SHE’S ONLY SIX
Life continues. I’d love to put it all on pause so I can sit and WRITE WRITE WRITE!! The characters! Oh those characters.Talking to me. Fascinating me. HAUNTING ME!
Love it.
You have no idea what happens in the homes of some St. Louis, Missouri families. I must say the more conservative the area, the wilder the denizens. So thank you St. Louis for providing me with such juicy material.Look out Jackie Collins! It’s not Hollywood. It’s hotter.
Soooo life. My kid! Miss Boo is six. She’s in first grade. AND SHE’S DISCOVERED BOYS!
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
That kid does everything way too early.
It all started when she met a friend of ours. Handsome. VERY. He walks into a room and everyone loses their breath and their minds! Miss Boo took one look at him and morphed into a teenager. She giggled. She flipped her hair. She cocked her head to the side and grinned. She became tongue tied.
Later she saw his picture on my computer and said, “Swoon!” Then she fanned herself.
Oh boy.
Miss Boo had a substitute teacher. She told us, “Mr. Owen has HUGE muscles. He’s sooo handsome!” She then told me about another sub. “He’s cute, I guess. Yeah, he’s cute. But he’s no Mr. Owen!”
She’s SIX.
Then she asked if she could invite her friend Justin home. “I’ll take him into the laundry room and kiss him!” I told her NO and that Justin would just wipe his face and run away. She just shrugged. “I much prefer Mr. Owen. He’s brown.”
Oh Miss Boo. The teen years are going to be something else!
Where oh where have you gone, Mae?
I need to take a DEEEEEP breath and summon up some courage before making this announcement.
Ready?
I’m writing a book.
*exhale*
It’s not a motherhood book.
WHAT?
Eh, don’t get too excited. There’s no book deal. There’s not even a literary agent. There’s just me so haunted by this extremely twisted story of a housewife who falls into the deep end during a mid life crisis. I’m so moved by this dark and sexed up story that I have to get it out of my brain or I’ll go mad.
Might as well try to write a book to save my sanity.
I’m experiencing the me I’ve never been before. I wake up and I run for a notepad and jot down notes. I wake up at 4am and sit at the computer and develop characters. When the kids play I write. I am living so far inside my own head it hurts.
I’ve also been spending time doing research. I’m interviewing people. I’m going certain places to be exposed to what this woman encounters. It’s quite a fascinating little world!!
There’s a forward now. It’s so sick! The first line of the book- even more screwed up.
I spend hours talking to Matt, working through story lines. He tells me this is a best seller.This is a series on HBO. I smile back because it’s fun to dream, but it’s also terrifying. I know he’s not blowing smoke because I sense it, too. I have a good idea of what works and what doesn’t. This… this is entertainment insanity!
The kids start school in September, so I’ll have all day to spend at the computer. But you know how creativity goes. Can’t force the magic. It happens at odd hours. It happens when the kids need me the most. It’s happening NOW. Matt corrals them so I can write or go out to do my research.
I don’t know if this will become an actual book or not. All I know is that I have to tell the story for my sake. And really, isn’t that what writing should be about? Tell a story so you can free your mind.
So yeah- if there are any publishers reading this, holla holla. I’ve got quite a little gem for you.
Until then, I’ll be around. Don’t be a stranger. I’ll try not to be, either. But I may be a little bit distracted when we talk.
Ennui
Told you my six year old was goth. She has an entire wardrobe of goth clothing, makeup and accessories. We’re amused but wonder how this kid is going to rebel when she’s a teenager. And yes, we get quite the looks when we grocery shop.
Overwhelmed
I’m frowning. When I frown my mother tells me to stop. FROWN LINES! You’re face will freeze that way! Too late, Marge. The Elevens between my eyes are here to stay.
I’m frowning because I have taken on too many projects and cannot keep up. It’s starting to weigh me down and I’m not being a good mom, wife, or friend. Something has to give. I have to stop saying yes to the projects and take some down time.
Now, which project gets dumped??
ACK! Dumping projects is weighing me down and stresssssing me out. GAH!
Guess what? Big Nasty, my MMA trainer is leaving training to take a full time medical sales job. My heart is breaking. Happy for him, sad for me. What am I going to do now?
I’m going to take some ME TIME to give my wittle head a break. I’ll be back soon.
Happy MLK Day from Miss Boo
The ladies hovering in the sky are saying, “Yeah yeah!” And, “Oh yeah yeah!” Miss Boo was quite upset that someone would want to harm such a great man. It’s difficult to explain such a concept to a six year old, even one as wise as Miss Boo. Even we adults have a hard time understanding such things.
Boo’s 6th Birthday Cake
Miss Boo chose her birthday cake this year. It had to be black with pink bats that were bleeding. She also chose what she wanted written on the cake. The results?
YES I AM 39!!!
And damn proud of it, baby!!
You control your age. Don’t let age control you!!
Check out how I spent my birthday in this new video!
Fight Like A Mutha
I moved my blah blah about the MMA fight training over:
http://www.fightlikeamutha.com
It’s called Fight Like A Mutha.
There is also a link up there on the right. See it? Very good!
Your feedback convinced me that the fight training and videos needed it’s own space. Thanks for the suggestion! Please add the new site to your reader service, if you don’t mind. Or I’ll find you and yes, you should be worried. I’m tough now, remember??
EEEEEEEEE
GAH! GAH GAH GAH!! And not in a goo goo ga ga kind of way. Or a Lady GaGa kind of way. I mean in a GAH I can’t think kind of way. I AM OVERWHELMED!!!
I meant to come here and post pics. A christmas video card, even. Did I? NO. Why? Because GAH! Too much going on!! While my life always has too much going on (which is how I like it) now I have TWO three year olds and a five year old to manage as well. Three may be a magic number, but for kids is a…challenging… age. AND when a kid is home from Xmas break? Yeah, you parents of school age children know just what I’m talking about. GAH!
There is much to share with you, but it has to wait. What kind of blogger have I become? Remember the days I lived to blog? Now the blog is another thing I have to get done. That’s no fun. I don’t want to hate my blog. Again. So how about I just come back when I get more time and we can catch up?
Until then- parties! Birthday,holiday, wheeee! I’m still a party girl! Once a party girl, always a party girl. Only this time in my life it’s more about balloons and cake and happy children and less about dancing on table tops while flashing various body parts at amused friends.
We all have to grow up sometime!!
Back soon and hopefully before it’s my birthday and I turn… ack…. NO I REFUSE TO SAY THE NUMBER!!!
