All About You (Krissie)

I’m finally ready to move ahead on the book after absolutely months of rewriting. It would have been faster to write a whole new book, but I’ve loved this unusual (for me) process. I was so excited I almost forgot refab.

I’m excited about Working Wednesdays, but I’m doing so many interesting things I’m probably going to throw them up (not literally) at other times as well. I just passed day 201 of studying Danish (I’m using Duolingo as well as a number of other programs and Duolingo keeps track). Been working on my sewing room, attempting some order in the bedroom (you can barely walk through it) plus writing. I’m getting a little discouraged about the weather here – I’d just like it to reach 80, fer gawd’s sake! I want to float in my pool but it’s too effing cold! My floatie died and I got a new one from Amazon. Looks great, doesn’t it? And I’ve got one of those blow up pools, about 4 feet deep, with a ladder. Now I knew getting on that sucker was going to be difficult, so I climbed two steps up the ladder and tried to fling my leg over. Next thing I knew I was under water with the floatie on top of me. Mama don’t like going under water. I had my iPhone in a water-proof bag that wasn’t completely waterproof (I was listening to an old Georgette Heyer). Undaunted (though with water up my nose), I climbed up on the ladder again, flung my leg over and … you guessed it. I’m looking forward to watching Richie try to get on it but it was too cold for him yesterday. I think we’ll break 80 today.

Anyone who’s got extra energy could send out some healing light or prayer or whatever you do for my cousin Helen who’s going under the knife at 1 today. It’s not looking so good but I’m optimistic, or at least trying to be.

And I’ve been writing the loveliest book in my head about Tom Hiddleston. That man is just adorable, as far removed from my heroes as a human could be (though I use the actor part of him as hero material). The real man seems to be the kindest, sweetest man, and I’m doing this book in my head that would never work because all the tension is in the heroine, but damn, it’s fun! Also, a great way to fall asleep.

What’s on your agenda? I get to write!!!! I’m going to meditate for an hour at one (for my cousin) and float in the pool in the afternoon, and then write like mad the rest of the time. And that’s my plan for the week. At night I do a little work on my revamped sewing room, then I play the guitar and sing, study my Danish, listen to an audiobook, and then move on to  Hiddleston. My, it’s a good life (both kids are stable and content – no crises).

So what’s on your agenda? Who would you most like to f .. er, who would you be most likely to have sexual fantasies about if you didn’t have to be embarrassed or married or old or fat or skinny or whatever? If you could be anyone you want, and the love of your life wasn’t around, who would you choose?

I want answers! Surely I can’t be the only one who does this. Come on, don’t be shy. (And the person doesn’t have to be alive or old in your fantasies. I’d take James Dean in a flash). Or hey, if you’re feeling shy – who would you model your perfect hero on?

And now, for your delectation:

All About You (Krissie)

That’s me, all clean and shiny after a shower. That light on my face is electric. I’m wearing my Belle Books “Rise and Shine, Buttercup, no one else’s gonna write that book” and drinking mango peach seltzer (the best ever) and eating a Kashi peanut butter breakfast bar (my go to – 140 calories and I order them from Amazon). Weight’s still off – now I have to dip down lower, but summer is a good time for that.

It is raining. It rained every day last week. It rained every day the week before. It’s supposed to rain to at least Thursday. Maybe snow in the higher elevations tonight, and I’m in the higher elevations. So it’s cold, and dark, and wet. If I ever move to the Pacific Northwest it’s gonna feel like the tropics.

I’m in the midst of taking my 3/4 of a book and ripping it apart, tossing things right and left, twisting stuff like a pretzel, creating a new villain, turning the old one into a complicit but not evil person. (and that just sent me off into a political diatribe which I then cut, and putting it in another post so people can avoid it. I understand the need to avoid politics).

Jenny’s process and mine are so different I can’t imagine how we ever managed to collaborate on two books (and I love those books. Go figure). I assume all of you read Argh. The first time I met Jenny, face to face, she did a little talk about her process (she was writing Harlequin Temptations at the time) and my eyes bugged out and my mouth dropped open and I said “you do that for every book?” in tones of horror.

I’m a natural born writer. I know it, and Jenny says so too. Stories come to me, framework and worm (okay, what the hell is worm?  It’s auto-correct, but I have no idea what I had originally said.  I don’t think it was work)  are usually instinctive. Most of the time I just write it and it works. (That doesn’t mean it works for you – matters of taste are a different thing entirely. As Jo Beverley used to say, you can’t expect everyone to love your books. You just have to find the ones who will.)

But every now and then I get a book that just doesn’t get itself together, for whatever reasons. And then I have to pull a Jenny on it, ripping it apart, turning the damned thing into a (choke) outline, printing it up, slashing and cutting and killing all my darlings. Well, not all of them – then it wouldn’t be any fun.

So that’s what I’m doing – surgery on a book that be glorious in the end. In between stenciling doll furniture and making clothes and talking to my fabulous grandchildren via FaceTime and really enjoying my birthday and loving my husband and not worrying as much about my children cause I can’t fix them and ….

So, what’s on your agenda?

 

Update:  It’s 37 degrees at 2:11 pm.  I had to put on one of Jenny’s warm shawls.  Brrr.  In other news, I’m finally learning all of Le Marseillaise.

All About You (Krissie)

Godmorgen min børn. My dansk goes apace, though I’m running into software problems. My favorite software (Nemo) won’t reset on my new iPad Air, and with over a thousand words I’m not about to start from the begynnelse. However, it looks as if I was just about at the end of the programs – there were only a few words and phrases left – so it’s time to upgrade anyway. Man, I love learning the language. Because I mostly do it at night in bed, and because Richie and I are practically attached at the hip, he’s learning a lot too, so we’re always speaking to each other in dansk.
But I digress. I spent intensive time last week redoing BANISH MISFORTUNE, my first RITA-winning book, and, I discovered, one of my very best ones. I usually update the books – make it an unspecified present time though it would change things too much if I added computers and cell phones – but at the last minute I decided to keep this in the time it was written. It’s too perfect a microcosm of my life back then, filtered through fiction. It’s also painful and really really good.
The reason I’m so surprised about it is that it was part of a failed effort by Harlequin and it sold 5k books, a really tiny amount. No one read it, it was never reprinted, and I had only vague memories of it. It’s hit me like a sledgehammer, and I’m going to talk about it more over at my website blog. I’ll post a link here when I do.
In the meantime, I revised the book, wrote a little on Emma and Brandon (but Banish was due on the 10th). I did some sewing, bought some interesting stuff, including my new iPad (the old was ancient with a cracked screen and 12gb – the new one has 128 gb.) Hence the software problem.
And oh my God I saw Beauty and the Beast and I am aux anges! That’s a regency term for those who don’t know it, meaning I’m with the angels, i.e. in heaven. Have to see it again, preferably in 3d. Didn’t get swimming, mud season has arrived, we had another fucking snow storm, we closed on our refinancing. A crazy week.

But this week we get Goddess Time! Lani and her two daughters are meeting me down at Crusie’s (they’re all pagans, despite that fact that Crusie and I can both recite the Apostolic Creed from memory) so they don’t care if it’s Easter, and I’m flexible. I missed Palm Sunday (overslept) and apparently the Breitchsneiders brought their miniature donkeys to church!

Richie’s making me coffee (I like Sumatran) and I gotta get to work. So this week, I drive down to Jenny’s, listening to new books (the new Lisa Kleypas is phenomenal), we’ll go to the eye doctors and the vet, Lani will arrive, I’ll try to talk them into going to Beauty and the Beast and most likely fail, and we will have a lovely time.

So, what’s on your agenda, my children? Anything fabulous?

Writer’s affirmations (Krissie)

Hey, guys.  I’m trying to get more active on-line, but I hate selling books (love yakking).  Hmmm.  Does that sound like I love throwing up?  Talking, I mean.

Anyway, did another post on my website.  I took Monday’s post and put it up over there (I mean the refab post) but I’m giving them another.  I can copy them here if you want, or just post a link when I do.  What would you guys prefer?  They’re going to be combination writing and life posts, probably weighted a bit more toward writing than I have here.

http://anne-stuart.com/drama-queen/