Space Bound-Eminem

Hey again everyone!
Okay, this is basically a ramble but I wanted to share. LOL
Anyway, this is a song called Space Bound by Eminem on his album, Recovery. It's basically about this guy who is head over heels in love with his girlfriend but she's just stringing him along, cheating on him. In the end, he completely loses it. Very sad, really. Here's a clip of the video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JByDbPn6A1o&ob=av3e

What caught me about this video is the fact that women (most, really) complain that men are dogs and when a good guy comes along, some woman breaks his heart and ruins him for someone else who is genuinely interested.

It just seems ironic to me. We complain that there are no good men left, find a good one, then convert him to just another dog by breaking his heart. So, that makes me wonder, are we the ones creating the "dogs"? I know logically that there are some really bad, womanising assholes running around hurting good women but there seems to be a high number of woman doing the same thing to good men. Have women become so jaded that we now act like the female equivalent of a dog?

I always had the philosophy  that if you're no longer interested in someone, it would be way kinder to break it off with them before moving on to the next best thing, man or woman. I would prefer that to being cheated on. You know, do onto others as you would like them to do onto you...

I was fortunate to find a good guy early on in my life and I have never suffered any real heartbreak in the romance department but I always hear all these stories about guys who go dumped or cheated on for whatever reason and it scares me becuase I have a son and I don't want in to grow up in a world where woman are bitter and men are resentful.

So, women please take care of the good guys!
Let me know what you think...

Editing, Editing, Editing!!!

So, it's 11:53 P.M. That's right, P.M. And I'm up. Doing what? Editing, of course. Will probably be at it for a few hours.

My first book, Neil's Fire(that's the name for now, might change it later) is done except for this editing part. And it's a bitch.

Every time I revise, I end up adding something or removing something or rearranging something. *Sigh*

But for everything I add, remove or rearrange, the plot fills richer, fuller. And that makes me feel good. Really good. Like the author I wanna be-I am.

Who's Nacomy?

Anyone who knows me will tell you I have a hard time describing me. For some unknown reason, I hit a big, reinforced wall when the question pops up. Figuratively, of course. But I'll give it my best shot.

I always loved to write but I never thought of being a writer until my son was born.I didn't want to miss a thing in his development which meant being a stay-at-home mom and while I loved being with my son, not earning an income just didn't sit right with me. So I started racking my brain for ideas for stay-at home work. I'm not particularly gifted at anything, so opening a small business I enjoyed was out of the question.

I became a lil' depressed and started keeping a journal of my thoughts and feelings and the idea hit me right between the eyes. I loved writing and reading romance novels. I had all these scenes floating through my head-it's how I get to sleep at night- so I decided to try my hand at writing. And that's how I started down this road.

I like to make lists so here are a few more tidbits about me...
Ummm....

1) I'm in love with a geek. When he starts sprouting words that may as well be Greek to me, I can't help but get all hot and bothered. Brains are sooooo sexy.
2) I am the mother of a beautiful baby boy who has the cutest natural Mohawk.
3) I am not limited to one sweet tooth.I have 32.
4) I love music. Whenever I'm stressed, I just turn up the volume and let the rhythm take me away.
5)Love, Love, Love a good steamy romance novel, especially on a rainy day. I just wanna to curl up under the covers with a chocolate bar. *Sigh* The paranormal genre is my favorite. All those sexy shape shifters, abs up to their eyeballs... Yummy!!
6) I always cry at the end of Titanic, no matter how many times I watch it. "Jack,Jack! Wake up Jack!!" *Sob, sob*
7) I am not the "girliest" of woman. I only own one dress-love me a pair or jeans-which I wore to a wedding and have only worn make-up once in my life. Needless to say, I was very uncomfortable that day. I much rather my own skin. Not that I'm against being "girly" and wearing make-up, mind you. To each his own, I suppose.
8) I'm a Virgo.
9) I live on a small island in the Caribbean, St. Lucia. It's so beautiful, bright and sunny. Wouldn't want to live anywhere else.
10) I afraid of all insects-well, not all but most. I scream my head off and jump onto the nearest piece of furniture and call my sexy geek to get rid of it. He usually rolls his eyes at me but that's okay as long as he gets rid of the tiny critters. *Shudder*

Well, that's me in short. Good ol' island girl with a fear of tiny bugs.

Why are we here?

Tonight I was watching an episode of “Everybody Loves Raymond” and Raymond’ s daughter, Ally asked him to explain the meaning of life to her.  And he freaked. And his wife freaked. And his brother and parents freaked.  They even called the local priest! And that’s the way most people react when they have that question posed to them.

But something really struck me. At some point in all the freaking, someone (can’t remember who) said that maybe God does not want us to know the meaning of life but wants us to look for the answer anyway (or something to that effect, cant remember the exact wording). You think so?

Personally, I think we are all too caught up in trying to answer that question instead of living. If we were meant to know what life is all about, we would enter this world with an instruction manual and life would be easy-peasy. No? But where is the fun in that, huh?

And why would you want to know anyway? Wouldn’t knowing take away the mystery of a new day? Wouldn’t it take away the wonder of learning something new, trying something different? Wouldn’t it make us stop trying to be the best we can be?

I think if we knew the answer, we would stop appreciating the little things that matter. We would all lose our personal sense of purpose. We would…just stop. After all everything would have  already come in a neat, bow-covered package. What would be left for us to do?

Anyway…

I’m not trying to go too deep here. The question just popped up. Let me know what you think.

Welcome

Hi all!!!

In this vast space called the internet I'm fairly sure no one knows who I am (for now) so I'll introduce myself. I'm Nacomy Blue (Hey, I know it's a little unusual but I swear it's my real name--the first one at least. Blue is my favorite color-- today anyway. It changes depending on my mood. LOL)

I am an aspiring Romantica writer and I would like to share my journey with you, the ups and downs. Hopefully, there are more ups than downs. I'll be sure to keep you posted on how it goes. I'll be done with my first book in a few weeks and then I hope to be a published author (fingers crossed, tightly).

I'm really excited about this, suffering from a mid-life crisis before the age of twenty, I think I've finally found my niche. I've always loved a good romance with a lil' edge and some good, hard loving--who doesn't, right? With so many steamy stories swimming around in my head, I decided to put them on paper--well, on the word processor (for some reason, writing on paper stops my creative process)-- and share them with the world. And the world had better like them or else... Kidding... Maybe...

Anyway...

I've been trying my hand at blogging for about six months now and kept running into "blogger's block"--Blogging For Dummies didn't work for me-- and finally decided to just blog about me--endless material there, right? I mean, who knows me better that...well, me?

So this is me.  Hope you like it and if you don't, that's okay too.

Questions and comments are always welcomed.