One Year & A Half Before the Mast

I have a cold.

My brain is fogged and I am stumbling around with an almost empty box of tissues in one hand and a crumpled soggy tissue in the other.

Yesterday was PitMad and I ventured into Twitter hell to pitch my Helen/Nefertiti novel and garnered one like. One like. I guess ancient historical fiction isn’t as coveted as YA magical dragons or LGBT story lines. Either that or my pitch sucked.

“A Priestess’ hoax sends Helen to Egypt to become a great queen and watch the Trojan War from afar.”

“Helen of Sparta, tricked into going to Egypt, must survive power hungry Royal family & rule them all.”

“For Paris’ love Helen risks it all. What she gets is Egypt’s King, throne & a new identity.”

Okay, those are the three pitches I used. Do they stink?

A Fresh New Day

Yikes, the birds are twittering today, must be all that pollen in the air. The mocking birds are keeping me awake nights and my brain hurts. Words will not come. Luckily I stopped by Janet Reid's blog yesterday and found that her fantastic followers were giving up their addresses; blog, Facebook, and Twitter feeds. Yes, it was an Internet day as I made my way through the wonderfulness of the collective hive.

It seems that I have been remiss around my blog. But I have an excuse. You see, my mom died, two days after Thanksgiving, and I have been trying to show the world my stiff upper lip. The only problem, is that is tends to quiver when I am alone.

I sit in her living room surrounded by her stuff and I am paralyzed. Inertia. My mom was a self imposed invalid. She became a neurotic pack rat that saved every single piece of mail that was sent to her. And to make matters worse, she sent out requests for more on a daily basis. Then would complain about all the trash she had. Silly. Sigh.

I love my mom. I miss my mom. But I am throwing everything out! Only then can I uncluttered my own heart and move on with my life.