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Yeah. That about sums it up. I have never second guessed myself on a novel, and here I am. And it irritates me. But I think I've finally gotten a hold of the problem and am ready to face it head on. With a little help from my trusty sidekick, Diet Pepsi, of course.
I'm cutting out the paranormal angle completely. I find myself having to insert it when I don't want to have to work at it. I've obviously been spoiled. Usually the words flow from the brain and into the fingers. I'll have to go back and edit the parts that overlap in the manuscript. I'm only about 20,000 words in, so I suppose I'll live. And taking the paranormal parts out actually makes my heroine stronger. She's a fierce heifer anyway, but this gives her more.

I decided that if I want to see any of the clothes I USED to wear, I must begin to exercise again. Therefore, I ordered a tae-bo tape and did it yesterday. Can I just tell everyone that Billy Blanks utterly kicks my ass? But I love it. I feel like I'm doing a little ass-kicking of my own when the DVD is on. All that kicking and punching. WOO! I loves it.

And...for an utterly fun flashback...some TV channel was playing "Moonlighting" the other night. I LOVED "Moonlighting." I'm serious. I had the flipping soundtrack. I kept the TV covers. May have to do with the fact that my birthday is the same is Cybil Shepards, and I thought she rocked. A beautiful, black evening gown with orange day-glo tennies? Yeah. I'd do that. ANYWAY...it was the "Taming of the Shrew" episode.
First, I LOVE that story. LOVE IT. Second, I HAD to watch it. I let out a very girly squeal when I saw what was on. (This, in itself, is rare) I watched it and then checked the tv guide thing for what year it was released. 1986. Yeah. That's right. Nineteen freaking eighty-six. Almost TWENTY years ago.
Hello. That's a generation. That's two freaking decades. That is SEVEN years before my first child was born. I was like a sophomore in high school. And yes, if you couldn't already tell, I was stunned.
Wait a minute! I'm only 33. That's not old. Hell. That's not even halfway old. I was doing mental math for five minutes and freaking myself out. Once again-OCD and numbers DO NOT MIX.
And just when I thought I calmed down, insomnia struck. Then I had to watch VH1's "100 Greatest Kid Stars." (Yeah. Had to. *snickering*)
Do you know how OLD most of them are now?
In their thirties. They have kids of their own. I must have watched all four hours of it (until two o'clock last night) with my jaw scraping the floor.
The little boy off "Roseanne" has two kids. Candace Cameron has a couple of kids. Hell, MY kids watch "Full House" like little addicts. They don't miss an episode. Tina Yothers off of "Family Ties"? She's in a freaking rock band. Black hair and piercings.
I honestly don't know if the show was a trip down memory lane or just a trip. *making mental note to block VH1 before I have to have therapy*
Grins*