AS YOU WISH now available!

As You Wish
Lexi Adair
Now Available from Liquid Silver Books

To say that Laurel was down on her luck would have been an understatement. Fired from her job, forced to trudge through the rain thanks to a broken-down car, and dumped by her boyfriend over coffee, she was sure her day couldn’t have gotten any worse. Oh boy, was she mistaken!

Leaving the café and her ex-boyfriend behind, Laurel stepped out into the rain and into hell. Or what she thought was hell even though it was ripe with the scent of lavender. Nursed back from her blackout by a woman named Marina, she is sent on her way with a little black bottle … the gift of the Wishmaker.

Beneath a billow of blue smoke a genie emerges, naked as the day he was born! Adding more chaos to her life, Laurel finds that her Wishmaker seems to be more interested in getting her into bed than granting her wishes. Ashan’s magical escapades will send her spiraling down a path of mayhem that upends her world and leads her on the greatest romantic adventure of her life. And all it took was three little words… As you wish.

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Am I the only one?

Am I the only one who writes better after I’ve knocked a few back?

Yeah, it’s true. When I really want  to get some writing done, a couple of glasses of wine loosen my creative energy just as much as they loosen my lips. I made a comment about it to someone the other day, and they thought it was really weird. Of course, they are a non-writer, so they don’t get any of the weird stuff we do anyways.

I also got my hubby looking at me crazy the other day when I was driving and I said “Text me a message that says ‘Girl driving through state mental hospital’.” Yeah…that look was priceless. He did it though, God love him. Hey…we can’t control what story ideas pop into our heads and where. We just have to go with it and write them down.

So, anyone else do shit like this?

Exciting News!!!

So, the other day, I received an e-mail from one of the editors at Loose Id, wanting me to submit some of my work to her. She said she read some stuff Lexi and I had written and really liked it. Woo hoo! How awesome is that?

So now I’ve got to get cracking on writing and really sit down and make some time for it instead of always letting everything get in the way. =P Lexi sent Breaking the Ice to me last week, so now it’s in my hands and the ball is in my court to be working on it. Which I will admit, I haven’t done. Sigh. Between everything else going on right now, it’s been hard to dedicate myself to what I should be doing. Any time I get a chance to sit down, the last thing I want to do is write, but I need to start forcing myself to. =P

Is there anything any of you do to get motivated when you’re stuck?

Facebook

So check it out, I’m on Facebook now. Stop by and say hello… http://www.facebook.com/lexiadair

Adventures in People Watching

People Watching
 
Yes, more people watching. I love it. I love how stupid and pointless some people are.
 
There’s a woman at my work who is about 50 and dresses like she’s still 20. We call her Pat Benetar. =) Yes, she has a great body, but for fuck’s sake, woman, you’re 50! There comes a point in time where you just have to stop. You don’t look sexy you look retarded. When people are staring at you, they’re not thinking “Damn, that woman is fine!” They’re thinking “Are you fucking kidding me?” (That’s a pet phrase of mine by the way. I say it ALL the time.) Seriously, honey, it’s time to wear some more clothes, not mini-skirts, knee high boots and tank tops. And yes, she wears that to work.
 
There’s also a girl I work with who is constantly complaining about her weight, and yes, she is pretty overweight. But if you look at what she eats for lunch….it’s what I eat in a whole day! I shit you not. And that’s just lunch. That doesn’t count breakfast, ten snacks and dinner. Plus, if you open one of her desk drawers, you’re in fatty heaven. Candy bars, pudding cups…the whole nine yards. I swear if we ever got stuck in this building we’d be safe for a couple of months on all the shit she has in there.
 
It’s amazing the shit people eat. Ever since they put a vending machine in the break room that takes credit cards… Damn. These people get a bag of chips, a candy bar and a pop and wonder why they can’t button their size 20 pants. For serious. And then there’s little old Ann, a size 8, sitting at my desk eating yogurt, flavored rice cakes (I swear, the new kinds really are good), tuna salad for lunch, and I allow myself two diet Mountain Dews a day. Other than that, it’s water. A size 8 is not skinny by today’s standards, and that’s really sad.

Reconcilliation

So I told you about our neighbors that I thought were pulling away. Everyone knows what a blunt bitch I am, so I sent her a text the other day flat out asking If I/we had done something to offend them. Luckily, the answer was no. =) So we’re going out for drinks tonight. Woo hoo! K and I just genuinely like them, so this makes me happy.
 
And why, you might ask, did I automatically assume I  might have offended them? Well, because this is me we’re talking about. I’m blunt, brash, loud-mouthy, offensive and I can be a real bitch. =P It’s just who I am. I gave up trying to change a few years ago. I am who I am and if you don’t like it, you don’t have to like me, you don’t have to talk to me and you don’t have to be my friend. I really could give a fuck. I actually have a friend, where we went out one night and some of her other friends met us there… We got along and had a good time. Come to find out, they didn’t like me. Though I was too brash and offensive and blah blah blah. Okay, fuck you. And when I see you again, now that I know that, I’ll get drunk and be even worse! How you like them apples? I’m sure my friend wouldn’t like it, but oh well. Like I said, I am who I am, take me or leave me. If I’m going to be friends with someone, they can be my friend for who I really am, not for some meek bitch I would be pretending to be.
 
And yes, I can be well-behaved. When I’m at something professional or at something having to do with hubby or my’s work, then yes, that’s different.  Way different.

Damn Pets

So, do any of you have animals that embarrass the shit out of you? Yeah, I have a couple of cats that do big time. First, whenever we have company over, they decide it’s time to take center stage and lick their asses. You know yours do it too. It’s great dinner entertainment or when you’re sitting around have drinks with company. Especially if it’s “proper” company, and you all know what I mean by that. In my case, it’s K’s clients or vendors or customers or what-have-you. One of the cats always decides to come show everyone their amazing talent and flexibility of being able to ream themselves. Hell, I know several people who wish they could do that. Of course, they’d becoming shut-ins because they’d never leave the house again, but in a couple of those cases, that would be a blessing for the rest of us.

Another thing they do is play with my bras. I’ve never known of any other cats that like to play with bras like they’re mice. Literally. You know that weird meow they get when they catch something? You know, they want you to come see it and congratulate them for what an amazing job they did. Yeah, well, at our old house, it used to be that N did that whenever she caught a field mouse. So we’d praise her and throw the carcass back out in the field behind our house. Now she does it when she has “caught” one of my bras. Yes, N. It’s such an accomplishment that you managed to catch something that doesn’t fucking move. It’s gotten to the point that I have even given them a couple of bras that the underwire was poking out and I can’t wear anymore.

Now, let me get to the point, as I’m driveling on with all my bullshit. It’s not so bad that they play with them…it’s when they bring them out when “proper” company is there, or when they have dragged one downstairs into the main living area and we haven’t noticed it in order to throw it back upstairs where no one else will see it. The looks and laughs and comments we get…let’s just say I don’t dig it. I’ve even had someone come into the house and say, “Damn, still doing the newlywed thing, eh?”

Sigh.

What horrendous things do your pets do to you?

Confused

So, I told you guys we met our new neighbors. We hung out with them two weekends in a row and went out to eat with them one night. All three times we had a lot of fun together and we all got along really well. Now, it’s like they’re ignoring us. I feel like I/we are getting the blow-off big time. We asked them to go out for drinks with us the week before last…they said they would talk about it and get back with us…they ended up saying no. Last Friday I asked them if they wanted to go out and grab a couple of drinks since I was going to be out with my friends. They had their son, so I said okay, and returned with “How about you guys come over for dinner one night.” I never got a response.

So today, I text her and ask her what their plans are for this weekend and tell her that we’re going to have a fire out back. She said it sounded like fun and she’d get with her hubby and get back to me. Her sons went away to college last week, so I asked how everything was going with that. No response.

I mean, seriously, what the fuck is up? I thought we had made some awesome new friends and now I have no clue what the hell is going on.

Opinions? Insights? Anyone! =)

Winner for Friday 8/21/09!

My apologies for being late with this. I had some family stuff come up over the weekend. Oops.

But…without further ado, the winner is Natasha A.! 

Stay tuned…I’ll be picking another winner this Friday!

When would you be?

I was watching Woodstock Now and Then on the History Channel the other night…yes, I know, Woodstock is way before my time, but I’ve always been a hippy at heart. =) In high school I was a major hippy, and even though I don’t look like it anymore, I still feel like it at heart. If I could go back in time and live in any “era” so to speak, I would go back to the mid sixties and live in San Francisco in the Haight and then go to Woodstock. I think that would be completely and totally awesome. Every time I see anything regarding Woodstock, I wish I could have been there for something as amazing as that.

What time would you go back to if you could chose any time?