James Spader. I adore the show, Boston Legal. It’s well written to the point of being genius, breaks the fourth wall and is a hoot to watch. There’s not an episode I don’t adore. Yes, my taste is not that good, since “I Love New York” tops my TV date list, but trust me on this one. Boston Legal is deliciously addicting.

Since it’s cerebral, I always expect it to be cancelled. It does not do it for the masses. Which is a damn shame. On occasion, the masses need to be bitch slapped.

Ready to Bitch Slap Them:

My husband. Long story, see other blog. He’s in the doghouse and it’s going to take the jaws of life to get him out. Okay, he’ll get a free pass, but not for a few days.

Excited to Read:

Stacia Wolf. I read, “You’ll Be the Death of Me” yesterday. It’s a fun read and had me so into it I didn’t put it down. Better yet, I turned off my internal editor for most of the book.

Let me explain. Every writer reads with an internal editor turned on. Okay, not every writer, but most of us. We mentally re-write sentences to make them more technically correct all the time. There are technical mistakes in every book. I don’t care who the author is. We are human and it happens. So, when we so get into the story that we forget to edit, it’s a great thing.

Excited to Write:

Harlequin has a call for short erotic romance pieces. I’m working on one and I’m very proud of it. It’s coming along nicely. I always hope a company will pick up my work, but in this case I ‘m hoping and praying and wishing. Just insert a whole lot of 60’s song lyrics here.

The piece is to be between 5000 and 15000 words. I’m 10K into it, so it’s going to be on the long end. I wish I had the magic gift of being able to convey forever love and hot sex in under ten thousand words, but I don’t. My stories have a lot of back to them. It’s just who I am. I need to learn to embrace that and stop wishing I was McKenzie Mckade. She does the trick of marrying short works with love and eroticism beautifully, but she is who she is and I am not her. Duh, Nancy.

Proud:

My nine year old. He brought home a darn good report card, for him. No, it’s not perfect, but he’s working really hard. That’s a huge step forward for him.

Thinking:

I’ve given up the eleven o’clock news for, The Daily Show. I like to think and this show combines thought with comedy. Doesn’t hurt that I seem to fall in line with their politics.

Like most people, if you like, The Daily Show, you will probably like, The Colbert Report.

Both shows get to me in a good way. No, it’s not real news. I watch that too, but it depresses me.

Starving:

I’m trying to take off twenty pounds by August. It’s easier to race when I’m smaller. I’m not going to be thin, but I do want to carry less weight around. I’m slower when I’m over 160. Now is the time to start to tackle it. Hello Lean Cuisine. Actually the enchilada suiza is delicious. I just wish there was a lot more in the package. LOL!

Happy/Guts Twisted:

The May edition of Romantic Times Magazine will be out soon. I’m nervous. VERY nervous. They are reviewing my book, “How to Conjure a Man.” This is a magazine that can boost your sales, or plunge you into the toilet of stink. I know I wrote a funny and sexy book. I also know there are flaws in it. I am a wreck and will be till I read the review. Then I will either quit writing and begin my new career as a sign holder for a local furniture store (they pay people to hold signs on street corners all day), or tackle something for a bigger market. Depends on what it says.

Yes, yes, we are supposed to put reviews into perspective. Whateva.

Dressing Up:

No one. Not today. I wore decent stuff all weekend long. So I’m busy revelling in my fugly clothes this week. I am digging the new, Boyfriend Pant at the Gap. I’m also concerned it might only look good on people shaped like boys. Being a woman of exaggerated curves, I have to be careful about what I wear.

Listening:

I love Pink. I have all her CD’s. Yes, I am a tad too old, so what? She’s funny, relevant, interesting and has a good outlook on life. She also has a penchant for bad boys. Her soon-to-be husband is a dangerous guy. I’ve never dug the dark side before, but I can see the appeal.

Dancing:

Doing Belly Dance again. I pick it up and put it down. I master something and take a break for a while. It’s a good stress reliever.

Running:

No one. I’ve been a bad, bad girl. The dog is mad at me. Lest she start snacking on my shoes, again, I am taking her out today.

Jonesing:

I want ice cream. Not just any ice cream, really GOOD ice cream. I can’t have it, not much. Gastric By-pass patients don’t get to eat it. So I’m mostly doing without, or with a lower fat ice cream. Fat is the enemy. Not cause of weight, cause it makes us sick.

The operation was a good thing. Not eating ice cream still stinks.