Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Therapy For The Soul...

Lately stuff's been tricky (personal life glitches that will iron out but are still emotionally draining because I worry a lot). Plus I am NOT THINKING about the sub. No way. Plus lately I've done a bit of writing, progress!

So as reward and therapy for the soul tonight I have promised myself the following:

A scrummy bubble bath

Finish my current read (final two chapters, bliss)

Then I'm going to watch The Holiday (again).

I love The Holiday. And it's not for Cameron Diaz and Jude Law. I just love the Kate Winslet and Jack Black falling in love story. Dunno why. I just dig it.

I love Kate's cottage covered in snow. I love her wearing a jumper all the time because it's so freezing. I love her face when she arrives in LA. I also love her face when Rufus Sewell turns up. And I especially love the end when Jack and Kate are together. Big sigh!

So. Tonight is my Holiday splurge. Yum.

Thursday, September 24, 2009


Isn't it nice when you're immersed in a book that makes you wriggle your toes.

Recommended Toe Wriggler Read:

The Frenchman's Plain-Jane Project by Myrna Mackenzie

No more cover art attacks (thankfully).

Though I have been twiddling with a contest entry. Funny how these things sneak up on you when you least expect it.
Anybody else reading anything that affects their anatomy?

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Cover Art Gone Mad...

There is an old wise saying...never kid a kidder.

See what you've all started...
I should add here that my tongue is firmly in cheek. I haven't really gone photoshop bonkers. Though if anyone wants a fake cover my rates are very reasonable...

How To Lose Your Mind In Ten Days...

Okay. So my prediction was pants.

And I've not heard about my sub (in common with a lotta lotta gals on subcare). I keep chanting 'no news is good news' but frankly it's not wuuurking!

I'm almost being driven demented. Which brings me to another confession.

I've been fiddling on the computer and am sorely tempted to mock up my own cover for Crazy Nanny just to fill the time/avoid the writing quagmire that is my current WIP! A bit like that wonderful scene in How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days when Andie mocks up 'Our Family Album' in photoshop to present to Benny-Boy in the hope of driving him screaming for the hills. The one with kids with strange cloned faces and lederhosen...ah love it!

Do you think mocking up a photoshop cover of Crazy Nanny will make the editors hear my mental mantra to read it?

What mad lengths do I have to go to here....

Friday, September 18, 2009

Addicted To Barbie

"Hi. I'm Judy. And I'm a Barbieholic."

If you needed final proof I've gone a bit bonkers (blame the Evading Submission Thoughts Angst) here it is. I'm addicted to Barbie Movies. It's true.

I love the music, the simple tales of good against the odds, the animation, the preponderance of PINK, the animated heroes are pretty scrummy (even if some of them wear tights)...Yep. I'm falling for animated heroes now too...sigh! Barbie's boyfriends are pretty hot.

Since my wee girls discovered the amazing world of BarbZilla I've been as hooked as they have. But it's only lately I've begun to consider the similarities to the romance books I love. Quite a few are stacking up. Consider if you will...
  • The magical worlds that beckon you to step inside.

  • A heroine you want to be and take into your heart, one who visits fantasy lands in magical shoes. Yum.

  • The heroine always bumps into her fantasy hunky fella and he always turns into a knight in shining armour and saves the day.

  • Familiar themes...cinderella fairy tales, magical princess stories, rags to riches, identity swaps, tropical island adventures...

  • I even love the music (confess to owning the Barbie Movies CD, we play it in the car). And it's a bit like the kind of love I have for the romance book covers. I love these worlds so much I manage to get a kick out of the added extras!
See I'm hooked. I'm a fan. And now I'm saying it loud and proud. Love romance...try Barbie movies for size! You might just find yourself filling up some shelves... And if nothing else they're great for 'easy story craft' viewing. Suck it and see!

Judy shakes her head at herself. I'm sure I'll regret this confession later. Alvin and The Chipmunks, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Now the whole truth is out! Big kid alert.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Happy Fishy

The fish tank algae problem is getting better (hurray! Thank you lovely wise fish lady at pet shop). The fish now has a real plant and a new fancy filter that bubbles up a storm. A bit like giving your child his/her very own waterslide park for non stop use. Suddenly he's turned into Evil Knievel and is going high speed bubble riding crazy... If fish could smile, Charlie would be grinning like a loon.

For anyone else trying to solve the gremlins of green tank. The solution is a real plant, better filtration and regular mini water changes. Two days with a padded envelope (a spare from the submission stock, see the benefits of being a writer do come in tres handy!) blocking out the light didn't hurt either. See...now I'm officially an aquarist ANORAK. Note to self: must get out more! I'll be walking around wearing a snorkel soon, watchout!

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Curiouser and Curiouser...

I predict...I am going to hear soon about my partial with Mills and Boon. Can't tell you what the answer will be but somehow I predict it's going to happen. I will know in the very near future.

Of course the last time I made a blog prediction I said I thought I was going to have a baby boy. Which was totally WRONG. So going on past history don't believe a word I say. My 'feelings' are more flawed than finger on pulse!

But I do have this really strong, strange feeling. It's about to hit and for the last five months I've pretty much known it would be radio silence. So if my Mystic tendencies are right the waiting will soon be over. And I know I sound totally bonkers saying it! Perhaps howling at the moon next!? Talking to the goldfish has happened already.


Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Goldfish. Trauma, trauma, trauma!

No. He's still alive. Daughter's fish is swimming happily beside me but to be honest since we got him just under a month ago I've been expecting bad news every morning.
I've been having a lot of goldfish trauma.
To be more specific, since we got the fish he's been nowt but trouble. And incase you haven't already guessed I'm a worrier. Olympic Gold Medalist in the stress department to be exact.
So. Charlie Bucket came into our lives, along with a strange fungusy looking thing on his tail.
I read, I googled. I bought tinctures (at great expense) and dosed according to instructions.
The fungus cleared. Then reappeared on the other side of said swishy tail.
So...repeat as before...I read, I googled etc etc.
I also read loads of conflicting info about fishkeeping on the internet that left me completely bamboozled why I'd taken up this stark staring mad hobby in the first place. Like how much water change is too much? Why do test strips that cost enough to feed my children for a week not work when all the pet shops stock them? And why did I then have to pay a veritable mortgage for a fishy testing masterkit? And finally...how much worrying about a small fish that cost £3 is too much?
Answer. THIS MUCH!
This week a new problem creeps into the equation. And the aquarium.
Hubbie changed the filter and botched it (bless him, he tries...) and since then the water's been turning green. From a fetching chartreuse to a murky emerald and as of today far more akin to Witchy Brew soup than anything any sane fish would want to defacate in never mind swim in with a fungal tail!
Gasp for a big breath here...
Today I've changed the water yet again. Regardless of what all the internet stuff says, paying not a jot of heed to the man at the petshop either and I've purchased (ca ching-this fish has had more spent on it lately than Paris Hilton!) an algae scrubber!!!
Any more wallet and mental abuse and I think I may just lose my mind! And the fish may find itself sent packing.
Please let us now be embarking on a stable phase of my fish husbandry experience.
My nerves simply cannot take any more fish-related strain. And Charlie Bucket really needs to give his untrained new human caretaker a bit of a breather to regain her control.
Thank yoh for letting me vent!

Later note-the wee fishy is happily sleeping in a cleaner tank and I feel bad for moaning. I think the problem is I've actually grown way more attached to Charlie Bucket than I imagined. He may not be huggable but he is kinda cute... I think I have a hormonal imbalance or something...

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Large Breathy Sigh...

Can you hear my BIG BREATHY sigh? A prelude to the contentment of knowing...I finally have some time to WRITE the Crazy Crofter. Excitement swells and quivers within at the thought.

It's no fun when you're repressing the inferno urge to write. It's been burning inside me like indigestion...erm maybe that wasn't the best metaphor...Anyhoo. Sadly there's no fizzy tablet that quashes it.

So finally crit is done. Crazy Nanny is confined to the attic (rather like Mr Rochester's wife). Shoo Nanny shoo! And I'm free...free...free to write like Jessica Fletcher's crazed clone. And indulge my new passion for a man called Ben with brawny biceps.

I love living in my mad writer's dream world. No-one tells me off for mad thoughts and crazy intense relationships with non existent people, even if I blog about it. And the packet of chocolate biscuits is my section break reward (look out hips and thighs!) But blissful even if calorifically unwise.

So while we're at it, let's post a picture of a rather lush Rupert just for the heck of it shall we?

Thursday, September 03, 2009

A Teeny Tiny Window

Well what do you know...
Right now time is v tight. The toddler is flexing her assertiveness muscles and avoiding the potty. Plus she is climbing out of the cot with all the agility of a mini gymnastics champ! Tonight we converted the cot into a bed. So I'm sure later will be fun while we chase her around the house like a crazed AWOL duckling!

Meanwhile my eldest is about to start swimming lessons and is constantly wearing a swim hat (well not quite constantly but nearly!) Plus I've crit to do and let's not even get started on the toy mania mess that is my living room...

But. Yesterday I snatched some time and what d'ya know? Suddenly a bare bones partial is born. Amazing what a stray hour and a half can achieve. I really, really need more time to nail this story! I'm wishing very very hard for TIME.