Late Summer Insanities
Tales of my recent abduction have been mildly exaggerated. If anything was shanghaied, looks like it was my blog.In truth, to encapsulate, this is what happened. One day a couple of weeks or so ago, #1 Son got a job offer. Four days and a couple of telephone conference call interviews later, he had the position and was told he started his new job within 2 weeks. His then current supervisor and his soon-to-be new supervisor disagreed on when he should start the new position. We were told on a Friday that he needed to relocate within the week. Somehow, we managed to do so – The Kids found a house on Monday, we moved on Thursday, and I’ve been geeking for internet service ever since…until now.
What do I find once I log back online? My friends and fellow writers have roasted me. I’m still joyfully picking embers out of my ass and enjoying the flames. I’d take a bow, but my pants would just fall down and my boobs escape from their cloth prison.
Look, Mom, I’m A Porn Star
Make that an erotic romance author fortunate enough to have an editor named Nick Conrad, a well-recognized publisher like Ellora’s Cave, and a nice, curious journalist (don’t have the name yet) whom it seems liked my book.
Yes, Playgirl Magazine asked to run a long excerpt of Just Desserts, my first novel with Ellora’s Cave. One misconception—they’re not interviewing me…they’re just printing an excerpt from the book…if anyone gets interviewed by them it’ll most likely be an editor or the owner. No, I’m not posing nude, and I don’t know what issue I’ll be in – I suspect January after reading an email sent by the writer to EC…so…check for dicks ‘n picks with ole Lyn Cash’s name somewhere in an upcoming issue. [Unless I'm really off base here, seems there was one other novel Playgirl asked for, to run an excerpt on Dance of the Crystal, which I *think* was written by Cris Anson, and the contact who sent the email was Colleen Kane, Senior Editor for Playgirl Magazine.] I'm still figuring this out as I go, so forgive if I've led you astray.
Lunch With Merry
Everyone needs a Merry. Mine comes in a package about 5’2” with a killer smile, sharp wit, and a family plus extended family whose collective presence is a comfort.
Bev is a garage sale fanatic and super shopper—she wound up with a large Victorian lamp from one of our stops last Friday, and I got a Bev-made fall floral arrangement to grace my piano.
Becky took home a reversible jacket that I wish I could have squeezed into, and she gave me hope that I can quit smoking when I’m ready. Way to go, Becky, on six weeks being smoke-free after 40 years of smoking.
During our outing, I sat outside at one point on a planter at a strip mall, people-watching and taking notes (okay, and smoking), and I met an elderly lady named Norma, who was waiting on her daughter to finish shopping. First I adjusted her chain belt, and then she told me of her life. Sixteen kids – yikes – she said she stopped counting the number of grandchildren after #35. Said she’d always wanted a girl and after child #12 she got one. She’s up at 5 am every day and has her work done by 11 am so she can watch her soaps.
After that, we all said farewell to Norma, piled into Becky’s SUV, tooled across town and had lunch at The Cheesecake Factory across the highway from where my son works, so I got to see where The Kid spends his days. Grilled shrimp and bacon sandwich for me – we’re talking Texas Toast (3 deep) and layers of shrimp, bacon, lettuce, tomato, and a delicious dressing, surrounded by a large bed of French fries. Dessert was:
TOBLERONE® SWISS ALMOND CHEESECAKE Cheesecake Filled with Toblerone Chocolate, Chocolate Mousse and Chocolate Almond Fudge
– OMG! Jessica (dear daughter-in-law-2-be) had ‘scattered shrimp’ and shared a bite or two with me…and she had a coffee-flavored cheesecake with a Heath-bar type topping.
All Merry got was lunch, the bill for all of us, and a small handful of books I shoved at her before she left. (She had her personal expenditures before visiting me – you should see that fabulous jewelry!) What I got for the day…a real treat. Thanks, Merry.
Shout Outs
To Rinda & CJ for explaining manga, slash, flash, and other narrative oddities to me before I left Oklahoma City…and doing so in language I can somewhat grasp
To April for picking up my meds and mailing them to me
To Dee & Merry who took time out of their busy schedules to heckle me on my own blog and give me a toasted azz and full heart - to Angie, Michele, Mechele, Cathie, Amie, & April just for being so darned sweet...
To Janet Hook for helping us find this terrific new home
To Raelene Gorlinsky, editor in chief at EC for tracking me down to deliver the news about Playgirl
To Alexis Fleming for phoning me twice from Australia to check on me and then to contact two of my publishers to let them know I would be out of pocket a while longer
To Michael for the poem:
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
Remember to always say what you mean.
If you love someone, tell them.
Don't be afraid to express yourself.
Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.
Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late.
Seize the day. Never have regrets.
And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today.
I almost didn't post the poem, but considering it's 9/11 and I didn't want to let the day slip completely by without saying 'thanks' to heroes and heroines everywhere, there ya go. Besides, Michael has health issues, and...this means something to him and he means something to me. Guess you could say he's one of my heroes.
I’m still looking for my manuscripts (hard copies), still need to buy printer ink and paper, and still need to go for groceries (again). The good news, however, is that I’ve found my underwear and forks and that I’ll be back at writing within a week or so.
Thanks to all of you who have kept the blog alive.
~ Sunny Lyn
posted by Bobbie (Sunny) Cole @ 7:41 PM
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8 Comments:
Great news about the Playgirl story!!! And I can't believe you moved in a week - lol - must be some sort of record.
Congrats!!
Ooooooooo any excuse to buy a dirty magazine--it's the articles I tell ya. Kidding babe. Glad you're settled in and back online. I knwo I know ms. spamless owes you an email *sigh* Color me Agrivated
Underwear and forks?? PLEASE tell me they weren't in the same box! LOLOL
So glad things are coming together for you and settling down.
My first thought once you explained what was happening was
"What a rush! Here, there and everywhere" Where O Where is her underwear ...."
*cough* OK, so I got carried away - it rhymed perfectly, I couldn't resist. Sorry. ;-)
Anyway, having an excerpt of your story in Playgirl is great. Maybe it'll garner you a whole host of new fans?!!!
*hugs* on mentioning me in the shout out. That was really sweet!
And that lady you met, 16 kids? 35+ grandkids? Wow - what a legacy. Can you imagine her as a matron in the Regency period having to find matches for her brood at all those marraige marts? How would she have kept track of them all? When would she have the time? And her husband? Mega-randy.
Ouch.
Thanks for an inspiring post, Lyn!!
Hey, Lyn. Glad to have you back. Came out to say congrats on the latest release.
Esther
Glad you found the underwear. And the forks. The juxtaposition in my mind is raising its eyebrows, but I have a story that sort of involves the two...
Richard's aunt was in a wheelchair and had dementia...she lived with us and I was preparing Thanksgiving dinner. She was sitting by the table watching me put heaping platters of food on it in prep for the family buffet.
She kept telling me she was hungry. I kept putting her off as I worked.
Finally, I brought the heaping bowl of mashed potatoes to the table and leaned over to set them down...Hedy picked up a fork off one of the place settings and stabbed me right in the...well, lets just say where the underwear fits!
She got to be first in line for the buffet.
Thongs and prongs? Sorry, but knew I'd find a connection! On my way to NYC Saturday morning and glad to hear you're well before I leave. Now just fit some boa's in there with those thongs and prongs and you'll be set! Hugs.....talk to you soon!
That is wonderful news on Playgirl! How very exciting.
And yes, moving in a week must be a record. Welcome back.
Lany of Melany Logen & Mechele Armstrong
I'm so glad you are all having a good laugh at my expense - lol. Thongs & prongs? *faints* Only you, Sylvia. Hope you're having a great time in New York!
TRULY APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU! Knew at least someone would think the move a tad funny. Will explain the undies in the next post.
And that lady you met, 16 kids? 35+ grandkids? Wow - what a legacy. Can you imagine her as a matron in the Regency period having to find matches for her brood at all those marraige marts? What a terrific writer's mind you have, Michele! ~ Hadn't thought of that, but you're right!
Esther Denise! ~WHOO-hoo! Glad to see you!
Merry, cracking UP at Hedy's reaction. Not sure I'd have handled it as well as I'm sure you did.
Sam, I've missed your photos and blogs - ditto with Amie - gotta get back to blog-hopping. I've missed that...a LOT.
Melany *waves* see you soon. I've missed all of you.
More later...
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