September in The Lair!

The GR really has something to crow about in September!

Yes, its another fun filled month of Banditas, awesome guests and prizes!

September 2 Join us for another rowdy launch party when we celebrate the release of Christine Wells, "The Dangerous Duke." Will Lady Kate and Lyle visit the lair? Who knows but you don't want to miss it if they do!

September 3 Suzanne Welsh welcomes multi-nominated RITA H/S author Barb Dunlap

September 4 Grab a cabana boy and get ready for another launch party when Tawny Weber and Beth Andrews celebrate the release of Tawny's newest Blaze, "Risque Business." How risque will it get? Join us and find out!

September 5 Loucinda McGary hosts her Casablanca/Sourcebook sister Marie Force as they talk about her latest release "Line of Scrimmage."

September 7 RITA award winning HQN author Kristan Higgins joins the Banditas to talk about writing, life and how to be "Just One of the Guys." Don't miss this interview with Joan Kayse.

September 16 Lisa Gardner joins Jeanne Adams to talk about her July 2008 release "Say Goodbye". It's Lisa Gardner! Enough said!

September 20 Beth Andrews welcomes YA author Terri Clark who will talk about dreams and her upcoming release, "Sleepless."

NEW THIS MONTH!

Enter to win the fabulous "Live Dangerously" prize pack from our own Banditas, Jeanne, Christine and Tawny! Just check out the contest details on one of the following websites!

http://www.jeanneadams.com/

http://www.christine-wells.com/win-contests.html

http://www.tawnyweber.com/mailinglist


Nancy Northcott is having a contest to celebrate the launch of her newsletter. Go to http://www.nancynorthcott.com/ for all the details.

Beth Andrews has a lot to celebrate too with the kids back in school and her wonderful critique partner Tawny Weber's sexy new BLAZE "Risque Business" release.

Sign up for Beth's newsletter at http://www.bethandrews.net/ and one lucky subscriber will win signed copies of Tawny's "Risque Business" and "Does She Dare?"

BONUS!

Anna Campbell has a question and if you have an answer you might win an Advanced Readers Copy of her January 09 release "Tempt the Devil". Enter now at http://www.annacampbell.info/contest.html .Source URL: http://idontwanttobeanythingotherthanme.blogspot.com/2008/08/
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I just finished reading the New York Times magazine article and my God, does this dope fiend, drug addicted post addict sound like me. My life has taken a strange trajectory over the years, from a long arch upwards, reaching the starry heights, its apogee and then sailing down, falling like a meteor into the atmosphere.



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I didn't marry the Brown World, it somehow attached to me. I didn't know that I was putting everything on the line when I began my long and arduous journey through the forest of alcoholism, I just did it. I just went ahead and fell in love with a brutal lover. This coke smoking, heroin shooting addict did the same, but he brings out some interesting similarities in his conclusion.

"Even with the trope of reporting, my addiction narrative arrives at some very common lessons. To much of a bad thing is bad. If you don't sleep and eat but drink and drug instead, you will lose jobs, spouses and dignity.... Once I stopped doing narcotics and alcohol, I landed good jobs, remarried, had a baby, and of course, learned to love myself."

That's a lot to lose and an unclear path to lose it in.

"Junkies and drunks frequently end up putting a megaphone to their own pratfalls in the form of memoir because they need to believe that all of the time they spent with their lips wrapped around glass, whether it was a bottle of vodka or a crack pipe, actually meant something. That impulse suggests that I don't regret the past - it brought me here to this nice, happy place - but I'd also like to squeeze something more from it. And so I have."

Form of memoir, huh? My past has brought me here to this happy place also. But the forest is in fact thinning for me. I can feel it. I no longer drink every single day. I no longer carry bottles of hooch wherever I go. I no longer need to be drunk twenty four seven. My brain longs for a break from the Brown World. I love going in after a long absence, but I don't need to stay in it.

I've paid the price of admission, and have been through the roller coaster ride. Now it's over and it's time for me to move on. I'm not perfect after this, and my life will not be the same, just different. Possibly different and alien to most, but who said that we have to live the same exact lives to be normal? I know I should want what everyone else wants of me, but what if I don't? What if I want in total, that which I desire? Does that make me bad? Different? Wrong?

I'll never say goodbye completely to the Brown World. But I'll not live in it any longer either. As I told a close friend, this is my time for redemption. I've already been through the long and painful period of atonement. I feel sorry about my past now. I feel sorry about those that I caused pain to. I feel sorry for being the misbegotten bastard that I was. I'm sorry. But there comes a point where sorry just doesn't cut it. It does not heal the wounds that you've inflicted on others. And be that as it may, then that's all I can give. What doesn't work now can't be made to work. All I can do for them now is move on.

And I've done that. I've forged new friendships, new love interests, new desires and goals. I've come through the fires of my own making, the fierce hurt that homelessness is, that privation is, that penniless is. I've done all that. And honestly, I am made better, more humble for the experience. I don't have scars, I have welts, which will heal in time and what will be left will be the new metal out of the furnace. The dross skimmed off leaving the pure metal, the pure soul, which will be left to cool and harden.

The hot steam is still rising off my form and I am ready. The course now is that of buying back that which was lost, but I play no fool to life. These things don't come along overnight. There will not be some sudden change, but rather a slow metamorphosis. An achingly slow period where I will feel and follow different courses and avenues.

Honestly, I am a changed man from the one before. My new friends in my new world can't tell, some of my old friends of the past probably won't even speak to me. Only a few can point to things that are radically different in me, maybe they can't even. Maybe all of this change is internal, leaving no massive outward change, such as wings spouting from my back, or a tortoise shell covering over me. Maybe all of my changes are indeed inside. Lord knows I don't have the outward wife/home/job/things that I once had. Maybe its so internal, like my organs have moving considerably. My brain moving to my ass. My liver into my skull, my heart down to my groin. That would be radical and yet not noticeable by anyone other than me. What about that?

Change is constant.

We are all growing and evolving as time brings us all to an eventual end. That's the finish of all of this experiment isn't it. We are just a kiddie chemistry set, with father time being the one causing tiny chemical reaction after chemical reaction until all of the resources are used up. Then we are wrapped up and put away, forever untouched in an attic somewhere, finished. Burried.

Ooops. I'm getting morbid again. I guess in the face of a death I'm taking stock in my life.

I just want to live this one the best that I can.

I think I am.

Hobobob





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