BEGINNINGS

As John Lennon wrote in one of his songs...
It's...
Another year over...

And a new one just begun...

For me...

This year begins with much excitement...

And anticipation...

I have several projects already in the works...

First...

And literally on January first...

I found a beta reader for one of my manuscripts...

That I will get published this year...

With an Indie publishing house.

This manuscript is NA dark fantasy...

(not the current genre I write in)

And has been lingering in my computer...

For far too long. It’s time!

.Second...

Tah, tah, tah DAH!!

 I, along with another published writer... 
Am opening...

THE BEST EXOTIC WRITER RETREAT

Here on the Riviera Maya...

At a fabulous place called Taninah.

The web page is being designed now...

And I will post it as soon as it is finished.

It will be a retreat like no other...

OK, and yes, of course...

Some elements will be like other retreats...

But this retreat will focus on...

Well, I’ll let the web page explain more later.

And of course, I will bring in an agent...

Publisher, or editor plus other guest speakers. 
I would love your input...

If you were attending a writer retreat...

What would you expect for your investment?

How many days would be good for you?
Have you ever attended a writer retreat?

What was your experience?

And last but not least...
Are YOU or do you know of any... 
Guest speakers, agents, or editors?

Thanks!

Always,

Em-Musing

JUSTICE ASIDE

Electronics!
A love/hate relationship for me. 
Love them for all that they do…
Hate all the hoops I have to jump through…
Every time I buy a device, computer or software.

Technology is going faster…

Then what I want to keep up with.
Thank goodness for my 24-year-old nephew…

Because when I have an electronic dilemma… 

I run to him… 

Waaa! Waaa! Waaa! Waaaaaaaaaa!
He’s polite enough not to show it…

But I can feel  his smuggness.

You might be thinking… 

“Aw, Leigh, that’s not nice to say.”

But you know what I mean, don’t you?

It's that…
"I'm younger and smarter electronically than you," syndrome.
Anyway…

My nephew is entering an on-line contest…

Where he has to put together…

A Youtube-looking video…

And he asked me for ideas…

So I showed him a video…

That my 12-year-old granddaughter produced… 
Using the Video Star app.

He wasn’t too impressed…

Until…

He came back a while later and said…

"Wow, this is good! 
She got the edits down precisely.

Every move is synched with the music.

I downloaded the Video Star app…

But can't figure out how she did it.”

The gloating was rising in my throat…

Faster than a frat house beer belch…
And I couldn’t wait to say…

“Why don’t you call and ask her?”

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!

A 24-year-old…

Asking a 12-year-old…

For advice!

Now that's poetic justice, no?
What about you?
Ever need a young person… 
To help you with electronics? 

Always,
Em-Musing

CLUE - LESS

Ever wonder where your ideas come from…

Especially we writers?

I have a clue to my latest creation. 

Literary agent, Janet Reid, aka the Query Shark…

From Fineprint literary…

Has a contest every Friday…

She gives you 5 buzz words…

And you have to write a story in 100 words or less.

Last week’s words were, trail, cob, robo, bark, vet.

My brain went numb - nada.

On Friday…

I went to the movies and saw…

Secret In Their Eyes…

It was OK, moved a bit too slow for me…

However, Nicole Kidman had a fantastic scene…

As did Julia Roberts…

And the ending was creepy cool.

It’s a police story with the oh-so-over-used scenario…

Rogue detective vs smug, angry superior.  

So Saturday morning I woke up and…

TAH DAH!  

An idea!

This is what I wrote (don’t laugh)…

It's a Mickey Spillane kinda story.

             Lieutenant Morrison banged his fist on the desk, coffee cup spilling muddy brew. “Damn it, Cob,” he barked at his new detective, “how could you lose him?”

“Trail went cold. Snitch booked.”

“Speaking of booked,” the redhead smirked, her purple-glossed lips smearing across her flawless China-doll face as she sashayed her bodacious booty into the room full of testosterone, “I got him. Getting processed now.”

“I’d like to vet her in bed,” Cob sniggered to his partner.

         “Don’t waste your sweat. She’s vice. You’d think she’d be hot in the sack, but she ain’t. More like a robot.

Um, yeah…

No mystery where that came from…

But I didn’t see the connection…

Until after I posted it on Janet's blog.

Arrgghh!

Why is it that I always see stupid mistakes…

Or a not-fleshed-out story…

Until after I hit send. 

How about you?

Do you know where your ideas come from?

And ever send out a cheesy story to an agent?

Always,

Em-Musing