Wednesday, 15 April 2009

Just more jibber-jabber.

I have been writing in the early hours of the morning, say about 5.30, like Annie, it feels wonderful and I'm so fresh that I can rattle on and produce some good stuff, especially after I have had a strong coffee. I get up at this time more due to the fact that my cats now come and wake me up for food by one of them, sitting on my head, and the other one, bashing me on my arm with his paw.

The paranormal book is steaming ahead and I'm very pleased with it, I have to say that in the 5 years I've been writing, my writing has changed thank god! Hee hee, when you look back you have to laugh - or shoot yourself. I laughed. When I sent that book out, an agent in America loved it but and there is the dreaded but, told me that I needed to develop the plot a lot more, but that the story was great and I shouldn't find any problems finding an agent or publisher - so why didn't she wait for me to do this???? Agents, god they can be strange people.

Anyhow, I have developed the plot, now that I read it I can see it was a tiny bit complicated, so I have shaved tons off it and neatened it up, I hope it will work. The problem I have come across now, is that my heroine has 2 guys after her and she wants them both!!! I'm wondering if this might make her a little slutty? What do you lot think? I think the only way round this, might be to add a bit of rom/com to it, which it wasn't before, that way she works.

For all you writers out there, especially women, don't you find it funny that we can fabricate such wonderful heroes in our books, who in real life do not exist, it makes me wonder how unsatisfied women are with the John Doe's of this world.

On another note, my mother in law is staying for 4 days. And ............. but............... well ................ and you can guess the rest! She's okay really, but she favours one of the children more and shows it, and this gets on my nerves, but I don't say anything, well I do sometimes and it's often laced with tangy lemon juice to really sting.

I haven't been able to write while she is here, cos she doesn't know about it, she would have caustic comments to make when not getting published, and when I get up early so does she. So my brain is buzzing and overheating with stuff that needs to come out. I think I will have to disappear today, upstairs in to the bedroom and write and pretend I have a monster headache and can't be disturbed.

I spoke to an old friend the other day, actually she rang me for my birthday, which most of you missed, she lives in southern Ireland. She has been there for 20yrs and asks every year for us to go over. And every year we say we will and we don't. BUT this year, I think I might go over on my own and have a jolly long weekend. Problem is she used to and maybe still does drink like a fish, and I can't anymore, I can't cope with the headaches in the morning, so I might take an intravenous drip with me to keep me hydrated. I can always shove it up my jumper - I will have to wear a big baggy jumper won't I!!!

Sunday, 12 April 2009

A Few Days in the Life of Mercedes!!!!

Again it's been a few weeks since I last posted anything here, but I'm back.
I am stuffed with chocolate and it was my birthday last week, my kids got me breakfast in bed and lots of chocs and presents. Charlotte my 11 year old made me toast and tea, she was a little heavy on the marmite, but I had to eat it and was thirsty as hell for hours later.

The other day I went to the tip with my kids (lovely day out - ha ha ha!) and was verbally abused by some numpty old man. Just because where I had parked caused problems for me to get out in my HUGE 4x4 (as he called it) and I asked him to reverse. He told me to f.... off and if I couldn't drive a car THAT big then I shouldn't. After that, and I'm not one to hold my tongue, but on this occasion I did, shocked by the age of the man and the language. I mean, it was worse than mine! And brother can I have some down in the gutter lingo when I want to. Eventually the tip men came and moved some bollards for me to get out. What is the world coming to! I tell my kids it's rude and uncouth to swear (even though I do) and then they see this jumped up nitwit old fella verbally abusing their mother. Oh well, I went home and had a stiffy. A vodka guys, not a stiffy!!!!

My husband shocked the other day. He said, 'I'm going to clean the bathroom.' I stopped what I was doing in horror, took his temperature and couldn't believe it. Then I thought, oh he means a quick once over with the duster. But no, he cleaned it so well it was sparkling, he even cleaned the tiles and the paintwork etc. Better than I do (I hate cleaning, I do it because I have to, but I hate it) To this day I have no idea what got in to him. He's not unwell and my cleaning is fine, passable, really. I'm wondering whether he's had a bump to the head, or perhaps - well I can't imagine. Anyway, we'll see if it lasts and if it repeats itself.

Things are still tight here financially and it's a bugger. We just got our electric and gas bill through and f... me, it was 300 quid a month for the both. Wow! Can you believe that? I mean what the hell is going on in this country with prices, how is anyone supposed to live? With ten tons of jumpers on everyday just to keep warm. I know that my precious Aga is a spendaholic, but, well I say again, WOW! Don't say it, she's my baby and I wont give her up. Yes I will wear the tons of jumpers, but Doris (Aga as I've named her) stays.

Well what else, oh yes, it seems that Henry -the dog- has yet damaged me, he is so strong he's like a sodding rhinoceros when it comes to moving him sometimes. Now he's taken to sitting in the road when we go for walks. He's not keen on lead walks and lets me know by flopping down and lying down, therefore trying to move the little sod is like trying to move a rhinoceros. He will not budge and with my back in such a state it's not helping me. The other day he was in the lounge and decided to take my book, why? because he was bored and felt like it of course, I grabbed his collar and caught my finger underneath, he pulled and so did I (in different directions) and he yanked so hard he's torn the tendon in my finger. I am 44 and feel as if I'm 144, bad finger, bad back, back hips, this is all great and brother am I looking forward to getting older. NOT!

On the book front, well I am nearly half way through re-jigging my contemporary novel taking on board the agents advice, but have for the moment skipped back to my paranormal work and re-jigging that, because I read the other day that it's the NEW genre on the up and up, so I though I would do 6 chaps of re-jigging and post it off and see. Fingers crossed for me, please.

Bye for now, have to get back to writing some more.