Archives for October 2012

The Blogging Poem

I did not write a post today.
I could not think of what to say.

I did not write one in my car.
I did not write one in my yard.

Nor at my desk or at my table
I could not write. I was not able.

A good idea I could not find
Inside the caverns of my mind.

Yet all the readers count on me
It’s such responsibility.

What to do? aloud I wondered,
I need a post that’s unencumbered.

One that’s witty and lithe and free!
O Muse, please come and talk to me!

Happy Day

So, today is my birthday. It’s one of those “milestone” birthdays that you either try to ignore, or celebrate intensely to dull the pain.

I’ve gone into a very thoughtful time approaching this birthday, and that’s good. Every once in a while it’s good to look at where you are and where you’re going. It’s just a shame we tend to wait until we’re older to do it. I had so much more energy to deal with this sort of thing when I was twenty.

By the way, I am not turning twenty for my milestone birthday. In case you were wondering.

I Like Fall

It’s feeling pretty autumnal here at the Palatial Horvath Estate and that makes me happy.

I really, really like Fall. The snap in the air, the lack of heat and humidity, the changing leaves, the pumpkins and apples, all of it. Yes, I feel a bit of melancholy as the wheel turns and the year moves into the deep slumber of Winter, but for me Fall is a beautiful, remembering time.


Okay, so I’ll come clean and tell you that my contemporary romance novel was rejected by Carina Press. I was disappointed, but the editor sent me a very, very nice email and gave me some suggestions to point me in the right direction. If you’re a writer, I don’t have to tell you how unusual that is – most of the time you get a form letter and a hearty farewell.

I let things sit for a couple of weeks, but it wouldn’t leave me alone so I’m taking some time to work on revisions before I continue working on the next book.

Clean Out The Closet

If you follow me on Facebook or Twitter, you may have seen that last night I dreamt I cleaned out my closet and got rid of a lot of stuff.

When I woke up this morning and remembered the dream, I was kind of amused. I’ve been determined to get organized this fall, so I’ve purchased a lot of storage boxes (which are now sitting in my kitchen). I figured the boxes were calling to me.

But the more I thought about the dream, the more I realized it went deeper than that.

Ball of Confusion

The problem with books about writing is that a lot of writers write good books about writing. Because they are written by professional writers writing about something they love (writing), the books are usually persuasive and present compelling arguments for whatever arguments the book is trying to compel you toward. They might even have good tips or advice.

The problem is, if you read a lot of books about writing in a short amount of time – which I have – they can also turn you into a ball of confusion. You start second guessing yourself every time you power up the computer. “Well Stephen King says I should…” or “Janet Evanovich never…” or “AACK! I’m not following the seven scene design spiral of plotting before heading off to the jungle and being run over by a train approach! I must rewrite!”