Well, that sounds rather personal. How should I explain myself(because I'm not talking about pimples, boils, diarrhea, or volcanoes)? Have you ever felt there is so much more inside you than anyone knows (I'm also not talking about wierd psychopathic homicidal tendencies)? The edge between normal and look-at-me-world-here-I-am. That's where I've been living my life for the past three years. Not so deep within me is the song (metaphorically speaking) waiting to explode. I'm trying to be patient, trying to keep my feet on the ground, doing the day job, etc., but all the while thinking IT has to happen soon. I keep waiting for the next step in my writing career, the one that will elevate me to the next level.
I'm ready.
On second thought this idea reads rather scary, but don't worry, I'm fine. (My mother recognized this force in me, but never understood it either.)
--Gabi
Books I'm reading:
Hidden Secrets by Cait London (No offense, Cait, but aren't secrets supposed to be hidden, 'cause if they're not, they're no longer secrets? P.S. The title is no reflection on the quality of the book. They had to name it something, right?)
Parallel Attraction by Deidre Knight- what fun!
Ransom by Julie Garwood-a book I thoroughly enjoyed. I miss these kinds of books. What happened to these kinds of romance that don't feature vampires, werewolves, too much sex and have a plot instead of "exploring your feelings."
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Hey, there. Great post, but I gotta be careful not to take it personal considering I have a werewolf in my last book and some feelings are explored. I don't think there's to much sex in it. :-)
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