007: The One Who Got Away

I like James Bond movies. I like the action, the adventure and the inventions. The puns are painful but I'll even take those but what I can't stand about them is all of the...It's James Bond, you know what I'm getting at. If she has legs and wears a skirt, he's slobbering all over her and she is completely willing to be slobbered on. So I was thinking- what would happen if one time he wasn't able to "close the deal"?

I'm not well versed in spy lingo or trinkets and I'm not sure I could even use his name if I wrote a book but here is my Readers Digest version of the story I would write if I could.

We see James Bond rescuing the heroine from certain death. It's a very close call and the adrenaline is pumping like a ghetto blaster. They sit on a cliff and watch the bad guys evil hideout burn to the ground. He says something pithy and goes in for the kill but just as he's about to plant one on her, she throws her hand in front of her face (so he's kissing her palm) and says "Listen. I'm grateful and all but I'm not that kind of girl."

This is an unxepected turn of events. As a matter of fact, James can't even think of a time when someone said no. He's not even sure what the word means. However, it only stops him for the moment. "After the next close call, she will be putty in my hands," he thinks confidently, but after that next close call she still resists his advances.

He is perplexed. He runs through all the smooth moves he's used in the past but can't figure out where he's gone wrong. "I'll figure it out eventually," he decides.

After the third close call he still can't get what he's after and he becomes obsessed, creating life threatening situations just so that he can rescue her. All in the hopes of breaking her will.

She gets engaged and then marries his arch rival, a squirrely agent from accounting and he is shattered. He starts drinking himself into a stupor every night, loses the keys to Q's lastest gadget laden porshe, stops shaving and showering until at last we find him, passed out in his Lazy Boy in front of the t.v., fat, uncoordinated and depressed because of the one who got away.

I think it would be a best seller.

You Don't Have To Be Sick To Be Nauseous

I resubmitted my manuscript this morning. The willies that accompanied that first submission came along for the second. I can't believe how much my poor melon is throbbing. Thankfully I'll be starting back to school soon so I'll have something to keep me busy while I wait to hear back.

As with the first submission, I sent one copy and then had one coil bound for myself. The girl who bound the first copy, bound this second one too. She asked if I was sending the book to be published and I told her it was a resubmission. She said she thought she remembered binding the first one and then she got excited and said she'd like to read it if it gets published and then commented on how excited SHE was. Oh my gosh!!! That just made my day. It also pushed me over the giddy edge.

If this is how I feel just submitting it, I'm going to be a wreck if it gets picked up!

Blurb #1 for PUSH

Kale Carson and her brother have been subjected to the crazed rantings of their delusional stepfather for years, but when she starts seeing his intentions in her own mind she thinks she might be crazy too. When an unlikely friendship provides a chance to escape, Kale believes she is finally free but an unexpected tragedy pulls her back into his grasp. Suddenly, Kale finds herself on the run with a man she just met, trying to stay out of her stepfathers reach.

Tell me what you think.

My Cup Runneth Over

I have finished my rewrite of PUSH, it is all boxed up and ready to send to my publisher of choice (don't be kicking yourselves for missing out!) and have started a new chapter (HA!) Of writing.

I have so many ideas, it's out of control so I'm glad to be moving on with the next tale. I will be thinking of you, gentle reader(s?), as I pen (metaphorical of course), my next exciting masterpiece. Are you hooked yet? You will be....bwahahahahah.

PUSH, LETTERS, MANOR! I'm so excited!!

I have almost finish my rewrite of PUSH and was inspired with ideas for two more books!! I can't wait to get started on them. It really astounds me that the ideas I have can turn so quickly into a complete story line. They almost write themselves so I can spend all my time trying to find the right keys to press. I think I've mentioned my "Hunt and Peck" method before.

I wonder how many books I'll have to write before I finally become familiar with the keyboard.

Better Late Than Never

I realize that the fourth of July has already come and gone but I couldnt let the week end without sharing a poignant story with you, my devoted reader. If there are more than one of you out there, that is a miracle in and of itself, but I digress.

The fam and I went on a camping trip about two weeks ago, if you remember, and on our way home we passed through several small towns. As we neared one of these towns we noticed a lot of people on both sides of the highway, sitting in lawn chairs, waving little american flags. When we came to the city limits, we saw two men in cherry pickers hanging a banner over the highway. We also noticed several hand made signs mentioning a family in need of prayers and support. We didn't realize they were related until we drove into town and saw the streets lined with fire trucks, police cars, ambulances and the rest of the community. It looked to us like a grand parade was coming through town so we were curious to know what was happening. Mr. D pulled over to the side of the road and I hoped out of the van to ask one of the firemen what they were preparing for. His answer brought tears to my eyes.

He told me that one of the young men from their town had been killed in Iraq and the community was showing their support and gratitude, for him and his family's sacrifice, by escorting him to his final resting place. I tear up just thinking about it. I then thanked the fireman for being a part of the most perfect example I have ever seen of "mourning with those that mourn and comforting those who stand in need of comfort." (Mosiah 18:8-9)

While it was a small town, I'm sure that not all of those present knew the family personally but that didn't keep them from honoring that soldier. I don't know the name of that town but I will always be grateful for their example.

Happy Independance Day.

July Is Hot!!

It's been a bit since I blogged last, lot of goings on and such. Had a birthday sleepover with ten screaming tweeners.Went camping and got rained on. Celebrated an anniversary (twelve years to Mr. D). Bought new tires (bend over and let me install those tires). Registered for school (one more semester before two more years of school!). Worked on my book (with ideas for two more books) and that's about it.

I should stop goofing off.