Is Fear Keeping You Back?

I've gained four pounds this week. What's the big deal, right? Four pounds is nothing really in the scheme of things. The big deal is, I realized that I'm eating instead of writing. An excuse not to start right this minute but wait just a little longer. I tell myself, "I'll just get a little snack first."

I had to ask myself, why is this happening? A) Because I don't want to waddle anymore than I already do and B) because I really do want to write.

"Why do you do it?" I asked myself. My answer wasn't easy to find. Honestly, I'm afraid. Afraid it will be horrible, afraid it will be good and I will not be able to re-create it. Afraid I'm not "enough".

I suppose when you dream something day in and day out you start to fall in love with the dream. You can't bear that the dream be shattered by failure. At least, I can't. But I realized something else standing there on my scale. I realized that my dream can't come true without failure. Failure is my friend. It means I'm trying to reach my goal, not just waiting for someone else to wave their magic wand. Not saying I would kick my fairy godmother for a little wand waving but in the end it's me who has to fail.

Did you know NASA only had a 39% success rate before humans reached the moon? Maybe we writers should take a page from their book.

Does this make me a nympho?

I keep having thoughts about romantic scenes between my hero and heroine in No Time For Love. Does this make me a nympho? I don't think so. I can think about alcohol but that doesn't make me an alcoholic. Right? Right. It does however become a problem when I'm in the grocery store and start laughing in aisle two about some sexual thought Lee is going to have when Mac says "So how 'bout that ride."

Hope you enjoyed my little post today :)

Anne Noble

Rainy Days and Cologne

Rainy days make me want to snuggle into my man's neck. Which then makes me think of sex. I know, I know. None of you are really shocked by this admission but I'll tell you anyway :) What really makes me think of sex is the cologne he wears. Ummm. But what makes a cologne sexy? There are as many types of colognes as there are types of men. I'm partial to Eternity myself. Clean yet deep and sexy. I bought it myself of course, Toyboy couldn't pick out cologne if his life depended on it. His choice consistently smells like old spice. Uck.

So what is it about a man's cologne that makes you hot?

Hunk Bites #1

"Ball caps? Really?"

"Yes," said the man. "I find women in ball caps extremely attractive. "

This was the conversation we had recently had at a writing retreat with one of the males attending. So why then, I ask you, do we ladies spend hours and hours over the years purchasing just the right garment or finding the right shade of lipstick when we could just as easily wear no make-up at all and throw on a ballcap?

Most men I've talked with on the subject agree that certain outfits (usually those with cleavage) have a lot to do with their level of attraction toward a woman. However, in my experience, they are just as likely to pick out something they like about every woman. I've heard them say things like "What a nice pair of gams!" or "I like her hair." But in reality the woman looked like she'd stepped out of a time machine!

So let's reverse it. What do we find attractive? Is it only looks since that seems to be what we see about ourselves most often? The best looking men in the bar often can't get a gal to save their life while the man who smiles often and gives off a certain level of confidence (not overly so however) seems more likely to get our attention.

Perhaps in the end men aren't so very different from us afterall. Perhaps it is those ladies with confidence men find attractive but they hide it with their physical comments and we assume that's really what they want. We must find confidence attractive in ourselves as well for the heroines of the day are either confident in themselves or become that way.

I recently wrote a Chapter in my work in progress in which the heroine wears fuzzy bunny slippers and a sweat shirt. Perhaps I should add a ball cap to wardrobe?

Anne