Melani Blazer

>And we just passed a coyote rummaging on the side of the road.
(I know… slow start)
>How LONG is the state of Illinois anyway?
>There is never ANYTHING good on the radio until you’re about to get out.
>I really love this place and these people. We could stay up all night talking. Probably would…if we hadn’t been up all last night driving.
>Never, ever, thought I’d say I was hot in the month of February.
>Whoops, just past Deliverance.
>Thar’s an airstrip right in the middle of these fields. Wonder if they’ll take me for a ride on their crop duster?
>Wonder what country singer will come up with a song about that first.
>When they said Mayberry, they meant Mayberry. Cute!
>I swear I just saw a dog driving that car.
>How many men does it take to install a telephone pole?
>Entertainment of the day: watching three men go up and down in their bucket trucks deciding what to do next.
>I’ve learned “just down the street” means 20+ miles.
>Is it time to go home already?

Well hell, Start writing, editing and submitting and it’s like Ghost Whisperer out there. Every damn character I’d thought of already and some new have harkened the doorway of my mind, asking when I’m gonna write their story. Uh, sure, I’ll get on that.

Right now I’m toying with the story I promised my neice I’d write. She’s…. about 10 (yeah, I know. but she lives 4 states away and I see her once a year). Anyway I toyed with the idea and found it’s pretty freakin’ tough to shift down to that reading level and ignore all the voices telling me I can’t do this or that because it’s not historically correct. I’m making it more paranormal than I’d anticipated, but that gives me that breathing room my inner editor needs. Usually that bitch is sound asleep. Cracks me up I’d have issues with this story.
Funny thing is, as I write this kids story, I realize how damn much potential it has for subsequent books. Yeah. Go on, muse, laugh it up, ya shit-covered fuzzball. I’ll lock you back in the basement you keep it up.

Er, sorry. had a mental lapse there for a minute. The nascar story has been sent and I check email with a bit of fear these days. Of course, of course, of course, once I hit send, I can think of several places I’d like to get in and could notch up tension or make it better. *enter dramatic eyeroll* Does this happen to other writers or just me?

Anyway, just to keep this blog on the map, thought I’d update ya’ll with proof I am insane, and alive and well. Figuratively speaking. Happy reading!