Lynn Raye Harris

I forgot how much I enjoyed 80+ degree temps at Christmas. Alabama isn’t bad in the winter, but it was in the 30s last night when we drove to my parents’ house for dinner. Brrr! To think that just last week, I was wearing a bathing suit…..

Here’s a pic of Nassau. Doesn’t that look inviting? No one warned me about the Straw Market. In consequence, I wasn’t prepared. I didn’t take enough cash off the ship and only managed to buy two purses instead of the 5 or so I would have liked to buy.

Some people don’t like the hassle of bargaining with merchants. Some people don’t like the close quarters of the market. But I loved it. I have no problem saying no and no problem walking away. Therefore, I think my designer knockoffs were a bargain.

Next stop was St. Thomas on Christmas day. Isn’t it gorgeous? Reminded me of a cross between Hawaii and the Amalfi coast in Italy. I would definitely love to spend some time in the USVI. It’s much closer than Hawaii, and just as lovely.

Finally, here we are with the famous coconut monkey cups. Yes, they are tacky tourist tchotchke. They are over priced. But I teased my hubby one too many times about getting sloshed on coconut monkey drinks. So he went to the bar and bought two (with margaritas inside) just to shut me up, I think.

All in all, the cruise was fun. The difficulties I imagined in traveling with both sets of parents were just that — my imagination. Everyone got along fabulously. No one felt pressured to do anything they didn’t want to do. We spent whole days doing nothing. When the ladies wanted to go shopping, we went. When the men wanted to lounge around doing nothing, they did it.

I think I will cruise again. I enjoyed being waited on, enjoyed lounging around reading books. I tried the casino, but wasn’t hooked. After I lost $50 in the slots, I was cured of any desire to keep trying. I also went to an art auction, but I set my number on the table, face down, and put my sunglasses on top to keep me out of trouble. It worked, thank God. Not so much for others, though. Someone in the room spent eleven grand on four Peter Max prints. PRINTS, not oils, not one-of-a-kind paintings. Then there were the Rembrandt woodcuts for 15K. No one bought them.

I only read two books on board (though I took about 10), but they were both very good. I finally read J.R. Ward’s Dark Lover. Yeah, I’m hooked, and I don’t even like vampires that much. It’s her characterization. Fabulous. I had some quibbles with the story, but not enough to make me stop. That’s good writing, when you get mad at the characters but are too interested in their story to stop reading.

I also read Maria V. Snyder’s Poison Study. Another winner. Great book, and now I have to buy the sequel in trade paperback because I can’t wait for mass market. I took along a J.D. Robb, but didn’t get to it. Hubby read it, and he was hooked, but ultimately didn’t like it. Too much romance for him. Still, Nora had him turning those pages.

What did you do over the holidays? Get everything you wanted for Christmas? Make any new resolutions? I have to think about mine. I purposely didn’t take a computer or Alphie on the cruise because I wanted time away from writing, so now I’m getting my brain back into gear and thinking about what I want to accomplish this year. If you’ve figured out your goals, please share!

I’m not really blue about the company being gone. The holiday was great, we had a wonderful time, but I just can’t work with people around. Maybe if they lived down the street instead of in another state. But since they come so far, and are here for about a week each time, I feel like I need to be available to go sightseeing and shopping and stuff.

The hubby was off from Thurs through Sun. We stayed home on Thanksgiving, naturally. Friday, we drove to Tennessee and went sightseeing at an old mill. We also headed up to Sewanee and enjoyed the beautiful grounds of the University of the South.

Saturday was this place. I bought an espresso machine. Saturday evening, we toured the Galaxy of Lights.

Sunday, we went to visit my parents and see how their house is coming along for the Christmas Tour. I’m tired just recounting all we did. This morning, my house is quiet. Oddly quiet, though I usually like it that way. But it takes me a little while to get used to it again.

I have to get my GH entry out the door this week and I don’t feel like doing any of it today. But I have to. This is the danger zone, that period of time between when you work hard on a regular basis and when you take a break that’s a little too long, a break that makes you start thinking maybe you really aren’t cut out for this business. One rejection at a moment like this could set you back for weeks.

I’ve been there before, been vulnerable and listened to the demon of doubt when the Christmas Eve rejection came in the mail. I won’t do it again, but it’s easy to think I might on a gray, cold morning when the house is quiet and my mind hasn’t yet settled down to business.

Do you have trouble getting into the groove again after time away? Or do you keep working even when the company is there?

I don’t feel Grinchy, but I couldn’t resist the pic of the Grinch carving the roast beast. My turkey is in the oven, the pumpkin pie is made, and the dishes I’ve used so far are washed.

This year, for the first time in the many years we’ve been married, we’re having both sets of parents together for Thanksgiving.

Not getting any writing done this week, which doesn’t make me happy, but I’ll just have to burn the midnight oil next week. Ah well.

And now I must get back to the holiday grind! Potatoes to cook, veggies to prepare, etc. Hope your Thanksgiving is grand.

Does it get any better? I’m admittedly behind the times with television, but when I saw this guy on my favorite channel, HGTV, my brain just kind of stopped working. Carter Oosterhouse, carpenter, model, and humanitarian, host of “Carter Can.”

Oh dear.

He has so got to be the inspiration for one of my heroes. Just not sure which one yet.

My personal hero, the hubby, was out of town this week. He returned yesterday. And I realized something while he was gone. I cannot be a hermit writer, much as I like to think I can. I love being home alone all day, working on my writing, but I really need that evening time with my honey.

Long days stretched in front of me with nothing but time to write? Nope, need the hubby to come home at the end of the day and make me think about something else. It’s amazing how tangled up your life can get with one person, but we’re like the roots of two plants that have grown together and entwined to such an extent that one can’t survive without the other.

And that’s what I love about romance novels. Love is the most wonderful, important, life-altering emotion in the universe. Amazing how romance gets bashed as “those little books” or “bodice rippers” or “easy, mindless trash.” Really? Love is mindless trash? Interesting thought.

Got any thoughts about love, romance novels, or fabulous hunks? Do share!

Really, I don’t know the number, but I’m sure I’ve learned quite a few things over my lifetime so far. This next one is one I thought I knew. Obviously, I did not.

Never, ever drink anything the party host calls Artillery Punch, especially if you aren’t a hard liquor drinker in the first place. It will knock you on your *ss.

Now, I am a careful drinker. I’m old enough to know better than to a) mix a variety of beverages or b) to keep drinking long after the room has begun to swim. My preferred beverage is red wine and I know exactly when to stop.

But the host had this beautiful glass decanter filled with what looked like sangria. Even had fruit in it. I should have dumped the little cup after the first sip. No, I did not. I drank it. I drank three more over the course of about 3.5 hours. (We’re talking a small plastic cup, like a whiskey tumbler.) I think that’s a reasonable rate of consumption quite honestly.

Or it would have been if the punch had been normal. Yeah, I could tell it was heavily laced with booze. I should have watched the man mix it before I drank it. Because, later in the evening, he mixed more. It was whole bottles of booze, basically. I forget what gave it the pink color, but I don’t think it was anything with Vitamin C in it.

Sunday, the headache from h*ll descended upon me. Not a migraine, so I couldn’t shoot up for it. Just had to endure the awful pounding and the queasy stomach that arrived a bit later.

Life lesson # 339? I am too old for a hangover.

Learn any life lessons of your own lately?

How does Monday creep up on me every week? I don’t know about you, but the older I get, the faster the weeks go by. In August, I was looking at Caribbean cruises to book. Now, it’s less than two months before I get on the ship. Where does the time go?

It also means that, once again, I’m facing the end of a year in which I haven’t necessarily accomplished the things I wanted to accomplish.

Every January, I feel like a new woman. I have goals and plans and by golly I’m going to do everything I can to reach my goals. I guess I can’t complain about this past year too much since it entailed a complete change in my life — a transition from military life to civilian life, a new home in a new state, a new RWA chapter, new friends, etc. I really LIKE where I am in my life. And I have been working on my goals, so I can’t complain too much.

But the new year is approaching, and that means new plans. It also means a reevaluation of old plans. I have to decide what’s working, what’s not, and what more I can do to get where I want to go. It’s only November, and I’m thinking about it, probably because I have a busy two months ahead of me. Company for Thanksgiving, company after Thanksgiving (hubby just informed me of this one over the weekend), parties, events, a cruise over Christmas, and who knows what else will pop up between now and January.

It’s never too early to consider goals and plans, IMO. One of my goals is to write the first draft of a new book during the 70 Days of Sweat. How am I doing with that? Since finishing my other WIP on Wednesday, I’ve written only about 300 words. Been a busy few days. Guess I better get cracking if I’m going to reach my goal.

Are you on track for your goals this year? Need to reevaluate? Thinking about next year already?

Goal – 1285

Total – 1208

I’m happy with that, however, since I wrote extra words the first two days. Now my only problem seems to be that I’m not going to wind this book up in 60K. I’m afraid it’s going over. Ah well, that’s what revision is for.

I sure am sorry to see Clive move down the page. Maybe I can turn him into my blog header…..

Happy writing! I’m off to watch Life and Pushing Daisies. Love those shows.

Hey, y’all, since I’m still recovering from the events of the weekend (and believe me, it took ALL weekend to prepare for and go to Talladega), preparing my entry for the GH, and trying to rebuild the iPod list I accidentally deleted last week, I’m introducing my very first guest blogger. My husband is only too happy to tell you about the Talladega experience. So please welcome Mike, the man who indulges my writing habit, keeps me in groceries, and says nice things about me.

We went to Talladega for the big NASCAR race and these are my thoughts on it. First, it was a very long and hot day. We got up at 0500 and did not get to bed until around midnight.

Shortly after arriving in Talladega , we setup for a “tail-gate party” with tables, chairs, and food. It was around 0900 when we started partying. The race did not start until 1:00 p.m., so we did a lot of people-watching, eating, and drinking. I can’t get over just how many people and campers there were. The best way I can describe it was “immense.” There were cars and campers for literally miles around. It was like a carnival atmosphere. There were concessions all over the place selling food, t-shirts, and whatever else you can possibly imagine.

Around noon, we all hiked up to the race stands and found our places. It was around 90 degrees outside and getting hotter by the minute. I was starting to rethink this whole watching the race thing because of the heat. Every once in awhile a cloud would block the sun for 10 to 15 minutes and grace us with a much needed break. The hour prior to the start of the race went by fairly slowly, but our patience was soon rewarded.

At 1:00 p.m. the race started and I couldn’t believe just how much noise the cars make. I won’t try to describe the race, but rather my impressions of being at a race. I’ve seen NASCAR on TV and never thought it was all that thrilling. Well, being at a race in person is very thrilling! The sound of the engines combined with the speed they travel (around 200 mph) is incredible to watch. There is an ever present smell of fuel and rubber from the tires. (Lynn here: oh heck yes, the smell of burning rubber and the feel of grit on your skin. Just what I needed on a Sunday…) In addition to the smells, the feel of the ground shaking as the cars whip past is amazing. After the cars pass there’s a sudden rush of wind with all the smells intensified which shortly fades into the background. The race went on for about 3-hours and wasn’t boring, which was a complete surprise to me. Jeff Gordon won on the final lap and that was the end.

Here’s Jeff driving back to the pits after his win:

If the traffic was bad getting to Talladega , it was ten times worse leaving. Many of the campers that spent the weekend there had packed up and joined the exodus. Since we knew traffic was going to be bumper-to-bumper, we decided to tail-gate again to cool off and eat some food. After a two-hour break, we decided to head home. The traffic was still bumper-to-bumper, but it was starting to move. We didn’t get home until 11:00 p.m. After unpacking and showering, it was midnight.

Lessons learned: Spend the weekend down there so we don’t worry about the traffic. It would probably be best to have an RV instead of a tent since a drunk can’t trip and knock over your RV. Make sure you have the day off after the event! You have to RECUPERATE. (Lynn: When you add in the migraine I got from the heat and lack of sleep, it took me three days to recover…) Oh yeah, traffic should not be a big problem t
he day after either. Take more pictures. I shot around 80 pictures, but I don’t believe I captured nearly enough. I may need to get a digital SLR because taking pictures with a typical digital camera is challenging during the race. (Lynn: Ohhhhh, trying to sneak that one in on me huh? The man is a gadget junkie! It’s a ploy, darn his hide.) Tracking the cars becomes an art of anticipating where they’ll be when you press the shutter. I had a few empty shots (at least I’m not wasting film). Take a video camera for general purposes. I can’t describe the enormous size of this event and I believe a video camera would have helped by recording our drive in and out. Go with a “Hot Babe” like I did. (Lynn: Notice the flattery. This is to smooth the way for the camera! I’ve got your number, cup cake!)

Well, that’s the Talladega experience in a nutshell. Am I sorry I went? No way! It was pretty cool, and I learned that the car chase scene I wrote into my WIP needs the smell of burning rubber and the grit that gets thrown from the tires. I wouldn’t have known just how bad it smells if I hadn’t gone to Talladega. A car burning rubber on your street is different from that sustained smell of melting rubber that a racecar exudes. And since my car chase involves a high-powered sportscar, I can just imagine what that would smell like. Did I mention the smoke? These are things I’d forgotten to include, but you can bet they’ll find their way in now. So, going to Talladega was a learning experience for my writing. And isn’t that what all our experience does anyway? Gives us fodder for our imaginations.

A few months ago, perhaps in the throes of distraction related to the WIP or fresh from the happiness of a shoe shopping extravaganza, I uttered these famous words: “Sure, I’d go to Talladega to see a race.”

Oh be careful what you utter! This Sunday, I am going to Talladega for a Nascar event. I know nothing about Nascar. Ricky Bobby is my favorite driver, if that tells you anything.

Truly, the full import of what I have done is beginning to sink in. They drive around and around. For hours. It’s loud (someone told me to bring ear plugs for pete’s sake!). It’s crowded (the gates open at 5-freaking-AM people! On a Sunday!).

We live a good 150 miles from Talladega, so I can’t imagine what unseemly hour we shall have to rise for this occasion. (Can I confess that before I moved to Alabama, I thought Talladega was in Florida? It sounds like Florida, and since they have Daytona, I was certain Talladega must be there too.)

Getting up early and driving so far won’t be fun, but maybe the day will be more fun than I’m currently anticipating. We are going with two other couples, people we like, and people who, apparently, already know things like who drives what car and what a points leader is and all that stuff.

Since I’m also the person who said, “Sure, I’ll go to the Pro Bowl,” and who had a good time there (it was the tailgating more than the game) and who said, “Sure, I’ll run an 8K race with you,” and who survived it with only two dead toenails (always get running shoes in the proper size), I suppose I should look forward to this whole Nascar thing. There will be tailgating, and that’s always fun. There will be beer. And I — the person who brought a newspaper, a notebook and pen, and 2 books to the Pro Bowl just in case of boredom, and who never did a thing with any of them — will be taking an iPod, a couple of books, and maybe some paper and pens. Just in case.

So how’s your spirit of adventure? If you don’t know a blasted thing about Nascar (like me), would you go to a race with friends? Has your adventuresome spirit ever gotten you in trouble or committed you to something that you then asked yourself why did I agree to this?

Man, I hope I get to see Ricky Bobby……

Today is my anniversary. I can’t say how long we’ve been married because then you’ll start adding, LOL. But it’s been a long time.

Part of being married is learning to enjoy some of the things your spouse likes. It’s a give and take. We tend to like a lot of the same things, but then there are those things that we each tolerate on some level (football, me; antique stores, hubby) for the sake of the other one.

And then there’s the things we discovered together. Those are the most fun of all, and I usually don’t remember whose idea it was in the first place.

So, for the fun of it, here’s 10 things that we love (or love to do) that we discovered together (in no particular order):

1. Listen to Tom Jones. It’s been 10 years since one of us said, “Hey, what’s the deal with this Tom Jones guy? Didn’t women used to go crazy over him or something? Wasn’t he about as popular as Elvis at one time?” Tom is way cool. Even Jordin Sparks chose a TJ song during Idol (and sang it twice).

2. Stargazing. We took an astronomy class together a few years ago, and both decided we loved spending nights under the stars, slewing a telescope toward little points of light. In Europe, we had star parties on mountain tops, complete with wine and snacks.

3. Gadgets. Hubby is the gadget guy, always up on the latest info regarding the coolest toys. Somehow, he enmeshes me in his web, and I find myself wanting to go to CompUSA just to gawk at the gizmos. Weird, huh?

4. Wine. We met in Germany. Hubby was a beer guy, and I cut my teeth on sweet German Rieslings. It took a few years, but our tastes gravitated toward reds. Now, we love to split a bottle of Bordeaux or good American Cabernet, Shiraz, Merlot, etc. We have a wine bar right down the street, and love to go tasting. Neither one of us blinks at a $25 bottle, though we don’t buy that too often.

5. Independent or arty films. We still love a good Hollywood blockbuster, like those Bourne movies, but we love to watch movies about people as opposed to explosions. Movies like The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada, Lost in Translation, Broken Flowers, Big Night, The House of Mirth, Good Night and Good Luck, The Matador, etc.

6. Food. We’ll pretty much try anything once (within reason — it has to be edible in America, you know), and we’re very eclectic in our tastes. I think we both love Italian food the most, but not the kind of Italian you get when you go to the Olive Garden, for instance. We love the real deal, the stuff we got in Europe, the stuff that doesn’t have a meatball in sight. I don’t think we’re foodies in the sense that we’re food snobs, but we do like good fresh food prepared simply.

7. Anthony Bourdain. He’s a recent pleasure, and we both love to watch him combine our two favorite activities: eating and traveling. I’d add that he’s a fine writer too, at least in the vignettes he writes for the show. Haven’t read his books yet, but they’re on the list. He can be a jerk, but he’s hilarious as well. And he really WILL eat anything once. (Steer penis soup? I don’t think so!)

8. HGTV. Probably, hubby loves the shows like Groundbreakers and Landscaper’s Challenge more than the decorating shows, but he still likes Designing to Sell and House Hunters. I’m sure I tire him out with HGTV, because I will view it non-stop, but he enjoys it too (just not as much as I do). We get ideas, and we talk about what we’d like to do in our own house.

9. Fresh ground coffee. We didn’t drink coffee when we first met (young enough not to have acquired a taste for it yet), so that was something we discovered together. We went through the foo-foo phase, where we bought flavored coffees. We went through the Coffee Mate phase. Now, we grind our coffee fresh every morning and drink it with half & half. 100% Kona is our favorite, but that’s hard to get now. And expensive when you don’t live in Hawaii anymore.

10. Battlestar Galactica and Firefly. Other than a passing Star Trek fancy, neither one of us was a big space opera kind of person. Now, we’ve watched the entire Firefly series at least twice (and we’re getting ready to do it again), and we’re seriously into the new BG. We missed Season 3, due to moving and all that, but we’re impatiently waiting for it to come out on DVD. And the DVR is already set to start recording Season 4.

So that’s it. Ten things my sweetie and I like, or like to do, together. I’m sure I could think of more, but that’s a good enough list to remind me of why this man is my favorite person in the whole wide world. As if I could forget. What sort of things have you discovered that you like to do with a significant person in your life? (It could just as easily be a child, or maybe even a parent.) Would you have discovered this thing, or liked this thing as much, if you didn’t have someone to share it with?