Aphrodisia Authors :: Blog

It’s going to be a long, long time before my next Aphrodisia title, BREATHLESS is on the shelves. Meanwhile I have this monthly responsibility to blog. What does this mean? I wonder. What can I say in between book releases?

Eventually I’ll get cover art to post, and a blurb and when I get really close to the release date I’ll likely post an advance review or two.

But for now, what the heck do I talk about? My obsession with America’s Got Talent? (Hear Piers buzz me and I wouldn’t blame him.)

When readers aren’t here to see what’s new…what do they want to hear about?

Our dreams? Our ambitions?

My friends and I go regularly for writing retreats. At the end of each retreat we discuss goals. As in attainable things we can effectively work toward. Things within our sphere of influence.

But I want to talk about dreams of the ambitious variety. According to my horoscope 2009 is going to be a great year for me. Lucky, lucky, lucky! Dreams coming true kind of lucky. (which seems to be when BREATHLESS will be out) So, I’ve been wondering what my dreams really entail.

Frankly, I work hard at staying on track with my attainable goals. Have notes taped to my pc, count words written per day…that kind of thing.

So to ponder my wildest dreams is a little weird. But here goes:

1) I’d like to have a project of mine auctioned. Yes, auctioned. You know, a number of editors panting so hard to buy it that they’re about to pee their pants.

2) A book optioned for a movie and actually produced. (My kid suggested the other day that it might be a made-for-tv movie and I thought: nope, if I’m dreaming then I dream big) In my secret heart, I *lust* to see the words: From a novel by Bonnie Edwards on a movie screen.

3) I want said movie to win an Oscar and I want to be there, in the audience. And I want to hold my husband’s hand and sob delicately against his tuxedo-clad shoulder. (suddenly broader than the real life version )

You’ve probably noticed that I skipped all the bestsellerdom stuff. But I figure it this way, if the book’s auctioned to the highest bidder, I’ll have tons of publisher support and make it to bestsellerdom, anyway. My hard work will have paid off.

I’m a realist, though, and I understand that the only way to achieve these wildest dreams is to set those smaller, attainable goals. So, yes, I write every day, add my word count to my list and regularly re-read my career plan as stated to my agent.

I just hope I’m not too old to walk in stilettoes when it’s time to strut that red carpet. And strut I will!