2011 DFW Writers Conference

I just found out that the 2011 DFW Writers Conference is going to be February 26-27. I really REALLY want to go! There are going to be so many agents and whatnot there. I really want to have a finished manuscript when (if) I'm able to go. We shall see......

Home Office/Gone With the Wind

I FINALLY got my home office setup! It will make writing more comfortable so I'll want to write more often. My desk is absolute awesomeness!! It's glass and has a retractable keyboard stand that I don't really need for that purpose so I'll probably just keep a notebook handy on it or something. It sits right next to my bookcase so any reference I might need is within reach. I share the room with my husband, but that's no big deal. He's not in here much.

I'm working on a new project. It's a romance. I've been working on this erotic piece, but as much as I love it, I can just never make it go anywhere. I've decided to go back to writing what got me started writing in the first place. I've got a little something down that I started the other day. It's about love(of course!), castles, and there's even a Gone With the Wind reference. Stay tuned.....

More writing time.....

I quit my job. My last day is Friday. I'm happy and sad about that. I'll be home with the baby again. At least that will give me more time for writing. That's what I have to keep telling myself to make myself feel better. We're also moving into a new apartment next week. Because of that, I haven't really had much time to write. By the beginning of September though, I'll be back in the game! I'm still working on the Panty Sets and the assassins idea and couple of other things. I'm also looking into ways to make money writing while I"m home. Wish me luck.....

Dear Summer

Dear Summer......
You're coming to an end! That's really sad! It feels like you've only just begun.I feel like I've wasted precious moments of our time together. When we could have been together. Enjoying the sunshine together. Soon Fall will begin. The leaves will turn....the wind will change. It will get colder. Hopefully I won't forget you as Fall turns to Winter. But then Winter will turn to Spring and Spring will lead the way to us being together again. I can't wait! Looking forward to it. While I mourn your departure, I know that we will be reunited once again.

For the past month or so, I've been working on a story about a set of assassins. Twin assassins to be exact. They're 19 years old and their parents have just died. They've been murdered to be exact. The twins plan to pick up where their parents left off and avenge their deaths......

an excerpt

So after much deliberation I have decided to post a piece of The Panty Sets....the beginning of Lauryn's story to be exact.....

Lauryn-Prostitute Panties

Panty set: red with black lace

            Lauryn sat in the middle of the living room floor of her dingy one bedroom apartment looking at all the bills she had no way of paying. Yesterday she’d lost her job at a small diner around the corner.  She’d walked in and the owner, Clyde, told her that he couldn’t afford to keep her on.  He just had too many waitresses and since she was the last to get hired, she was the first to go. She’d walked home dejectedly thinking that all the ugly things her mama had said about her were true.

            Lauryn Parks had been born and raised in the south.  Her mother had raised her single handedly until Lauryn had turned 18 and decided the south wasn’t the place for her!  All her life she had dreamed of making it big.  She longed to live the glamorous lifestyles of the famous women she grew up watching on T.V.  When she’d graduated from high school, she saw her chance and took it.  Never once looking back.

            Now five years later her she was broke, possibly soon to be homeless, and nowhere close to being an actress.  She’d had no luck at the few agencies she’d gone to when she first got to the city.  Everyone told her to find an agent.  She’d never found one willing to represent her for anything except adult films.  Maybe she should have taken them up on their offers.

  She stared forlornly at the bills once more and then got up and left her apartment thinking maybe a walk might help to clear her head.  She walked along the street in what could easily be considered one of the poorest neighborhoods in the city.  She passed women peddling their wares as the Johns stopped to see if the price was right.  A black jag pulled up to the curb and flagged her down. She stopped, although in the back of her mind she knew that she probably shouldn’t have.  The dark tinted window rolled down and she heard a voice, but saw no face.  “How much?” the voice asked.  She shouldn’t have been surprised at the question but she couldn’t help but to be a little offended. She didn’t think she was dressed inappropriately in her simple white tank top, denim shorts cut off at the knees and some white shoes she’d gotten from the Goodwill.  “Um excuse me sir, but I’m not a prostitute.”  Either he didn’t hear her, or he didn’t care because he asked her again. 

“How much?”

“I just said I’m not a prostitute.”

“I’ll give you five hundred dollars.”

That gave Lauryn pause. She hadn’t seen that much money at one time in her entire life. True she wasn’t a prostitute, but she was on the verge of being homeless. Five hundred dollars would give her the time to find another job.  She took a step in his direction, and then stopped. “What am I doing?’ she asked herself.  She’d heard many stories about entrapment by the police from some of the girls that sometimes came into the restaurant.  She stood in indecision.  Her rent was due tomorrow. She only had one hundred of the two fifty that she owed this month.  She took another step toward the jag.  She hadn’t eaten all day. All that was left in her kitchen was half a loaf of bread that was probably moldy and enough rice for maybe one meal. She took another step. The window rolled down some more, and she took another step until she was standing right next to the car.  She caught a whiff of some masculine cologne she couldn’t recognize.  “Did you say five hundred dollars?” she almost whispered.  “Yes”, he said.  “For one hour of your time”.  He then held up five one hundred dollar bills for her to see.   He opened the door and invited her into the leather interior of his luxury car. Against her better judgment, she got in


(no part of this may be copied, published, or used in any way shape or form w/o the permission of the author)

And so it begins...

I have a new project that I'm starting. Riiiiiiiight...............now!!