Posted by: Author | July 26, 2010

Soundtrack for Surfer Bride

Not sure if I ever posted this one and since I’ve been up since 3:40 this morning, I don’t have the energy to look back.  “Why, Jillian, why were you up so early?”  You may ask.  Good question.  I usually get up around 4:20-4:30 on the days I travel to Tallahassee for work (3 hr drive one way). But since it is summer time, my vampire, night loving, 16 year old son was still up at 3:30- he went to the garage to get a soda and something fell- I heard it and it woke me up.  I went out to see what all the clamor was about and he said he thought there was an animal in the garage. I said it would leave when I opened the door at 5:15 when I left home and then I went back to bed.  As you’ve probably guessed, I didn’t make it back to sleep.  So, here I am in Tallahassee, waiting for court to begin in 34 minutes.  Will need massive doses of caffeine to get home this afternoon.

Anyway,  here’s the soundtrack :

Smooth Operator, Sade; Sylvia’s Mother, Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show; Glitter in the Air, P!nk; Have You Really Ever Loved a Woman, Bryan Adams; Sharing the Night Together, Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show; Could it Be I’m Falling in Love, The Spinners ; You Can Tell Me Goodbye, Casinos; Something Stupid, Robbie Williams; Can’t Get Enough of Your Love, Barry White; So Into You, Atlanta Rhythm Section; God Only Knows, Beach Boys; Someone Like You, Van Morrison; Hello its Me, Todd Rundgren

The germ of the story was planted by one of these songs in particular.  Can’t tell ya which as I have been the victim of “idea” theft before.  If the dang thing is ever published, I plan an acknowledgement to the artist(s).

Posted by: Author | July 25, 2010

RWA Conference

I am attending the Romance Writer’s of America national conference in Orlando later this week. I’m wondering if it is such a good idea. I’m in one of those moods of “be careful what you wish for.”  You know, I love my day job (most of the time) and I have been a writer on the side for stress relief for a long time. Then I decided to start submitting my stories for publication. I’m thinking now that I really am not sure I want to go on with the publishing thing.  What if my love of writing gets tedious? In other words, do I really want  a publishing contract for full length fiction? Will it then become a JOB? A job I hate? And will the pressure be too much with the day job?  And will I be adding stress to my life as opposed to relieving stress? I hope I’m only going through the angst of knowing how much money I’m spending on this trip and being out of the office for three days. AND knowing how tired I’ll be when I get home and have to go back to the day job.  Dunno.  Just wondering if it’s worth it.  Really worth it.  Or was I happier when I didn’t have expectations?

I worked on the proof copy yesterday from the editor of  the L&L Dreamspell story I have coming out under my real name and it hit me that these edits were very mild and not onerous, but it is only a 21 page story.  How much more time consuming would the edits of a full manuscript be?  Thus my questions about “be careful what you wish for.”

Here will be my home for the RWA conference – hope it’s fun and productive: 

Posted by: Author | July 23, 2010

Friday Facts- July 23, 2010- Toque

Was looking around my office today as I sat at the desk of one of my staff and said, “Hmm, wonder what I should use as the Friday Fact this week.”  I spun around in her chair and noticed the picture of her son, the chef, on the wall. So, there’s where I got the idea for the fact for today. (Not good to look behind that curtain, Toto- it takes away from the mystique).

A Toque is the subject of the day.  A chef’s hat is called a toque.  The etiology of the word is French (actually it’s real root word is Spanish but the French made the name popular) and it means a cap with a small brim or no brim at all.  The ones that chefs wear are actually called toque blanche.  That means white hat with no brim.  The question I always had was why white? and why white chef coats?  All I can think of is spaghetti sauce all over the front. Which is how mine would be were I a chef.  And the way I cook, I would probably have some on that brimless hat as well.

Now the Canadians, who always have to be a bit quirky and different, call a beanie a toque.  What do you think of that, eh?

Posted by: Author | July 21, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

Posted by: Author | July 19, 2010

Working too hard

Jillian is working too hard at the day job. She hates it when this happens.  It’s like the old adage, the hurrieder I go, the behinder I get.  Worked several hours at home on  Sunday and haven’t moved from my desk today other than to grab a sandwich at lunch. Still have 340 bank statements to look at, mail From Friday, and a stack of cases ready to work on the closing process and various and sundry other crap.  And then the mail man came and brought more work.

There will be no working on the WIP tonight as I am whipped, myself.   Here’s some whipped cream that makes me feel a little better- not much, just a dollop! 

Posted by: Author | July 17, 2010

Two in One Day

This week, instead of working on the WIP, I whipped out two short stories. One named The True Believers and one named One Night in Costa Rica (it’s unfortunate that whenever I think of that title that One Night in Bankok song gets stuck in my head.  Alas, that’s one of the foibles of being a writer).  I submitted one story under my real name and one under this pen name.

I’m proud to say that they were each liked by the editor that received them and have been accepted for publication.    So, two in one day to two different publications. One a Halloween anthology and one the launch/debut issue of a romance magazine.  

All in all a good day. Now, back to the WIP.  May it be as blessed as these 2 stories and find a home.

Posted by: Author | July 16, 2010

Friday Facts-July 16-Bootlegger’s Legacy

My father in law died at age 98. He was the son of a man who was a bootlegger during the crazy time in the United States when the government thought it could legislate morals. This period ran from 1920-1933. The Consitutional Amendment dealing with the prohibition on the sale, manufacture and distribution of alcoholic beverages was the 18th Amendment and was ratified in 1919.  It was  a dismal failure. My grandfather-in-law (who I never met) ran illegal whiskey for years. In fact, bottles of the stuff were still being found buried in his fields in the late 1970s, early 1980s.  And, in a grand family tradition of illegality, my wonderful father in law (that always treated me like one of his own children) sold fireworks in the State of Alabama for many years. Over the years, he told me at least three times, in a voice full of regret, that he sure did make a lot more money selling his fireworks when he had to smuggle them in from Florida and they were illegal in Alabama. He regretted the day that the State of Alabama passed the law making them legal because he then had competition.  He was a cool old guy- He also hoboed across the country to work the apple harvest as a young lad, but that’s another story.

The Prohibition Era was the impetus for a couple of interesting developments in this country. I’m going to talk about two of the long-term repercussions of Prohibition in this post. Two things that are still part of our culture. One is the emergence of organized crime and the other is Nascar racing.

Gangsters like Al Capone and Lucky Luciano made  a lot of money supplying liquor and beer to the Speakeasys. Speakeasys  were places  a person could go to drink alcohol during this era.  The worst kind of criminals became involved in this underground way of life.  The era of the “organized” criminal had come and it has never left.

The good old boys in the south ran the illegal booze in small, fast cars. The cars were souped up to be fast enough to out run the police.  One of the reasons that Prohibition was a bust was because there was no way to tax illegal products. At the end of prohibition, taxes were re-imposed on liquor and a brand  new kind of Bootlegger was born: the Moonshiner. You see, some of those boys down south had been making their own hooch- not illegally importing the good stuff, but making their own. Their sales didn’t stop after the law was repealed. People still wanted to drink home-stilled booze. So, these guys still needed those fast cars. Only now they were out running the Revenuers. The tax men. They didn’t want to have to pay Uncle Sam his cut. So, fast cars to outrun cops continued to be developed. This was the birth of the tradition of racing cars. 

Daytona was a popular place in the 1920s and 1930s to race to beat land speed records so it seems only right that Daytona Beach, Fla became the home to Nascar.  I’m not a fan myself but some of my favorite people on this planet are big fans.

So, Prohibition ended but there was still the option of having “wet” counties vs. “dry” counties.  There were still dry counties in Florida up to a few years ago.  Every time there would be a vote on the wet/dry  issue, I’d always say it was the only time the bootleggers and the Christian coalition were on the same side of an issue. Different reasons, but they voted the same.

Posted by: Author | July 15, 2010

Had to share a goofy moment

Been eyeballing suitcases for a while now – I use a wheeled one to carry my stuff to the court house and the one I have is torn and ragged. I thought I found an awesome one in NYC.  Saw it in the window of a shop- it was burgundy Italian Leather. BUT, when I went in the store, the sales man was so obnoxious and up my butt, I left.  I don’t like to shop like that. Hate it even.  So, no sale on a $300.00 bag for that dude.

Enter my friend, Sabrina.  She buys her bags here: http://www.ebags.com/ and she recommended them. I looked there and debated between 2 choices. Another burgundy one with 2 outside pockets and the one I chose.  My paralegal, Darlene,  and I measured the old one  and compared measurements on the ones I was looking at on the web site.

Here comes the goofy part: I told her I liked the burgundy one but the other one was more appealing to me.  She laughed out loud at my inadvertent choice of words.  I didn’t even know I said it. 

AND I know you think it’s the word “appeal” because I’m a lawyer but NO, you’d be wrong- it’s the word “appeal” because the  dang thing is ORANGE!  And what I actually said was “the orange is appealing”

  HAHA- Not spelled “a-peel-ing,”‘  but funny nonetheless.  AND yes, we are easily amused.

Here it is in all its orange, Italian leatherness. AND $100.00 cheaper than obnoxious man’s price.

Posted by: Author | July 14, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

Posted by: Author | July 13, 2010

Lear Jet

My poor heroine of this WIP will be in lots of trouble when she gets on one of these in the next few days.  I almost want to say, “Move away from the Lear Jet. Just move away.” She is a little leery of it but gets seduced into believing it’ll be better for her if she gets on the plane.  So, she does. Big mistake, Missy, big mistake.  Being  leery of the Lear was the right way to go with this one. But she’ll make the mistake of getting on- because not only does her fiance require it, but the plot of the story does, too.

Not too uncomfortable, looking is it? But trust me, it won’t be comfortable for her. Not by a long shot.

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