Romanticon here I come!

One week from today I will be in the mom-mobile making my way to Ellora Cave’s annual Romanticon weekend. I will be going as an author and can barely contain my excitement at the prospect of having so much fun.

I look forward to again talking with the editor and chief who is one kick-ass woman. As I’ve complained before I’ve hit a major writers block and I’m hoping that this event will get the juices flowing again as well as the ideas.

There are going to be two costume events. A cavewoman/man night and a futuristic night. I am completely thrilled about this. My costumes are awesome…lol…. Some of you may know that last year I had gastric bypass surgery and have gone from a 26 to a 10. Now at 43 I’m truly enjoying the shopping experience for the first time in my entire life. I have always been a big girl and I ha a really good self-image. My decision for the surgery was based on health, namely me ending up with diabetes or high blood pressure etc…. A road I didn’t want to travel as I have several family members who have gone through and are suffering through some of the devastating things that can go wrong with these diseases.

I am so happy to be debuting the NEW me. I know some people don’t like to let others know they’ve had the surgery. Hell I shout it from the rooftops. My life has been saved and I’ve added 20 years to it. I don’t push it on anyone else and I try to support those who’ve gone through are currently or in the future going to do something similar.

Back to Romanticon. Its been a rough year and I’m looking forward to seeing old friends and making new ones. One reader turned good friend and I are sharing a room ( can’t wait to see you Dotty). There will be some of my favorite people there ( Laura) and I can’t wait until this week gets done’ and over with.

I hope many of my readers will be there I would love the chance to meet you and talk.

Cheers,

Sierra

 

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MY MUSE HAS TAKEN A VACATION

Only one other time in my short writing career has my Muse taken off somewhere I imagine the little prick is sunning himself somewhere in the Bahamas while I sit in front of my computer staring blankly at my word files, hoping that something interesting will start to flow from my fingers.

When I’m feeling pressured, annoyed or down in the dumps I generally write like a mad woman, pouring all my angst into the words of my stories. MY LITTLE MUSE sits upon my shoulder and pushes me to continue, helps me through the rough stuff and kicks me in the ass when I need it.

I’m not really sure where the block is coming from. I suppose that if I REALLY thought about it I might be able to come up with some plausible answer but the problem is that I don’t really want to laminate over what might be at the heart of my discontent. I haven’t learned the art of selfish preservation at all cost and I’m thinking that may be part of the problem. I feel a certain amount of guilt whenever I move forward which is a ridiculous way to feel.  All I know is that I haven’t written beyond a couple of pages in the last five weeks. A certain amount of excitement I used to feel is now gone, sucked out of the joy of writing for me.

So I blame the one thing that is easiest to find fault with, MY MUSE. I ca sit and call him every name in the book. The  pecker-head merely laughs and disappears again into the dark place inside me where he lives. But I miss the little brat and his torturous ways, his mocking laughter echoing in my head. His selfish desire to needle me until I can’t stand it anymore and HAVE to get the words down on paper. He’s abandoned me for whatever his own selfish purposes may be and NOW I’m so angry with him that I’m not sure I want him back. Of course that’s the ultimate denial, I miss the little shit and want him to return to me. I want him to wake me up at night with an idea, or to shake my by the shoulders until I finish a chapter. I want to hear him in my ear telling me that what I’m writing isn’t nearly good enough if only to prove him wrong.

So where ever you have skipped off to you jerk get back here before I have to replace you with another one who won’t abandon me in my darkest hour!!!!!!!!! On the other hand maybe he is trying to steer me in a new direction, maybe he’s trying to how me that I need to be a little more selfish. It is at odds with who I am as a person and I’m not sure how I can reconcile myself to do it, but I know that I have to forge on and continue to sit in front of my pc until my fingers start to move and the ideas flow freely again.

God help him when he returns because I’m a bitch on wheelz at the moment and he deserves a good lashing.