I’m not updating anywhere because I’m sick. I have a cold and a cough I can’t shake- a dry cough that the Brits call “catarrh” which I like because it’s such a nice old word.
Slept and watched “Millenium” all day. Kids driving me nuts. Almost done with elves. You know what’s funny? I write romance, but I really think the straight on “love” moments are not my best thing. When the characters get all lovey-dovey at the end, and admit their feelings. I mean, I can do it, and it’s fine, but I admit it’s the hardest part for me to write. It’s usually the part I agonize over nad edit the most, it just doesn’t ever flow for me the way other parts do.
Hmm. Maybe because-and I hate to admit this because I fear it will turn people off my work-I’m really not that romantic a girl. Most of that stuff makes me a little queasy. It’s good in small doses, you know, but that’s it.
But then, I identify strongly with the woman the Supersuckers wrote the song “She’s My Bitch” about. So there you go.