just because you may know (and by know I mean be intimately acquainted with to have a passing knowledge of your neighbor) a writer, even a working writer, a published writer, does NOT mean that you are entitled and going to get FREE anything (free books, free advice, free ghostwriting, free publishing of your life story). No one expects their doctor to give them free health care or their vet to give their dog a free annual exam. But for some reason, too many people expect writers to give them free everything. Like, how often do we hear, just write my life story, turn it into a screen play, or get it published, and you will get a percentage of the royalties. Sure, because you will be so generous and motivated to offer us a decent percentage of the profits. As if there are ever going to BE profits.
I have found that some clients have a difficult enough time doing as I ask them to do while paying for my services. If they were NOT paying me, they would do nada, zilch, zip, nothing because they were NOT motivated. Plus the fact, what are we writers supposed to LIVE ON (yes, I mean pay the rent with) while we are doing YOUR work for you? oh so selfish. It is particularly difficult to get it into some folks heads that WE writers are people, have jobs and bills, too. Oh, just do it in your spare time. Yeah sure right. We will work on it Some Day, the day between Sunday and Monday, just like you have been working on it Some Day.
what does any of this have to do with a hot French guy? well, I was once married to one. And some day I may tell you about it. Right now, I will say this, he constantly offered carrots and then as soon as I got close to getting whatever it was that I wanted from him, he snatched it away, out of reach. A cruel person. My friends warned me not to marry him. That he had major mommy issues. And I should have known better. But you know some times the heart wants whatever it wants, no matter how futile it is. Sigh.
Now if I were more like my dog, I’d be better off when it comes to men.
I’m too sexy for my dog. well, my dog is not at all interested in sex or romance. She is doing just fine without a boy doggie at her side. Of course, she has all of the neighbor boy doggies anxious to play with her. Gizmo waits for her every morning by his fence. So does Lobos. And whenever Milo escapes his tether, he runs over and sniffs around to see if Cici can come out and play with him.
Girl dogs need boy dogs like a whale (fish) needs a bicycle. Cici just says no (growls) at boy doggies. She will have none of it when they try to ride her rump. It occurs to me, why is it that humans who are supposed to be all superior to dogs (if you believe the rhetoric of macho men), cannot take no for an answer from women? either they dismiss us, ignore us, or try to force us to do whatever they want us to do. And/or blame us for stuff that is NOT our fault. Like their own insecurities and problems.
One time hot French guy DID admit that he was jealous of ME. That I was brilliant and creative and attractive. And because of all of that, he felt insecure and simply HAD to make me crazy, ie, flirt with other women so that I would get green with jealousy. You see, it started with HIM. Of course, it also started with ME not being CLEAR that I deserve REAL LOVE, TRUE LOVE, to be cherished, appreciated, and valued by a man.
The moral of the story is that you can use your crappy love life (or any other part of your life) as fodder for your romance books, learn something and make money. Otherwise, your broken heart is worthless. And you too can become an old maid, old crone or crazy cat or dog lady in your old age.
I have been trying to get through writing ONE romantic comedy book for awhile now. Think Jennifer Crusie meets Janet Evanovich meets Ciciville. Well, I had some of the elements down that I want in the book. But so far, I have changed the locale four times, from Las Vegas, to a made up town in Arizona based upon an actual town in Arizona, to 29 Palms and now we have landed on Virginia City, NV. Back to Nevada.
The setting is because it is about a romance blooming in the desert. And it has ghosts, a haunted B&B, that was a former house of ill repute, and a dog that goes humping everyone’s leg in the night. The heroine has two romantic interests. One her boss, Editor/Publisher of the newspaper she works for. Oh no no, you did not. Yes I did. And a new reporter. The two of them are to write dueling columns about a topic, to bring the gender wars into focus, gin up controversy and to sell newspapers. She is not sure how she feels about any of it. And she has two old aunties, who raised her, who think she is getting married to a dog. She IS planning a BIG gala dog wedding to raise funds for the local animal shelter. But her aunties are Lucy and Ethel on steroids. So what do you think? Would you read a book like this? If I can get passed Chapter 3, perhaps you will be able to do so.