To say I’m nervous about this one would not fully convey how on edge I am about the reception of Making Promises. Some people love it, and some people are disappointed that it’s not Deacon and Crick all over again, and I’ve experienced this with Vulnerable and Wounded, but, like with that series, I have the urge to make the next installment in a series VERY DIFFERENT from the first one. I guess I have to accept that if I sort of want to be like the Bruce Springsteen of UCF and m/m–not the Tommy Two-Tone–then sometimes that’s going to happen. People who loved Born to Run might NOT love Atlantic City or Further On Up The Road (and don’t make me past that Supernatural youtube clip again, because I will!) It’s a fact of writing, I need to deal–and remember that I write stories about things I like, and hope (and am thrilled when) others like that too.
I also have to remember that not once has Sylvester STallone EVER said publicly that he regretted being in Oscar, and I actually liked that movie! (“You are an ox, AND a moron!” — GREAT LINE!)
So Bella’s Brother is not as angsty as my usual fare–but I lurvs me a good romantic comedy too. I hope this one delivers.
(Everybody… I’m sayin’ it. I know you’ll join me! Holy Goddess, Merciful God, LET IT NOT SUCK!)
And about Teh Crazy?
Lessee… I don’t want to blog about some of it– Let’s just say my track record for offending people continues full steam. It’s never intentional, but I have all the grace and people skills of my aging dog after sneaking a cheap microwave burrito. Beware my interpersonal stench–it rolls thick and deep. (And let us just also say, if I complain to a higher authority about something that’s huge and affects me and my family, and that person looks me in the eyes and says, “You’ll have to find some way to fix that!” I, uhm, will PROBABLY FIND SOME WAY TO FIX IT. And protocol? Does NOBODY know me?) But that’s enough about that. There are larger concerns.
The first and foremost is that the streets are safe for another week or two– Big T has failed his written driver’s permit test. This does not surprise me– T does NOT translate those questions well into real life situations–but it does reassure me a little. Yes, the DMV system works, and I don’t have to worry about my baby being on the BIG Effing WALL-O-DEATH that parents get to look at as they wait for their spawn to take that exam. At least not until he’s put stuff together a little better in his very fine (and yet oddly wired) noggin. (And for someone who may be out there reading… *pift* Like I’d take him driving to Elk Grove anyway!)
Second and sort of fun is that I arrived today to an empty house. Seems my stepmom and dad showed up after I left for work this morning and took everybody school shopping. I love them. Can I just say I love them? Shoes for everyone, on the folks! (Anyone who has ever walked out of Famous Footwear with four pairs of shoes will realize what a blessing this is.)
And third? School started today. I was sort of ready. I made lots of promises–write more, be more interactive, grade papers closer to now than to never–and the kids? WERE AWESOME! I’d forgotten what it’s like to have kids laugh at my jokes–seriously. I may hates ’em by week six (*shudder* Week Six. You all remember week six…) but I adores ’em like the kitten right now!
And my daughter’s friend, who is going to continuation this semester to come back and graduate at mid semester, came to give me a hug. I gave her some books. I got to see her-and a bunch of other returning players–and I remembered that one of the joys of teaching Juniors is that I get to see them another year as Seniors.
And then I remembered that I love my job very much a lot sometimes.
And then I remembered that I had to run to take T to his permit exam. At the permit exam, I remembered that I was going to take Squish to dance. We got home too late to do that–and that, too, was a blessing.
Only two more errands right now… one is a walk. The other is to go fax the contract for The Adrian Story (Guarding the Vampire’s Ghost). Yeah–you read that right. Another Little Goddess story in the works. My inner “squuueeeeeeee!!!” is deafening!
If I can lose even five pounds this month, it will have been a VERY good year:-)