I Had Just Pulled Out the Bottle of Booze When A Tall, Leggy Dame Walked Through my Door

That’s right! It’s time for the pulp fiction selection to commence! I’m really super excited about it; my body is actually buzzing and zinging with anticipation! I absolutely adore this ear (1940’s) and have seriously romanticized the gangster/gumshoe lifestyle. I always wanted to be Madonna in the “Dick Tracy” or any of the girls in “Oscar.” Does it mean anything then, that I can’t get through a book by Dashiell Hammett? I’m going to pretend no.

As I realized last month, I feel this wild impulse to write for myself. My friends and family can read the works since they helped me struggle through the writing process in various ways, but it doesn’t matter how good they are. I’m not writing to publish. Of course, I’d by lying if I said I hadn’t dreamt of instant stardom and book tours and selling every one of the novels. I’m trying to be realistic here though. I really am getting the most enjoyment out of this project when I stop thinking about the future and just lose myself in the present.

As I rub my hands together in glee, it’s hard to keep my excitement reigned in. It’s going to be a fun month!