...You've made a horrible mistake.
Today I gave my eldest daughter my lovely, antique pine bedstead, because she was too old for a single bed, really, at fourteen, and because I had gotten a new king sized divan bed.
Oh, what a horrible mistake I have made! The mattress is too soft -- it's like a damn water-bed -- and there's wheels, WHEELS on the base. I have a wooden floor in my bedroom. Wheels do NOT work on a bed base when you have a wooden floor. Next time I get down to something more than sleeping, I'll be lucky if the fucking thing doesn't end up in the hallway!
Besides the fact that the mattress is too soft, and the stupid base has wheels, I realized that all my carefully selected bed sets will no longer fit. Damn. Some of them cost me an absolutely disgusting amount of cash.
Add to that fact that the underneath of my bed has long been a haven for forgotten shoes, bags, hats, the rare odd sock, and a couple of spiders...pandemonium. Himself made me pack up all my shoes, of course, no matter how many spiders were scampering around under there. Three bags later, he's trying to put them on top of the wardrobe and they all topple out, hitting him on the head one by one as they tumble to the floor, reminiscent of those old Disney cartoons where bowling-balls or something equally ridiculous falls on the character from above. HAHA! I held my laughter as long as I could, but eventually had to let rip.
Speaking of rips, I was still wandering around in a light pair of silk pajama bottoms, and whilst bent over, sticking my nose under the bed...yes, you guessed it -- they split. So, now I'm down one pair of silk pj's, a lot of bed covers and an antique pine frame. Lovely. I should have just stayed in the old bed, crying about a need to write -- "Why won't you just leave me alone!?" -- and I might have avoided all of this.
As you all know -- or maybe you're just finding me, which is cool too! -- I write Paranormal Romance, and some parts of it can get a bit dark and a bit gritty, and I absolutely love writing the stories of all my imaginary friends. I can't wait to get Donovan's story out to you all -- the Beta Babes (my she-wolves) are going ga-ga for it, and tell me it's a hundred times as good as the previous one.
You might even know that I've been working on a secret project this past week. I literally woke up on Saturday morning with my mind FULL of this story, and had to start it right away. I didn't even get off my bed all day, because I was too embroiled with my story. I think -- well I hope! -- that you're all going to enjoy this new story, which has turned into another series, just as much as the Moon Bound series. It's not Paranormal Romance. This is contemporary, and taboo, and beautiful. I heart my new characters so much. I'm about four chapters from The End, which is a new record for me, personally -- the characters are basically writing this story themselves, using me as a conduit.
All will be revealed soon, so keep your eyes peeled...
In the meantime, I've lowered the price of the first in the Moon Bound series, Bound by Fate, to 99c, at least for the duration of October and all the take-overs I have planned, so now is the time to pick up a copy on the books page. ;)
I went with my fellow Thespians in Naas Musical Society to the professional production of Blood Brothers last night. First time seeing the show. My God it was fantastic! We met up early, for pre-show drinks. As you do, right? And I held on as long as I could, but you know that by the interval I was literally wiggling in my seat with the need to pee. So, the lights came up and Mandy was GONE! There was a queue a mile long for the ladies, and seeing as we were up a stairs, with no elevator in sight, my friend and I decided to take advantage of the disabled bathroom.
The relief. Oh, the relief. Upon finishing our business, we opened the door to see the queue for the ladies longer than before, and as we were slinking away, heard one of the women waiting whisper to her friend, "there were TWO girls in there."
Imagine their shock if they'd known my friend was gay, haha.
I've been working on a secret project the past couple of days, and the story just seems to be rolling from my mind to the laptop with very little interference. GREAT! I'm 32 thousand words in already, and can't wait to unveil it all to my fans.
It's going to be something in a similar genre, but not a paranormal romance. It's a little bit taboo. A little bit hot. It's one of those secret guilty pleasures, you know?