On our very first date back in November of 2011, my husband and I took the train to NYC to see the play Seminar with Alan Rickman. We did other things like see sites, went to a bar and bought drinks for sailors because it was fleet week and fell in love. But after the love thing, the highlight was Alan Rickman. He was brilliant on stage. When he walked on stage, I felt like someone took my breath away. He was just as mesmerizing as he was in films but this time he was only about 30 feet away. I had the most ridiculous smile on my face.
After the show, we waited with the crowd with the rest of the fan girls and he walked out. I shoved up to the front so I could see him up close and get an autograph. When he got to me, I was speechless. I could only smile shyly and say thanks. I stepped away and then totally fangirled on my future husband.
I know I look like a crazy woman but I couldn't help myself! It was really him. I saw him! I heard his voice up close, soft and kind. And just got to take in his presence. I'll never forget that. And now that he has passed, it means even more that I got to see him.
Now when I see his films, it's sort of bittersweet. He is so missed in the acting world.
It's getting to be that time again and I am way behind as usual. We just finished Thanksgiving and now we are marching toward Christmas. I have no idea when I am going to get everything done. I am currently working on Death Hunter, the third book in my series, getting my career in real estate started(which is not easy after coming from being a nurse for 20 years), still allowing my surgical foot heal and trying to pack our house to move. Some how I have to fit Christmas in. I love the Christmas season, don't get me wrong. I love the lights and the smells and hearing how excited kids get about Santa. As I have gotten older, it's less about gifts for me. We buy for our daughter but not for each other. Pretty much it's Christmas all year for us adults. And we try and buy for a few families that are not able to provide Christmas for their family. Those are the gifts I enjoy buying the most because I know they will mean the most. Anyway, some how I will get all, or as close to all, of it done and all will end well. It has to. Christmas is the time for miracles!
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I wish that was how I did it. I often fantasize about what would happen if I won $150 million. Then I come back to the world of work and budgets. So since I can't "charge it" I have been working on my 3rd book in my series and doing ok. I'm just trying to get that first draft down and then I can cut and move and rewrite. To me the hardest thing is the first draft. Probably because I am a pantser. BIG TIME. My husband is a detailed outliner so when it comes time to write, he just goes through his note cards and voila! First draft. All I know about my books when I write are the characters, the opening and the end. That whole middle thing is what gets me.I mean I kinda have a rough idea of what will happen but that's it. My characters have no respect for the process and I can't tell you how many times I have ripped out LARGE sections of the manuscript with a indescribable sound from me. For this book I might have to start writing done plot lines and conflicts because sometimes I'll think of really awesome things and then my restless brain forgets it. So I'll have to become a semi-outliner. Which feels to me like trying to ride a unicycle: scary, uncomfortable and potentially dangerous. But the book needs it so I guess I'll climb up on that unicycle!