December 2, 2013 § 2 Comments
December 2, 2013
It’s my birthday, and I have to work. Not by choice, mind you. Love the day job. Ha ha!
This helps. A little.
And tonight, I get to go see Catching Fire. So it’s all good.
November 29, 2013 § Leave a Comment
November 29, 2013
I totally failed to make any headway in Catching Fire. I got to a scene that reminded me too much of Twelve Years a Slave so I had to put the book down for awhile. For like a whole week. I’m planning to pick it back up today, though.
Reminds me why I like romance. To balance, I’ve been really enjoying S.E.C.R.E.T. Shared. It is even sexier than the first book.
No Black Friday shopping for me. How about you? What are you reading this weekend?
November 27, 2013 § 2 Comments
but it wasn’t a complete waste.
November 27, 2013
“Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.” —Neil Gaiman
On Saturday, stay-at-home wintry weather Saturday, I warmed up for my writing session by doing some research that led to me hunting down Jewel’s 1997 radio version of “Foolish Games” on iTunes, only to discover that in order to buy the song I have to buy the whole freaking Batman and Robin soundtrack, and I don’t WANT any of those other songs, thank you, and then I further discovered that “Foolish Games” was released as a single along with “You Were Meant for Me” on CD that is like a twenty-five dollar collector’s item on Amazon. Come on! Anyway, after all that, and fueled by lots of hot cocoa, I got down to business.
I finished writing the final, final scene of the new split-in-two version of my novel.
That called for celebration.
My self-imposed Internet-surfing ban now over, I checked Twitter and saw the quote at the beginning of this post, courtesy of Writer.ly. It was just so fitting.
Next step for me and my novel is the polishing of the new rewrites.
Good thing there is a long Thanksgiving weekend ahead.
I just have to resist the temptations of the movie marathons, the shopping sprees, and the hunting down of Jewel songs.
Check out the rest of the list of Writer.ly’s quotes by famous authors. I also love the one by the Maya Angelou.
November 25, 2013 § 1 Comment
November 25, 2013
It snowed this weekend, so I stayed home. I walked out of the house to bring in the paper, de-ice the bird bath, and fill the feeder. That was it. This is the desert. I came here for the sand, sun, and sky. Not the snow.
Friday night was the premiere of the final (sniff) six-part (wail) season of Nikita.
Saturday the chilling out continued:
Snow flakes are falling, I just finished my workout, and early Buffy's on TV. Awesome Saturday morning.—
Shannon Moreau (@shannonymoreau) November 23, 2013
On snow day Sunday, Tosh used her buddy as a pillow. I want a warm furry pillow, too!
Well, fun’s over. It’s Monday, and I have to go push snow off the car and go to work.
Anybody else go into hibernation mode when it’s less than stellar outside? What are your favorite “staying in” activities?
November 22, 2013 § 2 Comments
November 22, 2013
I laughed out loud in surprised delight at the end of Who Asked You? I highly recommend this book as long as you’re not looking for strong romantic elements. This is more family dramedy territory. (Although, there is a little love story going on.)
On the other hand, I voted for Wait For You in the romance category of the Goodreads Choice Awards because this is one of the most romantic books I’ve read in awhile. I also stayed up way too late on a week night to finish it.
I am also trying to get through Catching Fire before the movie opens this weekend. Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to make it. But there is no way I’m seeing the movie before I’ve finished the book, so I guess I won’t make it to opening weekend.
What are you reading this weekend?
November 20, 2013 § Leave a Comment
November 20, 2013
Well, I had hopes.
It turns out not all endings are so easy to wrap up. That final final scene needed a bit more work than I had originally thought. Sigh. What else is new?
Now I’m in that mode where just as I’m drifting off to sleep, inspiration strikes. I bolt upright—or sideways—with my heart racing and flail my hands around for the pen and paper I threw on the nightstand so that I can get the words written down before they fly out of my head forever.
This does not make for peaceful sleep.
Good thing I got my new coffee maker.
This morning I started the coffee maker without putting the carafe in place. Which raises the question: how do you make coffee when you need to have already actually ingested said coffee in order to be awake enough to make it?
November 18, 2013 § 4 Comments
November 18, 2013
I met my favorite filmmaking duo, Dia and Allan of Cheza Jouer Films, for dinner on Saturday night. Talk turned to our favorite TV shows, and Dia inevitably shared her off-point observations.
Dia: I really like Sleepy Hollow, but Nicole Beharie is so petite. Don’t you think that makes her unconvincing as a police officer?
Me: No, I think she projects strength and presence.
Dia: But she’s so tiny. Even in heels. How would she get somebody in a headlock?
Me: The goal of law enforcement officers is to not let anyone get close enough to have to put them in a headlock. That’s why they carry guns.
Dia: And the teddy bear in Grimm —why doesn’t she have any powers?
Me: Rosalee has powers. She’s the potions master.
Dia: Monroe and Renard turn into creatures and have superpowers. She turns into a creature, nothing.
Me: She makes the kick-ass potions that save peoples’ lives.
Dia: Sure, she cooks in the kitchen. Anybody can do that.
Me: Did you miss the part about saving peoples’ lives?
Dia: When Monroe and Renard had to take Nick down, they could have used her help.
Me: When Sgt. Wu collapsed and his entire body erupted like a volcano, who made the potion that saved him?
Allan: I love Sgt. Wu.
Dia: All I’m saying is, if Rosalee had superpowers too, everything would get taken care of a lot more efficiently.
Me: Except when someone gets poisoned or hexed and needs one of Rosalee’s antidotes.
Allan: You two are going to be doing a lot of fighting in the writer’s room.