DIARY OF A GIRL-NEXT-DOOR HEAVY METAL NOVELIST
February
3 , 2007
It's Superbowl Sunday and I can't wait to watch the game. After the Pats
and Giants square off, it will be off to the world of reality as my man
and I prepare for his surgery next week. Tomorrow, we have to take a class
to help us prepare, then it's just tick tick tick until the clock says
Wednesday.
While I'm not setting the literary world on fire this week, I am exerting my authority over another medium. This week, we've been selected to be a Nielsen family. If I have anything to do with it, television will be filled with shows like "Project Runway," "Lost," and "Dolly Parton: Biography." You can thank me later.
February
13, 2007
Last week was nothing but super. The Superbowl was one of the best I've
ever seen, I enjoyed an adventurous chase through Rochester on Super Tuesday
in order to find my relocated polling place (which turned out to be right
across the street from my house. Seriously.), and my man and I got hooked
on the Season 6 DVDs for Smallville. Super duper.
Today, I'm sitting in the lobby of the Highland Hospital. My honey is under the knife , and I'm learning how many characters and scene settings exist in a real hospital. There are so many punchlines surrounding me, I can barely keep track. Cranky "help" staff, a cafeteria worker who licks her fingers after sampling her wares, and a kaleidoscope of patients. Really, I'm trying to focus my energy away from thoughts of my normally-rugged man in his baby blue gown looking more vulnerable than I've ever seen him.
I won't be publishing a Valentine this year, but I'm feeling the love.
February
14, 2007
This Valentine's Day, I sure know where my heart is. My bionic man made
it through his surgery, and I've witnessed enough of the realities of
health care that I might consider finding a Shaman for any of my own medical
needs. Best character of the day: The nurse who came into the room after
Rod had a level 10 pain crisis. "I just got a papercut. I swear,
nothing hurts more than that. Know what I mean?" Know your audience,
Nursie. Know your audience.
February
26, 2008
My man is home and he's already cookin' - not just figuratively. He's
way ahead of all of the exercise suggestions, and I saw him walking without
his can this afternoon. The progress is amazing. Steve Austin's got nothing
on him, and I've got so many characters in my notes, I almost have to
write another novel. Actually, I should just write the truth. Did I mention
the nurse who visited our house? She was so obese she exhausted herself
walking from the driveway to our living room. Right in the middle of her
explanation of an insurance form, she fell asleep. Now, try to tell me
that the health care industry isn't a scam.
I had my last day of classes on Friday, and I'm already in full creative mode. I can't get too carried away because I still have lots of papers to grade, but that will all be over soon. Bring on my million dollar book contract!
March
2, 2008
Now that my temporarily disabled man is back on the mend, I can focus
on more self-serving ventures like finishing the first draft of one of
my four million dollar books. I'm exciting about everything except the
absence of a sexy title. Lord knows, Wont' Get Fooled Again did not have
a name that rolled off the tongue and stuck to the brain. This time, I
won't move foreword until I have a cracking title.
Speaking of tongues, I haven't stopped rubbing mine against my teeth since I went to the dentist for the first time since moving to New York. I've been a little reticent since my last dentist drilled me even after I told him I didn't think the Novocain had started working. This time, I felt like I was at a spa. The hygienist was friendly, sensitive and quite affirming. "You have beautiful teeth, Colette - and, by the way, I love your name!" Well, I love HER. When I went to the front desk to check out and handle my co-pay, the receptionist said, "No fee!" Honestly, I might start hanging out there just for fun.
April
7, 2008
I have begun another blog. It's nothing like this, but I'm excited about
keeping up with it over the coming year. If you'd like the address, you'll
have to let me know so I can send you the link. Colette@KISSfiction.com
June
3 , 2009
Holy smokes. I feel like I just ran into an old boyfriend, who looks very
familiar, but makes me nervous even though I have nothing to be nervous
about. Hello, old blog. You were a constant companion and coach to me
when I needed a source of accountability in my quest to give birth to
a novel.
Now, I'm someone different. It's been three years since Won't Get Fooled Again was released and I quit my dean job in Pennsylvania. Now I'm just a plain old teacher and citizen in Upstate, NY. I've had to figure out my new identity, and I think I've settled into a New York persona that makes sense. I mentor a young writers group that shows promise of sustaining itself, and I've started toying with the idea of comedy writing. We'll see...
I've made a commitment to my personal life that has seemed at odds with the commitment I had to my website in its active years, but I've recently fallen in love with Twitter. It allows me to write blog entries that take only 30 seconds to write and post, and I'm finding my writer's voice there. If you'd like to join my not-so-rock & roll journey there, I'm at http://www.twitter.com/colettefye.
