This is going to be another one of those rambling posts about my completely random thoughts. But before you get bored and fall into a coma on your keyboard, I want to give you the details for a new blog I’ll be participating in with nearly twenty other Historical Romance Authors from Australia.
It’s called Historical Hearts and this week is our launch so we’re having a five day virtual party where you all get to meet us and find out what we write and why we write it. I’ll be on Friday (saving the best till last) and I’ll be giving away Candace Camp’s Scandalous and a contest critique to two lucky people who comment. There will be giveaways every day and general madness and mayhem you get when a heap of romance authors get together on any level. So the link is http://historicalhearts.blogspot.com/
It’s going to be great! And it would be wonderful if you could drop by and check it out.
Now onto the ramblings. Let me set the scene. It’s freezing. If there was a fierce wind, I would get knocked over (little exaggeration but not much). And because I’m lazy, I don’t do much to stay warm (housework wise-yuck!).
So there I was last night, after crawling out of the sleeping bag cocoon I made myself while I worked on my Regency (73k and still going), and I was cold. Really cold. Lucky I had to foresight to already have switched the electric blanket on to warm up my side of the bed. So I got dressed in the bathroom, crouched in front of a tiny blow heater that sucks more electricity than five plasmas, and then practically ran to my bed. My feet were so cold I couldn’t get to sleep for ages despite the fact it was midnight. So then I lay wondering what would happen if I got electrocuted by the electric blanket. You hear it happening. Pensioners houses burn down due to faulty blankets all the time. This is what my brain does to me in the dark, in the middle of the night. It gives me the worst possible scenario to fall asleep with.
Then I started thinking about what I did before I had an electric blanket. My parents never let me have one. Until I got to high school I didn’t even know it was possible to create a heavenly warm haven so you didn’t have to shiver yourself into fitful dreams where you were stuck in Iceland with no sunshine. The truth is, back then, I wore socks to bed. And trackies. And a jumper. And a long sleeve, high necked shirt. You see, I’m a super light sleeper and if I'm cold I can't sleep. And I’m not a touchy feely cuddly type of gal either so I can't tuck my cold feet around the man and wait for him to warm me up. I know I’m not the only one. Not all chicks are into being smothered in their sleep by their men who may or may not have heavy, muscled arms that twitch when they dream (mine does). His arm always happens to land right across my middle and then I’m awake. And it’s not comfortable. (Also, Doug I know what you’re doing at 5am when you pretend to be asleep). And then I’m cranky because sleeping is my most favourite part of the day. It’s the only time when I’m not stressed, I don’t have to wonder where everyone is and what they’re doing. I don’t have to worry about what to cook for tea or what to pack for lunch. And because I have a bad back, lying down at night is like no other feeling. Add to that the fact that I only fell asleep sometime between midnight and 1am. Don’t get me wrong. I love sharing a bed with a man I’m hopelessly in love with but this is why they made electric blankets. So gals like me could stay warm and get some sleep! It's nothing personal about his hygiene or anything like that. it's all me.
So now I want to know two things. How do you stay warm when it’s so bloody cold and is my brain broken or do you to think about stupid stuff when you also should have opted for the safety of counting sheep? Oh and are you cuddly? I'm not and most people look at me like it's a disease. It's not. I just really like my own personal space and don't feel the need to hug everyone I meet!
Anyway, the answer that makes me laugh the most wins a prize since I got to the all important 2000 hits last week! Thanks to Cherie Thomas for being the 2000th visitor! You win a prize too!! Not sure what yet but it’ll be cool =)
I'm a published author but I'm still mostly stumbling about in the dark looking for the right paths so this blog is about that, though sometimes something will give the me the shits and I'll have a bit of a rant. I'll try not to be offensive but occasionally my mouth opens without asking my brain's permission so I'll apologise in advance.