I started writing my second novel this past August. It is proving to be a lot more challenging than my first novel. The research is the most difficult, as finding time during the day to read so that I can write at night has been tough. I am fifty-seven pages into the new novel and 17,000 words. I kind of came to a halt last night. I am trying to determine where to go with the story. I have so much more that I need to read up on before proceeding. When writing about real people from history, it tends to be a lot harder than writing about someone completely fictional. Historical fiction has always been what fascinated me, when picking out stories to read, so I figured that is what I should write about, but I believe after this novel, the next one will be completely fictional. I want to try my hand at something different. It may be a while before that happens as this story I am writing is progressing slowly. But, I do believe in the end it will be a fabulous new take on a historical figure. It’s an idea that hasn’t been done before, so I will keep plugging along until it is amazing.
Isn’t it amazing that even as we get older, no matter how hard we try, we always end up in the middle of someone’s drama. Whenever you get a group of women together, there will always be drama. I mean no matter how hard a person may try to be the nicest, most outgoing and friendly person, someone will find fault in them. Maybe they are jealous that you have more friends than them, or you are cuter than them, or maybe just because they are bored with life and need to have something to fight about.
Twice this year out of no where, I have gotten calls from people whom I thought were friends, whom I changed my mind about since. You know how the story goes. “So-in-So said that you said blah blah blah.” Even if you try to defend yourself, it does no good, because then you just look more guilty, even if you aren’t. These type of situations really piss me off.
It just happened to me today. I got a call from someone out of the blue, and it was as I said. “Someone said you said that you aren’t happy with me etc etc.” When I went to explain that, “#1 I wasn’t the one who said what she heard and that I was obviously misunderstood, but that I had heard some other people discussing her and #2 it wasn’t me who had an issue with her yadda yadda yadda.” So then this particular person wants to know who was talking about her. At that point I cut it off. I told her to just be mad at me, because I wasn’t throwing anyone under the bus or perpetuating the situation. I mean for God’s sake, I am a 40-year-old woman, wife and mother of five children. I am not some young teenager who is going about gossiping. Quite frankly I am the type of person that if I have something to say about you, I will say it to your face. That is unless I like you enough to just say nothing at all and let whatever you did to piss me off slide. In fact, I am a really nice, big-hearted woman unless I am unjustly wronged in some way, and then I can be the biggest bitch you ever saw. It took every fiber of my being this afternoon not to tell So-in-So to go take long jump off a short pier. But, boy was I mad. There is nothing more frustrating to me than to have someone tell me, that someone else told them, something I supposedly said, and it wasn’t true. I have flash backs to highschool and the cliques and gossiping that occurred there. Grow up people. Get a life! Stop starting trouble for others just to make your life more entertaining.