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That pretty much sums up how my days went last week–you know, nothing exciting enough to make your heart race and all kinds of things that make you shrug and say, “Oh, okay, so that happened.”

The top ten occurrences in my life last week:

1.  I finished the first round of edits on my paranormal romance, Snow Shadows, and sent it back to the editor.  That’s usually a yippee for me, but this time it was more like a “Whew!  Glad that’s over.”  No reflection on my editor or my publisher, it’s just my happy gene seems to be on the fritz right now.

2.  My husband and I, after looking at a million or so houses, have narrowed it down to two, which should be another “Yippee!” but I can’t seem to work up any more enthusiasm than “Okay, make the offer and we’ll see what they say.”  See what I mean about my happy gene?

3.  The Patriots lost the Super Bowl and after maybe two seconds of shocked disbelief, I couldn’t help but feel proud of Eli Manning and the Giants–mostly for Eli, ’cause after all, the Giants are a New York team and being a Red Sox fan practically from birth, well…nuff said.  But since Eli’s dad, Archie, and his brother, Peyton, are so closely connected to my alma mater, the University of Tennessee and I watched Peyton play at Neyland Stadium countless times, I almost feel like I’m a part of their very extended family, so congrats to you Eli!  And maybe now I can get that darned Three Dog Night song out of my head!  Eli’s coming…

4.  Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers were the halftime show–a major plus for me as I’ve been a fan for…forever.  But they didn’t play any of my favorite songs, so okay, that was nice, but nothing to jump up and down about.  Tom, why the heck couldn’t you play “Mary Jane’s Last Dance”?  It’s only one of the greatest rock songs ever and I probably maybe, um, there’s a slight chance I would’ve gotten up and danced a step or two…or at least thought about it.

5.  I worked on updating my web site, but I’m having trouble getting excited about that right now.  Maybe when I actually have a book on the market again, that’ll get better, but while I wait…blah.  No help for that, as far as release dates go, writers are more or less at the mercy of their publishers.

6.  I decided to take the month of February to polish up some of the books I have finished and see if I can’t get them ready to submit to publishers.  I currently have a half dozen completed manuscripts gathering cyber-dust on my computer and I need to do something with them.  I’m not making it a goal or a resolution–you know how I am about those!–I’m merely looking at them and trying to polish them enough to submit them.  If I make it, I make it.  If I don’t, well, such is life.

7.  The thing is…I don’t even have enough for a top ten list.  Ho-hum, that’s my life right now, it’s happening, but it ain’t anything to get excited about.

Then again, maybe it’s the dreary, rainy weather we’ve been having here in the mountains of North Carolina that’s got my emotions muted. 

Uh-oh, here comes another song–rainy days and Mondays always get me down…    

It’s a rainy day here in the mountains of western North Carolina.  Not that I’m complaining.  After a winter with little to no snow, a spring that will be remembered for its April cold snap instead of  its April showers, and a summer of unbearably hot, dry weather, we definitely need it…but (you knew there was going to be a “but” here, didn’t you?), but the thing is, I hate rainy days.

Why?  Well, it has nothing to do with getting wet or anything like that, it has to do with the fact that my muse always seems to abandon me on rainy days.  She flies the coop of my brain, catches a flight to sunnier climes, and hides there until dryer weather returns to bless her home terrain.  All of which leaves me floundering in a sea of unwritten words and unfinished manuscripts.

My first line of defense in this case is usually to edit and/or polish one of those many unfinished manuscripts, but that’s dicey.  I usually find that whatever I edit ends up getting re-edited when I re-read it and cringe at what I wrote on a brainless rainy day.  Does that make sense?  I told you my muse was AWOL.

When I lived in Maine, there was the option of turning on the TV and watching a replay of a Red Sox game (there was almost always one playing on NESN) which I loved, especially if it was a game they won.  Can’t do that here, though there’s probably an Atlanta Braves game on somewhere, but I’m not that big a fan of the Braves.  I miss NESN!

I could do some research, but–and I hope you’ll pardon me–blech!  I hate research more than I hate rainy days! 

So, my options today are to do some housework or read.  It shouldn’t be hard to figure out which one I’ll choose.  I love to read.  My “to be read” pile is almost as tall as I am, and my “books to buy” list is as long as my arm.  Before I started writing, I would never have let myself fall so far behind with either my TBR pile or my BTB list.  But, since my fist book came out, I noticed a  drastic fall-off in my reading habits.  I just can’t seem to find the time to read anymore.  Proof of this lies in the fact that I’ve lived in North Carolina now for over ten months and I still don’t have a library card!  Sacrilege!  That’s the first time that’s happened since I learned to read when I was four years old.  Usually the first thing I do when we move is visit the public library and get a library card.  I even got one in Denver, and we only lived there for two months while my husband went through some training in the Air Force.

Hmmm…maybe I should try to find my rusty, unused umbrella, see if it still works, and take myself off to the library.

Whistling Woman by CC Tillery

Winds of Fate

Storm Shadows

Snow Shadows

PMS Anthology

Romance of My Dreams