Drafts

Me again!

Having been absent from my WordPress site for some time, now that I’m back, the entire interface seems different (Where are the Daily Prompts? Are we not doing that anymore?). Up in the corner, next to my blog name, there’s a little number “41.”

Click on it and come to figure out that 41 means the number of draft posts I have in the can. FORTY-ONE!? Thought I’d delve into that bank of possibilities to see if anything could be revived, and here’s a sample of what I found:

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Call me crazy, but those titles made me think there may be some decent stuff in there. Well, not so much. But a couple were diamonds in the rough so I thought I’d share parts of them.

Here’s a sample of “Looking for Good Female Characters? Stick With Cable!” drafted on February 19, 2014…

Yesterday, I sighed in joy as I sat in the movie theater and watched American Hustle. It took me a second to figure out why.

In my quest to watch the films nominated for Best Picture prior to the Academy Awards, I’d been missing women. So far, I’d seen Dallas Buyers ClubNebraska, and Captain Phillips. All boys (mostly). American Hustle featured boys, but also Amy Adams and Jennifer Lawrence in major roles. Finally. Let’s hear it for the girls!

Today, I talked with a screenwriter friend struggling with a female protagonist in her latest project. We tossed around ideas to give her character depth and purpose. She really wanted to focus on the character before tackling the plot. We decided to think about our favorite female characters in movies and why we liked them.

Interestingly, we couldn’t come up with much in the movie category. We wanted to stay away from the far ends of the spectrum– the sappy love/family-obsessed girl on one side, and the female cop/superhero on the other. There had to be characters that fell somewhere in the middle. Right?

Hmm….

On the television side, though, we had some success. Here’s a sampling of characters we came up with: Gemma Morrow (Katey Sagal, Sons of Anarchy), Nancy Botwin (Mary-Louise Parker, Weeds), Olivia Pope (Kerry Washington, Scandal), and Veronica Mars (Kristen Bell in a television series-turned-movie of the same name). These roles portray smart, determined women, who still exhibit human qualities. Gemma is ruthless, but nobody can question her devotion to her family; Olivia is brilliant, but has a soft spot for the President; Nancy is fearless, but makes questionable choices when it comes to her family and personal life; and what I learned about Veronica (I didn’t watch the television series) is that she’s witty and clever, but still enjoys the company of cute boys.

These four roles signify a diverse range of characters- an aging biker chick, an uber-successful overachieving DC lawyer/PR specialist, a California neighborhood housewife weed dealer, and a high school student moonlighting as a private investigator. But what they all have in common is that they fall in the middle of that spectrum– they are neither all-consumed by love and men and family, nor invincible superheroes. The beauty of their characters is that they linger somewhere in between.

So, hmm, why didn’t I post that? I think it’s a fair assessment for the time it was drafted. I don’t know. I’m guessing I thought it was boring, although reading it now makes me want to hit up Netflix and rewatch some of those shows.

Moving on… One of my favorite drafts in the folder is titled “2016: The Year of the Draft Posts,” which is sort of the post I’m writing right now. It had some nice insights, and I’m guessing it didn’t get posted because I stopped writing mid-list. I also think it’s funny that I had 22 draft posts at that time, and now I’ve jumped into the 40’s. Here’s a snippet:

I have twenty-two draft posts.

Twenty-two? WTF?

I looked through my Drafts and found some decent posts. I couldn’t figure out why I wouldn’t have posted them. I think the answer is that I’ve changed. Maybe in a good way, maybe not.

Back when I wrote those drafts, I was still scared to share words, especially words that shared little pieces of me. I thought my posts were boring (they may be), self-centered (they definitely are), and/or not well-written (some aren’t). But in the past year or so of publishing and authoring, I’ve learned a couple of things.

1.  Not everyone is going to like everything I write, and that’s okay. This blog is my corner of the internet world and it’s for me. So yes, it may get a little self-centered sometimes. It’s not professionally edited. I don’t have much advice about the craft of writing or other fancy things that people talk about. But I started this blog without a purpose–the Blogger Without a Cause. I like having the freedom to post whatever I feel like.

You may not like my posts. Those draft posts may be crap, but I shouldn’t be afraid to post them. They are all little nuggets of me.

Since I’ve written my last post, I’ve had some publishing success. My first book came out in January, my second in May, my third releases in November, and my fourth in May 2017. Guess what? They aren’t perfect and they’re out there, in the world, for people to read! Gasp! People seem to like them, but those one-star reviews are tough, especially when they actually make sense. It’s a lot easier to believe the few one-star reviews than the lovely five-star reviews, for me at least. It was rough going, but I’ve learned to celebrate the good reviews and ignore the bad (as much as I can–I’m only human).

2.  I write romance. It’s not meant to be world-changing or literary genius, and that’s okay, too. Romance isn’t for everyone, but to me, it’s an awesome genre. Love makes the world go around and trust me, it’s more entertaining than Moby Dick. If you don’t like it, I get it. I really do. But I yam who I yam and I write what I like to write. Please respect romance!

3.  Nobody cares about my words as much as I do, and that’s okay. I’m sure I’ve scrutinized the posts in my Drafts folder way more harshly than would any potential reader. I have to remember that I am my own worst critic. People will not hate me if I can’t control my comma usage or if I miss a typo. Nor will people love me because I wrote a post, or even a book for that matter. Writing a book is a great accomplishment, whether you become published or not. But you can’t take yourself too seriously. As wonderful as your words are, your book’s success or failure isn’t going to matter to most people in the world.  Same thing with my draft posts.

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Re-reading this partial list, it’s still relevant today, and was a good reminder to not take myself too seriously. So thank you, Past Jess, for your insights!

If you haven’t given up on this post about nothing yet, you’ll be glad to know I saved the best for last. From my draft entitled, “Possible Celebrity Sex Dream #2,” drafted March 5, 2017. Now I have your attention again, don’t I (wink wink)?

Readers of WOAW may recall my dream scene involving The Rock and a baguette in my minivan. If not, click HERE for a recap. Sex dream? Maybe. Anyway, I had another one that I thought I’d embarrass myself and tell you about. Does this count as a celebrity sex dream? I don’t know. But welcome to this new series on WOAW… Possible Celebrity Sex Dreams.

Before I get to the dream, here’s what happened in real life leading up to the dream.

  • Well, as you may or may not know, I write romance novels.
  • A cute, young, writer woman I follow on Facebook had been posting about this guy in her work elevator and we (the social media masses) were pressuring her to ask him out. The whole scene was adorable.
  • I’d spent some time stalking my friend Larissa, and saw pics of her kids on horses. Mine took horseback riding also. I thought about that briefly.
  • I’d also been complaining to my friend Nicole about the Obamas gallivanting around on vacation when I felt like the country needed them back in the works.
  • My son had a big science test on weather patterns.

Also, I had a total Seinfeld moment where I woke up in the middle of the night after the dream and made a note on my phone about it. Here’s what I wrote, word for word, typos in original:

Secdeam barack elevator open marriage saga likes horses Nicole and aunt gam rain plane explosion.

Doesn’t seem very sexy does it? But here’s what happened in the dream.

I was in an elevator and I was kissing Barack Obama, who, I’ll add, was a very good kisser. I immediately thought Michelle would kick my ass so I pulled away and said something like “you’re married” and he told me that he and Michelle had an open marriage. Next thing you know we’re outside and there are horses and he tells me that Sasha likes horses. We get into a car and I’m wedged between my friend Nicole, Barack’s aunt, and Barack’s grandmother (Please note: I don’t know if he has any of these relatives). We start driving through a forest and it’s rainy and storming and a plane explodes in front of us.

That’s it.

I’m pretty sure that note that I made, translated into awake-speak, says: Sex dream Barack on elevator, open marriage, Sasha likes horses, Nicole and aunt and grandma for rain plane explosion.

That’s where I left off on that one. Now that I read it, maybe it was more like a “crush dream” than a “possible sex dream.”

Anyway, the moral of the story is: write whatever you want. You don’t have to publish everything, but the act of typing out the words that float around your brain has value in and of itself. There’s a Drafts folder for a reason, friends. May as well use the thing.

Again, thanks for reading, and have a nice night!

 

 

Happy Blog-iversary WOAW!

In January of 2013, I started this blog and wrote a post. I hit “publish” even though I had zero followers and hadn’t invited anyone to read it. Here’s part of what I wrote:

I don’t know where my ideas will come from, or if I will ever even have another one, never mind a decent one. I’m sort of winging it here. My hope is that these words I’m waiting on will magically reveal themselves to me and I’ll have something to share.

For three years I’ve been on and off with Waiting on a Word. This will be my 193rd post, which may sound like a lot, but some bloggers do that in way less time. I’ve been sporadic. I’ve had months where I’ve posted multiple times a week, and times when I’ve gone on months-long hiatuses.

Through it all, I love this blog. I love having my own little corner of the interwebs. I love looking back on my old posts–sometimes cringing but mostly smiling–to relive certain events (like here when my little M. was in the school play; and here about seeing Pearl Jam live), or to see my attempts at fiction (like here when I wrote a little YA snippet), or to remember my mindset at a certain time (like here when I wrote about feeling in a rut). Sometimes I joke around (like here when I wrote about recasting “The Love Boat”) and sometimes I’m serious (like here when I wrote about having a special needs child).

I don’t always know what to write in this space, and sometimes that stresses me out. But I know it’s always waiting on my words for when I’m ready.

So, thanks for letting me share my writing corner and for taking the time to read my posts. Go ahead! Indulge in a piece of blog-iversary cake in honor of WOAW. You deserve it!

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Happy 3rd Birthday, WOAW! (This is me, Jess).

Have a great rest of your Sunday. 🙂

Bold Statement of the Day- I Invented Apple Pay

I know what you’re thinking: this woman has finally lost her mind. But I kid you not. I invented Apple Pay. My friend Angela can vouch for me.

For those of you still living in the dark ages (not judging – I love to visit there myself), with certain newer Apple devices you can set up Apple Pay through the Passbook and pay for stuff with your phone. Basically, it’s a digital wallet. You can read more about it HERE if you are interested.

I don’t know how it works. Magic, I guess. Still, I invented it.

Angela and I dabble in writing screenplays (bear with me), and in 2013 prior to the existence of Apple Pay, I started a screenplay that took place ten years in the future. The protagonist was a girl named Liberty and she was born on September 11, 2001, and when the story took place in 2023 she was twenty-two years old.

Trust me, my screenplay writing skills lack a whole lot, but the premise was kind of neat. Libby was born into a world where relationships and social interaction were replaced with devices; however, she longed for human contact. The screenplay gets a little dark. I won’t go into details, except to say dating was a lot different in the world I created, and Libby starts to get sucked into the darkness in her quest for a personal, human connection. (Not that I think too much about Libby, but Abigail Breslin maybe plays Libby and Selena Gomez can be her roommate, maybe Ian Somerhalder will play a role, etc. etc. I’ll confer with Hollywood and Angela over casting. I digress . . . )

Back to Apple Pay. So in my screenplay, people use their devices for everything. They unlock doors by scanning their phones over lock pads. They don’t shop anymore, instead using their devices for ordering anything they need. They have to travel far distances to find cash – cash is a thing of the past. Libby finds an underground bar that’s a throwback to the old days. It accepts cash only and in order to enter you have to leave your device at the door. Many people turn away when they realize they have to separate from their device.

Libby comments that people don’t go anywhere anymore – they attend school on-line, their personal trainers are on line, books, television, radio all on-line. Nobody drives anywhere (lessening our dependence on Big Oil), except people delivering packages. In my story, phones don’t even have a phone function anymore – nobody talks live. People call their device their “smarts,” deleting the “phone” off the end, and providing a not-so-subtle reference that these devices have become an extension of people’s brains.

Apple Pay, right. You know where this is going. Of course, in Libby’s world, all you need to do to pay for things is to scan your device over a register or a machine. As an example, I wrote a scene where Libby goes to a coffee shop that has only one employee. She self-orders her coffee by tapping on the buttons on the coffee machine, then goes to the “register,” scans her smarts, and voila, done. Then she sits and charges her phone at the table.

See. Apple Pay. I INVENTED IT, people!

Look. I’m not going to harass Apple over this (although it would be great if they can throw me a couple of bucks to pay off my student loans), but I will mention that I typed this screenplay on my MacBook. Now, I’d never insinuate that Apple somehow found my idea *clears throat* . . . just sayin’. MacBook. 🙂

I have to admit that Apple trumped me on the Apple Watch. As I wrote the screenplay, I debated how these people would carry their phones around comfortably (I did invent charging stations for them in the middle of the sidewalks, and like everywhere, to take care of the pesky battery issue). As you can imagine, these devices were people’s entire lives and hell broke loose if they were lost or damaged. My brainstorming led me to some sort of special pocket on all clothing. Apple Watch is a way better solution. DAMMIT! Smart Apple people . . .

Anyway, if anyone in Cupertino is listening, please contact me. I have other Apple ideas I’d love to share. Seriously, I missed my calling. I belong at Apple (or in Hollywood, if anyone wants to buy my half-finished Libby script before the entire thing comes true 🙂  ).

My house or the Apple store? You decide. (Missing from picture: a Nano Shuffle, two iPhone 6 pluses, and an old school iPod touch).
My house or the Apple store? You decide. (Missing from picture: a Nano Shuffle, two iPhone 6 pluses, and an old school iPod touch).

Thanks for reading and have a nice day.

Dear Lego,

Dear Lego,

I love you. I really do. You amaze me on a daily basis with your ingenuity. That in this day and age of high def and iPads you can keep kids’ attention with simple, plastic interlocking 3-D shapes, is astonishing. That you can create this:

The Lego Tower Bridge of London

. . . blows my mind. Really. The limits of Lego creativity know no boundaries. There’s Hogwarts, and the Death Star, and The Battle of Helms Deep. The Friggin’ Battle of Helms Deep! Wow.

I appreciate that one Lego set can keep my son busy for hours. I’m quite certain that there is an educational benefit to the kids as well. Something about spatial relations, geometry, blah blah. You would know better than I.

All you creative types over at Lego headquarters in Denmark, drinking your Carlsberg beer and eating your smorrebrod, designing and marketing these Lego sets are geniuses. PURE GENIUSES.

Therefore, I need your help, because THIS makes me want to check myself into the insane asylum:

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AAAAHHHHHH!

Can you come up with something to deal with this please? Some sort of Lego Vacuum would be nice. Or a Special Lego Broom. Anything. You’re the Geniuses, so come on! Help a mom out! You sell it, we’ll buy it. Trust me. We’re spending $400 bucks on a Star Wars Super Star Destroyer, so don’t you think you could make a fortune with some sort of Lego Clean Up System?

I’ll expect something by the start of the holiday season.

Thanks for your help. Really, I love you. But I need you to fix this mess in my basement.

Sincerely,

Parent of a Kid Obsessed with Legos

WOAW’s Girl Talk- MacGyver vs. The Makeup

Welcome to WOAW’s first installment of Girl Talk!  (Men are encouraged to participate, read and learn.)

Previously I shared that my dad “pimped our van” back in the 70’s. Besides his mad van designing skills, Dad took on many home improvement challenges with his kooky, innovative mind.

For example, Dad could fix just about anything with a twist tie and duct tape. ANYTHING, people. Plumbing, electric, automobiles. We had a junk drawer with a plastic bag full of twist ties just for this purpose. He was a handy guy: the MacGyver of the Mid-Atlantic Region.

Since we lived in a small, aging home, Dad’s challenges never ended. Our cape cod had one bathroom– a tiny, one-person bathroom with one cabinet under the sink. Remember, too, that it was New Jersey in the 80’s and Mom and I were fully immersed in 80’s style, including the Big Hair trend. Mom and I both had full heads of long, thick hair, which required hair accessories, giant cans of hair spray, and various other hair products for teasing and lifting.

With one bathroom between the four of us, Dad had his work cut out for him with the Bathroom Challenge. He utilized his designing and fixing skills to help us out the best he could. Of course, the first thing he did was hang flashy silver wallpaper and purchase brown mats and accessories. Stylish, right? He added a special drain in the shower to catch all of our hair. He hung surge protectors and shelves and hooks for hair dryers and curling irons. We even had a radio to listen to during our hair styling sessions. The one thing he couldn’t contain, however– Makeup.

Mom had her dorky set of grown up makeup, and I had my cool, teenager makeup. Makeup bags sat on the back of the toilet, took up shelves, and overflowed to our bedrooms. There was makeup all over the place, and our little bathroom just couldn’t keep up with our purchases. The Challenge: Contain the Makeup!

After analyzing the possibility of using duct tape and twist ties and finally admitting defeat, Dad came up with an amazing idea.

He emptied his tackle box and put Mom’s makeup in it.

I remember that her tackle box of makeup was UH-GLEE. Brown and smelly like the pond. But, it worked out great for holding her various sized tubes and palettes (and I’m sure Dad used it as an excuse to buy a new tackle box for himself).

Recently, I remembered the Tackle Makeup Box and checked out Amazon. I found the cutest tackle box– apparently they make them girly now too. LOOK how awesomesauce!

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My Tackle Makeup Box is totally rad. Its shelves are perfect for separating eyeliners from lipliners, eyeshadow from blush, tweezers from q-tips, and the open bucket area on the bottom is perfect for those larger items (such as my beloved Kat Von D eyeshadow palette and my Sephora foundation brush).

If you have enough counter space for a Tackle Makeup Box, I highly recommend purchasing one. It sure beats digging around a bottomless makeup bag for that special lip gloss or liner. You can see everything laid out in front of you, your hands don’t get messy from searching the bag and rubbing against open products, and your morning beauty routine moves a lot more smoothly. If you have kids, you can clasp it shut– it’s a lot more difficult for little hands to open a tackle box than unzip a makeup bag.

Thanks, Dad, for applying your innovative MacGyver mind to the Women’s Beauty Product Cause. Maybe we should call you Max Factor instead.

Have a nice evening! Going to work on Project Z now.