I’ve been busy, what’s new? Last weekend my friend Cheri emailed and asked if my daughter and I wanted to go and see Disney on Ice. Did we want to go? OF COURSE I DID! Growing up in a big family in England meant that exotic entertainment provided by the Disney corporation was beyond my parents’ budget.
I’ve always yearned to go to Disney on Ice so I think I was even more excited than my 5 year old. And good old Disney made sure there were plenty of opportunities for us parents to shell out another $100 in merchandising. I said no so many times I almost forgot how to say yes when she asked for some popcorn (at $5 a bag)
The thing was, she loved it…from the moment Micky and Minnie came out she was entranced, her whole body caught up in the magic. I spent half of the show simply watching her experiencing it. She danced, she shouted at Minnie to tell her about the bad guys, she clapped. It was one of those moments that as a parent you never forget.
On the Sunday, we got to visit some friends who live in Tiburon which is across the bay from San Francisco. it was a beautiful sunny day and I realized how lucky we were to have good friends and a beautiful place to live.
A week before that, we had a 4.2 earthquake and I literally split the dress I was trying on as I tried to get to my little girl who was in the bath. Earthquakes are weird. sometimes it’s like an express train thundering through your house, the windows flick flacking as the energy passes out. Other times its like a giant baby picks your house up and shakes it like a rattle. This was was a violent rattle making her bath water slosh around and all the china in the kitchen shiver and chime.
Once you’ve made sure you have emergency provisions and a plan for evacuation, there’s not a lot else you can do about earthquakes. Living in a beautiful place can have its downside as well.
Writing is going well. I’ve finally connected up some of the plot holes in my second contemporary erotic romance and I think I know how everything will tie up-and I’m only half way through the book! (plotters gasp in horror) sometimes when I wake up, little fragments and wisps of thoughts float past my consciousness and I realize they are important so I try and remember them.
This is why I’ll never be able to teach a structured class on how to write. Can you imagine it? “Yeah just write stuff and then close your eyes and all will be revealed” that would be a short class.
My first Kensington book is due in at the beginning of April. I’m just about to start the last revision-the last opportunity to make it sparkle before I ship it off. Terrified, me?