That's just delicious, Jilli!

My grandmother used to tart up my face when I was very little, it was the only time I'd sit still. And then she'd hand me the mirror and it was magic. You totally brought me there. Thanks!

I need some damn inspiration.

If you keep writing, pretty soon you will have a book, and everyone will love it, and you shall revered throughout the land.

Also, you will feel accomplished, and know that you created something good.

What Lee said.

Also, what Allyson said to Jilli. There's a definite sense of "oooooh! initiaion into some sort of Mystical Secret Ritse!" thing about that first makeup deal.

Am still on the road. Susan, got your chapter section and will curl up with it wit I get home; the business centre in a hotel is not conducive to backfeeding...

Ah, the week before a writers conference! In which I look at the workshop schedule over and over again trying to decide between "The Slush-Killing Query Letter" and "Developing Plot and Story Action," between "He Shot the Sheriff and I Know Why: Motivating Your Characters" and "Honing Your Pitch," and similar choices for ever single time slot. Cue angsting because my agent appointment is during Julia Quinn's seminar on the business of writing--will there even be space at the back when I sneak in late? Time to ransack my wardrobe, see if I have three appropriate outfits that fit my current still vaguely post-partum body, and head to the stores if not.

Can't wait till Friday!

Another First Time drabble, just under the wire. Susan inspired to use characters from the book I'm working on now, which was interesting -- I've never done that before. In the book, Maggie and Tyler have met unexpectedly at a party, five years after they shared a hot, sweaty, no-strings weekend. ---

The first time, he was nearly naked. Jogging shorts and a beat-up pair of Nikes didn’t amount to much on six feet of lean, muscled man.

She’d turned the corner and smacked into him, a wall of hard flesh still slightly damp from exercise. He circled her waist as she stumbled, and she breathed in salt air, sweat, and man.

“S-sorry,” she stammered, looking up into eyes as dark blue as the water at dusk.

“No problem.” His mouth slanted into a smile so purely male, she tingled. In a gut-punch of lust, there were only two thoughts: Yum and want.

Susan, just out of curiosity I skimmed through the conference site -- if you have a chance to sit in on any of Laurie Brown's workshops, you'll love them -- she's a riot, completely down to earth and funny as hell. We actually met in Wisconsin in the teeny tiny smoker's contingent that hung out in the front lobby, before she ever submitted to me.

Wish I was going. I love conferences, and I missed being at RWA this year. I'm going to Reno even if I have to crawl there.

I'm already planning to go to her Friday workshop (The Last 16 Things I Learned Before Being Published), and for one of the Sunday hours I'm torn between her (How to Write Great Sex Scenes) and agent Elaine English (Contracts).

I'm hoping to go to Reno. All depends on if I've got my finances a little better sorted by then!

"First time" drabble - just made it, whew.

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"Of course I can read." I'm offended. Can't the doctor see I'm a big girl?

"E, R, um, D…?" I squint harder, as always, but it still doesn't work.

He goes to the table by the window, humming to himself as his hand hovers over rows of little magnifying glasses. "This one," he grunts, and passes it to me. "Hold it over your right eye and tell me what you see."

The world jumps out at me. Things that are supposed to melt fuzzily into each other have edges now.

"The tree across the street – I can see its leaves."

Dani that was lovely! I can remember so vividly walking out of the optometrist's office wearing my first pair of glasses and the world being instantly unfuzzed.