running right into the water. I stuffed my mouth with M &Ms until the candy coated shells melted in my mouth and dripped out the corners. One another one of my loves was my <i>Crayola crayons</i>.<br />
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For me, they were magic. I had the 64 box with the built-in sharpener in the side. I spent hours coloring, especially since I was a sick child and couldn't play outside a lot of times. One childhood memory from my Florida days was when for some crazy child idea, I decided that my crayons needed some "color." I placed them on the windowsill in summer Florida light. Hours later, I returned to color and found them a blob of wax and paper. I wept as if they had died. As an adult, I imagined the screamed <i>"I'm melting"</i> in that wicked witch voice. <br />
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I loved my crayons. I loved them so much that I had rules when it came to coloring with me.<br />
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Rule #1 - you can't press hard.<br />
I never liked the perfect point rub down into that flat round tip that couldn't get into those little sections of the art.<br />
At my age, I keep my pencil tip sharp like a rapier and never let it to dull. Yeah, a little crazy (ssshhh, don't tell anyone)<br />
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Do not sharpen the crayon. I didn't care that a sharpener was built in. It never worked right, getting that point that when it was brand new. The crayon was never the same. As daddy's little girl, I forced my father to purchase me new ones.<br />
Thankfully, I lost that. Is that age, having to work for my own money or maybe because I no longer color.<br />
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Rule#3<br />
Don't rip the paper off.<br />
See rule #2. It ruined the crayon. And dad had to get me new ones.<br />
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Rule#4<br />
Don't press hard.<br />
The perfect point would be ruined. And then dad had to get me new ones.<br />
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Stay in the lines.<br />
In my life from my name to my dorkiness, I've never been cool and I'm open to new experiences. I love beauty. And there was nothing beautiful about coloring outside the lines. Since it was my coloring box - because I never used anyone's tools but my own - you had to follow my rules.<br />
I can still be controlling. And I'm <i>NOT </i>changing.<br />
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What was your favorite toy from your childhood? Please share. I can't be the only one confessing...I mean <i>SHARING! </i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156523731154520312.post-22956934829112547482012-02-28T22:10:00.000-05:002012-02-28T22:10:23.924-05:00New York Magic<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I'm the first person to complain about the city's noise, dirt and crowding. But there is one thing I love about this city. It has a magic about it. The only way to experience it by stopping.<br />
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See you can't be racing here to there, making sure you get to the cleaners or make the train or catching your bus. To feel the magic you must sit somewhere quiet - those places exist besides Central Park - and sit there. Do nothing but let the city spin around you.<br />
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I swear you can actually feel a force, your heartbeat matching the city's steady thump. Then the view shifts and you sense the sweet smells you didn't think existed, the brush of the city breeze, the low hum of the city that exist off in the distance. Then you realize sights and details you never noticed before.<br />
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For me, it's more than watching the world going around. It feels like a merry-go-round in a snow globe but without the snow.<br />
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I was never a fan. Before the public was able to log on, my niece had signed on thanks to her being a college student. When she showed me her latest obsession, I felt as if this site was looking at someone's vacation photos and listening to the boring details. <br />
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I joined because my best friend demanded me to and I like that I can connect with family and friends that I hadn't sen in years and have missed. Lately though, it has been leaving cold and very disconnect to life and the world. That happens to be one of the reasons I've been hating my cell phone. <br />
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Am I the only one who feels this way? (Sheesh, I hope I don't sound crazy. But please, keep on reading my blog. Thanks!)<br />
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I know the remedy is to reconnect with the world, get outside and look around, talk to be people face to face. Not in a crazy way. <br />
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Do you need the same? Let's talk then.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156523731154520312.post-41816239234184715652012-02-21T22:03:00.000-05:002012-02-21T22:04:20.784-05:00Wednesday Review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Lily Ivory is not your average witch. Her spell-casting powers tend to draw mischievous spirits while keeping normal humans at a distance. But now her vintage store could give her a chance to make friends in San Francisco.</i><br />
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<i>Lily hopes for a normal life when she opens Aunt Cora's Closet. With her magical knack vintage fashion--she can sense vibrations of the past from clothing and jewelry--her store becomes a big hit.</i><br />
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<i>But when a client is murdered and children start disappearing from the Bay Area, Lily may be the only one who can unravel the crime. She tries to keep her identity a secret while investigating, but it's not easy--especially under the spells of sexy "myth buster" Max Carmichael and powerful witch Aidan Rhodes. Will Lily's witchy ways be forced out of the closet? </i><br />
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Lily is a character that I identified with, a caring "witch" (not that I'm a witch--too bad) who is trying to fit into the "normal" world, a world where she had no personal connections. However, she's trying to change that and it's not easy when she's still learning about her self and her magic.<br />
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As the story unfolds with La Llorona, the death of Mrs. Potts and a child missing, Lily knows that magic is involved however, she needs the assistance of Aidan, Bronwyn, the Wiccan, Maya--the vintage clothe finder--and Max Carmichael, the skeptic--and Oscar, her pressed upon familiar who covers his scaly self as a potbellied pig.<br />
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This first novel in the Witchcraft Mystery series is a fun read that had me flipping pages to learn everything. I've never been one of those readers who try to solve the mystery instead I allow myself to be taken on the journey. And this book is a perfect example of a cozy mystery.<br />
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Juliet blends the magic theme effortless and seamlessly as it touches every characters lives and helps in the characters development that will be expanded and explored in coming series, which is three books in. <br />
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Well, Clay Matthews until next season. I must wait until the end of summer to see your blonde Viking locks sticking out of your helmet. I must wait till then to watch you sack a quarterback. I must wait to see you thick arms, thick with muscle, against the Packer green jersey. I must wait to watch you burst off the line at the snap of the ball.<br />
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Until next season when I get to see this: <br />
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<b>Luddites:</b> In 1811, stockingers broke into small hosiery workshops and smashed the frames used to construct the stocking, a highly skilled job while the manufacturers sold lesser qualities hosiery and putting their professions and families at danger. These protest spread throughout England. Military forces were brought in to quell the violence however, the group only went underground. <br />
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<b>Occupy Wall Street:</b> In 2011 with the economy in the sewer and a generation of twenty-somethings with thousands in debt and believing a college degree would get them the American dream gathered on Wall Street to protest the 1% of the population that held the wealth. The occupation spread from coast to coast. Police arrested them, pepper sprayed them and destroyed their tents. Even Time magazine named the Protestor the person of the year.<br />
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<b> Economy:</b> In description of the Regency era's economy, Carolly Erickson wrote in <i>Our Tempestuous Day,</i> "Despite the drastic decline in trade, the wave of bankruptcies, the falling wages and rising prices that hurt workers so cruelly and the bare lives of the country poor, there were riches adundant, and with them a sense of comfort in everyday life that ought to be the envy of other countries. "<br />
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The city, the term for the financial district of England and original boundaries of the town faced financial ruin. The English Pound note depreciated. <br />
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In my opinion, that could be written about our state of a nation now and just switch a few terms and you have America now.<br />
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<b>War:</b> In 1800s, England fought Napoleon Bonaparte as well as a country called America. They were a nation at war. Red coats were abound. Canon exploded over Fort McHenry in Baltimore. <br />
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Today, we've been a country at war since 2001 and recently pulled out of Iraq. This time England is our ally. <br />
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<b>King, Regent, Father and Son: </b>Since the king went mad, Parliament introduced the Regency Bill. And England was saddled with a prince unlike his father. Us Regency readers and writers know his ruling style.<br />
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In America, the closest we came to this was father and son presidents--George W. Bush Sr and Jr. And enough said on that.<br />
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<b>Fairy Tale Wedding, Everyone Loves That:</b> In 1816, Princess Charlotte married Prince Leopold. They married in Carlton House. Perhaps not a love match in the beginning, it evolved into one until Charlotte tragically died in childbirth.<br />
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This year, Prince William, third from the throne, married his love Katherine Middleton. A love match and hopefully one that does not end in such sad terms. I don't know about anyone else but I was up to watch Katherine come down Westminster Abbey in her beautiful gown that had the press talking about it for months much as Princess Charlotte's had.<br />
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<b>And the Regency wouldn't be the Regency without: <span style="font-size: large;">JANE AUSTEN</span></b><br />
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<b>What is your idea of perfect happiness?</b><br />
Listening to a summer breeze blowing through the trees<br />
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<b>What is your greatest fear?</b><br />
Having to stick my hand in poo<br />
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<b>Which historical figure do you most identify with?</b><br />
Marie Antoinette<br />
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<b>What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?</b><br />
My defensiveness<br />
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<b>What is the trait you most deplore in others?</b><br />
Snobbery<br />
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<b>What is your greatest extravagance?</b><br />
Buying books<br />
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<b>On what occasion do you lie?</b><br />
To spare someone's feelings when the truth can't be said in a constructive way.<br />
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<b>What do you dislike most about your appearance?</b><br />
My nose. I'll love to shave off some of it.<br />
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<b>Which words or phrases do you most overuse?</b><br />
Anyway or like or but, well anyway...<br />
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<b>What's your greatest regret?</b><br />
That I didn't risk all when I had the chance.<br />
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<b>What or who is the greatest love of your life?</b><br />
In one word, Jose.<br />
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<b>When and where were you happiest?</b><br />
Childhood and I never knew it.<br />
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<b>Which talent would you most like to have?</b><br />
Drawing. To create something that's why I love writing.<br />
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<b>What is your current state of mind?</b><br />
That's an answer you don't want to know. A scary place.<br />
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<b>If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?</b><br />
To redo life with what I know now but then I would be different, I guess.<br />
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<b>If you could change one thing about your family, what would it be?</b><br />
My father would still be alive.<br />
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<b>If you could choose what to come back as, what would it be?</b><br />
Me.<br />
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<b>What is your most treasured possession?</b><br />
My mac. <br />
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<b>What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?</b><br />
Doctor's appointments especially the GYN.<br />
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<b>Where would you like to live?</b><br />
Los Angeles. I've always loved LA.<br />
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<b>What is your favorite occupation?</b><br />
Writing, baby!<br />
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<b>What is the quality you most like in a man?</b><br />
A good heart.<br />
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<b>What is the quality you most like in a woman?</b><br />
Smarts.<br />
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<b>What do you most value in your friends?</b><br />
Humor<br />
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<b>Who are your favorite writers?</b><br />
Oh the list is long but her is a few--Edith Wharton, Rachel Gibson, Susan Elizabeth Philips, Jane Austen, Christina Dodd, Oscar Wilde, Julia Quinn, Suzanne Brockman, Sandra Brown, Bernard Cornwell, Heidi Betts, Karen Hawkins--the list continues but I think that's enough.<br />
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<b>Who is your favorite hero of fiction?</b><br />
Joe Morelli, from Plum Series <br />
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<b>Who are your heroes in in real life?</b><br />
My mother, my niece and my brother.<br />
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<b>What is it that you most dislike?</b><br />
any -ism, racism, sexism and so forth<br />
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<b>How would you like to die?</b><br />
after long and fulfilled life.<br />
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<b>What is your motto?</b><br />
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams. <br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156523731154520312.post-6814050935648667262011-12-22T23:35:00.000-05:002011-12-22T23:36:12.647-05:00Female FridayOf course, it being the end of the year I too have been taking stock of my life and my accomplishments, mishaps, setbacks--since I refuse to call them failures--and my sameness. We all have parts of ourselves or our lives we'd like to change. For me the most important and the focus of 2010, 2011 and no surprise 2012 is one single thing--drum roll please--To start my career as a published author. I've sold short stories but I'm going for the novel, the start of a long career I plan to have. <br />
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Publishing is a tough game with many growing and expanding even developing sectors. And I have to stand out from the countless others dreaming the same dream. This week, I turned on CW and there was the French designing genius Jean Paul Gaultier interviewing Lady Gaga. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.yidio.com/images/article/images/lady%20gaga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="478" width="540" src="http://www.yidio.com/images/article/images/lady%20gaga.jpg" /></a></div>Two of my favorite people. I watched it, waiting to hear what Gaga spoke about and the designs Gaultier would show her. But I learned something that helped. Gaga in her years as she sang in New York bars, she was like countless others playing those gigs. Sure she had the talent but nothing made her memorable. She decided to stick out of the crowd, for the world to take notice and listen then sing and dance along. <br />
She's not forgettable now. <br />
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I admire her strength and smarts for changing and shedding normalcy. But she always inspired me. I guess you can say the light hit my disco ball. I too have to stick out of the crowd and make people remember me. Luckily, I have a name that certainly doesn't blend. You might not know how to pronounce it but you know it when you see it. This year at RWA Nationals, I went to get my book autograph from Christina Dodd. She looked at my name tag and said, "I know you. I remember your name from Twitter." If I was a Victorian lady, I would have fainted though my head felt like champagne popped open and fizz shooting foamy bubbles everywhere. <br />
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I'm working on the rest of it, adding the sticking out among the crowd to my business plan. And Gaga helped me. I admire her music, talent and...her Gaga-ness, you can say. She had a dream and used more than just her talent. She used her smarts to create a Gaga world. <br />
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And I'm utterly confused. I feel like blind mouse searching for the cheese.<br />
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Sadly, I may stay hungry. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156523731154520312.post-53826738639779986532011-12-06T16:20:00.000-05:002011-12-06T16:20:40.756-05:00But You Don't Look SickIn case you didn't know that's the tag for lupus, an autoimmune disease. And it's true the outside doesn't always reflect what's inside. I live with pain. My joints feel like they're wrapped in tape and I'm trying to bend them but nothing moves. And to add to that, each joint is swollen. My hands can barely hold a pen as for shaking hands that's like being put on the rack. Besides I don't you'd want to shake hands with me since my hands (and feet) are always icicles so I wear gloves in July. My muscles are sore as if I ran the New York Marathon as well as feeling bruise and battered like I fought in an ultimate cage match. My legs can rarely hold me upright for very long. I get dizzy spells and near faints. I'm forgetful and when I finally fall asleep, I'm not reaching a REM state. I wake up and it takes me an hour to be able to get out of bed. When I shower, I need about a half and hour to recover from that. <br />
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Even though I deal with these and many more issues, I sometimes even believe that I don't look sick. I swear that the doctors must be wrong, gotten me confused with someone else. I'm young. I can do all the things that I've always done. THEN I try to pick up something but my body revolts. I add too much to the plate and have to cut back. Or I have a doctor's appointment and my body needs a couple of days to recover for their poking and prodding and if they took blood, oh Lord, I can't use my left arm for two days. <br />
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But then I look at the mirror and I swear I don't look sick. But my body always reminds me. The worst is not my illness, building a new life or establishing new limitations. The worst is remembering what I was able to do. Being able to walk around the city, to dance or spend a few hours with friends doing anything as long as it was out and about. Being about to hold a hardcover book without the throbbing of my hands and my wrists feeling out of joint, stiff and if I bent them they just might shatter.<br />
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So, my body has revolted against itself and I've been ousted as President. But hey, I don't look sick.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156523731154520312.post-88095169929748598642011-11-24T00:51:00.000-05:002011-11-24T00:51:15.802-05:00NanoWriMo DropoutNovember is the month of turkeys, Black Friday but most importantly, Nanowrimo. The first year I signed on, back in 2008, I won. The book sucked. I can freely admit it. The year after that I signed on but then my grandmother passed away. And my mind wasn't on writing. Since I didn't have a contract or deadline, I let my writing fall aside that month. Year after that, I had no interest.<br />
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However, this year, I decided to do it again. I wrote the first scene in a Regency. I originally planned to write a romantic suspense. The plot hadn't be ironed out and I was unsure where that story was going. I admit it I am a plotter. I know a horror to you pansters. But I never bothered after that. Back to the Regency, I plopped down in front of my computer to write the next scene and I couldn't get my characters to stir.<br />
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In that moment, I realized that I don't have a problem planting my behind in my chair and writing. I have too many stories running around in my head and not enough time to write each one although some don't deserve to be written.<br />
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It wasn't that.<br />
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Nano doesn't work for me. Yes, I've heard the idiom that you can't edit a blank page. But I'm not writing a story that I don't believe in or that I'm putting down words that can't wipe a bear's butt as he S**Ts in the woods. For me that's a waste of time and energy, and that in my currently state of life is valuable. <br />
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So, I stopped and freed a Regency Novella that had a captured me but I was unsure where to head. No longer. I plan to revise and submit. Not yet, I haven't completed it. Me, I've chose to write stories I believe in even if I have a contract. After all, I'd have pitch the story either.<br />
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Yes, I'm a Nano Dropout but I'm at another level of writer. Upward and onward.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156523731154520312.post-5767672936259699152011-10-09T14:29:00.000-04:002011-10-09T14:29:34.326-04:00A Scene ChecklistI must confess I'm a plotter. Currently, I'm plotting for NaNoWriMo. One of the books I love is the Weekend Novelist's and this is a great blog post. So click on the link and plot a little.<br /><br /><a href="http://weekendnovelist.com/website_rewrite/weekend_novelist_blog/?page_id=268">A Scene Checklist</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156523731154520312.post-5269177652634369862011-10-04T20:20:00.000-04:002011-10-04T20:20:42.986-04:00Pan AmWith the premier of the ABC's new show Pan Am, my memories have come flashing back of flying. See I had flown Pan Am among many other airlines, actually most that were in business and the old favorites that are still are. <br />
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When I was a child, flying was an experience and Pan Am was the airlines to experience it on. Whether in coach or first class when you flew Pan Am, it was considered the grandest of all airlines. Back then passengers received an airlines bag, wings, playing cards, a coloring book and crayons, snacks, drinks, and trips to the cockpit.<br />
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All those passenger treats have vanished, along with the leg room we once enjoyed. As for the cockpit trips for kids a no-do for years and especially post 9/11. I lost my collection of wings, the cards have gone and my airlines bags have vanished, lost in time. And now with the show, I get to relive all my memories when I was off on adventure when flying was an experience, a fun, magical one when the world was safer and when possibilities seemed endless. And the show reminds me of those feelings. <br />
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However those memories are not reasons I like the show. I must admit that I would have been a Pan Am flight attendant if I had been born back in the 60s. One of the few positions for women who didn't marry or wanted to have more that the MRS. To travel the world when the American dollar could have and did get you anything you wanted. As an Air Force Brat if I spent more than a year some place, I was ready to move on, always questioning when we were leaving and wondering where we'd end up. Germany, Spain, Texas, Alaska... so many places to see. Aah, my wandering spirit.<br />
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But also, Pan Am, the Show, reminds me of the history of this world and country. We've come a long way and lost some very good things about our country. For me, Pan Am has another meaning. Back in 1988, Pan Am 103 was the victim of terrorists, killing 270 people crew and passengers. When I went off to college, Syracuse University was where I headed too. thirty-five Syracuse students were lost, returning to the States from their study abroad. I remember standing in front of the memorial with Hall of Languages looming over as I read each name and looked around the green campus and thought of them walking around and me in now in their steps. <br />
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I think back now and I realized that an airlines played a part in my life, one I only realized now. The show reminds me of that by helping me remember my life and the lessons I've learned, the experiences I had and how the world changes.<br />
Is there any show, movie or book that has reminds you of the past by showing you connections, you might have never remembered? Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156523731154520312.post-87902223686645113262011-09-26T14:48:00.000-04:002011-09-26T14:48:57.491-04:00Stephanie Plum Is My Best FriendThat's not true but I love Stephanie Plum. I've read all seventeen books even entered the title contest author Janet Evanovich has on her website. I'm a cupcake all the way. Sometimes, I go all melty with Ranger, aahh to be a babe, but I always good back to Joe. <br />
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With One for the Money being released In January, I'm excited. I've read the books repeatedly, laughing with the antics of Grandma Mazar, Lulu, Stephanie, Bob and Vinnie, however will the movie stand up to the books? Who knows. Fingers crossed that it does though history is against them. But I will check it out and if I don't like it or love, I still have my books. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156523731154520312.post-41498541295733861232011-08-29T07:00:00.019-04:002011-08-29T07:00:16.767-04:00RWA-NYC Golden Apple and NYC Gal's Cinderella MomentOn September 15, my local RWA chapter, RWA-NYC is hosting their annual award night. Through the award ceremony is some weeks away, I already have my dress sadly I'm searching for shoes that I'm too broke to get. So the only shopping I will be doing is the store underneath my bed. My closet is crammed with books so shoes in plastic shoe containers. Luckily,I have some heels. I'm a flats and sneakers kind of gal but I love a <b>delicious</b> heel. Oh I ve been tempted. Checking out Shoedazzle.com, justfabulous.com and Bloomingdales. And not one of those dang money fairies haven't dropped by my place. Meanies. <br />
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Truthfully, I do like the quest of digging out my shoes and unearthing a forgotten pair of shoes. I fall in love all over again. It's the closest I come to being Cinderella. I just need the Prince. Valiant or Charming, either will do.<br />
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So if you're in New York City or near enough to attend, please come. I would love to see you. Here's the link. <a href="http://rwanyc.com"></a> Please check it out.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156523731154520312.post-89305479114540458042011-08-28T17:27:00.000-04:002011-08-28T17:27:35.486-04:00Savvy Authors - Mima’s Tips for Building a Series by MimaMy advice check out this article.
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<b>Bethenny Frankel</b> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20090520/300.realhousewivesnyc.frankel.bethenny.lc.052009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="300" src="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20090520/300.realhousewivesnyc.frankel.bethenny.lc.052009.jpg" /></a></div><br />
I'm sure everyone knows about her Skinnygirl brand, her reality shows on Bravo that include Real Housewives of New York, Bethenny is Getting Married, Bethenny Ever After. <br />
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So why did I chose her?<br />
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Because she is someone I would be friends with. Her quick snappy mouth, her nonsense attitude that still is fun and strength. I like not easily insult but a comment because I let loose the F word like people say, well, Like. We're like minded. She wants to move to LA so do I but I too have a life in New York. Besides, that I've learned things from her. Hell, I'm a skinny girl now even though I have a cake cooling on my kitchen counter. <br />
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I think we can all relate to some part of her life. Either, you struggle on where your career is heading and making it grow, dating, marrying, marriage and motherhood. Our paths might have been different, road bumps and detours in different points in our road but we all follow the same route. <br />
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During this time, we must celebrate women and ourselves. I purchased here books from the first and was thrilled when she got her own show, enough with those other "Housewives". Bethenny is someone who will tell you straight and her advice can be applied immediately. None of that washy secret-crap. <br />
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Also she has a life that I would like, career, husband, child and dog. My dog would be a Cavailer King Charles Spaniel. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/images17/CavalierKingCharlesSpanielBuddy12weeks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/images17/CavalierKingCharlesSpanielBuddy12weeks.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Only difference it will be my life, built by me. And the greatest thing I like about Bethenny is that she shows you that you can end up there. So right now, I'll enjoy the journey and watch Bethenny, Bryn and Jason.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156523731154520312.post-1769678114958783042011-07-26T23:35:00.001-04:002011-07-26T23:44:44.242-04:00Wednesday Review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://mail.google.com/mail/s/?view=att&th=131698d475ac931e&attid=0.1&disp=attd&zw&pli=1&auth=DQAAAIQAAACE8ksTq1mgt5Ia6mM25w6Ruvcu3LnYi6o17maLsj-_Ok028VZG_9iAfPZCS9aUO2xTplPXOPd6omJ9G3cwnV_hT_XuRfcSP9xpxxrrx10ldFlQvfpL8I69QTBV-HXCliP6UooZV8WxxcgRLtp8B8IEFmNHv0iyUTMrJWk-OXd9a5qLSvGT1RD1kvYNkaL4WlQ&gausr=trochema%40gmail.com" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="972" width="1296" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/s/?view=att&th=131698d475ac931e&attid=0.1&disp=attd&zw&pli=1&auth=DQAAAIQAAACE8ksTq1mgt5Ia6mM25w6Ruvcu3LnYi6o17maLsj-_Ok028VZG_9iAfPZCS9aUO2xTplPXOPd6omJ9G3cwnV_hT_XuRfcSP9xpxxrrx10ldFlQvfpL8I69QTBV-HXCliP6UooZV8WxxcgRLtp8B8IEFmNHv0iyUTMrJWk-OXd9a5qLSvGT1RD1kvYNkaL4WlQ&gausr=trochema%40gmail.com" /></a></div><br />
Anyone who has an association with books, publishing, business, authors and readers are talking about Border's shutting down. Some people swear that publishing is dying. Can't you hear the book business gasping for air? I can't. <br />
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The business is changing. <br />
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How will the business be once the storm settles? That I don't know. Sheesh, if I knew that I would be racking in the dough. The business model will change however people will still read and write. It's in our DNA. Our forefathers sat around the fire and shared tales and others drew on the cave walls. We all sit up when someone says I got a good story or when someone tells us this book is great. <br />
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So, Border's will be no more. Sure, the market collapsed and like people realized that during the good times they purchased houses they couldn't afford, dealt with foreclosure and other such things, businesses such as Border's dealt with same fiscal problems. Rough times will always reveal bad business practices. Sure the economy added to the dilemma with people keeping cash in their pockets. Added to that is the business model is changing, ereaders, self-publishing, e-publishers. <br />
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But people will always read. It's just too sad that some people will be unemployed and Border's won't be around. I'll miss the store. My favorite on 57 street and Park Avenue closed months ago and now this one. <br />
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How do you think publishing with evolve? What is the Pros and Cons about the change in the industry? Is there a store that you miss?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156523731154520312.post-28136031281434132772011-07-25T00:01:00.000-04:002011-07-25T00:01:04.506-04:00I'm Not Thinking There for I'm not? I Hope Not.I sat here wondering what subject I wanted to write about or even searched for inspiration. But my mind has closed for the day. So instead of getting stressed then having Writer's block, I decided to do nothing. I'll grab my book (the one I'm reading) and lay back and do nothing. So I'm shutting down or wasting time on Twitter. <br />
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Until the next post, people. And if you can get a chance to lay back do it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0