I decided to blog tonight, because I usually blog in the mornings, but one of my monsters has an appointment, so I won't have time. And...since I am hell bent on blogging every day (even though my words go out into space like astronaut urine...)
Here I am.
Okay, so one point that was ponted out over and over and over and over and over at the conference was the need for a good, solid, supportive writing group. The first few times I heard it mentioned, I felt sort of sorry for myself (which is why it was imperative that I had a slice of cheesecake in front of me when it was said)...mainly because I do not have a writers group, or a writing buddy, or any sort of writing support group at all.
Well, I didn't. Then.
BUT......(drum roll please) I do now!!
I met two really nice girls at the conference that I seemed to click with. They live relatively close to me, they both write my genre (which is huge), and they completely rock. One of them is this all natural, earth mother bohemian yoga instructor (and she is skinny and adorable, too, which was reason for me to hate her, but I can't because she is totally awesome) And the other is this beautiful redheaded mother and wife of a firefighter. She looks all put together and ultra classy, yet she writes these wonderful Island based romances that are sure to make my toes curl! *SIGH* I am surrounded with SUCH talent!
So we exchanged information, became Facebook friends, chat on google all the time...and we are meeting for our first meeting next week! I am thrilled! I have been helping one of the girls with her plotting, and so help me, her book sounds fabulous! PLUS...she totally helped me with my plot, too. She helped me to realize just how incredible this new book is going to be. I am excited to get to know these women more. Really excited.
In fact, I am getting paranoid that they are going to think I am a lesbian stalker or something. Which, of course, I'm not.
(Hello! Four kids and a hubby here! Gotta love my MAN!) But if they saw me in the middle of the morning when my hair isn't fixed, and I am wearing my sweats, and the dog licked my pants leg, so there is one of those shiny, slimy slick spots on my knee, and my face is all broken out because I have PMS and I ate my own weight in chocolate the night before (and we won't even get into what that weight is), and I haven't shaved my legs in a week, so it's like a brush fire when I walk....
Then they will probably think I am a lesbian stalker.
Not that there's anything wrong with that. Well, there's something wrong with stalking, but not with being a lesbian. Well, except a lesbian like Charlize Theron in that movie, Monster. She scared me. ("
She scurrrrred me") But anybody could be a serial killer, it had nothing to do with being a lesbian. So I think I should shut up. Dammit, I totally lost sight of what I was talking about. What the hell was I talking about?
But, I digress....
Oh, that's right. My writing group. Seriously, it is great to have women to talk writing with again. Normal, happy, mature, professional women who share a common goal with me.
To write as a career. And you know what? When I talk to these women, when we share ideas, when we share our work with each other...I actually feel hopeful. I haven't always felt this way. There was a time when I felt like I was going to keep writing just for myself and for my friends and "fans" to enjoy...and to be honest: I still feel that way. But, now I feel even more driven. Now I feel like succeeding at this is a possibility! Like, I might actually have a chance! I'm not sure what has changed. I just know that I am being supported by women with common talent and common goals...and....
Again....*SIGH* I am really happy. And excited. And pumped.
Ok, enough. I am heading into lesbian stalker territory again.
Brooke Moss.
