For One Night Only Ecataromance Nominee!

I just found out yesterday that For One Night Only has been nominated for Ecataromance's Reviewer Choice Award. That's really nice. Really, really nice. LOL. You can check out the rest of the nominees at the Cata Network Message Boards.

This really just made my day. Yay!

Need I Say More?

It's sad that some people just have more money than sense. Even sadder that she's getting all the press. She's not one I'd want my kids to emulate.

Back To School

I'll let you in on a secret. I've gone back to school. I want to finish the degree that I was never able to finish because I met the love of my life when I was a sophomore in college. So here I am, a student again.

It's a lot of fun and certainly challenging. You know what I also realized? It seems like I don't have the patience to study anymore. At my age, it feels a little bit weird. I leaf through the study guides and I'm groaning inside. I have to read this? Do this? What???? It feels funny to go home and crack the books, take copious notes, and review for tests. It's a strange feeling, I tell ya.

My classmates are great, a friendly bunch of kids. My son is a senior in high school, and it seems like they all act the same. I listen to them swap stories and I can't help but smile. I hear those at home! I'm thinking this will be a good thing for my writing. I can pick up story ideas to run with and develop into a hot romance. Yay!

One glaring downside of going back to school is that I've had to drastically cut back on my reading. Yes, folks, I haven't picked up a book in weeks. I feel like I'm going through withdrawal. I don't know what new book is out or will soon come out. The free time I have I spend it writing so I can finish all my projects and make my editor happy. I wake up at five in the morning every day to get some writing done, spend a couple of hours at the office with my hubby to help out with admin stuff and then go off to study. It's a crazy life, but you know what? I believe it will pay off soon. I actually like the fact that I'm busy. Time doesn't drag while I'm doing all that.

Stay tuned. I'll keep y'all posted.

Great Night for Music

I watched the Grammys the other night, the actual show, mind you, not the never-ending red carpet interviews, commentary on clothes and make-up, etc. It's the biggest night for the music industry, kinda like the Oscars. The performances all have to be live. No lip synch, thank you very much. These are the real singers and artists. LOL.

It was nice to see the Police together again for so long. Look, I'm an 80s child, okay? I love 80s music. I have a whole ITunes file full of 80s music, which drives my kids crazy. It would have been nice to hear a new version of Roxanne, but I guess that's the whole point of a reunion, is to hear the classics.

Other notable perfomances were John Legend, John Mayer and Corinne Bailey Rae. Wyclef Jean and Shakira were great, too--I'd die to have her belly. It was so perfect! I thought Beyonce looked glam as usual, but her song didn't really do it for me. But I was happy the most about MJB. She's been around forever, had her ups and downs, but she's back, stronger than ever. Her new song, Be Without You, is awesome, but I also love her classics, like Sweet Thing. It's nice to see that she finally got the recognition she deserved.


Then of course, there's Justin Timberlake. I think I'm in love with him. Not in a I have to have him kind of way, but in a totally fan-nish way. Out of all the boy bands that were so big for a while, I think he's the only one who really made it big, because he is incredibly talented. He can sing, he can dance, and yes, he even plays instruments.
His duet with the Grammy moment winner was simply well-done. The lucky girl pulled it off, too. She had a great voice, she was poised, and most important of all, she could carry a tune.

I'm totally into JT at the moment, even my Blackberry's ring tone is one of his songs. Hey, what the heck, right? He brought sexy back, after all. *g*

Cleaning House

I haven't been around for a couple of weeks and for that, I apologize. Never mind that I seem to be apologizing forever to all of you for being constantly absent. I'm trying, I really am, to fit everything into the 24 hours that I'm given everyday. Sadly, I'm not very good at it. *g*

When January came around, my husband and I agreed to start cleaning up the clutter in our house. Now it's a pretty sizeable house, mind you, so we've decided to take it one space at a time. We tackled the messiest place to begin with--our closet. I'm no Martha Stewart, I assure you. I confess to having a cleaning lady come once a week and do the hard stuff. You know, the floors, the bathrooms, the whole house, really. But I draw the line at having my laundry done. There's something about having somebody else touch my clothes (read: undies) that really give me the creeps. It's too personal, if you know what I mean. Although there are days when I'm tempted to have her do that, too, when I look at the heaping mound of clothes to be done. There's only four of us in this family, but we produce enough dirty laundry that a family of eight probably would. Grrr!

Anyway, I digress. Looking at my closet, I never realized how much clothes I've accumulated over the years, and most of them, I haven't worn in a long time. I'm not a clotheshorse, trust me, but I never realized I had so many freaking clothes. There were a number of them that were two or three sizes too small. Yeah, yeah, that was eons ago when I was actually a lot skinnier than I am now. LOL. So they all had to go. My husband and I packed them in boxes and bags. By the time we were done, we had five boxes full of clothes and a smattering of large plastic bags containing even more. Even my kids pitched in and cleaned out their stuff. Mind-boggling!




Look at that! Isn't it pretty? I can actually see the floor of my closet. You'll also see from the picture that my husband has arranged his clothes (top photo) by color. How disgusting is that? He's forever trying to get me to do the same, but I resist. In a bid to retain my independence, I have steadfastly refused. LOL. It's just an excuse, really. I'll get to it someday. Hey, it only took me about seven years to clean my closet. In another seven, I'll color coordinate my clothes, too!