Shameless Self-Promotion

Yep, that’s right, I’m going to try and pimp myself – or well, my book anyway.

For those of you that don’t know, I’m an aspiring author working to get my first novel published. I’ve mentioned it a few times before on here, including posting a cover and summary.  It’s a Young Adult novel called, “The Truths and Lies of Happily Ever Afters,” which is a glimpse into what happens when our fairy tale fantasies start to pollute our real life romances.

I’ve just posted a few more chapters online today and if anyone is interested in reading it, please do and let me know what you think.

The Truths and Lies of Happily Ever Afters

(Update: As of Sept 30, 2015, the site I published my work on – Authonomy.com – has officially gone offline. When I find a new home for my novels, I will update the link accordingly.)

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Small Talk

Hello… ello… ello… ello

That was supposed to be an echo, in case you couldn’t tell.

So hey, it’s been a while since I’ve actually just sat down and written a blog post. Like, a LONG while. This is just how I am with blogging. I do really awesome for a while, write a dozen posts in a day, and then I taper off until I haven’t posted anything in a month.

Normally this is the point where I give up. I decide I’m clearly bored and what’s the point, it’s not like anyone was really that invested in what I had to say anyway. And that’s why I have a half dozen blogs across the internet with a handful of posts and a mound of dust inches deep on top of them.

Except I’m not letting that happen this time. It’s not just because this time I actually have a few followers (creeping closer to 100 every day…) but because for the first time I am really feeling the benefits of having a blog. It’s great for networking, for putting me in touch with people who have similar interests.

And it’s great to just have an excuse to sit and write.

I mean, I’m a novelist who is currently out of a day job, so I spend a lot of time just sitting and writing, but you know what I mean.

So here I am, just sitting and writing. I don’t know what I’m going to write about. I suppose I could write some inspiring post about how important it is to stick to your goals and knuckle under through the low points so you can enjoy the high times. But haven’t we all heard that one a thousand times already?

I made cookie dough for dinner. Just thought I’d add that in there. Clearly the low points in my diet aren’t going as well as the low points in my blogging.

Oh so in less than two weeks I’m leaving for a spring break trip in the UK. I’ll definitely write some posts about that when I get back, including some pictures hopefully if I can figure out how to get them onto my computer.

Tech savvy, I am not.

I think that’s all I’ve got to say for now. Not like things are really exciting around here, which certainly isn’t helping the “coming up with things to blog about” scene, but hey, it’s life. You gotta take the low points with the high ones.

And sometimes you just gotta eat cookie dough.

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Daily Prompt: Those Dishes Won’t Do Themselves

What’s the household task you most dislike doing? Why do you think that is — is it the task itself, or something more?

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I HATE doing the dishes. Out of all of the chores that need doing around my house, there is nothing I hate doing more than washing up the dishes. Hell, I’ll clean the bathroom before I’ll wash dishes.

When I lived on my own, doing the dishes was nothing. I was the only person eating, so I just washed up my dishes the moment I finished eating. There was no time for the dishes to get gross and smelly.

Now that I’m living with my family again, they have a different idea on how dishes should be done. The plan around here is heap everything in the sink until it’s full, and then load the dishwasher. So by the time anyone gets around to loading, the dishes are soggy, stinky, and covered in a congealed mess of everything that’s been eaten by anyone all day.

Needless to say, not the sort of thing one wants to stick there hand into.

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Daily Prompt: It’s Friday, I’m in Love

Remember your first crush? Think about that very first object of your affection. Oh, the sweaty palms. The swoony feeling in your stomach. Tell us the story of your first crush. What was it about this person that made your heart pound? Was the love requited? Change the names to protect the guilty or innocent if you must! No judgement here. Happy Valentine’s Day!

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As I mentioned in my post “Help! I’m in Love With a Fictional Character” I am always more likely to get a crush on a character than an actual person. Well that’s not a new development in my life. Even as a little girl, my first few crushes were on characters I saw on the television.

I still remember my very first crush – at the tender age of about 3 1/2 – and my sweeping declaration that one day I would marry him. He was sweet and loyal and fun-loving, and he had the most charming laugh. And that lucky man was… Mickey Mouse.

Mickey greeting guests at Disneyland Park

Don’t laugh, I was 3! The fact that he was an animated mouse was completely inconsequential.

Part of me still loves that mouse, although I’ve accepted that it’s a love that will never be. (I still hold a grudge against Minnie for stealing him away from me…)

My next crush, at the age of 5, was on none other than Han Solo from the Star Wars trilogy.

Han Solo

Now there’s a man! I’ve got a bit of a thing for anti-heroes. A little gruff, a little rugged, and a little devil may care but with a secret core of good. And we all know he was a little bit of a romantic too underneath it all. I’ve been known to use the “I know,” line on guys when they tell me they love me.

I also use “Laugh it up, fuzzball,” but that’s usually in entirely different situations.

Truth be told, I don’t even remember my first actual person crush. I know that when I started school and finally started meeting kids my age, I was completely floored by the sheer number of boys in my classes. There were so many of them, in all different shapes and sizes. I was a little boy crazy, and I’m pretty sure that at some point, I had a crush on every boy in my year.

I just don’t quite remember what order it happened in…

In the end though, it’s not the boys in my school that helped to shape the men I look for now. It’s those early character crushes. Which is why my dream man is sweet, fun-loving, a little cavalier, but secretly a bit of a romantic.

If that guy is reading this… Happy Valentine’s Day! Gimme a call, yeah? 😉

 

 

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Daily Prompt: Ingredients

Pasta is a feature of the Argentine cuisine

What’s the one item in your kitchen you can’t possibly cook without? A spice, your grandma’s measuring cup, instant ramen — what’s your magic ingredient, and why?

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I am completely inept at cooking. Like, so clueless I can burn water kind of ineptness.

Needless to say, I don’t exactly have a well stocked kitchen. Everything that I cook comes out of a box with clearly printed instructions on the side. I don’t have much ability when it comes to making anything more complex than a grilled cheese – and even those I have been known to burn.

When it comes to cooking for myself, there is one old standby that can never go wrong. Pasta!

And by pasta, I mean some slightly over-cooked elbow macaroni, but with a little creativity you can make it into just about anything. If you’re feeling simple, some butter and parmesan cheese. For some tang, try Italian salad dressing and olives. A little ranch and some sunflower seeds gives it a country salad feeling. Or you can go with marinara for a cheap spaghetti.

Basically, I love pasta. It’s cheap, it’s easy, and it’s hard for me to ruin it.

Although just give me some time, I’ll figure a way…

Daily Prompt: Ingredients (dailypost.wordpress.com)

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Daily Prompt: Happy Endings

Tell us about something you’ve tried to quit. Did you go cold turkey, or for gradual change? Did it stick?

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I am hopelessly, horribly addicted to Dr. Pepper. I

Dr Pepper

really don’t know what it is about the stuff. I mean, I like the taste of it and as an insomniac I’m never opposed to a little extra caffeine.

At the same time, I hate being addicted to the stuff. I’ve already gained a lot of weight because of it, and not to mention it’s terrible for my teeth. I get twitchy if I haven’t had any, and I have honest to god withdrawals. I hate feeling dependent on it.

I’ve tried to quit several times now, in various ways. Sometimes I go for the cold turkey approach, sometimes I go for the gradual let-down. They all work to varying degrees.

The most recent time I tried to quit (apart from my current attempt) I cut myself off cold turkey. I managed to make it six months without slipping up, and during that time I lost seventeen pounds. Then I took a new job that reversed my hours on me and I started drinking soda again to keep myself awake.

At the moment I’m trying to quit again, this time by the gradual method. So far I’ve managed to cut my Dr. Pepper consumption down to about 1/8th of what I used to drink in a day so I’m feeling pretty good. We’ll see how well it actually works…

For now, I’m going to finish drinking my soda.

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