I am consistently amazed by the number of stories playing out in tidbits behind my casual expression- the one that says I’m paying attention. I’m totally not. Attention is not my strong suit. Daydreaming, scheming, and general tomfoolery is more my typical state of being. Mostly, I look the part of a grown up, but trust me, that is debatable.
For example, when my friends are discussing interior design, and one shows a lovely swatch in a color called Goldenrod, I am nodding in agreement, but not with the color choice. I am thinking “That looks exactly like Cheez Whiz. When was the last time I had Cheez Whiz? Do they still make it? If it were pressurized improperly/intentionally, could it be a murder weapon in a humorous cozy – Death by Cheez?”
Currently, I am drooling over a home that will be auctioned. It is fabulous. But, instead of planning how much I can bid, where the kids will go to school, where we would go to church, and other mature matters, my writer’s mind is dreaming.
I see myself bidding on a mansion in a down economy, wherein the background of my vision is in shades of gray, and I twirl a black mustache. Wahahaha Buwahahaha! I swing my cape and ascend onto my new home at the expense of an unfortunate family.
But wait, inside I see apparitions. I have made a bad deal! Everyone knew but me! The gruesome things that happened there. I will be driven insane by the evil that lurks.
Shift to me in a sundress with golden curls and a youthful figure. Lying by the pool, I meet the reluctant neighbor, a widow, me, a hi strung single woman about to be romanced for 20 chapters in a myriad of ways.
My favorite: some version of my family moving into The Money Pit, or that Chevy Chase movie, where the neighbors are insane and the phone is attached to an 18inch cord in a cabinet on the floor.
It’s difficult to reign in my mind. Most days, I don’t try. I just write. I’m mostly happy and crazy busy. My energy overfloweth. My mind is always entertaining me. I know I’m not alone. How else would a vampire sparkle and women be convinced that it is sexy? How does a child attend a school called Hogwarts and that isn’t funny? Writers’ minds are places of infinite possibilities. Nothing is off limits, or impossible, of implausible, I guess.
I would never trade my double-life as a 30 something Peter Pan with highlights, posing as an average adult.
Life isn’t average. Life is fantastical. I choose to see it that way.
Please welcome guest blogger Nikki Brandyberry! Nikki is an avid reader and fellow blogger. She juggles all things and still makes me laugh. Today, she is reviewing a fabulous title: The Sicilian’s Marriage Arrangement, by Lucy Monroe. Nikki loves romance, more specifically paranormal romance, but Lucy Monroe is a favorite of hers and because I am lacking in the romance reading, Nikki has graciously shared her review with me today!
The Sicilian’s Marriage Arrangement by Lucy Monroe
Hope Bishop is used to being alone. Raised by nannies that never stuck around long and in the distant shadow of her wealthy grandfather. She has acclimated herself to the sidelines. She is even happy there. Then she meets Luciano di Valerio, a wealthy Sicilian businessman working with her grandfather. Tall, dark and insanely gorgeous, Luciano awakens feelings in Hope she wasn’t sure even exsisted outside of movies and romance novels. When they have a chance embrace at a New Years party, Hope is sure she will never recover. Thinking he was saving her from embarrassment, Luciano disappears. Hope, however, ends up having to deal with the perception that she threw herself at a wealthy businessman in a desperate plea for attention. In a room full of high class, rude and ruthless people, Hope flees to retreat back to her world.
Luciano is a proud Sicilian. Born and raised in Italy gives him a strong family background and pride in his heritage. When his family’s company is threatened by Hope’s grandfather he is left no choice but to bend to his will. The old man wants a husband for his wallflower grandaughter. Luciano does not see Hope this way, he only sees the gorgeous woman he shared a kiss with on New Years Eve. Showing weakness is not in his nature, but to save his families long standing company, he will do just about anything, even marry. He questions if Hope is in on the scheme, and how he can be expected to love someone capable of such dirty deals.
Months after their encounter Luciano shows up in Hope’s life again. After a whirlwind few days he proposes. Hope can’t fathom why Luciano is so set on marrying her, but she agrees. They quickly get married and while their embraces set them on fire, there is a wall that Luciano refuses to take down. Hope tries to be a good wife and with each passing day she falls deeper in love with her husband, that is a virtual stranger outside of the bedroom. When Hope discovers he married her as part of a business deal she is devastated. Breaking down Luciano’s wall is something Hope will have to figure out if their marriage is to survive. Love will truly have to conquer all.
Overall I thoroughly enjoyed this read. It is a fairly short book with just under 200 pages, so once I got in, I read it straight through to the end. The characters are extremely likeable and easy to relate to. I found Hope to be refreshing, though naive and Luciano to be dark and fiercely loyal. For the most part I tend to gravitate towards a more paranormal type romance book, but with Lucy I will make an exception. Her writing just draws a person in and sets them right down in the middle of a scene. If you love a good, quick romance book then I highly recommend you pick this one up! It will definitely speed up your rainy afternoon!
Thanks Nikki for a great review! If you want to read more from Nikki, she keeps a personal blog at Ramblings from a Chaotic Mind.
If you are interested in learning more about the fabulous Lucy Monroe, check her out here: Lucy Monroe.
Thanks again to Nikki for sharing. Stop by to read more from Nikki, and check out Lucy’s newest novels too!
Happy Friday to all!
Congratulations to this week’s winner, Lori Phillips! Lori’s name was drawn for week three of my Vampire Diaries Giveaway, and she will be receiving a hard bound copy of LJ Smith’s, The Vampire Diaries: The Return Vol. 1: Nightfall. This is the third in a series of four, and it is on its way to Lori!
Next week is the final week of my Vampire Diaries Love and the winner will receive another hard bound copy, this time of the newest in the series, The Vampire Diaries: The Return Vol. 2 Shadow Souls.
If you like free books, then enter! All you need to do for a chance to win this week is stop by my contest page and follow me with Google Friend Connect! Click the “Join this site” button on the right and follow me with Google Friend Connect. I’ll choose one of my Google Friends on Monday night at midnight, then announce the winner next Thursday on my main page, just like this. I also post your name and a link to your blog or site on my contest page.
Thanks and Good Luck!
I know that I am preaching to the choir for most of my readers, but how do women manage to write anything coherent with children? I just heard a collective nodding of heads. Right?
I have three children. Two boys, one girl, ages 7, 4 1/2 and 2. They are loud. They argue. They ask a plethora of insanely disturbing questions, tattle, whine, and generally disturb the peace for 16 hours a day. It’s miraculous that I am able to keep a blog, let alone manage anything more complex.
The great thing about writing, as opposed to phone calls, for example, is that you have no idea it has taken my 35 minutes to get this far because my toddler is toilet training and my boys are pounding one another over a lost transformer weapon. Each son is equally certain that they are justified in their attack because their brother has obviously hidden said weapon. Thing is, I found it lodged in my bare foot at 3am when I got up to get Lily tylenol, and I put it away. Imagine that? Away, as in – look for it where it is supposed to be. So, I spent a few minutes in between paragraphs alternating between lecturer and referee.
I’m back now, and there are already two requests for popsicles (it’s 9am), pizza, (it’s 9am) and a chicken- not chicken, a chicken, like to raise. Pfft. So, I would continue to amaze you with my insightful blogging on how to create a masterpiece of literary fiction if I didn’t hear my daughter pounding on the bathroom door because her brother locked her out, and the other brother is ticking off the reasons that raising a chicken (a chicken) would be a fabulous and fun family experience.
My next novel should be something along the lines of Blatherings of a Mom on Zero Sleep and Two Pots of Coffee. It would be a novella length number of incomplete thoughts and knock knock jokes, wherein the punch line is incomprehensible.
Now, I’m off to bake a pizza and order a chicken