Some of you may remember a brown recycled cardboard box that sat on my table at the Books by the Bridge event in Sydney. It was an entry box to go into the draw to win the first ARC paperback I received of the follow-on story of ‘Ample Attraction’ called ‘Bellibone’. Though I re-named it ‘Lustful Lovers.’ Recall the box?
So without further or do…. I announce the winner on this YouTube clip. Be quick and check it out now as it may be you. The winner gets my first ARC paperback that hit Australian shores. Thank you to the 48 people that entered, and it was a pleasure to meet every one of you, but we can only have one winner. I apologise for my budgie making a racket in the background.
Enjoy it any way you can!
Grab a coffee, get under the covers and read my new novel ‘Lustful Lovers’. For those that have been waiting a long time, Er what are you waiting for? Stop procrastinating, you need to read for the follow-on of ‘Ample Attraction’. This 50,000 word novel starts where the last book finished. Find out what happens with Ryan and Andy. What about the Ducati Guy? Do you even remember what happened in the first book of The Breathtaking Series? Dust off the cobwebs, revisit The Great Barrier Reef with ‘Ample Attraction’ and follow reading with ‘Lustful Lovers’. I will set your Sexy Sunday with a Melissa Craig Aussie Book Fest. Download the digital version now. Just giving you the heads up that it’s not available on iTunes, Barnes and Noble or other online bookstores as Amazon have the rights for the next three months. Yes, I am giving Amazon Prime a go. Don’t get discouraged as the paperback will be available soon. If you would like to pre-order a signed paperback, leave me a comment on this post as we can get a shopping cart ready for you. As you can see, I received the proof copy this week, ekk… exciting. But I have to rework a few pixels first.
Have a great reading weekend.
Enjoy it any way you can!
Yes, it’s been that long. Why you may ask. Well, about that time last year I got stomach and back pain, just after my last book signing at ‘Books by the Bridge’ in Sydney, 2017. It started off as a little niggle and I didn’t think much of it, but then as the months increased it got that bad I had to see a doctor. Then it started… tests, scans, more tests, etc. By the time June came around I could hardly move, work for over two hours at a time. When I couldn’t hold three coat hangers with clothes on it, it was time to go back to the specialist and find out what was happening, I couldn’t function. They narrowed the outcome down… I had varicose veins on my uterus/ovaries and the only way was to get rid of them was to have a hysterectomy.
Conversion that went down:
“I am 41, I have my kids. I don’t want anymore. Yep lets do it.” I told the specialist.
“The thing is this isn’t a normal hysterectomy. You can’t have it laparoscopic. You have to have the old fashion way, which we only do as a last resort, it’s not done anymore and all the new doctors will watch your surgery as it’s rare. And it will leave you with a big scar.”
“Damn, there goes my bikini modeling career.” The doctor and I laughed at my joke. “Anything is better than not being in constant pain. How long is recovery?”
“By three months. you should be able to return to work three hours at a time.”
“Three months. Wow.”
“This is a major surgery Melissa. It isn’t a quick recovery I have five layers I have to cut through, skin, tissue, fat, abdominal muscle and more. I remove your insides, so your organs will move around and fill the gap inside you every time to stand. Lay down most of the time. It will look like a cesarean scar, but it’s not like the recovery of one. Most people will say you’re so lucky you won’t get periods every month. But I don’t recommend doing this hysterectomy at your age unless needed, it’s not nice. But yours is necessary.”
“Well three months of pain is better than pain for the rest of my life.” Sigh.
I have to say. It’s not nice, and I was sleeping for 18 hours a day for 6 weeks. I went back to work after three months…. and I think it was a little early. I work in fashion and was on my feet for every shift, tired was an understatement. So after six months I felt like me again. Writing wasn’t an option, sleep was. But the last six months have been better.
A year after my surgery I’ve got back into writing and finished the follow-on story of Ample Attraction. Thank gosh for that. Sorry that you’ve been waiting for years. It’s available for pre-order on Amazon and it’s called “Lustful Lovers.” It’s nice to finally get it out of my head and into words.
Enjoy it any way you can!
My housework awaits.
I work in the fashion industry and I have this beautiful Nonna that comes in about once a month and buys a dress off me. She is in her late 70’s and is the happiest person. She is an inspiration this lady. She has a colostomy bag and has for five years, yet she never lets it get her down. She still has her spunk, she has her own individual style for clothes, loves life and always puts a smile on my face. She walks in the door yesterday.
“My bella Melissa. You got any new dresses?” With her Italian accent. I didn’t as all the ones in store were short, not her style and she needs the length as it lifts at the front to cover her bag. She gives me the Italian kisses and cuddles me. “Still so beautiful.” She ran her hands over my hair. Makes me miss my own Nonna.
“No, Rosa I don’t have. Well I do, but you won’t like them.”
“Show me, show me.” I did, and they weren’t like the traditional dresses she likes to wear.
“I have more dresses coming in this week. I will call you when they arrive.”
“Sure, Sure.” Then she spotted something. She went to purchase it and was 70 cents short. She only ever uses cash. I couldn’t have the till out by even that little amount, I couldn’t discount it and I couldn’t bare to see the disappointment on her face. “Just wait, Rosa.” I dashed out the back she’s talking in Italian and I did not understand what she was saying. I grabbed 70cents out of my wallet and put it in her hands. You would have thought I gave her the world. Who was I to deny a Nonna a beautiful sparkly scarf? She gets up every day, puts effort into how she looks. In the two years I have known her I haven’t heard her whine about anything. She keeps going and always in high spirits.
“La mia bella, Melissa.” She cries.
“Don’t cry, you’ll make me cry.”
“I’ll give you a dollar next week.” she says.
“No, don’t worry about it.”
She embraces me in a cuddle again. It doesn’t take much to make a persons day. Not only did she get to enjoy something new, it worked in my favour, too. She boosted my mood seeing her smile. Don’t forget sometimes it is the littlest of actions that people remember. Be nice to someone today as it gives the brain a serotonin boost.
Enjoy it any way you can!
I thought it was time to throw my article published in the Born Organized Magazine out of the wood works again. Especially with Valentine’s Day as I found the VD cards full of crap that no one wants to hear or say. Never under-estimate the power of a kiss people. An amazing kiss can take you to another realm.
(January Column 2014) The Power and Passion of a Kiss!
With the school year approaching, mums are busier than normal. Just as Christmas winds down it starts all over again, however the only things on your mind are getting those supplies for school. Whether it be books, stationary, shoes, backpacks or uniforms your time is dedicated to the preparation of another year of education. We are stressed and sometimes the one thing that always gets forgotten is pampering you and your partner. And by all means I don’t mean going out and spending lots money on weekends away or going out for dinner. Gosh, going back to school and Christmas cost enough as it is, plus you don’t have time in your schedule. You’re busy thinking of a million things at once and time is a contributing factor, but a kiss or two a day doesn’t cost anything and doesn’t take long. A kiss will revolutionize your relationship.
The one thing I have found through studies is that kissing is the key to helping put things back on track. Kissing stimulates endorphins (testosterone when addressing it clinically) which is responsible for sex drive, it releases neurotransmitters associated with wellbeing and pleasure. That’s why I always include a lot of kissing in my books, as kissing and the feeling of euphoria helps stimulates the reader to connect with the characters mind, body and spirit. A simple thing you can adapt into your everyday world, especially now at one of the most stressful times of the year.
Twenty seconds a day is all it takes. Yes twenty seconds to help re-establish the excitement of sexual anticipation with your partner. A ten second kiss departing in the morning and a ten second on reunion, can positively influence your feelings for each other. Try it. A ten second kiss is a lot longer than you think and of course during that time you may as well open your mouth, allow your tongues to entwine and experience the warmth travel all the way down your inner core. For ten seconds, twice a day you can forget about all your school stress and focus on embracing one another, feeling each other’s strength and the love you share. It’s time to stop thinking, hurry up let’s get this done already with a quick peck. Take a moment to focus on one another and be lost in the moment of the kiss. Excite one another again with that magnetic pull, the passion of lips locking is power.
Everyone can manage twenty seconds a day, even for the busiest couples. A kiss or two a day will help bond a couple ever more deeply with each other. I know a kiss to me means more than anything, it ignites that flame, it makes you breathless, and it will end up lasting more than ten seconds that’s for sure. Pucker up and put that lipstick on. Don’t forget you are important and it’s not always about the kids. Pamper yourself with the passion of a kiss. Enjoy it any way you can! Mwah!
I did the groceries the other day wearing a simple blue jeans and white t-shirt with a cap. The whole time I got the weirdest of looks. I didn’t think my co-ordination of clothes were that bad. I know I wasn’t wearing makeup (maybe that was it) but it concerned me. I thought, Holly shit I can’t even go out without makeup. Do I look that bad? I don’t care about what people think about my dress sense as I’m confident within myself. But I was being self conscious.
If I was wearing heels, skirt and blouse I could understand the look as I get that from many women at book signings if their partner is with them. Plus, a few women in Cairns dress that way and I get.. “Love are you up from Sydney?”. But I wasn’t dressed up, or my hair straightened. I was wearing boyfriend type jeans and a white shirt, a cap and pony tail. It’s my go to outfit when I don’t want to think of what to wear or while writing. Maybe people were trying to work out if I was a lesbian or not. I don’t know.
It bothered me that a cap makes people look twice. I got men and women of all different ages giving me evil glares, or the total opposite with smiles of “how you doing” People were helpful when I dropped items from my trolley. Yet I turn the isle and walk pass a woman and I got the death look. People not like caps inside shopping centers? Am I being disrespectful? I know I got in trouble two weeks ago from my Dad as I sat down for lunch with my hat on and he made everyone wait until I took it off before we could eat. My bad. My kids loved it. I got in trouble with my Dad at my age.
I don’t know why I got good and bad looks. I’m not a nasty person. 😦 Hence the reason for a rant on my blog. I’m curious and today is the day I will try it out again. Plain and simple outfit, but with a little bit of makeup. People are funny creatures and damn my curiosity. Wish me luck.
Enjoy it any way you can!
I love Christmas and the festive season, but I am over the long work hours. (Blah at working everyday. I am more of a three days a week sort of girl.) Being face to face social, smiling and being happy with people that are rude, grumpy and whine about money is doing my head in. I can be a socialite. I love nothing better than wining and dining when I have time. But too much of it makes me want to hide and write, but no one understands that. Except my writing friends, who I haven’t had time for. (Love you guys if you are reading this.) Yep, I can be antisocial and I love it. Being home alone…(no pun intended with the movie and Christmas time) sounds perfect right about now.
How do I know I am over it? I took my poor baby Hugo (puppy) outside for his morning wee. Yay he is waking up at a more civilized time now, thank gosh. Anyway I took him out, he did his business. I called him to come and he didn’t. I went to pick him up, he ran away. He did it again. “Hugo, come!” He wanted to play and I got cranky at him. Hate time wasting with a passion. I paused and realized. Playing for ten minutes with your puppy isn’t a waste of time it’s down time. It gives me a chance to watch the sunrise, to hear the birds chirp and take a moment to relax before this crazy rat race of a week. Plus I didn’t get to do my normal muck around play time with him the night before and I was buying Christmas Presents. My fur baby wanted mummy time. Who can blame him right? *joke*
I published two short stories in the last week and I haven’t had time to promote them, Playful Distraction and Nothing Innocent . Which is a pain, as you put so much effort into getting them out there and if you don’t promote people don’t know about them. 😦 My short stories are self published and it takes a lot of time formatting for kindle and iBooks as they are different formats, plus it had been a while since I have done it. My mind was working overtime. Re-working the book covers was a… How do I change the pixel width again? It was a relief when completed, and yes I let my hair down afterwards for a whole weekend. Starting the minute Playful Distraction was available on Kindle. I finished work on the Friday night and headed to a mates house and enjoyed two bottles of wine. Erm a little queasy on the Saturday, but a good sweaty workout fixed that. I knew I should have been promoting, but Sunday was a perfect day for the reef; 2 knots. The gods wanted me to go, it was perfect weather so I did. Love driving the boat out to the Great Barrier Reef when it’s dead calm, not a boat could be seen. I got to swim with a shark or two and survived. Bonus. The 2.5m hammerhead shark made me look around constantly on shark duty while out there so much so it was only a half a day trip. But helped with scenes that need to be written in Bellibone.
Last weekend was great as I had my little reward for finishing the stories. But now I need to pull my finger out (Oi, stop going there) and get back into writing, as writing makes me happy. If only I could say no to the day job today, hide in the writing cave and lock the door so no one comes in. LOL. Dreams are free. Ekk, I start in an hour I better get dressed for work. Sigh.
It’s two days until Christmas and I haven’t even organized what I’m cooking. Normally I have the Xmas menu finished the week before hand. I have the Turkey at least. Ah! Gotta go. Thanks for the vent.
Merry Christmas and be safe.
Enjoy it any way you can!
Actually, you need it. Honestly, you do. Playful Distraction is my new short story involving the characters from The Pleasures Of The Professor Series. I know it’s not the novel you’ve been waiting for. But I felt I needed to get Rick and Logan out of my head so I could concentrate on Bellibone story.
Love the exclusive photo from Jimmy Thomas for the cover. Hello, who doesn’t like fingers travelling down ones hipbone? Erm focus Melissa. If you wish for me to sign your kindle edition *waggle eyebrows* Playful distraction is now on my authorgraph page. Why not send me a request to sign a book for FREE this Christmas?
A quick update on the book front.
I’ll be heading to Brisbane in the New year for two book signings with Boolarong Press and I would love to meet you.
What do you do if you’re given a Dymocks gift card for Xmas? Pop into the Carindale book store on Saturday the 7th January between 11am – 2pm and come and say hi. Dymocks, Westfield Carindale. Level 1 near the food court.
Romance isn’t the genre you read? How do you know if you don’t try it? You might be surprised. Don’t forget Valentines Day is around the corner, waggle eyebrows.
If the Saturday doesn’t suit you with all the Christmas sales and shoppers come and visit me at the beautiful New Farm Editions the day beforehand on Friday the 6th January, 2017 between 11-2pm. Not only can you pick up my book, but I am sure you will find something gorgeous for your house. Love the girls there. New Farm Editions, Merthyr Village Shopping Centre, 5/900 Brunswick St, New Farm QLD 4005.
Enjoy it any way you can!
Keep smiling people.
“Melissa I came off my bike. Got knocked out. I may need help,” said with ragged breath. This is one thing you never want to hear. Whether it be a son, daughter, friend, loved ones or a stranger. It’s an automatic stop everything moment, pull yourself together, help and freak out later. Mountain biking is a sport with so many more injuries than kite surfing, it does my head in sometimes. What makes it worse is that I suggested the ride. Guilt kicked in. If I said nothing, he wouldn’t be hurt now.
I was thankful he could talk. Conscious and coherent . No vomiting. Good. Can’t see any bones sticking out. Thank gosh. Eyes dilating evenly. Head should be good. Grazes everywhere, surface only. Ran hands over big lumps I could see. Possible breakages or bruised bones. Check out head. Please god let there be no blood. Relief. Check the ears for blood. Phew. He walks around. Then I see red, not just the blood. Dealing with a man that isn’t thinking straight from being knocked out, double my weight is like dealing with a toddler. “Can you stop walking around I need to check you out.” “No, need to keep moving. I’m good.” “No you aren’t. Do what you’re told and stand still, you’re limping. “Yeah my hip hurts.” “I can’t see shit, I have to take your shorts off and check it out.” “Okay.” “And your shirt, as your back is covered with dirt.” Here I was stripping him off. I needed to see if I could drive him to the hospital or call an ambulance. Bruised, grazed, a battered back and shoulder though that seemed okay. I still couldn’t diagnose anything with his hip as he had bib shorts on. I pulled them partially off and cringed at the damage.
“Is this what is takes for you to pull my pants down?” I felt like flicking the Lycra back on him to induce pain, but I rolled my eyes instead. In an instant my concern changed. “You’re fine. Though I’ll take you to the doctors to get checked out if you need.” Any man that’s able to flirt while injured is okay. Thankful as my heart kick started again, time will heal, no broken bones. Well, maybe will find out after x-rays. I think I aged a few years yesterday afternoon and a new recreational sport may be needed. Anyone want to buy a mountain bike? I am getting too old for this shit.
Make the most of everyday people. Life can change drastically at any moment.
Enjoy it any way you can! (within reason)
Melissa Craig. x
I arrived at work to find the shop window fit-out was halfway down. I looked at the two staff on and I pointed to it without a word.
“We’ve tried to fix it Melissa, but it doesn’t seem to go up or back down.”
I stared at the frames, lost in thought. Overwhelmed by a 6’10” man that came up next to me.
“Need a hand?”
“Yeah that would be great,” I said. I looked up at the older man before me and I wouldn’t say he was attractive, but I couldn’t stop looking him over. He didn’t need to get a ladder, he was that bloody tall he could stretch his arm out and almost touch the ceiling. The author in me kicked into overdrive and I was busy observing everything about the distance between him and the ceiling, the proportion of his leg to torso ratio. I can see why some people think I’m a space head as I look back at the situation. I didn’t say a word as he tried to pull it down for me. Busy looking at his hands, arms and features. I wondered how much he had to duck under a door frame. Was his kitchen bench higher than a normal one? You know normal author overdrive stuff. However, I noticed the shutter didn’t budge for him.
“Sorry, I wasn’t much help.”
“That’s okay. Thanks for trying.” I smiled.
He left and somehow I think I knew how to fix the shutter. I didn’t look at anyone. Focused on the ground as I walked out the back, grabbed the ladder without a word to anyone. I was in a zone. I needed to figure out what was wrong. Observation was the key. I kicked off the heels, got up the ladder and worked it out. The door was up within five minutes.
The girls glared at me shaking their heads. “I don’t understand how you know things sometimes.” I shrugged my shoulders, cleaned up the area and went out the back to grab a coffee before I started. “Melissa, you have someone here to see you?” I walked out and the same gentleman was back, with a drill in hand.
“You fixed it?” he said.
“Yeah, the arms of the shutter lock had released into the frame. The shutter springs still seem in working order at the moment.” I could see it was his turn to look me over with that same blank look on his face as I spoke. His silence was deafening, so I stopped talking about the lock mechanism and gear drive. “Aww, you brought a drill to help me fix it. Aren’t you sweet? I hope you didn’t go far to go get it.”
“No. I had one in the truck. Thought I would come back and help. But I’m not needed.” I looked over to a staff member behind him and noticed her swallow hard.
“Believe me, it was appreciated. You want a coffee? I boiled the jug.”
“No, I better get to my next job. I’m already late.”
“Okay, thanks again.” He left with a what the expression. “Did you girls ring up a maintenance man?” I asked.
“No,” One girl answered.
The other had to have her two cents worth. “He was one of the random guys that stop to help you. As they always do.”
“What?” I noticed the bitchy comment.
“We were there for hours trying to work it. No one bothered to stop and help us. You stand there all tall blonde, in your skirt and heels looking doughy for a minute and men come to your aid.”
“I wasn’t doughy, I was thinking how to fix it. It was just chance that someone was walking pass when I got here.”
“Melissa, it always happens to you. You don’t even realize you touch your hair, smile at your own thoughts while you think. Then somehow men approach you.”
“I didn’t ask for his help. I was just observing the situation and what caused the door to stop half way up.I don’t realize I do those things when I think. it’s not like I can see myself when I do it. Gee.”
“You end up spinning them out as you say something intelligent looking like the girl out of legally blonde and they end up leaving…” She paused and looked to the other staff member. “What’s another word for loss of words?”
“Incoherent,” I said.
“Yeah, that word. God, you piss me off Melissa.”
“Love you too grumpy arse.”
“Here I am looking for a man and they fall at your feet. You don’t even notice how men find you irresistible. You are oblivious to it. I thought he was quiet yummy.”
“Do you want me to go after him and get his number for you?” I said.
“No, because he didn’t even know I existed.”
This whole heated conversation started me thinking about how body language may have something to do with my so called “men find you irresistible comment” as it wasn’t the first time someone has said something like that. It’s true I did not understand why, but it does happens. I even had a woman put her breasts in my face on Melbourne Cup day as she wanted to sleep with me. Had no idea who she was. I hadn’t even spoken to her or even seen her on the table next to me. Until she came up and said “I want you to suck on these.” Erm was all I could say. All my friends gasped at this openness of this chick and after they got rid of her for me they said Melissa is she your lover or something? After I laughed my arse off and said I’ve never seen her before in my life. At least we had a good laugh. People have said before that they’re sure I have an invisible ink that people see with I write about sex on my forehead.
Being the curious person I am, I needed to look into this further as I don’t like people being pissed at me. I needed to find a way for my colleague to be noticed by men.
I found out through research of attraction I do, do things I don’t even realize. It’s the body language I express that make men or women comfortable enough to make a move. Fact from a University out of Missouri. The women that are approached often make over 35 body language gestures which means their body said something irresistible to them. In an hour an average looking women out could be approached by up to four men.
What are these gestures? Simple things like smiling, raising eyebrows (hard for girls having botox) short darting glances, arm flexes, hair flicks, touching hair, neck caresses, laughing and other displays. Monica Moore study found the beauty that sat doing nothing while out is unlikely to be approached at all no matter how beautiful she is. Only when a woman’s body language expresses these irresistible traits that men feel comfortable making a move.
I need to work on my colleague’s body language to get her noticed. I love a challenge. I can’t wait to see her in action. By the way if you want to be noticed, a woman in red increases her chances of being asked out. As ladies in red are perceived as more sexually receptive. I wonder if that’s why so many people hook up at Christmas parties… most women wear red. Interesting…Time to ponder.
Enjoy it any way you can! Mwah.
I swear it’s this time of year, especially as a parent. As a mum I call November crazy season as school is finishing, we have concerts, sports finals, Christmas parties, and family visit and at some stage I end up sick with a bug. Once a year I get sick and I didn’t notice how little things are warning signs. I am writing this blog in hope to help others spot the downhill slide and help you change it to an upward climb to being healthy.
Several factors come into play and I am an idiot for not realizing something was up before I craved coke a cola and a crumbed cheese and bacon sausage as a snack. Yep, smack me (my hand) as I caved and I never eat those things. Two days later I end up with a vomiting bug. No, it wasn’t because of food poisoning. I like to find out why things happen and I spent the morning researching why I ended up around the porcelain bowl so it doesn’t happen again. It was because several factors came into play.
Number 1: I skipped meals as I was too busy working and running around equals no time. (No, no)
Number 2: I’ve been working full time as a manager and not getting home until dark, trying to write any moment I could while ensuring my kids had home cooked meals and maintaining a household. I forgot a major thing. Vitamin D, I was lacking the suns rays. I needed some UV.
Number 3: I go to the gym or exercise three times a week and that stopped. Not only is my body showing with tuck-shop arms now from my lack of fitness. I lacked that blood-flowing and that re-energize feeling. We need exercise breaks to keep healthy.
Number 4: My sleep pattern changed and ate dinner at 8 or 8:30pm as I was home late. Then the normal everyday chores needed doing or writing before sleep. The pressure of finishing this book is mounding, so I didn’t go to bed at normal time and stayed up. I was having less than six hours sleep and out of my natural sleeping rhythm. (Tut, tut)
Number 5: I had stopped having my Arbonne caffeine-free herbal tea every morning, and I hadn’t for two weeks as I didn’t have time for it to steep before running out the door. (Make time, I know.) Dr. Oz stated that Studies show this floral-derived brew can ward off colds or, if you come down with one, ease your symptoms more quickly. Dr. Oz – How to Prevent Colds. Back on the herbal tea to build up my immunity again.
Yes my immunity was down, and I caught a bug. It wasn’t from not washing my hands as I am a freak with clean hands. My kids sneeze and they think I’m crazy when I freak out as they continue on with what they’re doing and I’m ordering them to stop and immediately wash their hands. No joke they roll their eyes at me when I get out the hand sanitizer before eating out in public. (All my Directing days of working in childcare and accreditation, Hand sanity.)
It was a simple thing that got me sick. I found out one of my colleagues came down with the bug that night after I worked all day with her and we always cuddle on departure. If my immunity wasn’t down I may have had a cramp or two instead. This time of year everyone tries to fit in extra hours at work to earn more money for Christmas before the long school summer break for the kids. But sometimes we have to remember our body is more important than anything and we need to fuel it. I now know why Zoe Bingley-Pullin always says Melissa put a slice of orange in the kids water bottles everyday. Preventing bugs with healthy living is the way to go. Don’t skip meals this holiday season.
I am off to go and soak some Vitamin D while drinking my herbal tea. Have a super Sunday.
Enjoy it any way you can!
You know when you read a story and you relate to a character? It means you’re mirror neurons are activated. These neurons help build the connection to a story by relating it with someone you recognize. Simple behavior of a character, an emotion portrayed, a visual feature or an action on the page you read activates your brain to go into overdrive. Happens to most of us and that’s why some people are stronger at backing one character over another… e.g. Team Edward or Team Jacob in Twilight. People read something and associate it to their own life. This also another reason people always say, ‘Oh, Melissa she sounds like you.’
Er… first I wrote it, so yeah you will associate me to the characters. Emotions I’ve had at some point will be in all of my stories. If a character says something I would in real life doesn’t mean the character is me. It means you associate as me and without a doubt you will say ‘Melissa you’re Jenna.’ I swear black and blue I am not, but you would never trust me as your mirror neurons fire up and the animal instinct kicked in, and you associate me with something you read or observed.
I’m writing this blog post as I find it interesting coming from being a book reader most of my life and having a strong passion towards certain characters and now while writing stories I still do the same. My brain gets scrambled while writing as my mirror neurons kick in. Even as the author I call to mind someone or something I’ve seen. It gets that bad that sometimes I stop writing and laugh my ass off as I write their name in the manuscript in place of the character.
‘Cool Melissa wrote me into a story.’ Well… I probably did, but you wouldn’t have a way of knowing unless the I told you. Anyway I am getting side tracked. My mirror neurons lean towards the things I like in people who help form the characters I write about. No it doesn’t mean that if you know me you’re ‘one’ certain character, it means if you do something I recall, you may be who I associate with a certain action, emotion, behavior of a character; male or female. Perfume, cologne, hair color, clothing, car, sounds made while chewing, or something silly.
My point in this post is that I can’t believe as I write I see people I experience before my eyes, even if he or she is the total opposite of the character formed. I suppose that’s what makes people connect to a story, a character. It mirrors someone they may roll in the hay with or talk with on a: daily basis. Thought I would share this information as we as authors feel the same as readers, well I do. Watch out people anything I come into contact with may end up in a story. Just saying.
Enjoy it any way you can!
Why not read The Unblemished Librarian and find out who you see. xx
About 2500 words into writing, after only an hour I stopped, grabbed a coffee which pulled me away from the computer and allowed my everyday mind to kick in… problem number 1. Don’t stop and get coffee. I thought where on earth is this chapter going to fit into the next book?
This was a new chapter that sprung up out of the blue. I am a panster, and panster writers don’t think about plotting and planning we don’t know what happens until it happens and I freaked out as in the everyday world I plan and plot everything. It’s hard when my everyday mind crosses over with my writing mind as they are total opposites.
This was my internal battle today.
Everyday mind: Am I wasting my valuable time on this chapter that may not fit in? I hate wasting time. I could catch up with a mate for coffee or do housework?
Writer mind: No it always works out. Stop being silly. Get your arse in the seat.
EM: I will go to the shops, clear the mind.
WM: Yes driving gets you back into the creative world.
The minute I drove I got carried away with the story which was a yay! Thank gosh. Which meant everyday mind was kicked to the corner… so was the corner for the shop. I had driven 20 kilometres before I realized erm where am I going? Problem number 2 – Creative mind takes over. I was driving to work on autopilot. I did a U-turn and finally made it to the shops to get basics. Milk and bread. Meanwhile, I stopped at the blocks of cheese and the story became clear. It wasn’t until a worker came up and said are you having trouble deciding on a cheese?
“Because you have been staring at this same spot for ten minutes.”
“Oh gosh, have I. No. I am good. Thank you for asking. Things on my mind is all.” I smiled and blushed embarrassed, it felt like ten seconds I swear.
Problem number 3… when a new chapter is strong don’t go in public as I act as an air-head. Head slap.
Enjoy it any way you can!
Melissa Craig. Mwah!
I haven’t had a sale on one of my books for a while and I thought it was time. From now until the end of the year I am making the digital version of The Unblemished Librarian 99cents. I know 40,000 words for less than a dollar. Am I crazy? Maybe. This is my favourite story and lots of tears were shed while writing it. Going from an Erotica to a spicy romance was out of my comfort zone, with the thanks of editor Dionne Lister I could publish this baby.
If you’ve read The Unblemished Librarian thank you and why not spread the love and gift it to a friend or family member? Christmas is around the corner.
Enjoy it any way you can!
I have heard everything. I am wondering if private schooling is the way to go for my kids. My blood is boiling over what sparked a yelling fest between my children first thing in the morning. I will be the first parent to put my hand up and say yep my kids fight. Siblings do… and if you say your kids don’t I call bullshit. With two teenagers in the house a boy and a girl… hormones are testosterone are flaring big time. That is another story.
My main reason for this post is that my high schooler was yelling at my youngest who is in year two about her uniform. I rolled my eyes thinking… isn’t it a beautiful peaceful morning, oh the serenity? I tried to give it around 20 seconds to let them work it out before adult intervention… but this time they weren’t letting up. The next minute the noise level went up an octave, I could hear their voices crackling and at a crying point for all three of them. My kids are a little like I was in school; always like to do the right thing, ad bide by the rules, never get into trouble, never get detention. A pleasure to teach is always on the report card. So when one of them might get a detention because they are breaking the rules they make sure it won’t happen. This went down.
Amber you can’t wear that uniform you have a button missing?
It’s just a button, she answered.
Yeah but if you have a button missing you get a detention. Go put another one on.
No this one is ironed and Mum would have to iron another.
So, that’s better than getting a detention for a button. You can’t get a detention. We’ve never had detention. Go change it! (The two of them yelling by this stage and I had to step in.)
Me: Are you saying you guys get a detention for a missing button on your uniform?
Yes we do and we don’t want Amber to get one, but she won’t listen.
WTH! Detention for a button? First up, that’s the most idiotic thing I have ever heard. Stupid private school being the fashion police. Yeah, a normal thing would be to mention to the child they noticed a button missing on the uniform and maybe ask mummy to sew on a button when you get home. But a detention is an overkill. What happened to getting detention for smoking on the oval, wagging school or swearing at a teacher? These are the bad things that were dealt a detention in my day. Parents are busy, kids dress themselves for school and I will be honest I don’t look at every garment I put into the washing machine otherwise I would be in the laundry longer than I already am. I have washing coming out of my ears with three kids.
Sorry getting side tracked. I let Amber wear the uniform as I didn’t have time to sew one on or iron another to the disgust of my older two; I didn’t send a note along to apologise that her uniform was out-of-order on purpose even though my older two couldn’t understand why I would get Amber in trouble. I wanted to see how this played out and I was in a don’t mess with me mood, the perfect time to deal with it. On the drive into school I gave them the talk if they give you a detention for a button EVER you tell me and I will get down to that school and give them my two cents worth. Amber if you get a detention today don’t you let the teachers make you feel bad, don’t cry. It’s not your fault they have nothing better to do than pick on kids for a button. Make sure you remember what teacher gave you the detention and not just mummy will go down to the school. I am sure Daddy would be agree with me on this. You wear that shirt, if a teacher mentions the button say, “Oh do I? Thanks for letting me know.” Smile and continue to play as if a button missing is nothing. The world won’t end because of it and lets see what they do. “Okay, I can do that,” she said. “You can. Mummy does it all the time. Never make a grumpy negative person bring you down sweetie, you are in control of how they make you feel. Have a good day. Smile.”
Bring it on I say. LOL. I’m thinking paying for private schooling is a waste of time and money. What has happened to common courtesy from people and mentioning a button missing and realising most parents work these days and things get missed. Putting fear into kids for a button and threatening a detention is wrong for something that is nothing, period. Encouraging good behaviour, positive interactions, always win out with kids not focusing on the negative. How on earth are children suppose to feel good about themselves if the teachers are focusing on what’s wrong with how they look? Oh! A kid is dishevelled as they don’t have a button, quick jump on it as someone might see them. Put them in the office as they are an embarrassment. Gee…Stop wasting time on petty things and refocus on teaching instead. Sigh.
Appreciate the little things in life and live every day as if it is a special occasion people I always say.
I noticed a lump on a cleaners face and said. “You should get that looked at as the it has increased massively since last week.” “Yeah I’m going to the docs today,” he replied. This was last Monday, a week ago. I saw him today and he looked horrible. “Did you get yours results from the bloods last week?” I asked very concerned as he looked very depressed. “Yep, it’s cancer.” “Shit!” Came out of my mouth and my heart dropped. Two weeks ago no lump could be seen on his face. “Shit is right.” We both fell quiet I touched his cheek. “Okay let’s get this thing out, when are you getting the biopsy?” “I haven’t heard from them on a date yet. Then I can have surgery and start chemo.” “When did they tell you it was cancer?” “Tuesday.”
I saw red… Six days had gone by, his emotions would have been in turmoil and he still had no direction with his life. If you have ever played this waiting game…what if I don’t see my kids have kids…it’s not fun. This guy isn’t my family member. Just a guy that I wave hello at and have a little chat sometimes as he cruises by picking up rubbish. Here I was about to tell a 65-year-old guy what to do. “You ring them now and say you want it tomorrow, and surgery asap.” “Melissa it doesn’t work like that.” By this stage my blood was boiling. “My arse it doesn’t. I will go to the doctors now and see them myself if I have too and don’t worry about the cost as I’ll make sure you get the money. I will go shop to shop and fundraise if it is needed.” “Melissa, I have money, you don’t need to do that.” “Then you insist they do the biopsy this week. You have a bloody golf ball on the side of your face. You need it out now! The sooner you know what stage the cancer is the better the outcome.”
I couldn’t help myself. “The stupid medical system… what do they think it’s okay to leave a growth on the side of your face?” I was getting involved no matter what. I stormed into the medical centre… I need to see doctor… please. I looked at him in the eye… “You get …. biopsy organised now, the sooner the lump is out the better, he’s already waited a week too long. I will stand here until you get it booked. I don’t care who you have to call. You get it organized or I will be calling the GEM of this practice and if I have to call my cousin who is a doctor of the oncology unit in Brisbane to get your arse moving I will!”
I had my rant and it worked. I don’t like confrontations, and I am still angry while writing this post, but cancer is serious. One shouldn’t have to wait that long for a biopsy to be booked, meanwhile his soul is dying inside. The doctor should have got on the phone and booked it the minute he saw the results…yes the biopsy is booked now, thank gosh. The moment I was out of sight of everyone I lost it, I cried for a few minutes, composed myself and thought No sometimes we have to be pushy to get things done. I hate being the growling mama bear, but if it’s the difference between life or death I will intervene . Every moment counts.
If you ever feel a lump and not sure what it is, please get it checked out. I truly couldn’t believe how much this thing had grown on his face in a week. I felt sick at the thought at how he was feeling. I hope I helped him sleep a little better tonight. I always believe knowing is better than the unknown.
Cuddle a loved one.
Now before you go thinking I met him or something… NO! I said I had a moment, and no not in a sexy imaginative somewhat way… hang on… now my mind wonders to his tallness and silver locks, cough. Anyway, back to why I’m doing a blog post. Nespresso! This was my moment, I can even hear the Nespresso music playing in my mind right now as I recall it.
Gathered around the Nespresso machine as one does before starting the day. I stand waiting for my turn and look for the pods… “Is that the last Nespresso pod?” I asked, paused and looked from the man before me to watch the last coffee drip into the glass. “Yep. What else?” he replied. I must have had a disappointed look. He pulled it from the tray and held it out. “You can have it.” I take it, smile and put it down on the bench before I laugh my arse off. “We just had a George Clooney moment.” I backhanded him on the shoulder (softly) “You’re George and I’m the beautiful thing that walks away with the coffee.” “Except you ain’t looking so beautiful today, Melissa. Did you even look in the mirror?” “Oh my god, how rude. I would give you half of this espresso, but stuff you it’s mine.” I hide it from him. “Nah, you can have a sip. A short nip.” Pissing ourselves laughing. I can’t be mean.
He walks away empty-handed while I lean on the bench sipping the rest of my short black before poking out my tongue. Yes, I am very mature…. “And you aren’t George, he’s incomparable.” He looked back at me, I finished the last drop, licked my lips and waggled my eyebrows. He he I am such a stirrer. “Mm-mm.”
One day I may have a nice Nespresso moment with a tall guy with silver locks. Have a fantastic Friday.
Enjoy it any way you can!
As you all know, I love to watch people and habits. The thing that sticks out a lot is the huge difference between a girl and a woman. And I am not talking about the obvious tight skin, looking younger, and the short skirts… or the amount of times they use the word like. I’m referring to the approval needed from the people that surround them.
I’ll probably get flak from twenty-year-olds about this… but it’s true and these are things I’ve noticed when I’ve been in restaurants, out at pubs, doing groceries, at the gym. I write about twenty-year-olds so I find in fascinating at the mannerisms. Yes, I know not everyone is the same, and that it may sound like I am generalizing. But I don’t think I am. No, I haven’t documented every meet I have with a girl or a woman to back up what I’m saying, so don’t shoot the messenger.
Let’s start at the gym. A girl goes to the gym with the on trend gym outfit, her hair perfect and makeup like she was ready to go out for the night strutting herself through the gym procrastinating just so she gets looks from every person in the gym. (Girls like attention from whoever) While a woman will rock in hair wispy, thrown up in a rough bun, no make-up, mismatching outfit and half the time with a water bottle, towel without a brand name on as she’s had for years… women are set for comfort, they don’t talk to anyone excepts for a quick smile as they appreciate everyone is busy and time is limited. If they are at the gym it means workout time. They aren’t there to socialize; they aren’t there to impress. They don’t worrying about what the gym people think of them. A woman only cares about what their partner thinks… everyone else it doesn’t matter.
Some could say that girls don’t have to work out as much as a woman… I call bullshit. I see plenty of girls who have more cellulite than I do. Just because they are young and eat little doesn’t mean you don’t have to work out. Respect your body girls. Everyone should eat well and exercise.
It’s when a group of girls are in a social situation you notice a big difference. Normally one of them throws a tantrum of some sort and storms out and after two other girls chase her down and bring her back so they can order food. Girls will pick at the food (a salad), not allowing time for their taste buds to explode. They drink water or low calorie drinks and watch what everyone else is eating and if one stops eating they all stop. Food goes back half eaten. The thought of dessert is not even contemplated as eating that so called dessert is bad for you… It’s not bad btw… dessert is the mouth-watering part.
While a group of women at a table will eat as they wish, order two bottles of wines have nibbles, a main and a dessert. Maybe it’s because we appreciate someone else cooking the food and cleaning up (women are domestic), maybe it’s because we earn more than a Uni student… or maybe ones social position has nothing to do with it. It’s that women and happy within themselves and their body. They realize life is short and eating what we want is okay. If we want a steak or a pie we eat it. As long as it tastes good I say. Women don’t worry if our friends approve of what we are eating, girls do. Who cares girls? What if someone saw you… what will happen? It’s not the end of the world. What if someone posts a pick of you eating a pie will social media will melt down? Not everything is a drama; if you put on 200g it’s not drastic… a girl uses her physical beauty as a currency and basis of value. Women don’t worry until we realize our jeans aren’t fitting anymore and think… okay maybe I should cut down from a glass every night to every second night. We all need a balance and if we have a huge meal the next day we should do a workout to make up for it.
A girl at work said this the other day as I was eating a Mars Bar and it made me think of this blog post. Girls and women are totally different.
G:Didn’t you do a big workout this morning? Me:Yep. G:So why are you eating a Mars Bar then? M:Because I wanted a soft nougat with a creamy caramel covered in a thick milk chocolate. (I said in sexy voice, yes woman can be girlish) G:I am serious Melissa. Why are you eating chocolate? M:Because I want it. G:You can’t. M:Why can’t I? G:You’ll get fat. M:From one Mars Bar? G:Yes M:So be it, more to life than ones physical beauty missy. Taste is something you’ll appreciate as you get older. G:Hey, I am older. I turned 21 the other day. And physical beauty gets you a man. You should have seen everyone staring at my outfit at my party. So many compliments, but I got rid of the guy I was dating as I found one that ticks all the boxes on my checklist of a dream guy, plus he earns more, better looking. M:Money isn’t everything. G:Yes it is. M:No it’s not and looks aren’t anything to go by in the bedroom either. G:Who cares about the bedroom? As long as he looks good on my arm I say. M: That will change. (I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and tried to re-direct the conversation) Did you help your mum cook to get ready for the party? No, I don’t cook or clean. Mums are supposed to do that. At this point I was aggravated with the immature mindset and continued biting my Mars Bar and she hit it out of my mouth.
G:No Mars Bars!
We went back to work then I returned from lunch with a pie and coke and she threw a tantrum. LMAO. Boys attract girls and men attract women. Can you spot the difference?
Enjoy it any way you can!
No, I’m not referring to the welcomed way they’re shimmied down by your lover. I am talking about that moment you’re walking along, sexy as hell as you’re wearing lace lingerie, hosiery, stilettos and then your world comes crashing down as the adhesive coating under the lace stockings loosens around your thigh and next moment you’re rushing to the ladies to rip them off and throw them in the bin…. Goodbye $25.
Other than you lost all that money on the first wear and you also wished they were coming off at the end of the date not at the start (I always keep a spare in my bag in-case) especially when you’ve planned to place that gorgeous stiletto on a chair and tease your partner with black stay ups stockings…;) … your fantasy is crushed, but spending extra cash on another pair just in case isn’t always a choice. It’s embarrassing when it happens and yes it happens a lot ladies as wearing suspender belts aren’t always an option when wearing a tight-fitting skirt.
Nothing is worse than going out on a date and having to walk with a limp as you’re trying to hold up your stocking… awkward. So I started my investigation… not that I am saying it has happened. Cough… Okay it has.
At first I thought it was because of the cold weather, or maybe it was only a certain brand… I set off on a means to an end. I found Ambra brand stay up a longer than others… as I was paying over $30, but Ambra are around $15 a pair. Yep, I tried cheap ones, and they stayed up just as well… but they weren’t as sexy or feel the same for the hand gliding up them… depends on the denier you like.
But feeling them isn’t what this post is about. It’s about the ways of keeping them up and why they may fall down. I like to get at least two wears out of a pair especially if they’re over $20 as long as I don’t get a run from… anyway to keep them staying up and intact is by making sure you wash the adhesive with the warm water to rid any dirt, sweat, oils etc. after every wear. Sometimes I add a small amount and I mean a small amount of talc powder between the adhesive and the thigh in hot weather. Another big reason my stocking fell down is because I always moisturize after a shower and it’s a no, no to apply perfume or cream from the knee to the upper inner thigh… not a good thing for a moisturizer freak like myself. I love the effects of a pheromone scent and this doesn’t mean you can’t moisturize… it means you shouldn’t apply it to the area that the lace is.
It’s not a wardrobe malfunction it’s all in the planning. Make sure you prepare adequately and fingers crossed you don’t have a stockings melt down soon. Now I better go and get some more hosiery.
Enjoy it any way you can.
Melissa Craig. xx
You know what I’m talking about…
Christmas is a hard time of year with bills coming in constantly and trying to think of something that will wow the person that means most to you is impossible without a big price tag. However, I tell people don’t forget the best Christmas present you can give your partner doesn’t have to be expensive as it can be a simple naughty or nice treat in the bedroom, shower or even at the dinning room table. Stop raising your eyebrows at me…sharing a sexy snack with a scarf over ones eyes as you kiss and slowly feed them sweet treats is nice. If you’re feeling a bit on the naughty side why not titillate your taste buds as well and sip some cold champagne before unbuttoning the shirt and running your own tongue over his/her nipples. Apparently the icy-coldness restricts capillaries, heightening senses which may lead to other sinful sensations. *waggle eyebrows*
Now that you have paused, looked up and to the right … You’ve constructed a picture of your own sexy in-the-sack wish list I don’t need to give you any more ideas, but if you’re thinking about restocking the ice container read the paragraph above again! *cough* Focus…
Some of you may not be confident enough to be naughty and that’s okay, being a good girl can be just as over powering, passionate and playful. I do have a few helpful hints from Victoria’s Secret photographer Russell James that may help set the sexy mood this festive season…
* Good lighting… use mid-level lights as overhead lighting is harsh and unflattering. Use the dimmer or softer lighting makes it more dreamy.
* Wax or wick lightning is most flattering even battery operated candle-type lights can be amazing as warm, flickering tones will make your skin look airbrushed.
* Use frosted bulbs that appear opaque as they project white light in a soft, halo-like way as lightbulbs matter just as much as light positioning.
So what are you waiting for? Get thinking, put on some Xmas red lingerie or the set that you feel most sexy in. Grab some tinsel, ribbon, body wash, whipped cream, candles… lure him or her with your lips and enjoy being emotionally intimate and feeling connected. Don’t forget to turn the mobiles off.
Merry Christmas… now you can fill up the ice-cube tray.
Enjoy it any way you can!
Brisbane I’ll be there soon.
Circle, highlight or add the event to your google calendar. Quick do it now… the 4th and 5th of September, 2015.
Friday the 4th September, 2015 I will be at:
Angus & Robertson Post Office Square (12-2pm)
Shop 1 Post office Square Shopping Centre,
270 Queen St, Brisbane QLD 4000
Phone: 07 3220 2271
Then on Saturday the 5th September, 2015 I will be at:
Dymocks Carindale (11-2pm)
Westfield Shopping Centre Carindale,
Shop 2008, Level 1, 1151 Creek Rd, Carindale QLD 4152
Phone:(07) 3843 1143
Drop in and pick up my newly published book by Boolarong Press.
Enjoy it any way you can!
No matter what I do I’m always judged from society and I am over it. People really need to stop thinking because a person looks a certain way they must have no brain or has had an easy life. Yes I am pissed. I don’t normally do negative posts, as I always try to look at the positive in everything, but oh my god a girl can only take so much.
I’m not only talking about because of the genre I write ( that’s another story), but every day I normally get some sort of comment about my weight or body shape…”Well what do you know about fat, look at you Miss Perfect.” I bite my tongue every bloody time and feel like saying don’t judge a book by the cover. For starters everyone can look good no matter what size or shape we are, you just need to dress to your body shape and own it. Be proud of your body. Don’t judge me just because I like to get dressed up and take pride in my appearance. It makes me feel good and so what if I don’t want to look like a mum in track pants. Yes I am a mum, but that doesn’t mean I should stop being my own person.
I actually went to drop my kids to school in track pants the other day and my son looked at me and said. “Mum you do know you’re walking us into school today?”
“Yes, what’s wrong with these, they are designer clothes.”
“Yes, they look good, but…” I butted in “… Other mums wear these into school.”
“Yes, but you need to be you.”
I came back in another outfit, jeans of course and boots. He smiled at me and said “see don’t you feel better now.” I gave him a cuddle and said you are so a ladies man, my little man.
Anyway I am getting off track, my point is that if a ten-year old can see that people don’t need to conform into society why do we still judge?
Sometimes I do bite back normally when someone comments about kids… “you don’t know what it’s like to have a big tummy, especially after kids.” I normally say I have three children. The next comment I get is “well you must have been one of those lucky ones that didn’t put on weight.” “No, actually I put on 30 kilos for each pregnancy.”
So I get judged because I was determined to get back into my pre-pregnancy clothes. Talk about kicked in the gut for trying to be healthy and gosh I have to gym it if I want to maintain it. Stop pulling other people down to make yourself feel better. How about looking in the positive of every person instead.
Everyone has had a hard life in some way, don’t judge when you think they are perfect… I have to take care of my body if I want to be around and see my kids grow up. This is why…
I never used to be a size 8 as I grew up, I fluctuated between a size 12 and 14. I know all about how hard it was to buy clothes and not look in the mirror or sigh at the skinny pretty girls. I know why I was big, it was because I LOVED food and still do. However, I used to eat a lot of pasta, bread and it didn’t help the fact that I loved cooking and wanted to be a pastry chef. Sweets were my thing and I would make something yummy everyday and devour it and continue to cook until I got the recipe right. I noticed my pattern and decided against being a chef, but what really changed me was the fact that I got really sick. I don’t mean just a flu or cold I started having episodes of blacking out. The doctors didn’t know what was wrong with me at first. Then one day after dinner at mums at the age of 21 I fell to the floor and didn’t move for three months. I was paralysed and I couldn’t even move a finger and oh god did I try. I never gave up. I knew everything that was going on around me, I heard everyone cry, I could see the pain it was causing, but yet I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t respond to them. Three whole months.
All I could do was blink my eyes. I had to be bathed, dressed, fed. I was bed ridden. We didn’t know what was wrong with me, and of course I dropped weight dramatically and was down to 40 kgs (I started out as 68). Then finally we had a break through and found out why my body went into shut down, I had an overload of wheat… I was a coeliac. I would say it took about a year to get back enough energy to work for a full week weighing only 48kgs, but not from lack of eating, I practically only ate meat and vegetables, back then we didn’t have the gluten-free products like we have today.
I am the size I am not because I am dieting it’s because I can’t go and eat a donut, or a cream bun if I feel like it. I have to be strong-willed and remember what it was like telling my finger to move and it wouldn’t, couldn’t. I won’t say I don’t scoff an apple turn over now and then, because I do. I want to remember texture on my mouth. The taste of pastry. Oh gosh it is so hard to say no to fresh bread. But the day after I have it I hate the tired feeling, the exhaustion, so I try not to do it.
I am this way for my health, please don’t judge a book by the cover.
Especially if you knew me at school. I was the nerdy girl who got straight A’s with glasses and pimples. I never had perfect skin, I was one of those girls that had red raised /purple pimple areas all over my face. I had problems from 14 years of age and I did until about 6 years ago when I had enough of looking at my hideous self in the mirror. After three years of horrible side effects from tablets it was worth it. Though I still can’t take a compliment about my looks as I only see the girl I was. Everyone hates something about themselves, just remember that next time you make a sarcastic comment.
Enjoy life any way you can and embrace your beauty.
P.S. Btw not every woman who has blond hair is a bimbo. People need to stop with the stereo typing. I can be light-headed at times, but I do have a brain and prefer intellectual conversations, even if my friends call me legally blonde sometimes.