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Thiefs! No really 1st, 2nd, and ideas.

They sucked the life out of me! Don’t ask me who, but some damn body has. I’ve been down and out…sick since late Friday evening…it’s Sunday now. When I stand I feel like I’m a beginner on stilts. I look like a new born giraffe wobbling around. Saturday I didn’t eat, today I’ve taken a few bites trying to regain my strength but it’s not here. Don’t feel bad for me. Give me no sympathy please. Just do me one small favor. Hunt these energy suckers down and give me back what they took.

Enough of the whiney stuff, let me introduce you to some things that are in my works. I’ve written my first novel. It’s complete. Took me 2 weeks to throw up on several pieces of paper! It’s now sitting in the lap of my best friend, Bree, bless her heart. It’s rough, I know it is. I’ve re-read it and laughed my butt off realizing that I should have listened to my English teachers while I was in school. Everyone smiles, nods, whispers, raises, and gasps. Bless them all. Bree’s giving me better insight on descriptive stuff.

Now from the 1st book stems the 2nd book. You all will need an answer…oohh I’m getting your attention. You’re gonna love it. I’m hoping to keep the title if whoever is awesome enough to publish my awesomeness on paper. Am I allowed to tell you it? I’m naïve with the rules of this stuff. I just want to write.

Last night, I finished reading a 3 part series book. I have never been so livid before in my life. The author destroyed this book. I know, and I mean I know, this author could have rocked this book, but no, my 10 year old apparently helped her write it. So why the hell was I so livid? I have a binder I keep all my ideas written down in, which one of these ideas was ALMOST exactly like what this author just destroyed. So now what? If I stick to the idea I have, it’s going to look like I copied her reworded it and made it to something great or I can send it back to the outline section of my brain and figure a new and improved version back out. Sucks…I was already in love with my idea. Decisions, decisions, decisions.

When an idea comes slamming itself into my forehead, I watch the movie first. What?! Yep. My books stem from me playing a movie, seeing every emotion, every action, every blink, every water droplet, every single thing plays in my mind like a movie. It’ amazing to see it…until your ass tries to put it on paper with words that stop in junior high school. Side note: Thesaurus.com has become my best friend.

Since I wrote my first book I have a passion that drives me insane. I get a small idea, several during the day, and I write it down wishing I could stop the homework piling on my desk, put the kids to bed, and write the whole damn book right there. Does anyone else have this problem? I’ve scattered my thoughts on this paper enough, I’m itching to write now. Have a blessed evening. 🙂