Wow, I do not know where these last few days have gone. I’ve been working my little fingers to the bone, trying to finish one story and write a synopsis for another, and doing some big reworks of The Black Dragon in anticipation of taking it elsewhere. Selling a book as a reissue is always tricky; I figure if there’s a decent amount of new material and changes to the old that can only help. Plus it’s amazingly fun for me, because there were a few character issues I was dying to explore but left out of the original version. See, I actually wrote that book about five years ago now, and romance has actually changed considerably in that time. Things that might now be daring or interesting wouldn’t fly then. So it’s been lots of fun to add it back in, although I’ve felt terrible for my poor hero because of it. He was fucked-up enough to begin with, now he’s got even more issues. And if all goes well you’ll all have a chance to see just what I’ve done.
Also, the hubs and I were, as I said, away all weekend in Bristol. I met Glenn Fabry (fangirl squeee!) and he did a Constantine sketch for hubby & me (he did a Jesse Custer for our friend george, for those of you who are Preacher fans. It was so nice we wanted to keep it for ourselves.) I was touched slightly inappropriately by a semi-drunk Simon Bisley, who told me about the size of his balls (and is enormous in general, seriously. The man is like a tree.)
Am I the only one who finds that as my writing improves my speaking skills get worse? On paper I am witty and concise (in my humble opinion.) But in person, I’m Miss Chattie McMotormouth and I feel all shiny and awful. And the rain didn’t help, because my hair frizzed up all over the place. I looked like I had some terrible 80’s perm on Sunday.
I didn’t used to feel that way. I used to be very confident about my people skills. But maybe since I spend most of my day at home with a toddler, writing and watching Playhouse Disney, people just tend to make me nervous. I used to like crowds. Now they make me itchy. I used to love meeting new people and felt confident I was a charming, likeable kind of chick. Now I’m convinced they think I’m an idiot.
I’ve also spent a lot of time researching profanity, because I wanted to use “fuck” in Black Dragon but couldn’t find out for sure just how old the word is. (I’m using it, because I found convincing enough evidence that it was around then). Point is, my research took me to The Uncyclopedia’s “Fuck” entry, which is very funny. I think my favorite example of the word is under “Lust”: “I’ll fuck you with a rake.” Because nothing says lust like garden equipment. (I think you can all figure out that an entire webpage about the word fuck is NSFW, right?)
All told I had a great weekend and couple of days. Good news all over the place. Tomorrow I will make up for the relative lack of content of this post, too.
But do reassure me and tell me I’m not the only one who walks away from meeting new people–especially people one would like to impress in some way–feeling like they shouldn’t be allowed to interact with other people without medication?
****PS Check out the fantastic review Mrs. Giggles gave my new friend Rebecca James!****