My Favorite Things: Hair Tinsel

Occasionally I intend to post things that I currently love. Top of mind (and head, ha) right now is hair tinsel! One of my friends got it last week, and I just had to copy her; I adore sparkly, shiny accessories, and luckily my day job allows me certain freedoms in terms of my ability to occasionally act like I'm sixteen. Since I have never dyed my hair and do not intend to start until the grey starts its inevitable assault, hair tinsel is an appealing option for adding some flare to my hair without damaging it.

Essentially, the tinsel is hair-width metallic fibers that a stylist ties to individual strands of hair near the roots. Once tied in place, the strands stay there until the hairs fall out. The tinsel can be shampooed, styled, blow-dried, etc., just like normal hair -- but I would swoon with ecstasy if my normal hair could ever turn to tinsel on command.

Ten strands of metallic purple tinsel later, and my long brunette hair suddenly has an edge to it that I adore. It's not over-the-top noticeable, but I love when the metallic strands catch the light. While it's not something I would do all the time, I'm pretty sure I will have to do it again for the RWA conference -- perhaps a color to match my Golden Heart Award Ceremony dress?

To see what hair tinsel looks like, check out this site; I got the tinsel put in at a salon in Silicon Valley. Enjoy, and comment if you decide to get tinsel!

Writing, comma, How Not to Succeed At

The best way, hands down, to not succeed at writing is to never make time to write. And unfortunately, that is the position that I find myself in this week. Despite my best intentions, I have not written since Sunday. Three days is really not such a long break, but I'm so excited to get back to working on Madeleine and Ferguson's story, and so a three- (or more likely, five-) day hiatus is frustrating.

Then again, given the state of the economy in general and my expensive tastes in particular, having a day job is a good thing, even if the day job is keeping me so occupied this week that I can't find time to write. Yes, I could make faster progress on the road to publication if I could devote sixty hours a week to it, but it's hard to slog down that road if you have scurvy because you can only afford to eat ramen. I suppose I could give up my Sephora habit -- but until they develop drugs to help ease the withdrawal pangs I would feel at never buying Nars eyeshadow or Shiseido lipstick again, I'm too hooked to drop it.

What about you? What silly expense are you unwilling to drop?

A Three-Day Weekend Awaits

I'm taking tomorrow off, and not a moment too soon -- while I did manage to work on the rewrites for MARRIAGE on Monday and Tuesday, I failed in my efforts yesterday and today. I can't let my progress stall; the Golden Heart nomination is a huge opportunity, but I'm not comfortable querying with what I have because I'm convinced that I need to rewrite a couple of chapters. Since my day-job boss is in town next week, my evenings are going to be booked up, and so progress this weekend is critical.

Meanwhile, I keep watching the video of Susan Boyle's performance of "I Dreamed a Dream" on "Britain's Got Talent." I'm a total sucker for underdogs, and her appearance and general demeanor made her the ultimate underdog; everyone in the audience was sure that this was going to be one of those cringe-worthy trainwrecks that happen in the early rounds of talent competitions. Instead, she performed "I Dreamed a Dream" so well that it's gotten over fifteen *million* views on YouTube in less than a week, and pushed the original Broadway recording of the song back onto the Top 40 charts. How incredible is that? If I never sell my books, perhaps I'll go on a variety show in twenty years and attempt to do a dramatized reading of one of my scenes, although I doubt that's the best way to break into publishing.

It's bedtime; tomorrow, I have to drop my car off to get serviced, and then I'm going to seek out a cafe and write the rest of the day. What are your plans for the weekend?

The Gift That Keeps On Giving

Either people think that books make excellent holiday gifts, or else I've trained my family well. For Christmas this year, I unwrapped the following books:

* The Bell at Sealey Head by Patricia McKillip
* The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman
* The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz (technically I didn't unwrap this -- it was in my stocking)
* Vicious Circle by Mike Carey
* The Gentleman's Daughter: Women's Lives in Georgian England by Amanda Vickrey
* Barefoot Contessa Back to Basics by Ina Garten
* Book of Soups by the Culinary Institute of America

Hmm. Cookbooks, fantasy, literature, and history -- it's no wonder that my brother indicated that I'm turning old and lame before my time. He had corroborating evidence in the form of my other gifts, since I got a heating pad, a teapot warmer, and several kitchen gadgets, all at my request.

But so what if I'm old -- hopefully I've done my small part to help the publishing industry this year. Between the seven books I received and the six books I gave this Christmas season, I feel rather proud about fulfilling my civic duty. Now I'm going to curl up under the covers, listen to the ice cracking outside my window, and start one of my new books. Merry Christmas!