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WereVamp is on!

Just wanted to jot down a quick few lines before I head off to butcher myself at the gym on a Monday after work!

Downloaded a bunch of photos for my next book cover today. I anticipate I’ll be working on making them look spookily pretty for the next couple of weeks whenever I get some time to play around with them so if I’m a little quiet don’t think I’ve slacked down or anything 😀

I’m working in the background!

Until my next update or just plain whinge – see you later my peeps!

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My vocabulary has been distilled down to four letters: D-I-E-T.

And no, it doesn’t stand for diet, though I am a little creeped out right about now seeing as I just realised Edit and Diet are made up of the same letters!

I hope it’s not a sign from the universe but considering I have been doing little more than sitting on my ‘you know what’ and editing the crap out of my novel, I’m going to bet the contents of my pocket it is.

Which, in case you’re wondering (because why wouldn’t you?) includes a worn out (literal meaning – pristine copy) of my exercise program, a half chewed/licked Violet Crumble and a recycled chewing gum.

I have no idea why no one ever wants to gamble with me.

I’m getting Jiggy with it!

Because I am half way there folks. Half way there! Woo hoo!!!

Finished 40,000 words of my manuscript for my new novel on Friday, worked the weekend in my job and am now hoping to spend the remainder of the week editing.

Fun times, huh? I’ll let you know how I go soon … you know if I’m still sane and all.

Oh, shush guys. You know what I mean, as sane as I can be. Geez, spread the love already! 😀 ❤

Do you think Characters are an extension of their Creators?

Because if they are I think I may be seriously clinically depressed.

I’m not sure if I’m entirely in love with my newest character at the moment, not to say that she’s not growing on me but if she is anything like me, I’d like to know why you’re my friend.

You are my friend right? Pleeeeaaaasssse say you’re my friend!!!!

Damn she’s … I mean I’m insecure 😛

Don’t Judge a Mango by its Cover …

Apparently books aren’t the only inanimate (or animate) objects you shouldn’t be judging by their skins.

Don’t believe me? Think I’m being melodramatic? Okay, so I wouldn’t (more like couldn’t) normally argue with you on that point as severely as I should – I just wish I had taken a photograph of this enticingly flirtatious mango so you could all get it.

I have never seen a more beautiful Mango in my life, an orange shade that would put a sunset on the most picturesque beach to shame, dripping with bursts of mouth-watering juicy pulp that would no doubt be the envy of every single of Willy Wonker’s syrup infused lollies and a skin as soft, if not more delectable (or podgy) as a (diet required) baby’s bottom.

Feel like some mango right about now? Yeah, well just don’t. Stay away from that sinful Megan Fox Mango version coz she’s just gonna break your heart. Believe me. I do not lie. Well I do sometimes, but that’s another story.

For us Indians (even apparently demonizing-ly diluted immigrant ones like myself), mangos are sometimes the ONLY fruit we will ingest as a dessert and that is because it’s sweet enough to kill any lingering remnants of potential health.

Yeah well, not this one. It was crap. Sometimes you don’t need any eloquent words to explain your experience. This mango suxed. Full stop. I hope you can fully comprehend the dire situation because I even resorted to spelling out the word “full stop”.

Beauty is definitely skin deep guys, I just didn’t realise I would have to find out this way. Woe is me 😦

Oh cheer up. It’s Hump Day, we’re nearly there 🙂

We’re Different & Proud of it!

Apparently loads of immigrants the world over have been having a hard time explaining their differences or what we like to commonly refer to as our “uniqueness” and what originals term as our “whacky inability to fit in syndrome”.

I know, ours is so much catchier 😛

Either that, or the constant clicking on my video link is a subtle warning for impending death threats coming my way.

Phew, thank the good Lord for virtual reality sometimes, death threats are so much less permanent nowadays.

Why Writers shouldn’t end up with one another …

Okay, so we’re constantly being told about how it’s nice to end up with someone on the same page as you, you know, so you can share your trials and tribulations of a hard day’s work with that special someone.

If you’re a teacher, why wouldn’t you want to come back home and explain how you just received a letter from that student who you thought was your best one yet outlining twelve possible reasons why he wants to kill you slowly and meticulously? On the other hand, as a Doctor, what could possibly be better than coming back home after an arduous twelve hour shift and sharing why that patient you “accidentally” left a pair of scissors in after slicing them open is going to sue you for everything you got?

Hey, at least your partner’s got your back, right? Plus, as an added bonus in the Doctor’s case, your divorce hearing is going to be short and sweet.

Even if you can’t quite wrap your brainy tentacles around why anyone on earth would ever want to get with someone who is most likely to have had exactly the same day as you (unless you are truly aiming for the award for the most boring life ever, then please go ahead), there are some absolutely undeniable facts as to why writers should stay clear of one another – at least in the “relationship” field:

1. Every time your partner politely asks you to go shopping, frantic alarm bells ring uncontrollably in your head because you know the shopping list is going to read like a novel and the last 24 hour Walmart in your area has a restraining order out on you because you never leave the premises. Seriously. It’s not your fault; it just took you that long to get through the list, that’s all.

2. Your children end up falling asleep before you get through the first line of a bedtime story because you and your partner are too busy discussing the appropriateness of commencing a fable with “Once Upon a Time”. You’re still discussing how Snow White taking an apple from the Evil Queen (and anyway – who would fall for that pathetic disguise in the first place?) is not realistic enough considering all the “Stanger Danger” lectures out there when your kids wake up in the morning.

3. A surprise ending is always so predictable because you understand the way your partner’s mind works for a climatic end. They wine and dine you and it’s already playing out in your head because you’ve been editing their novels for as long as you can remember. The only move that may shock you – the “you’ve been served” rendition when the postman hands you your “out of the blue” divorce request. To top it all off, instead of being devastated, you’re proud of them and you ring them up to say that that elusive cliff-hanger ending they’ve been working so hard to achieve is in the bag, baby!

4. Your partner cooks you (or at least what you believe to be) a subliminal inducing dinner and you are unable to give them false criticism because you take your role as a critic very seriously but you still want to be encouraging about the devastation anyway and end up saying “It’s nice honey. I mean it’s no Pulitzer Prize but just keep at it, You know, practice does make perfect. No matter how impossible it may feel right now. To both of us”.

5. Wait though. There’s more. The most devastating result of ending up with another writer. Your children have been so severely traumatised by having to grow up in a household with two people who believe everything they do (including the act of breathing) should be penned down, when career day comes around, they finally build up the courage to tell you, wait for it – they want to be Doctors!

Now what could possibly be worse than that? It’s settled, you’ve officially failed as parents.

On the bright side though, you may finally have that tragedy you’ve been meaning to write for years but haven’t been buoyed adequately enough for by that gut wrenching experience you absolutely need to feel in order to do so. Nobel Laureate in literature – here I come!