Sunday, January 14, 2007

A few words from our newest member

My goals in life are few and small. I only wish for a warm bed, good food and unlimited power. My last goal has, however, been hampered by the following: By nature I'm not a violent person and I'm totally incapable of playing any kind of game because I hate that someone has to lose.

What is a wannabe dictator to do? Especially when she finds herself the slave to furry bodies and (step) daughters with will-bending smiles? I decided to go into writing, figuring I could create and dominate the worlds in my imagination. I will pause so you can all have a hearty laugh at my naivety. Creation is fine, ruling another story. Most of my time I feel like I'm in the literary version of the Alamo and my imagination — the relief troops, as it were — fails to arrive before I beat a hasty retreat behind fortresses of chocolate, biscuits and teas.

Since making the commitment to writing two years ago, I've had loads (okay 4 or 5, but sometimes it feels like a huge, heavy load, doesn't it?) of rejections for contests, articles, short stories and my novel. I've also won 1st place and had a couple of my short stories accepted for publication.

Currently, I'm working on another book — this one a fantasy romance, and editing my completed novel (a contemporary romance). Harlequin just sent me a rejection note last week, so my sights are now on Wild Rose.

Since I also believe in Caveat Emptor (Let the buyer beware), I should confess that my posts will tend to ramble, most likely digress into fifteen different points, and I'll post opinions, which in following posts, I'll contradict and deny ever having made. Forgive me. The majority of my day is spent with furry faces that have no use for my words, only my scratching and feeding abilities.

Good luck to everyone with their writing!




Blogger Sue aka MsCreativity :-) said...

I go MIA for a few days and I come back to loads of posts/news!

A very BIG welcome Brown. Hugs on the R - stay positive, 2007 will be your year to find a home for your novel.

Best wishes for the new journeys you're embarking on, especially with your writing and this blog. Bon Voyage!

Sue :-)

11:08 am  
Blogger Annie said...

Welcome aboard, Brown. Good to have you with us. Especially as you're the rambling, digressing type - I'm relying on you to ramble and digress so much that my posts will look like tight pieces of well-honed, perfectly-controlled writing. So far though, I have to say, you're erring a little on the short side (and I'm not being personal here you understand - wouldn't want to upset our newest member on her first day - that will come later).

Anyway, I think I've rambled quite enough for one comment - must go now and resume laughing at the idea of you (or anyone) controlling their fictional worlds - ha! ha! ha! ha!...

12:00 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Annie, consider your literary back covered. One only has to read my emails (which I don't even attempt to edit) to know how disasterously I can go off the beaten path...constantly covered in brambles and for the warning. Will be sure to visit the elves and see if I can borrow that armor/vest thing that Bilbo and Frodo wore. Based on your blog history, I think I shall need all the protection I can get. Let this be a lesson to all out there: never accept invitations from electric-blue-mascara-wearing women to join any groups, especially when they're plied you with alcohol and chocolates.

And Sue, thanks for the hugs! And the optimism - wowsers, if only I could keep you in my back pocket (I promise, I would feed you with alcohol and chocolates.). I do feel good about 2007. I have no clue where it will lead me, but my guess is "closer." Closer to what, I don't know. Hopefully not closer to Annie's crosshairs!

12:50 pm  
Blogger India said...

Welcome, welcome darling! Make yourself at home! Can I get you a large drink?

(Hope you have an image of me, at this point, wafting around in a ludicrous pink caftan and large hat, waving a bottle of champagne. Annie-- fetch the miniature cheese-and-pineapple cubes...)

12:57 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

By the by, Annie did you get that email? I was confused by the instructions regarding the reply (really, love, you should know by now: use small words with me...India sent me this lovely email full of all sorts of big words and now my fingers are sore from flipping through my dictionary, trying to determine their meanings. Try to remember folks, I'm Canadian...ow! Eva! Stop hitting me! It was just a joke! They know Canadians are smart! Mayber not you and me, but Canadians in general. Ow! OW! Okay, okay, I take it back. You're very smart! Very, very!!)

Boy, get Eva before her coffee and she's fierce - humorless, and fierce! Oh crap! She's coming at me with those Cougar boots of hers in hand. Gotta go!

1:54 pm  
Blogger Eva said...

I've had my coffee and my boots are off...I'm loving this stuff!

2:23 pm  
Blogger Amanda Ashby said...

Nothing wrong with a good ramble, Brown. Actually, nothing wrong with a bad ramble either!!! Glad to see you're official Scibe now - though just watch that Annie, she's a bit subversive!!!

Amanda (who is ducking...right about now!)

5:53 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nature has a terrible way of putting you in your place:

Sven (my husband) had a boys' day today and for that I was thrilled. It's like a husband play-date. They gather around the televsion, watching some sporting event (today football), eating wings, chips and whatever salt-ridden, the wife-usually-never-lets-me-have-this food, and I'm free to hide in my study without feeling guilty that we should be together doing some sort of spousal bonding thing. And yes, I know it's a terrible thing to use television as a babysitter, but what's a wife to do? Especially when her husband is so generous and let's her play dictator with him?

One of the guys brought crab over for dinner. And my friends I'm not talking crab like you get in the restaurants. I'm talking crab that belongs on some other world, ruling the waters. Crab so big, I turned to my husband and said, "You see this? This is why I don't go into the water." It was big, but ohhh, so delicious. And like every writer, I was curious about just how big these crabs were...and like every time I get curious, I got put in my place.

Took out the measuring tape and measured. The crab legs? 20 inches. What's the length of my leg, from ankle to knee? 19 inches. I'm off to find my Lindt white chocolate and wine...I can't believe a crab is bigger than me. Now I'm really feeling the Napoleon Complex coming on....Annie, fire away, but aim low. The crab's grounded me...luckily, the chocolate is down here with me...

12:50 am  
Blogger Annie said...

Inida - shouldn't that have read 'pink hat and large caftan'?

Amanda - shouldn't that have ready 'submissive'?

Brown, I will send you an e-mail with no words over five letters in length explaining exactly what I mean. Now scurry away into your hutch and mind the crab doesn't catch you.

10:06 am  
Blogger Stacy Dawn said...

Hello Brown!!

9:29 pm  
Blogger Stacy Dawn said...

I just discovered you are a fellow Canadian! Good to meet you.

9:30 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yes, yes, I am Canadian. Edmontonian, specifically, and I shall refrain from making any stereotypical jokes about the East/West rivalry, and tired old one-liners about people who live in Ontario...I'll just stay quiet and well-beahved in my province, that managed to balance its budget *snigger* *snigger*

Whoops, that one slipped out. Couldn't help it, it's all the latent frustration because my votes never count on a Federal level. I will cease and dissect -sorry, Annie - desist with any more jokes...after all, I was born in Ontario, so I best be careful about how I pitch my stones.

2:12 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


That should read behaved...Eva, put down the whip...

2:14 am  

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