Finally! Revisions!

I was beginning to think my revisions were coming by Pony Express. After the “dangerous fiction” episode with the Department of Homeland Security, I figured the trip down by relatively benign UPS would be, well benign.Wrong again, Fluffy.I get a call from a dispatcher on Friday evening saying that the delivery person had been all up and down my street and found the 1200 block, but...
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The Bed List/The Dinner List

DH and I are in love with the movie Down With Love. It’s a love letter to those 60s sex comedies that are all twinkle (heroine) and charm (hero), wrapped up in a bow of good humor and nudge-nudge double entendres. You know, good dialogue and clever writing. Our kind of thing. Anyhoo, I’d be down with these two gentlemen in a heartbeat:BED LIST: EWAN McGREGORMen in kilts are some of...
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Kick ’em When They’re Up, Kick ’em When They’re Down

Florida school grades came out yesterday. To no one’s surprise, the richest high school in our district got yet another A, while my inner city school got an F. Again. Much kvetching ensued. TV trucks parked all over, reporters clamoring for a quote. We hid out back. We’re sick to death of media. With all due respect to the people I know and love who work for newspapers, etc., media...
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DANGEROUS Fiction!!

I’ve been waiting by the mailbox for a week now, hoping that today will *finally* be the day my revisions arrive from Dream Agent, but noooooooooooooo……..Then tonight, long after New York has gone home for the day, DH informs me, “Oh, Paige Wheeler called this morning right after I got off the phone with you.” Keep in mind that I answered at least five calls from my...
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Rain, Rain, Go Away…

It is MONSOON season in Central Florida. Seriously. We tend to have wet weather quite often–every day at 4:00 pm during the summer–but the past week has been ridiculous. Suddenly, we’re Seattle. We’re talking rain every day, all day, for the past seven days. The Weather Channel isn’t predicting any change for the next week. Scattered thunderstorms every day through...
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Cinderelly, Cinderelly!!

You could operate on my kitchen floor right now. Right now, that is. Give it ten more minutes with my two monkeys, the twins from around the corner, and the two dogs, and it’ll no longer be that clean.How clean, you may ask? On my knees with a scrubber sponge, a bucket of suds, and a rinse bucket. I could practically hear the mice singing the work song: “Cinderelly, Cinderelly, all I...
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