Can you tell that two of these three ladies were actresses?
Tiara Time!
I don’t know what Liz is so perturbed about in the third photo; maybe that I’m such a poor photographer?
Sleepy, historic time.
Many movies this weekend: The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, which I liked, but the heroine’s hair was both hideous and complicated. The Super-Smart Lawyer and I had wine and ground lamb pizza. Much wine. Toby Stephens is hawt. We agreed a dance party at our house is in order. Apropos of nothing, just that we both like dancing (and did I mention the wine?!?)
Then on Saturday, the Spouse and I watched Volver, starring Penelope Cruz, who tops the Spouse’s list, now she’s gotten a little older and is packing on a little weight. It was good, did not veer into magic realism as I’d feared. We drank Spanish wine to honor the country of origin.
And on Sunday, in a rare outdoor-Frampton sighting, I saw Burn After Reading AT A MOVIE THEATRE with the Greco-Sicilian Doctor. She liked it more than I did, which is good, ’cause we were celebrating her birthday.
Yeah, yawn. I’m dull. But well-viewed.
It is Liz’s birthday today, and last Saturday, Liz’s BFF Marianne arranged a gathering of Liz’s friends and fans. Go here to see photographic evidence.
I gotta say–to don my goober hat for a minute–it’s been so great getting to be friends with Liz in the past few months. Where else could I find someone what hates scatalogical humor, loves Brits and glitter as much as I do, and is willing to shlep out to Brooklyn to crack the writing whip?
Love that woman.
And Liz’s book comes out in a week, so perhaps you’d like to pick it up?
Because the Delightful Phone Friend (aka Myretta Robens) said she missed Clive.
Yesterday, the Nicknameless Friend and I went to MOMA for Free Friday. There, we saw an exhibition by the German artist Ernst Kirchner. I suggest you hie on over to the Alpha Dog’s blog for thoughts on that, since the extent of my art criticism is:
Hey, that’s neat.
And if I’m really feeling like getting in-depth, I’ll say:
I like those colors.
And then we met said AD for dinner and beer. Fun!
Today, the NF and I are watching North and South–her first time–and later watching Diane Lane’s first movie, Ladies and Gentlemen The Fabulous Stains. The Spouse had an early obsession with the movie (Hello? A young Diane Lane?!?), and is psyched to watch it with us tonight.
A good Saturday.
The Alpha Dog and I have made a standing weekly writing date, so yesterday, I managed 1,000 words! And since I’m writing a novella, I’m only about 8 thousand words away from finishing. Where I’ll submit it, I have no idea, but I need to get this story out of my head. Two of my readers–the Delightful Phone Friend and the P-I-C–have both read what I had a few weeks ago, and said it was fantastic. The DPF did say it’s not erotica, so it can’t sell there, and it’s too short and sex-driven to survive as anything other than a novella in a like-minded group of stories, so we’ll see what happens.
And my agent said she’d be open to reading–and if she likes it, representing–my revised Mothering Heights. I want to revisit it and deepen the emotional depth to make it less fluffy (but no less funny, I hope). Not quite sure how to do that, but I bet if I can up the stakes for my heroine and make it less of a straight romance it will have a chance of selling.
This weekend my friend from high school–WHO HAS NO NICKNAME!–is coming to visit. We plan on drinking beer, eating steaks, and making fun of people’s outfits. Maybe see some art, too. And perhaps I will unearth her nickname.
I’ve known her since before I was a compulsive nicknamer; she sat in front of me in French class, and like me, she had long hair. Unlike me, she did something new to it every day (French braid, appropriately enough, side ponytails, twists, barrettes, etc.), so I hated her. Rational, not so much. But when I got to know her, she became one of my best friends, and remains so, even now.
The birthday was wonderful! Thanks to everyone who stopped by and spared a kind thought, even if you did not post a comment.
There was dim sum, big cocktail rings, hoisin sauce, pix, awesome gifts (go, Netflix!), sushi, hugs, tear-worthy cards, delish dessert, sake, more hugs, more pix, and lots of non-stress. A good day.
The only thing missing was Clive on my doorstep, but pursuing your dreams is what makes you push forward in life, right?
Today looks to be good as well, with some writing planned. Actually planned!
Yay!
(Yes. It does feel weird for me to be so content. My brain is looking for some potential area of stress. Whatever. It’s all good).
My Faux Critique Partner, aka the Wise Writing Friend, aka Carolyn Jewel has a book out. It’s My Wicked Enemy:
A desire that can’t be controlled…Carson Philips is a witch on the run. For years, the notorious mage, Alvaro Magellan, has held her as his psychological prisoner. But once Carson gets a glimpse of the true extent of his evil, she flees Magellan’s mansion–stealing a stone talisman of unimaginable power on the way. Her only hope for survival is a demon who ignites a voracious hunger in her she can’t deny, a longing she can’t resist…
A hunger that can’t be sated…Nikodemus is a warlord with a mission: Kill Magellan and his green-eyed witch at any cost. But when he meets the desperate Carson, the pull of her magic takes his breathe away. He’s not sure he can trust this tantalizing woman–she is his enemy–and less sure he can keep his hands off her. But Magellan will stop at nothing to reclaim what belongs to him. Can Nikodemus stop him before his desire for Carson destroys them both?
The book is shipping now from Amazon. Get it, it’s an amazing, boundary-breaking, fantastic world-building book.
The Spouse just made his famous beer-brined pork chops, an orzo salad with hothouse cucumbers and dill, butter and white-wine steamed carrots and the sangria that brought me down so evilly the other night.
Tonight, not so much. I will MASTER the sangria, and wake up with only a tiny headache.
I can’t believe RWA-SF is so close. What do I wear? What do I do? Who will I see? How many times will I embarrass myself (I am going to work on that, it is not becoming in A Woman of My Age).
And the agent will be going out with the book soon. Double yay! A career, maybe?!?
Meanwhile, I am still the favorite member of the maternal family, so the sangria didn’t cause too much embarrassment.
I probably won’t be posting over the weekend, back in Brooklyn on Sunday evening. I loved Elizabeth Hoyt’s To Taste Temptation; I know the Delightful Phone Friend did, too, anyone else?
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