Other writers send me their books and ask me to read them. That means I get amazing books for free, and better than that, I am allowed to watch the evolution of those cool books.
I have a fantastic cover artist who rocks my Kindle world.
I'm in a group of talented, dedicated people who help me out every single day.
Nightmares are cool now, because when I wake up in a sweat, I just think, "Hey! New novel idea!"
If my husband comments on my disheveled, pajamas-in-the-afternoon attire, I can silence him with my Novelist At Work stare.
My little Alternet universe is fueled with tea, wine, and chocolate.
I am never, ever bored. Seriously, I don't know what boredom is like. I've got movies in my head to watch, and I mean that in a very non-psycho killer way.
As I tap stuff out in the keyboard, I become one with a long line of writers. Maybe not Hemingway or Colette, but Edgar Rice Burroughs and Enid Blyton? Those are my peeps.
|This just screams pulp fiction. Love it!!!!!!|
See, I have to go and watch The Housewives of Beverly Hills. It's rich bitch research, dammit.
Ditto reading pulp fiction. All part of my job. Now, hand me my bon bons.