Bronwyn Green

Why not me?!

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March 4, 2010

So I’m talking to my friend today and the following conversation was had:

Her: So, do you want to hate my husband with me?

Me: I’m game. What’s up?

Her: Do you want to know what his sole job is at work today? (The man works making gourmet ice cream that none of the rest of us can afford to eat.)

Me: Will it piss me off?

Her: Definitely.

Me: Bring it.

Her: His sole purpose at work today is to sit and eat chocolate. Piles and piles of chocolate, sent from all around the world. He’s going to sit around and stuff his face with expensive chocolate and decide which kinds they’re going to use in upcoming flavor creation.

Me: Chocolate…all day.

Her: Oh yeah, baby. Swiss chocolate, German chocolate, dark chocolate, super dark chocolate…it’s a fucking chocolate festival and there’s none for me!

Me: I am feeling hateful. And also premenstrual.

Her: I know, right?

I feel her pain. I’m cranky, and I think I might have missed my calling. I can’t help but think a panel of chocolate testers would be better. I wonder if it’s too late for a career change…

The Book Boyfriend – Janna Made Me Do It

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March 2, 2010

The lovely Janna of Erotic Romance Reader tagged me in a Book Boyfriend meme, and seeing as how I live to procrastinate (and I’m finally done cleaning up puke) I’m totally playing.

Here’s how this meme goes:

We all have our favorite book boyfriends and now you have the chance to create one just for yourself and your fantasies! How do you play? Fill out the quiz bellow, post a picture of sexy man and tag five (5) other book addicts to do the same. Don’t forget to pop to their blogs as let them know they have been tagged!

Once tagged… you have to do the same, grab the button, answer the questions, and keep it rolling! But don’t forget the picture of the sexy man! It doesn’t have to match your fantasy man, just a little eye candy for the rest of us… heheheee!

1.) Hair style and color – Honestly, I’m open to most styles, however, buzz cuts and mullets need not apply. I do like enough to grab onto, and I prefer men with darker hair.

2.) Eye color and facial features – I’m a sucker for green eyes…or blue…the kind you can get lost in. Le sigh… I like a rugged face with scruff, full-ish, kissable lips, but please, no butt-chin – at least not a big one.

3.) Height and body type – 6′ – 6′ 2″ is a nice height, and I’m going to go on record as saying overly-muscled, body building types creep me the hell out. I always assume, perhaps wrongly, that a guy like that is more interested in spending time watching himself do reps in the mirror at the gym than anything else. I like broad shoulders and tight abs as much as the next girl, but I’d rather see them on a normal looking guy with an athletic build.

I like strong, capable looking hands. I don’t mind if they’re a little rough or dinged up from working on the house or the car. I like some tattoos – now, I’m talking about tribal work or Celtic knot work – not some ill-conceived and tacky skull, roses and American flag number or scary looking portraiture of a teacup poodle. I’m totally on board with a strategically placed piercing or two.

4.) Visible age – 30-40

5.) Bangability – i.e. kinky/bi/size – First off, I applaud the use of the word, bangability. 😀 I like ’em straight and more than a little dominant. Hey…it’s my imaginary BBF. 😉 And size? I’m with Janna…who wants small in this perfect little fantasy?

6.) Human or other – Human or shifter – fey works, not into vamps so much. It’s not the biting…it’s the living dead part that makes me a little squidgey.

7.) Paranormal skills – the ability to transport us from place to place – makes world travel that much easier. The ability to freeze time would also be badass.

8.) Interests – Wait? You mean besides worshiping me? Okay then, let’s see…hot sex, traveling, music – I know it’s cliche but I love a guy that can sing and play guitar.

9.) Habitat – Where I am, but I’m so not gonna complain if he’s got a castle in Ireland or Wales.

10.) Special skills – Making me laugh (oh, so important), long, slow kisses, book research and knot tying. 😉

I’m tagging:

A Rant. A vile, disgusting rant.

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February 27, 2010

If you’re easily disgusted, don’t read any further.

Let me start out this rant by saying I love my son. I love him to pieces. I would do anything for him. He’s a sweet kid, wildly creative but easily distracted.

For the last two weeks, I’ve been reminding him to pick up the legos on his bedroom floor. Fast forward to tonight and the following conversation.

Corwin: (stumbles down stairs, looking a little green.) Clean-up on aisle one.

Me: What?

Corwin: I tried to make it to the bathroom…but I chunked on my bedroom floor. I got my retainer out in time though.

Me: (sobbing on the inside) Awesome…

So, clutching paper towels, a plastic bag and a container of clorox wipes I head upstairs to discover that my darling son never picked up his legos like I’d asked. Now, I’m not talking about 50 or even 100 pieces, I’m talking close to 1500. 1500 fucking legos that are now covered in puke. So much that I have to call for paper towel reinforcements and a bucket to put the legos in. I’ve never seen so much puke in my life. Never, and I’m a parent and former child care provider. Honestly, this kid had the coverage of a frat boy after four or five keg stands.

While I’m cleaning up this specfuckingtacular mess, Corwin’s cwtched up in my bed. My beautiful, comfortable bed. All of a sudden, I hear the unmistakable sound of retching child.

Me: Please tell me you didn’t puke in my bed.

Corwin: I’m sorry mama.

Me: (fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck) It’s okay, honey. Just hang out in the bathroom for a bit.

I’ve just spent the last two and a half hours on my hands and knees cleaning puke and washing legos. Now, I’ll be up most of the night doing laundry since he cleverly manged to cover my sheets, my blankets, my quilts and my pillows. Yeah…frat boy…keg stands…epic coverage. That’s the kid I’ve got.

An Open Letter to February

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February 24, 2010

Dear February,

Please take your snow, your ice, your sleet, your cold winds, your gray skies, your slick roads, and your nasty, dirty slushy crud. We no longer have any use for any of it.

We’d like you to return our blue skies, our green grass, our delicately unfurling leaves, our sunny yellow daffodils and our softly scented lilacs. We miss them.

Sincerely,
Bron
(and probably most of the midwest)

Songs I Write To

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February 22, 2010

I was chatting with Janna the other day about our favorite song, Hallelujah. It’s by Leonard Cohen, but it’s been covered by everyone under the sun including Bono and KD Lang, but my favorites are the Jeff Buckley, Rufus Wainwright, Damien Rice and Lisa covers – Lisa is a lovely Dutch girl with a fantastic voice. Thank you Janna for introducing me to her version!

Talking about this song made me think of the my go-to songs for writing. While each book’s soundtrack changes, there are some songs that are constants. Here’s my top five writing songs. None of them are particularly happy. Mostly they’re about struggling relationships or dysfunctional relationships and for some reason, that makes good writing music – for me, anyway. Not sure what that says about me as a person other than I love me some wangsty music.

I have tons of other favorite songs ’cause I’m a music girl, but these always do it for me. Well, these and pretty much every song on Counting Crows August and Everything After.

Damien Rice – Rootless Tree

In the Sun – Joseph Arthur

Wonderwall – Ryan Adams (Oasis Cover)

Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan -Volcano

Hallelujah – Rufus Wainwright (Leonard Cohen cover)

This must be some kind of record for me…

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February 20, 2010

It’s true, I’m not an awesome blogger who blogs everyday, so four in a week must be some kind of new record for me.

Today, I was invited by the lovely Lisabet Sarai to be a guest blogger on Oh, Get a Grip. All week long, they’ve been blogging about their favorite characters, so as I’m sure you’ve already guessed, I’m doing the same. I’ll give you a hint…it’s a guy. I’d love it if you stopped by for a visit. 🙂

I hope everyone is having a great weekend. I’m going to try to keep my head down all weekend and write. I might come up for a venti cinnamon dolce latte…maybe that will be my reward.

Oh How I Love You, Friday

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February 19, 2010

My kids are on mid-winter break which means I didn’t have to get up at the ass-crack of dawn today. Soooooooo happy.

The boys have been little vidiots since the got out of school. Corwin’s been playing Halo like a fiend and Killian played W.O.W. until 4:30 am – the little dork. I called his name to wake him up at noon and he very sleepily answered, “Here.” It made me giggle.

I’ve been working hard on writing, the day job and not much else…as plainly evidenced by the mountain of laundry and the dishes in my sink.

This week over at Writer’s Evolution, we’ve been blogging about the awful manuscripts under our beds and I’m up today. I’d love it if you came over and had a peek.

I’ll be announcing the winner of the contest tonight after 8 pm EST – so check back!

Time to Squeeeee

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February 16, 2010

I’m pretty damn happy today. I just found out that Just Right is number one at All Romance E-books! I’m not sure how long it’ll stay there, but I’m freaking excited!!!

Also – the fantabulous Kris Norris made me a beautiful new website and I’d love it if you checked it out. It’s all misty and blue and prettiful – I absolutely love it. I think she should start a side business of websites and book trailers! The woman does amazing work! She did her own website, too.

To celebrate, I’m going to give away a copy of Just Right. All you need to do to enter is leave me a comment on my blog and I’ll choose a winner at Friday night at 8pm. Easy Peasy!

I hope you’re all having a specfreakingtacular day, too!

It’s Dean Day!

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February 13, 2010

What’s Dean Day? I’m so glad you asked. Well, Janna, and Pixie decided that Valentine’s Day is now known as Dean Day, where all us Dean Girls get together and list ten things we love about Dean.

Now, for those of you who aren’t familiar with the wonder that is Dean, lemme fill you in. Last April, when Brynn went away to RT and I stayed home, she very cleverly got me hooked on a show called Supernatural. She doled out discs to me like they were crack, and like a good little junkie, I wrote the prerequisite number of pages, got my Supernatural fix and went back to Brynn for a new disc. I crammed four seasons of Supernatural into four months and managed to write two and a half books while I was doing it. Dean is very good motivation. Hell, who am I kidding…so is Sam.

In a nutshell, Sam and Dean travel the US hunting ghosts, demons and a host of other Supernatural/urban legends. There’s a series long plot line about their family, good vs. evil, belonging…okay, I could go on, but I won’t. On to Dean Day! (And yes, for those of you who didn’t already know, I’m a giant nerd.)

Other Dean Day participants are Janna, Pixiedust, Veronica, Savory Tv, ggs_closet, Sayuri, JoJo, Eliza Gayle, Donna Grant, Leontine, Stacy, Sagi, Fallon Blake and Bellie7.

My Dean’s Day list – in no particular order.

1.) Those eyes. Seriously – they’re all bedroom-y and full of painful secrets. Yeah, it’s that whole Dean-went-to-Hell wounded hero thing. Who doesn’t love that? Also, they’re green – my favorite color.

2.) Devotion to family – particularly Sam. Gotta love a guy who will do anything to protect the people he loves. And sometimes love means locking people up in a demon proof detox room.

3.) Those lips. Those kissable, bite-able lips. Le sigh…

4.) Love me some bad boy-ness. Never underestimate a guy that knows his way around weapons, rock salt, dead man’s blood and iron…and also handy Latin banishing/binding phrases.

5.) Copious use of sarcasm and the best one-liners. He always makes me laugh and it’s no secret, I love a man who can make me laugh.

6.) His emotional depth. Underneath that bad boy, who gives a fuck exterior is a guy who feels things deeply even though ninety percent of the time he’s trying to hide it. For some reason, I find that attractive. I’m not sure, but that may make me somewhat dysfunctional.

7.) He personifies the word hero. This is a guy that never gives up – ever. Even in the face of overwhelming odds…like say, a war between Heaven and Hell, he keeps fighting even though he’s emotionally and physically exhausted.

8.) I love his laugh and his sense of playfulness.

9.) Love that adorable smile.

10.) Yes, at the risk of objectifying, this guy is just hot. Typically not my type, but yeah, he totally does it for me.

The Choices I Make

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February 13, 2010

Before I get on with today’s post, check back tomorrow when I’ll be having Dean Day in conjunction with Janna and several other bloggers.

Okay…on to the actual post:

It’s no secret that the vast majority of writers love writing – I say vast majority, because at any given time, someone’s having a love/hate relationship with it. Sometimes that someone is me. Writers write because they need to – it fulfills a deep seated need to create. Granted, most of us would like to be making money at writing, but the truth is, we’d write anyway. Although, I’ll admit, Dakota makes a good point about piracy, the money we lose and considering packing it in because of it. But even if I chose not to write for publication anymore, I’d still write for me. Probably not at this current, frantic feeling pace, but I’d do it.

Because I’m lucky, the day job and the writing can be done from the comfort of my living room couch, often with the warmth of a catghan. (Thank you, Chris for that awesome word.) However, because both my writing schedule and the day job are so demanding, I’m on the computer all day and well into the evening. There’s rarely a point where I say, “Okay, quitting time,” and walk away. Someday, I hope to be far enough ahead of my schedule where I can do that.

But, that’s not to say my family suffers. Of course, there are those evenings when I’m on a particularly tight deadline and I put in the Do Not Disturb headphones. But most of the time, when my family is home, I’m actively engaged with them. We hang out while they do homework, I make supper while they do their chores, sometimes we’ll watch tv together, I hang with the hubby when he gets home and we talk.

I love to write, but I love my family more. If someone held a gun to my head and said, “Choose.” I wouldn’t hesitate. My family brings me more joy than anything else. Would I miss writing? Absolutely, but not as much as I’d miss my family. When I’m deep in work mode, I remind myself that my kids’ childhoods are whipping by. Do I want to crank out that next 1000 word right this minute or do I want to have fun with my kids while they’re still interested in having fun with me? Fun wins. Are there days when they drive me nuts because I can’t get anything done? Sure – they’re kids and I’m a mom. It happens. Come to think of it, it happens with the hubby from time to time, too. But ultimately, I feel like we have a good system.

I also think that there’s an unspoken life lesson here for my kids. Following your dreams and achieving them doesn’t just magically happen. You have to be dedicated and work towards them, but you also have to make time for all the important aspects of your life.