Ugh--Monday! I love Monday, I love Monday, I love Monday. A hundred more times and maybe I will have myself convinced. I'm definitely in need of some motivation today.
This says it all for me today. I'm patiently waiting for my editor to finish, editing 'Willful Surrender.' It is always stressful, waiting to see what she will say, and what changes I will need to make. But as the quote says you aren't really living if your sitting around in comfort.
So I decided I needed to blog a little more than I have, and this is one thing I thought of. I love quotes and sayings, so I came up with Motivational Mondays. It won't be every Monday but I think everyone could use a boost once and a while...me especially and since I'm a Monday hater, I couldn't think of a better way to start my week out.
How to Kill a Romance Writer is a book I will never forget writing. I learned a lot about myself from the experience. I Thought I would share some of my favorite parts from the book. My favorite is the quote above. Alex writes that to Jenna in an email, asking her to give him a chance. My second favorite scene is when Jenna and her friend Karen go speed dating. I hope you enjoy these as much as I do. I you haven't read HTKARW and you want to here is the link.
Speed dating excerpt
Proving herself untrue to her word, Linda the hostess rambles on for another ten minutes and goes over all but three of the rules on the sheet. After she finishes talking, she starts seating women. Karen and I try to sit next to each other and she has a conniption fit, saying it will taint the experience. Its okay, lady, I think, after your wonderfully boring speech it can only get better right?
Wrong. Ten unforgivable minutes later, I’m sitting at a small cocktail table with Mr. Number 24, aka: Dave.
“I enjoy the outdoors, camping and I love hiking especially in the winter.”
“Wait,” I look at Dave, trying really hard not to give him my ‘what the hell look'. “You like hiking in the winter? Hiking in the mountains? With snow on the ground?”
“Well, yeah, you can backpack in with cross-country skis and then ski out.”
Um—no way, I barley tolerate the winter in the city. Next.
Number 15: “I’m big into games.”
Me: “Oh video games?’
Number 15: “Oh no. I spend my week nights playing Magic the Gathering and my weekends playing Dungeons and Dragons. It’s not hard, I’ll teach you how to play so we will be able to hang out all the time.”
My jaw drops open. Uh—I don’t want to hang out with you now.
Number 19: “I have a chicken farm.”
Uh—yeah because that’s just what I see myself doing; running around trying to catch chickens to behead pluck and eat. No thank you.
Number 8: “I’m just waiting for my latest invention to take off. It’s a toilet paper holder that is also an MP3 player.”
I don’t think so.
Number 13: “You’re very pretty. My mom says in order to get a girlfriend and move out of her basement, I should give compliments to women. Even if it’s not the whole truth.”
This takes me back and before I can think, it just pops out of my mouth. “Even if it’s not the whole truth? So you lied to me?
He tilts his head squinting at me. “Well I didn’t really lie, you’re kind of pretty, in the right light.”
Thanks for the insult buddy. No. Thank. You.
Number 2, not a chance.
Number 10, I’d rather eat glass.
Number 18, when hell freezes over.
Number 14, are you sure you’re from planet Earth?
Number 5, is that a mole or his third eye?
Number 22 who I have pleasantly dubbed Herb because he likes plants and herbs. I know this because he has brought his pet rhododendron that he has named ‘Ronnie.’
“Would you like to pet her?” he asks, sticking the plant in my face.
“I—uh sure, thanks.” I gingerly pet one of the plants leaves twice. “There you go, Ronnie.”
“Ronnie thinks you are very pretty.”
“Well thank you.” Please let the bell ding, please let the bell ding.”
Ding, ding. I blow out a breath of relief “It was nice to meet you Herb.” Shit. “I mean Levi, and it was nice to meet your plant—err—pet. Ronnie.” Sheesh, I lay my head on the table. Please God, let this night be over, I just can’t take one more…