Can you believe I had a blog post for today all set in my head on Saturday? Rott said something, a “Can you believe…?” thing, and we were both laughing and I said, “That’s my blog post for Monday!” and we expounded on it… and… Um, yeah. I can’t remember it. So I guess my post is Can You Believe I Forgot My Blog Post?
It will probably come back to me when I’ve stopped trying to remember what it is. The sad thing is, I know I should write shit down. Not only am I getting older and more ADD by the day, but I juggle a lot of stuff. Not just at work, although I swear they should give out a juggling award and I should be its first recipient, but I juggle a lot at home. It’s rough to have three careers.
When I think about all the stuff I’ve forgotten or don’t remember clearly, it bothers me. And really, I know that it’s not that I’ve truly forgotten stuff but more like other things have crowded to the front of my brain. I have a lot of vague crap in my memory.
Thanks to Hilly, whose Facebook posts hold me riveted more than anything since I found Facebook, I’ve actually spent some time there. Spending time there has led to me finding people I had lost. People I should never have lost in the first place. But see, for a writer, I’m also a bad communicator. I hate talking on the phone. I’d much rather see someone’s face or read an email. People tend to pour stuff into an email that they wouldn’t say on the phone, especially when they know they aren’t going to see you any time soon or speak to you on the phone. On the phone, you distract each other and the things you had planned to say often go astray. You don’t forget them, you just forget them right at that moment.
So I’ve found some people from my past that I was excited to reconnect with. Like J.J. who helped Jason teach me how to swim when I was 26 years old and deathly frightened of the water. These two 15 year olds made it their mission for the summer to teach me to swim. And they did. I can’t say that I remember how to swim now, but by the end of that summer I could dog paddle my way underwater across the width of the pool. A huge accomplishment for a woman deathly afraid of the water.
I also found a woman I used to work with. Not only do I remember the bright red hair and sparkling smile – both of which are still there in abundance if the photos are to be believed – but I remember what a nice person she was. Sweet, but with a hint of spice, fun and little bit funny, and the only person I can think of who could get an entire roomful of people who were prepared to embark on a stuffy conference to do the Macarena. No, I did not do the Macarena myself. Instead, I stood there and watched Carmen weave her magic. And it was magic. The moment stands out in my memory clearly and hasn’t been shoved to the back amongst all the other stuff I barely remember.
I guess I’ll post that scintillating blog post when I remember it. If I remember it. Doesn’t matter if I don’t though. There are a lot of other more fun and heartwarming things I can remember in my old brain now that I’ve found some people I lost. It feels better than finding money. And I could blame it on Hilly because I’ve been so caught up in watching her happiness bloom. But I guess the reality is that the cosmos knew I needed to find these people again… right now. So I guess I can believe. 🙂
As usual, before I close my Monday post, I have a Marcus. An oh so yummeh Marcus. I guess Mondays really aren’t so blah when I can hare off to work with that vision of him fresh in my head.
I seriously love that man’s chest. *Drool*
Before I take off, I have a couple of bits of info on the writing front. I’ll prolly have a more in depth post on this stuff later in the month here or over on the Lex Valentine blog. Where There’s Smoke has finished edits but I don’t have a release date yet. Dee Carney‘s book Deeper Than the Ocean is the first book in the trilogy and it’s out now at Liquid Silver Books. Mina Carter‘s book Playing Wolf is the second book in the series and my book concludes it and wraps up the entertwined stories of four brothers whose father tries to murder them.
Insolence will be out April 16 at Cobblestone Press and it’s a friends to lovers story with a little twist of BDSM to spice it up. I finalized the cover for Sunstroked. Still not happy with Common Ground’s cover, but I need to finish that story anyway. I’ll prolly work on it during Cobblestone’s Book In a Week challenge. Maybe I’ll share some covers later this week. We’ll see how strapped I am for time.
Oh, and a big THANK YOU to Dave2 for helping me with something that I KNEW he would know. He’s so smart. And purdy too. 😉
Hope you all have a great Monday!