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!

Brown