When I lost me

I seem to find bits of myself now. Little pieces I thought I lost along the past year. Some are probably gone forever. Some a bit beat up. But some are exactly what I need when I need it.

I'm in a better place now. A place I haven't seen in oh-so-many years. A place where I can recognize myself with all my fallacies and foibles. And I'm well with it. Because this is it. And some people really don't get it.
There's no second go-round. You don't get to zip right back to your life after it's gone.
It's...well...gone.

The decisions you make today affect tomorrow and every day past that. And not only do your decisions affect yourself, there's a ripple effect. Little pieces of your energy bouncing off or clinging to others in your life.
You don't get to throw up your hands and say DO OVER!!! Nope. No such luxury.

Every bit of hatefulness you spout comes back to you.
Every bit of spitefulness that you feel so righteous in sharing will eventually bite you on the ass.
Every time you dismiss someone or something out of hand...you'll regret it.

On the other hand...
Every bit of love you offer to the world will return to you tenfold.
Every kind word will echo in your and the recipient's heart for an eternity.
Every loving gesture makes all the difference in the world.

Don't wrap yourself in martyrdom and tell yourself that you feel validated. Accept your shortcomings. Your errors. Your life.
And then start to build on a foundation that will carry you and yours through the hard times.
My best,
Crystal*

Yesterday and today

I took yesterday off.
And OMG! It was absolutely glorious!!!

Had my hair done in the morning. Cut, colored, and highlighted. But I want stronger highlights, so I'll be going back for more next week. Came back to town and shopped a bit.
Picked the chickens up some clothes.
And some for me, too!
A new pair of jeans, a top, and new undies. *grins*
Love me some undies. And if that's possibly TMI...Too Damn Bad. lmaoooooooooo
(Oh! And guess what? My jeans are a size smaller than they were. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!)

Today is a bit hectic. Back at work. We have people out again. So we're a bit shorthanded. Hasn't been too terribly bad. *knock on wood* We'll see how the afternoon pans out.
Hoping for the best.

I think I had a dream last night about WATS. Hmmmmm...it's a vague recollection. But interesting. This is the story that just keeps getting bigger and bigger. So I'm just going to hop on and take it where it leads me. It's rather exciting. *grins*
OK. And slightly scary as hell. :)~~

We're closed Monday for MLK Day. The chickens and I will have to go get into something.
Be afraid.
Be VERY afraid.
Grins*

Writing perks

Morning, y'all!

I have a bit of good news. Programmed for Pleasure is #1 on Fictionwise for Whiskey Creek Press. And it's #15 out of over 4000 in the Erotic section. *grins*
(late correction: #8!!!)
So that tends to perk one up on a sleepy Monday morning.
I also have my fingers crossed for a good review from Romantic Times Magazine for this one. That'll be out the next issue, March 2008.

Also a possibility that the local newspaper may interview me. This...ought to be interesting. *laughing*

Worked on Wind Goddess this weekend. And my little noggin' is mulling over possibilities for WATS and SWTWC. Just a whole bunch of ideas bouncing around.

More good news!!!
THE PACKERS WON!!!
Oh yes. It's true. *grins* And don't think I wasn't yelling and freaking my children out Sunday because of it. LOL
So that means that the Packers and Giants will play for the NFC Championship. Then the winner of that one goes to the SUPER BOWL!!!

*ahem*
Though it will be a tad bit easier to focus on the um...writing...when it's not football season.
*scuffing toe* Such as it is.

Have a good one! Even if it IS Monday.
How about...in spite of it?
Grins*

Writing

Hello my lovelies!

It's all about the writing today.

What shall I endeavor to impart today? Words of wisdom? Precious pearls of pithiness? Annoying alliteration?
Obviously.
*grins*

I simply want to talk about the writing.

When I talked at Red Dirt, I tried to stress the importance of writers listening to their literary souls. Because when that voice is heard and validated, the writing is as it should be. I'm not talking Hemingway here. But I'm speaking to the deep sense of satisfaction writers feel when the words convey what we selected them to convey.
Ah, bliss.

I find my writing pattern changes with the wind nowadays. I let my schizophrenic tendencies take over. Whether that means writing out of order (a major occurence as of late) or simply working on four different works at the same time (my desktop is NOT loverly), I embrace that. Because that's in my literary comfort zone.

Gone are the days when I had all the free time in the world to sit down and conjure up a fictional world. Long gone, my friends. Now I snatch time as I can from the steely jaws of Father Time (I wonder...does he REALLY have steely jaws?) and work with what I am able to work with.
So each word is precious.

I HATE the delete button. I really, really do. Say I'm bipping along, weaving my story, and I hit a speed bump. When I, myself, am taken out of the story. THIS is the Kiss of Death. If I can't even follow it, who the hell else is going to? But I never continue in the same vein. Deleting a sentence or two is fine. Deleting half a page makes me look extremely hard at my cocktail selection.

I also know, when starting any one novel, whether it is more traditional romance fare or the naughty stuff.
(You know I love both.)
But with a title like Programmed for Pleasure...methinks that an explanation of content would be unnecessary. *grins*

I find that the more accepting of my style, the easier the writing. When I looked back on this past year and realized Programmed for Pleasure released in November 2007 and Water Goddess released in December 2007, I was amazed. Just a month apart.
And the fascination with this?
Programmed for Pleasure is a Controversial Romance. There is sex aplenty. There are toys, voyeurism, and other such things.
Water Goddess has one integral love scene.
A complete dichotomy of my books.
But yet, undeniable extensions of me.
And I'm well with that.

So I'm simply saying...be who you are. Write what you know or what fascinates you.
Don't shut down those voices in your head (Wait...is that just me???).
Embrace who you are. The life you can bring to your story.
And don't be afraid to foray into paths less travelled.
THAT'S when the real story begins.
Grins*

Are you kidding me???

Yesterday, work was fine. I was an overachiever, actually. Did my job plus several other extras.
Fine and dandy.

When I arrived at work this morning, the computer network was down. That, my friends, was the beginning of the end.
Of my sanity.

We were also short a worker. So the two people in my department (my boss and I) were it. Me=highly displeased.
And she had two meetings today.
One in the morning. One this afternoon.
Me=slightly homicidal.

Boss called in a sub (Thank the Lord!!!). And that lightened the load a bit. But it simply seemed to be one hideous thing after another this morning.
K and I looked at each other and were like...hmmm...time to shut the doors and find a cocktail with our name on it.
The good news?
That'll happen after work today.
A bunch of us are going to go to a local pub and celebrate a couple of birthdays and my Romantic Times nomination. (I like to squeeze that in whenever I can. The cocktail AND the mention of my nomination. *grins*)

So. I'm biding my time. Watching the clock. And waiting to start my weekend.
Because, dear Lord, it HAS to get better.

Grins*

Wonders never cease

Wow.
My second blog post in as many days.
*checking my head for a fever*

There was a bit of a discussion today at work this morning about the honor I received from Romantic Times Magazine.
Several co-workers would like to see if there's possibly a way to fundraise or seek funds so that I can go to Pittsburgh.
I'm not even contemplating it. It's one of those...if it happens...I'll probably pass out.
So, we'll see.
*concentrating on NOT hyperventilating*

If, however, I cannot go, I think I'm going to ask a fellow Oklahoma author to read a small thank-you note if I win. (Yeah. A girl can dream. *grins*)

Today's my cousin's 21st birthday. Go visit him. He's bringing sexy back. lmao
What a nut.

The chickens are doing well. We had a nightful of homework last night. OMG. My reluctant education continues. And there are term papers in my baby chicken's future. Yes! PAPERS as in plural.
Oh Lord.

Tonight is Biggest Loser and SVU. Good night of television. Making some chicken with a veggie.
Now. If I can just make it until 5:30 pm.
Grins*

Wisdom from middle chicken

Let me preface this with saying that when I had oldest chicken, we had a routine. Up at a certain time. Breakfast. Lunch. Nap. Dinner.
Then along came middle chicken (who at the time was simply second chicken. I mean, really. Who knew?).
Middle chicken is a night owl. Completely opposite, as far as her biorhythms go, to oldest chicken.
So when I say it's bedtime...guess who's dragging her feet?
Yep.

But this is also a rather neat time for her and I. If she's in the mood to talk, she'll come flying into my room and lay down by the bed. This is my cue. Middle chicken is feeling chatty.
Let the conversation begin.

Middle chicken is a lot like me insofar as the fact that she will jump randomly from subject to subject. This drives other people batshit. I'm well with it.

First we talk about good memories. Things that middle chicken misses from the old house. A walk down memory lane. Then she says that she can't remember being in my stomach. And that it's disappointing. Because she knows she was there. And she REALLY has no recollection of before the time her dad's sperm met my egg.
Yeah. lmao
She said that.

We then jump off into a discussion of Runescape (trademark this). Runescape is an online game playing venture that lets teens interact with each other like a little village. Think 1800's England or something of the sort.
THOUSANDS of teens play this game. My girls love it.

Middle chicken then proceeds to tell me that she's a lower level on the game and that one of the higher level guys kind of watches out for her and makes sure no one picks on her because of her lower level.
Then SHE took up the mantle, and a chickie (level fifty something) saw this and gifted my chicken with game jewels and money and whatnot. Middle chicken buys a bunch of crowns (we ARE talking middle chicken here) and proceeds to disperse them among the crowd.
One of the girls that approaches her asks if she can have one since she isn't cool outside the game and people make fun of her.
MC says that sure she can have the crown, but not for that reason. She can have a crown because she wants it. Not because of the other stuff. The crown is for her to enjoy. Not to wear as a shield.
The girl is impressed. She asks if MC is "cool." MC responds...I'm just normal. And then proceeds to give this girl a pep talk and explain that other people can't dictate how you feel about yourself. And if you feel good about yourself, nothing can change that.
The girl asks if MC will tell other girls this. MC isn't on very often, and she declines.
Fast forward.
The girl MC helped tells another girl what MC said. This second girl was being verbally abused about her weight. Second girl actually POPS (I'm NOT advocating this) thin chickie. Thin chickie holes up at her house out of embarrassment and begins eating non-stop. Second girl feels better.
And MC says...don't be happy with her misery. Now you're just like her.

Can you imagine?
All this wisdom in middle chickens little teen body. I'm amazed. Told her I was proud. Why, she asked.
Because, I told her, you said exactly the right thing.

There are days when you look at your offspring and glow with the pride and joy they inspire. This was one of those many days.
Grins*

2008 Resolutions

Ok, readers. Here they are:

1. Work on being healthier. I've dropped 60 pounds already. Would like to drop another 60. We'll see how that pans out. *munching on my baked chips*
2. Workout more. (Hello YMCA)
3. Join OKRWA. (I already know quite a few members. Know I just have to haul my cookies to the meetings.)
4. Write more. (And no. I'm not talking about blogging. lmao)
5. Be more active with the chickens. (I hope to God this doesn't include wrestling on my living room floor. *grins*)
6. Be more organized. (THIS is an uphill battle.)
7. Work on more promotion and networking.
8. Realize that I shouldn't be on the bottom of my priority list. (The Mama has needs, too!)

That's about it.
Wish me luck!
Grins*

Diverse Reading

I work around books. Yes, it IS Heaven on earth. *grins*
So my chickies are exposed to all sorts of literature. But they all have very different reading tastes.

I love romance. Um...obviously. lmao
But I also like to dip into Teen Fiction occasionally. Clive Barker. Stephen King. And I enjoy classics such as Little Women and Our Town.

Baby Chicken likes to read A Man Called Dave. She read the hell out of Junie B. Jones several years back. And she's at that in-between age of not quite juvenile fiction, not quite teen fiction. And she's so picky. Not that I blame her. Why read it if you can't enjoy it?

Middle Chicken used to read Captain Underpants. She owns all of them. You have to have a particular type of humor to enjoy these um...interesting books. LOL
Now, she's discovered Gossip Girl Books and It Girl Books. *eye roll* They SO don't tell you about this in the Mama manual. Now she has dreams and aspirations of going to New York.
*gasp* *wheeze*
She's killing me.
Oh! And a series of books about an English teenage girl. It has SNOGGING in the title. *sigh*
Thanks so much, J.K.Rowling. HA!

Oldest Chicken will read anything that has to do with High School Musical. *sigh* Yeah. That includes the Honeycomb Cereal box. Sheesh. Who knew? But she also devoured all the Harry Potter books. And literature with a magical bent captures her attention.

We've come a long way from Hop on Pop, Put Me in the Zoo, and Green Eggs and Ham.
And I'm sure there are lots more books to discover on the way. Worlds to explore. Laughter to share.
It's one of the greatest gifts I can give my children.
Now.
If only I can keep Middle Chicken in Oklahoma.
Grins*

The BESTEST news!!!

Hello all!

I'm going to be ending 2007 on a lovely note. Seems that The Portrait is nominated for a Romantic Times 2007 Reviewers' Choice Award!!!
OMG!!! *squee*

From the website:
2007 was another great year for readers. So many fabulous books were published! We reviewed more than 250 books in each issue of RT BOOKreviews -- more than 3,000 titles for the entire year. Our ace reviewers and editors have scoured 12 months' worth of reviews to compile the best of the best for the annual Romantic Times BOOKreviews Career Achievement and Reviewers' Choice Awards. For the Reviewers' Choice nominees, our star team selected only those novels that deeply resonated with them. The Career Achievement nominees are authors who have continuously crafted superior books throughout their careers. (The list of nominees is also printed in February 2008 issue of RT BOOKreviews.)
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Out of over 3000 titles...they picked one of mine.
*GRINS*
Yeah.
That does it for me.
Crystal*

2008

Looking ahead
Not looking back

The best to you and yours!!!
Crystal*

Revelations

The girls and I drove past the old house that burned a year ago. It upset middle chicken the most, but I think all in all, it was a good time for more closure.
And as I feel like I've aged a decade this year at times, I realize several things:

I'm better off now than I was a year ago.
I'm a strong woman raising three strong chickies.
Time DOES heal the wounds.
Life's unexpected turns can lead you down beautiful roads.
Stuff is...stuff.
Some people are genuine. Some people are liars and users.
Faith is priceless.
Hope lives in my heart.
Love comes from the most unexpected places.
Laughter IS the best medicine.
What goes around...comes around.
A helping hand can make all the difference.
I bend, but I don't break.

The most precious things in my world don't hang from a tree or lie under it.
They're around it at the buttcrack of dawn Christmas morning hugging me and telling me "Merry Christmas."

Merry Christmas to you and yours! Have a wondrous safe and happy holiday!
Crystal*

LMAO

Thanks to Kat, who sent this to me.
I LOVED the old Hollywood Squares. And the Newlywed Game, too!


Hollywood Squares
If you remember the Original Hollywood Squares on TV, and its comics, this may bring a tear to your eyes. These great questions and answers are from the days when "Hollywood Squares" game show responses were spontaneous, not scripted, as they are now. Peter Marshall was the host asking the questions, of course.

Q. Do female frogs croak?
A. Paul Lynde: If you hold their little heads under water long enough .

Q. If you're going to make a parachute jump, at least how high should you be?
A. Charley Weaver: Three days of steady drinking should do it.

Q. True or False, a pea can last as long as 5,000 years.
A. George Gobel: Boy, it sure seems that way sometimes.

Q. You've been having trouble going to sleep. Are you probably a man or a woman?
A. Don Knotts: That's what's been keeping me awake.

Q. According to Cosmopolitan, if you meet a stranger at a party and you think that he is attractive, is it okay to come out and ask him if he's married?
A. Rose Marie: No; wait until morning.

Q. Which of your five senses tends to diminish as you get older?
A. Charley Weaver: My sense of decency.

Q. In Hawaiian, does it take more than three words to say "I Love You"?
A. Vincent Price: No, you can say it with a pineapple and a twenty.

Q. What are "Do It," "I Can Help," and "I Can't Get Enough"?
A. George Gobel: I don't know, but it's coming from the next apartment.

Q. As you grow older, do you tend to gesture more or less with your hands while talking?
A. Rose Marie: You ask me one more growing old question Peter, and I'll give you a gesture you'll never forget.

Q. Paul, why do Hell's Angels wear leather?
A. Paul Lynde: Because chiffon wrinkles too easily.

Q. Charley, you've just decided to grow strawberries. Are you going to get any during the first year?
A. Charley Weaver: Of course not, I'm too busy growing strawberries.

Q. In bowling, what's a perfect score?
A. Rose Marie: Ralph, the pin boy.

Q. It is considered in bad taste to discuss two subjects at nudist camps. One is politics, what is the other?
A. Paul Lynde: Tape measures.

Q. During a tornado, are you safer in the bedroom or in the closet?
A. Rose Marie: Unfortunately Peter, I'm always safe in the bedroom.

Q. Can boys join the Camp Fire Girls?
A. Marty Allen: Only after lights out.

Q. When you pat a dog on its head he will wag his tail. What will a goose do?
A. Paul Lynde: Make him bark?

Q. If you were pregnant for two years, what would you give birth to?
A. Paul Lynde: Whatever it is, it would never be afraid of the dark.

Q. According to Ann Landers, is there anything wrong with getting into the habit of kissing a lot of people?
A. Charley Weaver: It got me out of the army.

Q. It is the most abused and neglected part of your body, what is it?
A. Paul Lynde: Mine may be abused, but it certainly isn't neglected.

Q. Back in the old days, when Great Grandpa put horseradish on his head, what was he trying to do?
A. George Gobel: Get it in his mouth.

Q. Who stays pregnant for a longer period of time, your wife or your elephant?
A. Paul Lynde: Who told you about my elephant?

Q. When a couple have a baby, who is responsible for its sex?
A. Charley Weaver: I'll lend him the car, the rest is up to him.

Q. Jackie Gleason recently revealed that he firmly believes in them and has actually seen them on at least two occasions. What are they?
A. Charley Weaver: His feet.

Q. According to Ann Landers, what are two things you should never do in bed?
A. Paul Lynde: Point and laugh.

Grins*

Spam--more than a mystery meat

I highly dislike having spam in my email. It irritates me. But there is some major fodder for humor here.

1. Penis enlarger--Let me explain. I don't have one. But if I were ever in the market for one, I would simply go to the Adult Toy Store and pick out whichever size suited me best.
2. Ill person--I'm sorry that you're ill. Really, I am. But it obviously didn't stop you from getting on the computer and mass mailing people in search of monetary gain. Money-grubber, heal thyself.
3. My email won the lottery--Obviously my email and I are very close. I believe I would have known if my email entered something such as this. I'm not buying. Yeah, literally.
4. Verify my paypal account--Bite me. *grins* I don't have one.
5. eBay--I've been on eBay once. And that was to find something for someone else. It confuses me. LOL Better luck next time.
6. Viagra, Oxycotin, narcotics in general--Obviously you are chemically altered if you honestly think I would fork over money to buy a cut product with probably 2% of the original drug in it. Yeah. That'll happen.
7. Webcam offers--That's nice that you're willing to share your goodies with the world at large. However, I won't be viewing them.
8. MySpace adds--If you're going to try and "add me" as a friend, have an inkling about me. Messaging me with "Hi Cute! I think I would be good wit you" makes me throw up a little bit in my mouth.
9. Sex with animals--EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW DELETE DELETE DELETE
10. re: HI--I drop a line to my friends every now and then. But I guarantee that if I don't recognize your email, such as "xcyttfcm@hotmail"...then you're email won't be seeing daylight.

So keep 'em coming. I know you will. *grins* And I'll keep hitting "delete" while chuckling and wondering why you don't get a real job.
Grins*

Misnomers

My chickens and I are very good at this. You could SWEAR that you hear something one way, when actually it's another.

Oldest chicken has taken to using the word "atomically" for "automatically." She swears up and down that "automatically" has too many syllables.

Middle chicken used to sing a line from a Macy Gray song. The line goes: "My world crumbles when you are not there." She still sings: "I blow bubbles when you are not there." I like her version better.

But baby chicken has everyone beat. When she was five years old, she had a friend in her class who got a chocolate gift for Valentine's Day. She hurriedly rushes out to meet me when the final bell rang exclaiming that her friend received "horsey kisses." I believe I said "WHAT?" about three times before she becomes exasperated and says, "You know! Those chocolate things wrapped in silver."
Ah...hershey kisses.
Or when she has a sore in her mouth and tells me she has "kangaroo sores." *ahem* Canker sores. lmao
She was using this one up until last week when I had to correct her so her friends wouldn't make fun of her. Baby chicken just shrugs and says, "I like 'kangaroo sores' better." So be it.
Who am I to argue?
Grins*

I believe in...

...children
...snowflakes
...love
...laughter
...giving
...caring
...animals
...loyalty
...blowing dandelions in the wind
...the toilet paper coming from the top of the roll
...smiles
...kisses
...hugs
...music
...books
...writing
...sunshine
...laughter
...seeing the glass half-full
...hope
...February being wonderful
...gifts truly given
Grins*

A bit unusual

Thanks to Nancy who tagged me in this meme. And in accordance with The Rules, here are...
The Rules:* When tagged, you must link to the person who tagged you.*
Then post the rules before your list, and list eight random things about yourself.
*At the end of the post, you must tag and link to eight other people.
I'm not tagging anyone, but I think it's interesting. Drop me a line and let me know if you've played.

1. I type things in my head. Now...a lot of my quirkiness (p.c. term) comes from my OCD. And I love to type. So when a phrase sticks in my head, I will type it until it gets out. Um...yeah. Things are always a little bit off in the ol' noggin.

2. All my girls have names that start with "C" and have two middle names.

3. I wish on dandelions, shooting stars, and necklaces where the clasp meets the charm.

4. I'm addicted to the smell of play-doh. *grins* My girls think this is hilarious.

5. I've had butterflies land on me. And stay. And stay. There was a purple one on me several years back that simply wouldn't fly off.

6. I've never had a pedicure, manicure, massage, or facial.

7. If I'm really close with someone, I can finish their sentences.

8. I'm directionally impaired. I can walk into the same mall that's been there for almost twenty years, come out of a store, and have no idea which direction I came from.

There ya go. Bits of oddities. So hard to sift through the many to find eight.
Grins*

Lord, I was born a rambling blog

Been awhile since I checked in. My lovely blog says Halloween. *grins* Sorry 'bout that.

I have a new term for you: Occupational hangover--when one ingests so much of their job that they have a headache. And yes...that would be me. At least as of late. Not the writing, mind you. The other job.
I also had my brakes go out on my van which was rather unpleasant. My lovely sister let me borrow a car so I wasn't completely without wheels. But I'm SO glad to get the van back!!!

The Red Dirt Festival was a lot of fun. I had a great time with Merline Lovelace and Christine Rimmer. We had a nice turnout, too. The next best thing to WRITING Romance would be talking about it. *grins* And we did.

I have Programmed for Pleasure out this month. Water Goddess in December. One Enchanted Evening in February 2008. Wind Goddess in May 2008. Earth Goddess in October 2008.
So guess what I'm doing right now?
Yep. *laughing* Editing.
Sheesh
I like writing ever so much better.

And some asshat on the news informed me that there were only like fortysomething days left to Christmas shop.
Are you kidding me? I don't have enough to worry about as it is? *sigh* Where in the hell has this year gone???

I saw something on the local news that just royally pissed me off. Oklahoma is 100 years old this year. Our big hoedown Centennial Celebration.
I've always considered Oklahoma my home. Born and raised here. And even though I moved (frequently) while married, I feel a kinship to this state.
So imagine my absolute horror at finding out a certain tribe from Oklahoma is calling it "100 Years of Theft."
Oh
My
God
I'm so glad I waited to write this because when I first composed this blog awhile back...I was livid. There was profanity a'plenty.
But here's the deal, in my opinion: Oklahoma is a great state BECAUSE of the mixing of cultures and heritages. I'm not saying I agree with this state's history as far as taking land or anything else. But can't we flippin' move on? Do you have to take a major milestone for this great state and monopolize it with your whining???
I have enough Indian blood in me to have a roll number.
So what?
It doesn't give anyone the right to slam all the good in a state because of a grudge. We've moved on. Why don't you???

*blowing out a breath and taking a calming one*
yep
Better.
That's been simmering for awhile.

How've you been?
Grins*

Programmed for Pleasure

The Ultimate Sex Toy is every woman’s fantasy come to life. When two men create it, they know the adult toy industry will never be the same. They use trickery to snare an unsuspecting woman and closely monitor all interactions between her and the toy. What Ethan Fields, scientist, doesn’t plan on is how attracted he becomes to the test subject while she has no clue that he is watching her being pleasured time and time again.A chance encounter finds Ethan meeting his test subject face to face. Meg hides her past while Ethan hides his present. Until one day when both collide, and all secrets come to light.

Available now from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. Catch a sneak peek on my web page.

Grins*

Country Club

Yep. That's right. This little hick chick will be going to the Country Club next Thursday.
I'm sure you're as shocked as I am. lmao

This all extends from the Red Dirt Book Festival being held in Shawnee November 2nd and November 3rd at the Shawnee Expo Center. All sorts of readers, writers, performers, and scholars will be in attendance. I'm room hosting for Jordan Dane. And then I'll be signing books and having my own talk about 3:30 pm Friday the 2nd with Merline Lovelace and Christine Rimmer.
There happens to be an Author/Donor Reception November 1st at Ye Olde Shawnee Country Club. And I have an invitation in my hot little hands. How cool and scary is that?
So I've got to find something to wear. Fix my hair. All that yada yada yada. But I plan on kicking up my heels and meeting people that I, otherwise, wouldn't normally have an opportunity to.
I'll leave my black bustier and red micro-mini at the house.
Oh...and the hooker boots.
lmao
Grins*