Friday, October 27, 2006

Okay, Julie, here's my response to your challenge. Is this what you had in mind or did I miss the point entirely?
Chapter One

“Logan…. Logan….. Hello LOGAN!” Mike practically shouted as he waved his hand in front of his client’s face.
“Wha… oh, sorry… Guess I spaced out some.” Logan Ashford said, sitting up straight in his chair and trying to focus on the proceedings going on around the large polished oak table. “What’d I miss?” Logan hates the mundane, would much rather be out doing something active, being a part of life instead of contracting it.
Mike chuckled and said, “Sorry we’re so dull that you can’t stay awake, we’re almost finished up here. You need to sign these papers, same stuff as always; you’re agreeing to produce 2 new albums in the next forty-two months for the specified amount… yada, yada, yada… legal mumbo jumbo.”

Logan perused the legal document in front of him and signed on the dotted line. He replaced the cap on the pen and stood up, taking his copy of the contract and leaving the room as quickly as possible; leaving his manager and the lawyers behind before they could bring up some other bit of business that he just had to take care of. He just wanted to write music and sing… that’s what he got into this business to do, not paperwork and sitting around in meetings that were dull enough to turn his brain to mush.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft hiss and Logan stepped inside, glad the cubicle was empty… even more glad that the doors slid closed just as Mike and the lawyers for New Wave Studios came walking toward the elevators. He saw their steps quicken but the doors connected and the elevator started moving 15 floors down to the parking garage. Logan sighed with relief as his car was brought up. He eased behind the wheel and tipped the Valet before maneuvering the car into traffic and pointing it toward home.
Home and peace and quiet. Logan let out a cynical laugh. Peace and quiet were something he hadn’t had in ages it seemed. Everywhere he went he was pursued by tabloid photographers and fans. The fans he didn’t mind so much… well, except for the overzealous ones that tried to pull him apart. It was like they wanted an arm or chunk of his hair to take home as a souvenir. Singing, the one thing he loved in the entire world, was becoming a chore and he hated that. The love of his life- music- is becoming a job and he's struggling with that. He wants it to be fun again.
Logan’s car sped toward the hills where his house was nestled back away from the street and nosey people were kept out by high fences and higher trees… It was his million dollar prison, as he jokingly called it… but it wasn’t a joke; not really. He was a prisoner in his own home because people couldn’t keep their noses in their own business and insisted on minding his. Fame and fortune isn't all it's cracked up to be. His life isn't his own anymore and no matter how glamorous his prison, it's still a prison.

Saturday, October 21, 2006


I'm officially entered in the National Novel Writers Month contest. I, and many other writers, have to write a 50,000 word novel between November first and November thirtieth. I'm excited to start because I have a great idea for a story. It's a story idea that came to me when I was listening to Toby Keith's song "You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This." I hope it comes out as good as it is in my head.

no word yet from Harlequin on my first MS. I keep checking the mail everyday anxiously hoping for a letter at least acknowledging that they received my Q&S.

Anyway, I'll post something here as soon as I hear anything.

Today is my daughter's eleventh birthday party. It has a 50's theme so she and her friends are wearing poodle skirts and listening to Elvis Presley music. Loads of fun.

Saturday, October 07, 2006


I finished my book yesterday and mailed off the submission request letter to the publisher. It's been an amazing journey and I hope it gets even more amazing. I discovered a few things about myself during the process of writing this book. Such things as, I am capable of finishing something :D I am very good at blocking out external irritations while I write :) I feel more at peace with my life when I'm able to write as much as I want to.

It's a beautiful thing, self discovery. And now I'm writing up the outline for my second book :o)

There's no such thing as too much of a good thing.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Cruizing Rite Along

I reached chapter 12 in my book today and have just over 50,000 words written. The storyline is really coming along and I'm hoping that it'll be a published work by this time next year. I have several ideas already for other books so as soon as this one is done and the MS is sent off to the publishing house of my choice, I'll start on another work and be just as excited to see that once come alive on my computer screen and in my heart.

Some people say that writing is a work of art but to me, it's a work of heart. By the time I've finished this book, the characters will be a part of who I am, that- in my opinion- goes beyond art.

Friday is my oldest child's 15th birthday. I have two teenagers in the house! Yikes. Birthday season is almost over. Only one birthday after this one on Friday. In two weeks my second daughter will be 11 and the baby just turned 9, wow, it's busy around here. I love school- when the kids are in it :D