Friday, January 30, 2009

Join Us Tomorrow!

Tomorrow, January 31, is the first official meeting of the Eastern Long Island Romance Writers (heretofore known as ELIRWA). We've ordered the bagels and coffee, we've planned the agenda, now all we need is you! If you're in the eastern area of Long Island and looking for a group to support you in your writing journey, come on down to Riverhead Free Library and hear what we have to say. No pressure. Just a promise that you'll feel welcome and among friends.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

From the Bizarro News Files

Over the last week or so, I've seen some pretty bizarre news stories and I have to question whether people are willing to do anything for publicity, or I'm one of the rare few who hasn't hopped the Crazy Train.

First, in the "Not Another Author Attempting to Fool All of the People Some of the Time" Department comes this NY Times article about a bestselling author who wrote an essay about attending a play at his son's school. Only problem is, it wasn't his story and had actually been copyrighted by another author years earlier. Mr. Bestseller claims he's told the story so many times he must have subconsciously considered it his own memory rather than an anecdote he'd read. Umm...yeah. Because I always remember someone else's kid's moments as being my own kid's moment. Nice try.

Here's another goodie: Talk about a bad case of "I want my stuff back!" A NY man is suing his estranged wife to get his kidney back (or the monetary equivalent: 1.5 million dollars) as part of their divorce settlement. Seems he donated the organ to his then loving spouse a few years ago. Learning she cheated on him and now frustrated with their ever-wrangling divorce proceedings, he wants more than blood from this rock. Who do you blame? The bitter husband, the cheating wife, or the lawyer who thought it a good idea to file the lawsuit? Saddest of all? This couple has three children who will now come face to face with this ugliness.

And because bizarro behavior isn't limited to the U.S., here's a story from Australia about the Blow-Up Doll Thief who breaks into sex shops, steals blow up dolls, blows them up, has sex with them, and discards them in an alley.

Okay, laugh all you want, but guess what? If I tried to write a story that had any of these bizarro incidents included, no editor would allow the story to go to print. Truth really is stranger, and often, more unbelievable, than fiction.

Where am I?

Remember last week when I said a New Year meant new changes? Yeah...well, welcome to '09, baby! Those changes are already swirling around me like a pod (school? swarm?), a whole bunch of octupus (octopi?). Forget it. You get the idea. Here's what's currently stirring up my current:

I'm judging two contests--one of them, The Golden Heart. (Don't go running out to ship me chocolates, entrants! I may be cheap but I'm not easy.)

I'm working on my WIP (but really need some solid time to actually write lots of pages at once.) I'm so close to the Black Moment, I can taste it on the horizon. It's like a big block of dark chocolate justoutofreach when you've been living on water and lemon rinds for weeks.

And I'm deeply involved in a major project that requires a tremendous amount of my time and attention right now. Can't say much more at the moment, but you'll start hearing the tremors soon, I'm sure. This particular project is exciting, exhausting, and frustrating all at the same time. More to come at a later date.

I sense a very large pot of coffee in my future.