We've all had moments where we didn't want to socialize with anyone and honestly, there is nothing wrong with wanting a little time alone, but what if that time alone isn't really being alone?
I'm referring to the zone. The zone is the place that takes me into a completely different world and has me surrounded by a new bunch of people, ones that set about telling me their stories. Why am I bringing this up? Well, the fact of the matter is, it has actually taken me this long to find balance when new characters make themselves known.
When Michael and Rose first entered the stage (and we all know at that time I wasn't sure if I was losing my mind or, well...that was pretty much what I thought) they and their cohorts completely consumed me, taking over my psyche and throwing the balance in my own life off kilter. However, in time, I was able to find the balance. I can now decide which world I want to or need to be in, which "zone" requires my attention the most and even sometimes be in two places at once... figure that one out. Ha ha.
Have a great day.
Wishing you all a dream you never knew you had. Absolute Obsession - Book Blurb: Triggering an intervention of fate, 42 year old Rose Gerbaldi, discovers her heart and soul have been forever united with beautiful, 30 year old, British movie star, Michael Terrance - - a discovery that compels her reality to fiercely reclaim her, ultimately devastating the very lives fate had so lovingly entwined. Foolish people – fate is infallible.
Monday, 19 March 2012
Monday, 12 March 2012
Inspiration
As a writer I am often asked what inspires me and as you all know it is my characters that help move me along. Now another question popped up a couple weeks ago "where or how could someone find inspiration?". When that question was posed to me I stumbled on my answer and it was only after it was too late that the answer came to me.
Inspiration isn't something you can look for, as a matter of fact, I can almost guarantee that looking for it will produce the exact opposite result. It isn't something that can be found in one certain place and I believe that if you're looking for it, you will never find it, it will evade you like the plague. That's not to say it'll never find you. Inspiration can be a billboard that you see along the highway, it can be a comment in passing, it can even be a look someone gives you. Inspiration is as individual as the person itself. The trick is, you have to be able to recognize it when it does hit. Remember this: inspiration is but a fleeting moment in time and it's up to you to capture it.
Have a great day.
Inspiration isn't something you can look for, as a matter of fact, I can almost guarantee that looking for it will produce the exact opposite result. It isn't something that can be found in one certain place and I believe that if you're looking for it, you will never find it, it will evade you like the plague. That's not to say it'll never find you. Inspiration can be a billboard that you see along the highway, it can be a comment in passing, it can even be a look someone gives you. Inspiration is as individual as the person itself. The trick is, you have to be able to recognize it when it does hit. Remember this: inspiration is but a fleeting moment in time and it's up to you to capture it.
Have a great day.
Monday, 5 March 2012
Young Love
I was at a wedding this past weekend for my friend's daughter. It was a beautiful ceremony and a very lovely reception. The bride, of course, looked beautiful, the groom was very handsome and all had good time, including myself.
As I watched the traditional evening unfold I couldn't help but smile and feel all tingly inside when I saw how the bride and groom looked at each other during their first dance as husband and wife, their little smitten glances -- you couldn't slap the smiles off their faces as they both gazed, yes gazed, into each other's eyes.
It was wonderful to see such young love. It brought me back in time, jogging the memory of what it feels like when you find new love -- the butterflies that dance in your tummy in anticipation of seeing them, hanging on every word they say while they tell you about their dreams and desires, wanting to give them everything, including your soul. It's a time when you feel free, when the future holds everything and the world is at your fingertips. Ahhh! Young love.
Contrats sweethearts!
Have a great day.
As I watched the traditional evening unfold I couldn't help but smile and feel all tingly inside when I saw how the bride and groom looked at each other during their first dance as husband and wife, their little smitten glances -- you couldn't slap the smiles off their faces as they both gazed, yes gazed, into each other's eyes.
It was wonderful to see such young love. It brought me back in time, jogging the memory of what it feels like when you find new love -- the butterflies that dance in your tummy in anticipation of seeing them, hanging on every word they say while they tell you about their dreams and desires, wanting to give them everything, including your soul. It's a time when you feel free, when the future holds everything and the world is at your fingertips. Ahhh! Young love.
Contrats sweethearts!
Have a great day.
Friday, 10 February 2012
Writing the Perfect Valentine
If you want to write your own perfect Valentine, you'll have to be willing to strip away that protective guard we hide our feelings behind to protect us and unveil your vulnerability. That is step one.
Next, start writing using basic words, such as love, kind, and happy. Then explore the thesaurus to change it up a bit. So, instead of writing "I love you" jot down "you are my passion" and continue writing little quotes that directly relate to how you feel. It won't be an easy task. Conveying emotion paper is difficult even for a romance writer, but it can be done. Go with your gut, listen to that inner voice and I guarantee that what you will end up with, is a Valentine your love will hold onto for years to come -- after all, isn't life all about giving of one's self? I think so.
Have a great day and weekend
Next, start writing using basic words, such as love, kind, and happy. Then explore the thesaurus to change it up a bit. So, instead of writing "I love you" jot down "you are my passion" and continue writing little quotes that directly relate to how you feel. It won't be an easy task. Conveying emotion paper is difficult even for a romance writer, but it can be done. Go with your gut, listen to that inner voice and I guarantee that what you will end up with, is a Valentine your love will hold onto for years to come -- after all, isn't life all about giving of one's self? I think so.
Have a great day and weekend
Wednesday, 8 February 2012
At Least Michael Terrance is Honest
There have been some reviewers and readers that have brought attention to Michael's temper in Absolute Obsession. Yes, I'll agree at times his temper is worrisome, but there is so much more to him than that, including being a romantic to a fault.
The thing is, Michael could have easily been portrayed as a perfect lover and husband, but that wouldn't be him. He insisted on being truthful about the man he is and wanted me to write his story honestly. Quite frankly, that honesty and temper gives him depth -- he's real when he enters your mind and I can guarantee you'll want to know who he really is.
Would I change Absolute Obsession for those who insist on bringing light to the negative -- never! Michael's story is exactly that... Michael's story and it couldn't be written any other way.
Have a great day.
The thing is, Michael could have easily been portrayed as a perfect lover and husband, but that wouldn't be him. He insisted on being truthful about the man he is and wanted me to write his story honestly. Quite frankly, that honesty and temper gives him depth -- he's real when he enters your mind and I can guarantee you'll want to know who he really is.
Would I change Absolute Obsession for those who insist on bringing light to the negative -- never! Michael's story is exactly that... Michael's story and it couldn't be written any other way.
Have a great day.
Monday, 6 February 2012
The Secret to Romance
With Valentine's Day fast approaching, many are thinking about what is an appropriate gift to buy for the one they love, some may be worrying that they can't afford those expensive gifts and some will simply buy whatever is out there on the shelves. It's all very nice and we do appreciate it when we receive those gifts. However, when looking upon that empty box of chocolates, after popping the last succulent one into our mouth, is that our romantic quota for the year?
I believe there is a misconception as to what romance truly is. Romance isn't diamonds, jewellery, boxes of chocolate, flowers, or anything of the like -- it isn't defined by material goods, or a dollar value. Romance is a soft touch as you pass by, a wisp of a kiss just so you can be close, a hug with a snuggle into the nape of my neck, listening when I have so much to tell you and yes, my favorite, the sweet nothings whispered in my ear -- that is romance.
So for all you men out there who are struggling to figure out what to get, the above is the gift that keeps on giving and will immortalize you in our hearts.
Have a great day.
I believe there is a misconception as to what romance truly is. Romance isn't diamonds, jewellery, boxes of chocolate, flowers, or anything of the like -- it isn't defined by material goods, or a dollar value. Romance is a soft touch as you pass by, a wisp of a kiss just so you can be close, a hug with a snuggle into the nape of my neck, listening when I have so much to tell you and yes, my favorite, the sweet nothings whispered in my ear -- that is romance.
So for all you men out there who are struggling to figure out what to get, the above is the gift that keeps on giving and will immortalize you in our hearts.
Have a great day.
Friday, 3 February 2012
A Humorous Antidote
What kind of person would I be if I couldn't laugh at myself? I had the occasion to do just that yesterday, especially when I knew the looks and snickers were directed at me.
Again I was at the gym (yes, I'm addicted) and you can just imagine my surprise when the gym pants I pulled out weren't mine. Somehow a pair of my mom's sweat pants got into my drawer and made into my gym bag and of course, I wouldn't look closely at them -- heck they were in my drawer! Anyway, my mom wears a few sizes larger than me and because there was no way I was going to go all the way home or skip the gym, I put them on... they slid down, I pulled them back up, they fell down again. So with them crumpled on the floor, I put my workout top on, which is spandex and fits snugly, then tucked my pants under my shirt -- it became my belt. Unfortunately the pants were very baggy and... too short, I looked like a wanna be Erkel, all that was missing were the suspenders. Needless to say, during my whole workout I was constantly tucking my pants under my belt-shirt. You can just imagine the looks... it was hilarious.
How did the pants get in my drawer? The conclusion I could come up with is: Last summer my mom stayed with us for a couple of weeks and somehow those pants in these past months made it from her house, to our spare bedroom, through the laundry, then into my drawer -- the strange thing; it took them six months to make to my dresser -- spooky.
Keep on laughing
Have a great day and week-end.
Again I was at the gym (yes, I'm addicted) and you can just imagine my surprise when the gym pants I pulled out weren't mine. Somehow a pair of my mom's sweat pants got into my drawer and made into my gym bag and of course, I wouldn't look closely at them -- heck they were in my drawer! Anyway, my mom wears a few sizes larger than me and because there was no way I was going to go all the way home or skip the gym, I put them on... they slid down, I pulled them back up, they fell down again. So with them crumpled on the floor, I put my workout top on, which is spandex and fits snugly, then tucked my pants under my shirt -- it became my belt. Unfortunately the pants were very baggy and... too short, I looked like a wanna be Erkel, all that was missing were the suspenders. Needless to say, during my whole workout I was constantly tucking my pants under my belt-shirt. You can just imagine the looks... it was hilarious.
How did the pants get in my drawer? The conclusion I could come up with is: Last summer my mom stayed with us for a couple of weeks and somehow those pants in these past months made it from her house, to our spare bedroom, through the laundry, then into my drawer -- the strange thing; it took them six months to make to my dresser -- spooky.
Keep on laughing
Have a great day and week-end.
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