blogging in darker times – guest blogger at Chick Lit Club

I was asked to do a guest post for Chick Lit Club, a fabulous blog with news and reviews on some of the hottest novels in chick lit and women’s fiction. With the death of my dear friend, I’ve been having trouble writing “light” posts and when I confided this to my fabulous book manager, Jennifer Gilbert, she suggested I use my grief as inspiration. This is what I came up with:

Darker Times

 

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Daydream Believer

I have the day off from work today*. I woke up at 9am, spent over an hour at the gym, showered, ran some errands, picked up lunch, started laundry while eating lunch and when I remove my laundry from the dryer, I am going to go to a coffee shop and do some writing. I also managed to do some social networking/promotion of my book between the gym and getting in the shower.   Since I normally have a full-time day job, I usually need to find the time to do all of the above with approximately 9 less hours in the day, but today I did it all without feeling the slightest bit rushed. 

Having the day off from my day job allows me to pretend to be a full-time writer.  I allow my mind to imagine how awesome it would be if I didn’t need the day job.  If I won the lottery, married rich, or sold enough books that I could write full time.  But I fear I might be dreaming too big, so let’s take a step backwards. 

Last month, I took half a day off from work on February 14th.  It had nothing to do with wanting to spend the morning in bed with my boyfriend on Valentine’s Day (especially since we had broken up a week earlier).  No, I took half a day off from work because I was engaged in a cross-promotion of A State of Jane with eight other authors and I knew that I wanted to tweet it, share it, blog it and email anyone and everyone I knew who might be interested in buying my book and those of my comrades at a fraction of the cost.  I knew if I went to work that morning, I would be too busy being a trademark paralegal to be a writer.  I can’t afford to let my day job suffer as a result of my writing but I also did not want to waste an opportunity to get my book in the hands of people who would rather test the waters of my writing for 99 cents than $2.99 by not promoting the sale to the greatest extent possible.  So, I compromised and took the morning off from work.  It was fantastic.  I woke up early and went to the gym, ran some errands, spent a few hours on various social media sites promoting the sale and got into work at 2pm.  Only working in the afternoon allowed my mind to imagine how awesome it would be if I didn’t need a full-time day job. If I won the lottery, married rich or sold enough books that I could afford to work a day job only part time.

As of now, I still need my full-time day job and I thank goodness it needs me as well.  That being said, I am selling more books than I ever did before.  The publication of my 2nd book is definitely driving the sales of my first one and I hope to publish a third one later this year (fingers crossed).  So, while I will continue to feel blessed that I have a day job that pays my rent, affords me the ability to have an active social life and take trips when I want, and comes with medical insurance and a 401k plan, I will also continue to hold onto hope that someday…someday, I will sell enough books so I can be a full-time writer and don’t have to “imagine” what it would be like. 

*This post was actually written last week.

How I get into my character’s heads

As part of my blog tour for A State of Jane with Chick Lit Plus, I stopped by the lovely Kaley’s Book Etc. blog. Kaley asked me to share my thoughts on how I get into my character’s heads. Read here for my secret. Although it’s not a secret anymore now, is it?

http://booksandstuff-kstar.blogspot.com/2013/01/guest-post-meredith-schorr.html

old enough to know better, young enough to do it anyway

I’ve been trying to save money lately. Between being in a long distance relationship, attending several weddings this year and the high cost of living and playing in New York City, I spend way too much. However, I am not going to stop going out to dinner because I love trying new restaurants and most of my socializing revolves eating/drinking. And I’m not going to break up with my boyfriend because, well, he’s awesome. So, I’ve been trying to save money in other, smaller ways.

For instance, there was a time that I would buy books I wanted to read regardless of price. Now, I am waiting until the cost of some of the bigger named author’s books come down a bit before buying them and I might (brace yourself) actually start taking books out of the library rather than purchasing them. I still haven’t read Emily Giffin’s “Where We Belong” and it’s killing me but, seriously, $12.99 for a Kindle download is ridiculous.

I’ve also downloaded quite a few free reads on my Kindle lately. I started reading a few of them this weekend, but had to put them down. Not because the writing was bad, but because I couldn’t relate to the characters and, further, they made me feel bad about how my generation is being portrayed in books. The main characters in each of the books complained about gray hairs, and sagging bodies and boobs that were beginning to hang down to their bellies. In most cases, their husbands left them for someone younger or they were jealous of their younger counterparts and, in general, they didn’t seem to have any youthful spirit left in them. I assumed they must be at least in their fifties and was shocked to read a bit further and discover they were only in their late 30s-early 40s (my age range)! Unlike the characters in these books, I do not feel old and I don’t look old. Because I’m not old!

I’ve definitely matured in many ways since my 20s. My career has progressed, along with my salary. I’ve written three novels and published (almost) two. I still party, but I’ve learned to do so in moderation (mostly). Instead of staying out till 5am drinking cheap beer, I stay out till 1 or 2 drinking wine or prosecco. And I still drink cheap beer while watching football with friends on Sundays! I still have the same taste in television, movies and books, but instead of crushing on the teenage boy character, I like his dad. (Actually, sometimes I still crush on the teenager. When he’s played by Zac Efron…) Intellectually, I’ve become much more self aware which has enabled me to appreciate what is important and let go of what is not. I am definitely wiser and more “adult”. However, I am in just as good shape, if not better, than I was in my 20s. My boobs are not sagging. My face is not full of wrinkles. I still get hit on by men, both younger and older. And the night I met my current boyfriend who is a few years younger than me, a very cute 24-year-old girl was basically throwing herself at him, yet he only had eyes for me. I am still “young” at heart. Scratch that, I am still “young” – period, however, I am not a “girl”, I am a “woman.” Most of my entire circle of friends is just like me: we’ve grown up but we haven’t grown “old”.

Unlike most of the books I read, not all women in my age range are married with children. And not all of the single ones are divorced. Like our younger counterparts, some of us are in relationships that have not yet led to marriage, others are still looking for “the one” and some are simply happy playing the field. While I am sure that many women in my age range can relate to the characters in the books I read, I would love to read a novel that better represents me and my friends. The only one I’ve read that comes close to capturing that spirit is Erik Atwell’s “Thank You For Flying Air Zoe.”

I started writing my third novel about a 39 year old woman who personified my social circle but I temporarily put it aside to write something else. Now that I am in revisions of my work in progress, I am thinking that I might try again to write a novel that is neither about a young teeny bopper starting out in adulthood nor an aging woman who fears her best years are behind her. I would like to write a book about that undefined place in time when you’re old enough to know better but young enough to do it anyway.

Calgon anyone?

I really shouldn’t be writing a blog right now because I’m feeling incredibly stressed out and overwhelmed. Unfortunately, one of the (many) things that is causing me stress is the fact that I haven’t posted a blog in a while and so here I am.

Besides my mother, I doubt anyone has been stalking my website awaiting a fresh post, but I feel it is part of my job as a writer to maintain a current blog. And for the most part, I enjoy blogging! What I don’t enjoy is when my day job as a trademark paralegal gets so busy that it becomes necessary to work overtime to keep on top of it and that’s where I am right now.

Please do not get me wrong, I feel incredibly blessed to have a solid career and a stable job as a paralegal. I live in a very expensive city and while I work hard, I also play hard and my paycheck needs to stretch beyond my rent and monthly expenses to allow me to a maintain my lifestyle. I certainly do not make enough money writing to quit. (I also enjoy my day job, although not nearly as much as I enjoy writing.) But right now, when my second novel is in the last stages of pre-publication and there is so much preparation involved, is not the time for my work responsibilities to soar. Right now, all I can focus on are the following steps that either need or should be taken before Planet of the Flakes is published, for instance, meeting my editing deadline (of Friday); working with a designer on my cover (the cover artist I initially wanted is not taking on new assignments); writing my acknowledgments (first draft completed, thank God for small favors); reaching out to other authors/bloggers to read the manuscript and provide pre-publication reviews and blurbs; updating some of the contents on my website. I tip my hat to all of you self-published authors who opt to do this all on your own as I looked at the outline of tasks created for the publication of Planet of the Flakes and know that there is so much more involved that, thank goodness, falls into the hands of someone else.

On top of pre-publication stress, I agreed to judge a writing contest for the Chick Lit chapter of Romance Writers of America of which I am a member and, of course, I conveniently received all four entries last night and have only until early August to read and critique them. I really enjoyed judging the entries last year and the year before which is why I volunteered again, but the timing isn’t great. And to make matters worse, I am being trained on a new database for the next two days at work which means I won’t have time to actually do any of the work that is in my to-do pile until Thursday at the earliest and by Thursday, I am sure new work will be added to the pile.

The next few weekends are already completely booked between a friend’s upcoming wedding festivities, my oldest sister coming into town with my youngest niece and my boyfriend’s cousin’s wedding in Michigan. All of these things are fun and I’m not complaining but OMG, my head is spinning and all I want to do is crawl under my covers and cry.

I confess that there are things I could probably do to make more time in my day. For instance, I could go to sleep later and work on my writing stuff late into the night, however, I get up early every morning to either go running or to the gym and that would not be possible with five hours of sleep. Some might say I should sacrifice the gym, but those who know me the best are aware that I am a much more productive person (not to mention nicer) when my exercise routine is not jeopardized. I suppose I could decline all social invitations after work to write, but it’s not as if I go out every night of the week anyway and giving up all time with my friends would put my sanity and cheery disposition in danger. Finally, it probably wouldn’t kill me to miss The Bachelorette but I am just too afraid to take that risk 🙂

Interesting, when I started writing this blog, I was feeling quite sorry for myself and out of control. In reading back my last paragraph however, I realize that I do have some control. No, I cannot control how demanding my clients or the attorneys for whom I work will be on a given day and I cannot snap my fingers and accomplish all of the things I need to do, but how I spend what free time I have is a result of choices that I make and if I really needed to get something done, I could make the time to do it.

This doesn’t mean I am through complaining but for now, I am leaving my pity party and finishing my work so I can go home and watch The Bachelorette.

Cheers 🙂

 

a time to write; a time to edit

I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I am in the process of editing my soon-to-be-published chick-lit novel, Planet of the Flakes, a story about a type-A young woman whose life plan is veering way off track thanks to the flake-invested pool of singletons she finds herself swimming in after ending a nine-year relationship with her high school sweetheart.

Let me tell you something about editing, for those of you who are not writers – it’s not an easy thing to do and I don’t just mean the physical act of editing. I mean, from a emotional standpoint, it can be difficult. When I finished my first draft of Planet of the Flakes, I did about three rounds of revisions on my own – without an editor. I do not consider description a strength of mine and so my first round of edits involved fleshing out scenery, what my characters look like and are wearing, their bodily gestures and so forth. The second round of edits involved me reading the book out loud and changing any sentences or phrases that sounded awkward. When I was comfortable that the book was as good as it could be without the help of a professional editor, I enlisted the help of a “book doctor” (fellow author Diana Spechler) to give the manuscript a thorough critique. Based on Diana’s comments, I began yet another one or two rounds of edits. These included developing secondary characters, upping the tension where necessary, clearing up ambiguity etc. and I even changed the ending. It wasn’t until I was satisfied with the changes that I even began the submission process to publishers. Enter: publishing contract. Yay!!

You would think after so much hard work and a well-deserved publishing contract, the novel would be in turn-key condition, right? Wrong. It was time to work with yet another editor who would provide her own set of comments, both substantive and “cosmetic” (grammar, punctuation). I braced myself for her feedback and willed myself not to let my ego get in the way, knowing that my editor and I would have a common goal: to make Planet of the Flakes as good as possible. It also comforted me to know that as author of the book, I was free to accept or reject the changes as I saw fit. With one published novel already under my belt, I was confident that my instincts were good and that I’d be able to let go of my pride enough to recognize which of the suggested changes would truly strengthen the novel and which would not.

Let’s not get carried away though – I was still terrified!

When I received my editor’s initial email, I was extremely excited as we appeared to be on the same page. She had no desire for me to do any major rewrites and, in fact, truly loved the book, but she had some suggestions for strengthening the novel which is exactly what I hoped to do in the editing process. I was especially pleased because she loved the ending of the book (she called it “golden”) and I had been concerned that she would want me to change it.

For the past few weeks, I have been busy working on the edits. I did a lot during my lunch hours but I knew if I continued at that rate, it would delay publication and so I locked myself in my apartment this past Saturday, determined to finish the first round before I went to bed that night. The plan was to get up early, go for a quick run and get started by about 2pm. Instead, I slept until 11 (much needed after a full, long week at my day job), ran 9 miles and spent 1.5 hours at the pool on the roof of my apartment building. I didn’t get started until 4:30pm! When I finally finished, it was almost midnight and I celebrated with a cold beer – Blue Moon. It was delicious!

I wound up agreeing to most of my editor’s suggestions and in total, added about ten pages to the manuscript as a result of a few added scenes and some more dialogue in certain areas. There were a couple of things on which we disagreed and I stood my ground – respectfully of course. And I provided a reason why I was unwilling to make those changes. I sent the revised manuscript to my editor on Sunday and now await her comments. I’m hoping there are not too many rounds back and forth because I REALLY look forward to the publication of Planet of the Flakes. I absolutely love this book and hope you will too!

My gig as a guest author

I’m waiting for the Bolt Bus to arrive at 34th and 8th to take me to Philadelphia. I am guest author this evening for a chicklit book club and need to commute from NYC. It’s raining and I’m afraid my hair will frizz even though I got a Kerotine treatment that’s supposed to take care of that. It shouldn’t matter what I look like – it’s not a date or anything – but I assume all eyes will be on me and don’t want anyone to say “great book but the author has really bad hair!” Better, I suppose than “lousy book and the author has really bad hair!”

I’m on the bus now and out of the rain. Getting on the bus was not without issue though. In true Meri fashion, I fought with another girl. I thought she was cutting the line and have no tolerance for people with a sense of entitlement. That being said, she wasn’t cutting the line. My bad!

My friend Sharon, who I met years ago through my own chicklit book club in NYC, started her own club in Philly and asked if I would be a guest author tonight. Hello? Exposure? Probable sales? Not to mention that I am a huge fan of book clubs in general. No brainer! That’s not to say I’m not nervous. I am. I’m afraid the book will not be well received. I’m afraid the attendees will be thinking, “who the hell is Meredith Schorr and why are we reading her book? My sister’s best friend’s cousin knows a girl whose step father’s uncle is related to Nora Robert’s hair dresser. Why can’t she come instead?” I’m afraid they will be nice to my face but later confess to hating the book at the June meeting. I’m being paranoid which is not all uncommon for me. Most people have really liked my book and there is no reason to suspect that the members of the Philly group will be different, but they are valid, human concerns nonetheless, right? I didn’t write a speech or anything and hope it will be more of a Q&A. I can’t imagine anyone asking a question I haven’t heard before like, “Is the book autobiographical? How long did it take to write? Was it difficult to get published? But you never know.

I’m off to take a nap now but I’ll continue this after the book club. Wish me luck!

I am now on the Bolt Bus waiting to go back to NYC. This time there was no confrontation with another passenger! I also arrived early and the driver let me take an earlier bus. I am digging Philadelphia! I know what you’re all wondering though- how was the book club?

It was great!

Sharon and I met up early to catch up over dinner and a beer. I needed the latter to calm my nerves! At 7 we climbed the stairs to the 2nd floor of the Triumph Brewery where the book club met. There were tables strewn across the room but Sharon and I pushed two large tables together to make one that would accommodate about 11 of us. Although 20 or so people rsvped “yes”, Sharon said several bailed at the last minute. As the organizer of my own book club, I am used to last minute cancellations and did not take it personally. Besides, I am more comfortable in smaller groups anyway. In total I think there were 12 of us and with the exception of 2, I think everyone actually read the book. They all claimed to have really enjoyed it and since two of them gave it 5 stars on Goodreads, I am tucking away my paranoia that they are just being nice. They all said it was difficult to put down towards the end and I agree, I really hit my stride in the last 100 pages or so. There was some mixed answers as to whether they predicted a major twist – most didn’t but a few did. And then there were the questions. Do I work from an outline? Once I finished the book, what were my next steps? Was Stephanie loosely based on me which, after hearing my ‘”yes” answer lead to questions about how many of the other characters were inspired by my life. There was some serious blushing by me when we discussed the sex scenes and questions were asked about my soon-to-be published book Planet Of The Flakes. And much to my surprise, there were, indeed, questions I hadn’t heard before. For instance, how did I come up with the names of my characters? The answer was that, with a few exceptions, I didn’t put much thought into it at all and whatever name came to me while introducing a new character was the name I chose. Another question was whether I believed it was possible to make a living writing. The answer was that, for a select and lucky few, it was possible. For now and for the foreseeable future, I was not one of those people.

All of the women were so kind and seemed genuinely interested and they were all pretty funny too-like the women in my own book club in New York. As with most casual book clubs, the discussion segued to other topics like movies, other books, reality television and Zac Efron. I think I was the one to bring up Zac. I’m a wee bit infatuated…

 

I had brought customized JFWB bookmarks and as the evening drew to a close, the women asked me to autograph them which was super cool. They had all downloaded an e-version of the book so there were no physical books to sign. I know there is a way to autograph a Kindle download but I think that’s kind of lame and so I haven’t looked into it.

The girls all thanked me for coming and one asked if she could send me pages of a WIP if she decided to start writing and of course I said, “yes.” I love when people ask for advice or guidance. It’s a way to pay it forward.

Sharon’s friend Jen let us stay at her apartment that night and on the drive back, she teasingly referred to me as “the talent.” I could get used to that!

All in all – successful and fun night! Book clubs are such a great way to make new friends and I know if I ever left NYC to live somewhere else, joining or starting a book club would be one of the first things I did!

 

 

Writing Whore – Part 2

If you read my blog last week, and I hope you did, you know I am a writing whore. It’s ok, I don’t try to hide it by writing under a pen name. All of my novels (all=one) are published under my real name as are my book and restaurant reviews. There is no shame in being a writing slut!

As much as I enjoy writing, if you asked me to read my work in public, I might be tempted to run away. (It’s a good thing I’m a running slut too!) I’m not a particularly shy or quiet person but getting up to speak in a room full or even half full of people causes significant anxiety.

 

Just a few weeks ago, I was asked to attend a pitch to a potential client. In our prep meeting, I was told I would have to say a few words about myself: my name, my years of experience and what I do in a nutshell. It was not difficult to compile this information since I know my name and how long I’ve been a trademark paralegal and I’ve had to summarize what I do countless times. Nevertheless, the thought of doing this in the presence of four partners, including the chairman of my firm and a bunch of potential clients, set my pulse racing wildly. I wrote down my “speech”, all of 16 words, and recited it over and over again, “Hi, I’m Meredith Schorr. I’m a trademark paralegal with 15 years experience in domestic and international trademarks, including, blah, blah, blah, blah.” “Hi, my name is” Crap, I meant “Hi, I’m Meredith Schorr. I’m a ….” I was still memorizing the stupid piece of paper mere seconds before my turn! And I have no recollection of speaking at all. I just remember it being over.

When I told people my book was being published, many of them asked if I was going on a book tour and if I’d have readings at Barnes & Noble and other brick and mortar book stores. While I did participate in a online book tour (blog tour) and look forward to doing it again with a second novel, there was no big cross-country tour, or (even cross-town tour) for Just Friends With Benefits. I published with a small boutique publisher and have not exactly hit the big time. I’m ok with that although, of course, I still have big dreams of book tours and movie deals. On the flip side, the very idea of reading excerpts from Just Friends With Benefits in public as part of a live book tour sends my knees wobbling, and not the sort of knee wobble one gets from a really good kiss but the sort of knee wobble one gets out of sheer terror!

I was taking a novel writing course with Gotham Writer’s Workshop while I was writing the first draft of JFWB. My awesome instructor, multi-published YA writer, Matt De La Pena, had us read a scene from our pages before beginning the critique. When it was my turn, he ALWAYS chose a sex scene from JFWB. If you’ve read the book, you know there are only a handful of these scenes but out of all the scenes he could have chosen for me to read out loud, he picked the sex scenes! Writing sex scenes is not my favorite thing to do but making me read them out loud to my classmates was just mean!

I’ve always dreaded public speaking. I had to take a public speaking class in high school in order to graduate with a Regents diploma and I worried about it for years prior. I got an A-. I was told I would have gotten an A if I didn’t always speak so fast. Duh – I was trying to get it over with as quickly as possible! Back in the 9th grade, I had to do an oral presentation in my Social Studies class. We had to present some aspect of the world in 3D. I remember creating some sort of globe of the earth with clay. I am the WORST artist and so I’m sure the globe was not a very good representation of the earth but I’m pretty certain the report itself made up for it. I remember the feeling of relief passing through me when I finished the presentation and inquired of my classmates whether they had any questions and crossing my fingers behind my back that no would raise his hand. No such luck. Dante Golio raised his hand and loudly said, “Can you repeat that?” Since I was famous for speed talking, everyone knew what he meant and the entire class erupted into hysterics, including my teacher, Mr. Sherman. I ran out of the classroom crying. It was horrible. I’m on the verge of tears right now just thinking about 14 year old me running out of the class in tears and then having to come back in later with my tail between my legs. Dante never apologized. If he’s reading this or any of my Facebook friends from high school are in touch with him – tell him I’m still waiting for his apology and am glad I said “no” when he asked me on a date in the 7th grade.

I was the maid of honor for my sister’s wedding when I was still in college. The wedding was in February but my toast was written by November. It was a great toast but I had to do about 4 shots of tequila before making it. And since I had a terminal case of laryngitis in my college years, I sounded like a frog. A (very) drunk frog. One of my best friends has now asked me to be the maid of honor for her wedding this June. I haven’t started writing my toast yet but I’ve jotted down notes. I don’t think I’m up for 4 shots of tequila anymore but I will definitely require some liquid coverage.

It goes without saying, but I will say it anyway, that I do not like to sing in public either. In terms of karaoke, I enjoy belting out songs in groups, or even me and just one other person. But as soon as I am alone up there, I feel like Cindy Brady when she got paralyzing stage fright on that game show. I’ve always wished I was a ham and someone who could just get up in front of tons of people without a second thought, but I’m not that person. Years back, my friend Alisa tricked me into singing alone one night at karaoke by promising to sing with me. We were supposed to sing Another One Bites the Dust by Queen. (Strange song choice, I know, but I have a pretty deep voice and there are very few high notes.) Anyway Alisa sang the first two words with me and then *quietly* walked away leaving me on stage alone. I completely froze and when I yelled at her later, she said she was trying to help me overcome my fear. Next time, Alisa: DON’T. Even in the presence of friends I’ve had for almost 20 years, I require multiple drinks and am still nervous on the rare occasion I take the mic at my friend Dan’s house parties. Dan says my “voice is pretty good but I have no stage presence.” That’s because I’m terrified, Dan 😦

In sum, in terms of my least favorite activities, speaking in public is up there with going to the dentist, doing laundry and commuting in the rain and I am most definitely NOT a public speaking slut. I guess you could say I am a public speaking prude 🙂

writing whore

I am stating publicly that I am not a slut. I know some of my friends and family are shocked by this admission. Ok, not really. There was a period of time when I was somewhat of a kissing bandit, but I’ve never been a “slut” in the regular sense of the word. I am, however, a writing whore.

My love of writing began with emails to clients at my first law firm. Actually, I lied. I wrote a song when I was about three years old that my parents still sing back to me sometimes. Thinking back, as a counselor in camp, I also wrote songs for color war. I suppose I was hit by the writing bug earlier than I thought…

Anyway, back to emails to clients – my favorite assignment was reporting the preliminary availability of trademarks for use and registration to clients. Fascinating stuff, really.

Then I started drafting witty departure emails when colleagues/friends left my place of business.

Partners at my old law firm used to send “victory” emails to the entire firm *humbly* giving their fellow partners/associates credit for winning million dollar cases knowing full well that said fellow partners/associates would send a counter email directing the credit back to the partner. I used to write my own victory emails for lesser wins, for example, obtaining a Certificate of Trademark Registration for a client. Of course, I did not send my emails to the entire firm.

When “work” related writing was no longer enough, I dabbled in children stories. I wasn’t very good at it and so I began blogging about dates, family and other personal information. I was very good at this, but become paranoid and stopped. Then one day on my walk to work, I decided to write a novel. I finished that novel, started a second one, finished a second one and have now started writing a third.

But it doesn’t stop there.

I also write book reviews on Amazon and Goodreads, and restaurant and bar reviews on Yelp. (In fact, I was just given Yelp “Elite” status – woot woot!) Basically, if it can be written, I probably want to write it.

Although I guess I always enjoyed writing, I wasn’t always a writing slut. In fact, my sister Marjorie wrote the speech for my Bat Mitzvah. She also wrote one of the speeches I gave in High School for my mandatory Public Speaking class on pet peeves. As the youngest of three children from a broken home, I was pretty spoiled by my sisters. I wouldn’t change a thing about that and suppose I could have milked it throughout my adult life. I probably do in some respects but I guess the slut in me was destined to come out. The writing slut that is. As for the other type of slut, hopefully in my next life 🙂

writer’s block

When you can’t think of anything to write about on your blog!

Really sucks when the goal is to post one a week and it’s been almost two. 

Irritating when you’re trying to build your social media platform and you can’t think of anything to say.

Terrified I will never come up with a blog topic again!

Envious of my writer peers who not only write a blog a week, but a blog a day!

Right?  Those prolific bloggers piss me off!

*shrugs*

Shame I told my mom I wouldn’t write about some of the sex talks we have

 

 Bright side is, I’m having zero issues writing my 3rd novel – no blockage there!

Lame that I’ve resorted to writing a blog about writer’s block.

Opp – yeah, you know me!

Can I really post this?

Kind of looks like I can.