Growing up I was a bit of a tomboy. I hated playing with dolls, and mostly swam, skated and rode my bike. I also loved to build forts, play with my dog and that kind of thing. I’m sure a lot of that came from having two older brothers.
These days, I rarely think about it. Until the other night when we went to the fun party for BLB’s girlfriend’s birthday and had a really good time. We love her. But it was a pool party so I, you know, got in the pool. And swam, played and finally realized I was the ONLY WOMAN MY AGE DOING THIS.
The rest sat in chairs in the shallow end, with cute hats, pretty drinks and delicate shrills if they got splashed.
Umm….they possibly, maybe, sort of got splashed when I did a cannonball because CPA Boy did one and so…I had to do a BETTER one. (I did!! I rocked that cannonball! But CPA Boy later did an awesome somersault into the pool, and no way in hades am I doing that!)
Fine I’ll admit it, I’m still a tomboy. Except when it comes to snakes, then I’m a full on screaming girl.
But we had a great time! It was fun, and her family and friends were wonderful and totally accepting of me and my tomboy tendencies, LOL!
On the work side of things, the editor sent back Soul Magic and Night Magic, so I’ll get those files cleaned and ready for formatting and try to settle on the dreaded blurbs (ugh, I stress so danged much over those!). In a couple weeks, all this will be done and the pre-orders all up and ready to go, which will be awesome! Then I can get back to the business of writing full time, I can’t wait!
So how was your weekend?
August 31st, 2015 at 7:07 am · Link
Heh. I bet those other women were secretly jealous that they can’t just cut loose and have fun. I’d have been in the pool playing around, too. Just no cannonballs for me. I swim well enough to not drown, but that’s it. I never thought of myself as a tomboy, but yeah, I preferred matchbox cars to dolls, and the dolls I did have were actors in my elaborate fantasy life – sword fighting, swashbuckling, adventuring in the forest of my bedroom. Except my one Barbie. She’s was too much of a priss.
Ahem. Anyway, so glad you had an awesome time at the party! Good luck with your edits and polishing. I can’t wait to read these again!
There was a weekend in there somewhere, wasn’t there? I think I mentioning that all I needed to do was a read-through for content and clarity. Yeah, about that. I ended up doing another deep edit before this goes to the editor. I’m about 3/5 of the way through and should have it done this week. I will not read it again before I send it out. I just won’t do it.
August 31st, 2015 at 8:02 am · Link
I probably would have been in the hot tub–mainly because I don’t swim anymore. Ten years ago? Oh, yeah! I’d have been doing laps and maybe even challenging BLB on that somersault. Those other women don’t know what they’re missing.
We did a little family visiting, caught up on some housework, watched baseball, and I got started on my next two projects. I’m going to try multitasking. My next release is about 1/2 written but needs massive edits before new words, and the one after is a compilation volume so it needs edits and some connecting chapters. I’ll also be adding new words on RDR#4 because I want a head start on when I get the go ahead. Lots of writing in my future but…what else is new, right? LOLOL
Can’t wait to reread all the Wingslayer books! Have a productive week, everyone!
August 31st, 2015 at 11:19 am · Link
B.E….LOLOL!! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh at the deep editing but I recognized myself in that! It’s a sickness, yes? But it makes us better writers! Or crazy writers????
I think the other women were doing what made them happy. Not everyone was born part fish They were very gracious about our antics too.
Love your prissy Barbie refusing to join in the adventures of your other dolls!
August 31st, 2015 at 11:23 am · Link
Silver, the hot tub is always a good choice! But I’d love to see you challenge CPA on his somersault.
You have a jamb packed future!! What’s amazing is that you get it all done. I’m impressed!!
August 31st, 2015 at 1:39 pm · Link
Well, I got that Barbie for Christmas after I’d asked for Matchbox cars, so she never was my favorite toy.
Go ahead and laugh. Insanity loves company. LOL
August 31st, 2015 at 3:21 pm · Link
You gave our mother who has terrified of pool grey hair
You headed for pool before you could swim. She would grab pool pole to fish you out while yelling for help
You always grabbed the pole even at nine months
Even neighbor jumped six foot fence yes I had to go in more than once after you
August 31st, 2015 at 3:29 pm · Link
Oh no, Biker Witch told on you ;).
I was a tomboy too. I think most all the girls I hung with were tomboys. In fact the day I met my best friend she was bunching my brother in the face :). They dated when they teens.
I can so picture you having tons of fun in the pool. Life is too short not the enjoy ourselves. Glad you had fun and too bad for those women who didn’t want to get messy. Maybe they need make-up or something – MEOW ;).
Have a great afternoon.
August 31st, 2015 at 5:46 pm · Link
B.E., Poor Barbie had to know she wasn’t your favorite But really, they should have given you matchbox cars!
August 31st, 2015 at 5:48 pm · Link
Biker Witch, really???? YOu had to tell on me? I don’t really remember, except that Mom was somewhat traumatized by my antics. You, however, can swim as well as I can so I was in danger there. Probably wasn’t much fun for you though
August 31st, 2015 at 5:51 pm · Link
Viki, your best friend punched your brother?? I’d be her best friend too! That’s awesome! Even funnier that they later dated.
I think the other women were having fun too. They were sweet and funny, just apparently less inclined to swimming and water fights with boys, LOL! And they looked cute while I resembled a drowned rat