And also because I had the Caravaggio movie next on my Netflix queue, and they skipped right over it to my next choice! But — but I wanted to see Sean, not a Japanese love triangle film, at least not right yet.

I am piqued.

Oh, my lord, I found this picture when I was searching for some eye candy for the Risky post:

Da-rool.

The Wise Writing Friend, who also goes by the name the Faux Critique Partner, has just sent me her ms. to read. Yay!

And, since she asked so nice and all:

Yeah, yeah, late posting over there.

Writing is going awesome, synopsis not so much.

I started writing Road To Desire yesterday–came up with the first chapter, 1825 words!

And, in a stunning tour de force, the hero is not based on Clive, but on Sean:

And I found a pic of my visual hero and heroine (Rachel Weisz) together (granted, Sean’s a little weathered here, but I thought it was cool they were together):

Megan
*Dorothy Parker’s What Fresh Hell Is This?

Had to travel to the nether ends of Brooklyn today. Wiped out. Over at the Riskies. Apparently unable to muster any type of pronoun.

The Eight Year-Old is back (reluctantly) to school, the Spouse is about as reluctantly back to work, and I am back to whatever passes for normal in my life.

Which means:

1. Stop eating. Just, like, stop already.

2. More exercise.

3. More writing.

4. Less hand-wringing.

5. Fewer neurotic “episodes” (as in, ‘why isn’t he/she getting back in touch? I know, he/she hates me!’)

6. More makeup. Stop looking like a Mom.

7. Less time-wasting. I’m talking to you, Bloglines!

8. More vegetables. I love veggies, but the pesky fridge keeps being too hot or too cold! Luckily, I have me a new fridge come March. Le bliss.

9. Just as much devout attention paid to Clive Owen (the hero for Road to Passion).

10. And an equal amount to Sean Bean (the hero of the next book)

You could win a free book! Not here; head on over to the Riskies, and comment on the super-fabulously nice Mary Blayney’s interview, and you could win a signed copy of her new anthology, signed by all four authors (including Nora).

So, why are you hanging around here?

Okay, I’ll satisfy your fix: My name is Megan, and I am neurotic about my weight, my teeth, if I talk too much or too little, my writing time, how tired I am, how much coffee I seem to need, and how little housework I seem to do despite picking things up all the time. I am not neurotic about how much I love Clive Owen or Sean Bean or how proud I am that I read and write romance.

Now head on over there!

So for a variety of reasons I am having a hard time staying motivated to get back on the stick, or the keyboard, and start writing again. Which means things won’t happen, because I haven’t done it, but I don’t want to do it because things aren’t happening.
I have my mom-lit to revise the ending of–yet again–and I do not want to [cue me stomping my feet and tossing my hair. Never cute even on a four year-old, but on a 43-y.o.? Pas de tout.]
I have Road to Passion to finish. I like this story a lot, but I have to print it all out, which means dragging the laptop out and balancing it on my knees while I figure out which version is the right one and then sorting the pages and feeding the printer and–ugh.
I have a romantica short story I’d like to start, but of course the previous two projects have prior claim.
I have no time because Back-to-School means Back-to-Normal-Brooklyn life, which requires laundry, grocery shopping, etc. Plus miscellaneous running around, which always takes longer.
Feh.
What can possible inspire me?

Oh, all right then. I’ll get back to work.

I’m getting all Riskily deep today. Click on through for some unhappy endings.