So I am back.

I took a 7 day break from blogging for Thanksgiving.  I still wrote quite a bit on my book in case you were wondering (you were….dont lie) so never fear!

So i have a confession to make.  It is a deep, dark, terrible secret that I am ashamed to admit, and I’m sure it will get me a lot of flak in the long run from several sources of dissension…but I need to come clean.  Both for your sakes and mine own, I need to tell the truth.

I love being Rick Roll’d. Continue reading “Formal Footwear is For Telling Lies” →

I need to work on my dialogue.  I don’t feel like it is up to snuff.  So i am going to invent to characters and use this blog post to try and dictate their conversation.  It may be weird, especially since i am about to make it up on the spot with little to no thought.

Location: A well lit balcony outside a second level Starbucks.

Jamie:A lonely entry level telemarketer trying to find someone to take ballroom dancing lessons with.  He sees Marla, and thinks she is the right person to ask. Tentative but tenacious, a dry sense of humor, but inexperienced and shy.

Marla: a 27 year old single woman looking for a job, hell bent on procreation with an unrealistic standard of man.  Dreamer, argumentative, likes to laugh, no-nonsense, hesitant around strangers.

Jamie has seen her there before, they are both regular coffee shop goers.  He isn’t just approaching a random woman, he isn’t that type of guy.  If he was a foot taller and more blonde, he would be closer to Marla’s assumption of that guy. Continue reading “The Importance of Waltz” →