How Bad Do You Want It?
Today I’m addressing dreams. YOUR dreams. Not the night version of course, but the “what-I’d-love-to-achieve-because-it-would-kick-ass” kind of dreaming. Have you identified one? More than one? Have you gone the next step and morphed those dreams into goals? If not, why not? If you have, but those goals are languishing under the weight of your daily to-do list, what are you going to do about it?
Ok, no more questions. Let’s take a good look at your life and figure out what’s standing in your way.
Idealism vs. Realism? I’ll take both.
I’m not much of a gambling woman, but I’d wager a guess that most people read to be carried away. To ditch bills, housework, and all the other stresses of our everyday world to live vicariously through a fictional character’s much more dramatic, exciting and yes, romantic life. Who wouldn’t want to be Eve Dallas, Cinderella or Scarlet O’Hara for a day (or more)?
Music for Stripping
“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.” ~ Aldous Huxley
Music is truly universal. Even if we don’t like a particular piece of music or understand the language, we intuitively understand its mood—what it’s trying to communicate via its unique combination of notes, rhythms, and beats.
Today, for fun, I wanna focus on music that puts us in a sexy mood, or more to the point (pun intended), I’m going to list my top 10 “slicked-up bodies sliding in a hot cabana in the tropics” kind of music. You know, just to give you some inspiration for seducing your partner setting up a really hot scene in your book.
Balls Deep
So I finished my first manuscript. Holy crap. The right-brain needs to plop down on a beach in Mexico, sip mojitos, and watch the waves roll in. Now comes that scary, overwhelming left-brain time when I research agents, revise, enter contests, revise, think about author brand, revise, and network. Did I mention revising? Lord. I was thinking about designing a website, but then, what would I put on it? I’m not even published yet. The thought of a blog scares me to death, but then, you’re supposed to do something that scares you—even if it’s just a little—every day.
Or as my military brother has been quoted, “Go balls deep.”
