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GRAVY

My first novel started with a mole. Yes, a MOLE - a freckle, a birthmark, whatever you want to call it.
I was at the pool with my daughter getting ignored by our swim instructor when a lifeguard with a particularly ripped abdomen walked by. He stopped to flirt with one of the female lifeguards and my eyes flew directly to an adorable mole on the top can of his six-pack.
"How cute!" I thought (among other things). "He looks like a character in a romance novel!"
So I went home and started writing fiction for the first time. That was over a year ago and I still haven't been able to stop. GRAVY is the story of a suburban housewife who wants another baby, but gets a man with a mole instead.
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February 25, 2005

Desperately seeking a makeover

I seriously need to stop Tivo'ing 'What Not to Wear' because it's making me want to shave my head and burn every. single. piece. of clothing that I own. I am a walking fashion disaster and I'm convinced that if I can just find a kindly homosexual to run his fingers through my hair, all will be right with the world again. Maybe I should put an ad up on craig's list.

The fact that I've gained back all three of those pounds I lost two weeks ago isn't helping. Nor is the fact that I CAN NOT SLEEP FOR THE LIFE OF ME. First I blamed our mattress, which is a pile of expensive suckage, but last night I slept on the guest bed in Alex's room and STILL barely managed to get in a decent wink. Of course I could blame the 30-thread-count sheets I bought at Target for $8.99 which make you feel like you're sleeping on the floor of a woodshop, but that would only be an excuse to keep me in denial about the real problem: caffeine. I'm up to three cups a day plus the occassional diet coke (or three) in the afternoon. I think it's about time I cut the mattress some slack.

Which means (BLASPHEMY!) I have to cut down on all the coffeeliciousness that I adore with every fiber of my being. And it will be a delicate scale to balance - some small part of me (probably the same part who wants to divorce Dave and enter into polygamy with Mike and Ike) wants to scream "SCREW THE STUPID SLEEP AND DRINK ANOTHER CUP!" even if I know it's the root of all evil. Addiction is such a vicious cycle. At least the Skip the Buzz pods are kickass.

Posted by Amanda P. Westmont on February 25, 2005 | Permalink

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I TOTALLY feel you on this one. I had cut back all caffiene until I got a new office job that is very near to several wonderful coffee shops. And soda counters. And restaurants with wonderful sweet tea. No wonder my weightloss is crawling and I stay up until 1:30 everynight. Oh, and I had a bad case of the "burning boobs" too, and my Aunt Nurse told me that it was from too much caffiene. But have I stopped drinking it? no. GAH.

Posted by: bellabelly | February 25, 2005 at 12:57 PM