Saturday, April 16, 2011
Sin's Fantasy Sunday (Part Three)
First Edition. Third Volume.
So we've done toys and vacations. Fantasy Land is a great place to imagine your busy life is being managed quite well. You're never stressed out. You move from one thing to the next almost effortlessly. There is a reason behind this- assistants.
We've all seen the movies where the successful person has someone who is tailing behind them managing their life. I don't need an ego booster (GPS calls me the Ego Crusher 5000 and swears I shouldn't be anyone's personal assistant unless I want them to jump in a pothole and concrete themselves in to get away from me.) I don't need some to micromanage me. However, I need someone to help me. I'm not a machine. I can't add additional memory into my brain like an external hard drive can help you when you're about to crash. My phone can only hold and do so much. I need a faithful, trustworthy assistant to trail behind me and gently remind me that today is the day I have to go to the gyno. (What? Even famous people have to go. It's not like once you become famous your DR looks at you and says, “Yup, you're famous now. I'm done with this.”)
TMI. But it's true. I need help. Even now. My life in my Fantasy Best Seller life is hectic. I have two series that are Best Sellers. I have an image to maintain since I'm two different people in the same writer body. I've been to some Best Seller book signings. I've seen the people working behind the scenes. The people who go up to the Best Selling author and whisper in their ear and the author nods. The interviews, the awards, the signings. Recognition for hard work and time spent working into a frenzy over the next story.
I'm not delusional. I know a writing career is extremely hard work. Once you become published you spend your time tirelessly promoting yourself and your books. You live with just a few scraps of sleep a night, smile until your cheeks hurt, make people feel like you've known them forever with just a few sentences exchanged between you. Your gracious and welcoming to everyone you meet. You think of the early days before you were signed and working your fingers to the bones. Every night you stay up crying over a rejection letter and frustration built up inside of you until you almost gave up on your dream. Everything in the past brings you to this day.
Fantasy Land life: My writing career.
(You might find this an odd picture but GPS and I fell in love with Sailormoon together and have always pretended we're Jupiter (me) and Mars (GPS).)
In my Fantasy Land, the GPS is going to take over as my personal assistant. She's been doing it for years but as my life grows steadily busier than the year before, GPS becomes my main support. She schedules everything, makes sure everything runs smooth. She makes sure I get from one place to the next. She makes sure I sleep at least 2 hours a night. She makes sure my new Chucks are on my feet, my bedhead is covered by my hoodie and my faded jeans are not too ripped up when we walk out of the hotel room to go to my signing as Christie Taylor. She makes sure every hair on my head is perfect, my make up is flawless, my outfit is stylish, sunglasses in place as Nika Riley. GPS is my rock. GPS is the reason I function as a Best Seller. She runs my team. My batbabes are running the tour. And I'm out on a massive tour with all my pirates.
So in this volume of Fantasy Land, let's pretend our careers. You have nannies and cabana boys and a pool boy and the praise of your awesomeness can be heard across the world. How would you have it?
So we've done toys and vacations. Fantasy Land is a great place to imagine your busy life is being managed quite well. You're never stressed out. You move from one thing to the next almost effortlessly. There is a reason behind this- assistants.
We've all seen the movies where the successful person has someone who is tailing behind them managing their life. I don't need an ego booster (GPS calls me the Ego Crusher 5000 and swears I shouldn't be anyone's personal assistant unless I want them to jump in a pothole and concrete themselves in to get away from me.) I don't need some to micromanage me. However, I need someone to help me. I'm not a machine. I can't add additional memory into my brain like an external hard drive can help you when you're about to crash. My phone can only hold and do so much. I need a faithful, trustworthy assistant to trail behind me and gently remind me that today is the day I have to go to the gyno. (What? Even famous people have to go. It's not like once you become famous your DR looks at you and says, “Yup, you're famous now. I'm done with this.”)
TMI. But it's true. I need help. Even now. My life in my Fantasy Best Seller life is hectic. I have two series that are Best Sellers. I have an image to maintain since I'm two different people in the same writer body. I've been to some Best Seller book signings. I've seen the people working behind the scenes. The people who go up to the Best Selling author and whisper in their ear and the author nods. The interviews, the awards, the signings. Recognition for hard work and time spent working into a frenzy over the next story.
I'm not delusional. I know a writing career is extremely hard work. Once you become published you spend your time tirelessly promoting yourself and your books. You live with just a few scraps of sleep a night, smile until your cheeks hurt, make people feel like you've known them forever with just a few sentences exchanged between you. Your gracious and welcoming to everyone you meet. You think of the early days before you were signed and working your fingers to the bones. Every night you stay up crying over a rejection letter and frustration built up inside of you until you almost gave up on your dream. Everything in the past brings you to this day.
Fantasy Land life: My writing career.
(You might find this an odd picture but GPS and I fell in love with Sailormoon together and have always pretended we're Jupiter (me) and Mars (GPS).)
In my Fantasy Land, the GPS is going to take over as my personal assistant. She's been doing it for years but as my life grows steadily busier than the year before, GPS becomes my main support. She schedules everything, makes sure everything runs smooth. She makes sure I get from one place to the next. She makes sure I sleep at least 2 hours a night. She makes sure my new Chucks are on my feet, my bedhead is covered by my hoodie and my faded jeans are not too ripped up when we walk out of the hotel room to go to my signing as Christie Taylor. She makes sure every hair on my head is perfect, my make up is flawless, my outfit is stylish, sunglasses in place as Nika Riley. GPS is my rock. GPS is the reason I function as a Best Seller. She runs my team. My batbabes are running the tour. And I'm out on a massive tour with all my pirates.
So in this volume of Fantasy Land, let's pretend our careers. You have nannies and cabana boys and a pool boy and the praise of your awesomeness can be heard across the world. How would you have it?
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Oh, I know this is gonna sound kinky... I will need a very strict dom as my assistant. A veritable bossy captain who will brook no argument when it comes to what I need to be doing and when.
And yup. It needs to be a man. Older than me, very strict...
I worship his very word, trust him with my life and my career and be relieved when he saves me from myself.
And my husband will love him and honor him... He will be my first reader and best editor.
And it would be fun if he were kinky. ;-)
For some reason I'm hearing the word threesome over and over again inside my head.
Ahhhh...maybe my assistant/Dom has a female friend? M/F/M/F?
I think I need a chauffeur to drive the Morgan while I wave and blow kisses to my adoring fans.
Someone who knows what's what under the bonnet and likes the aroma of engine oil and can cook a mean steak and serve a cool scotch and can inspire me when I'm down and ......
Any applicants? .... NO DOMS please! :idea:
Chance ain't right, though sounds like Q has the right idea.
Since I'm about to hit the road AGAIN (and will next weekend AGAIN), in my fantasy author life I will have my own private jet. With a very hunky pilot at my disposal at all times. Auto pilot is going to be important for some of the longer flights.
;)
And I'm off...
I hope you have two safe trips, Ter. I'm on the road again tomorrow when I travel home from Florida.
Chanceroo, now we're getting into orgy realms.
Q, gimme an app. I can multi-task my own career and give you what you need in yours.*wink*
I'm off to the pool with my notebook and then I'm off to the beach when sister is done with her schedule today.
Sin, this is great. I've actually been researching this topic for another project. I would love to have some assistance on certain things, but I'm not sure yet what those things are. LOL I'm sure I could figure it out if I had an assistant.
*runs off to fantasize*
I think I need a chauffeur to drive the Morgan while I wave and blow kisses to my adoring fans.
Morgan ... Morgan? Q, I just remembered that one of my neighbors drove a Morgan. A British Racing Green convertible. Gorgeous car.
Actually
Ex-neighbor.
Her car wasn’t the only thing that was fast. :)
Hey, I'm just aware of my own tendency to not-get-done. So I need someone who will crack the whip with charm and have me absolutely convinced that I need to follow direction...
Just because I'm being honest about my own failure!
Ah...didn't finish that thought. Just because I'm being honest about my own failures doesn't mean I'm being kinky or orgy!
How would I have it? Interesting question. SIN.
I was doing some research today too. When I happened upon this :
My father reserved for himself the waging of wars against the barbarians, while he entrusted to his mother the administration of state affairs, the choosing of civil servants, and the fiscal management of the empire's revenues and expenses. One might perhaps, in reading this, blame my father's decision to entrust the imperial government to the gyneceum. But once you understood the ability of this woman, her excellence, her good sense, and her remarkable capacity for hard work, you would turn from criticism to admiration.
For my grandmother really had the gift of conducting the affairs of state. She knew so well how to organize and administer that she was capable of governing not only the Roman Empire but also every other kingdom under the sun....She was very shrewd in seizing on whatever was called for, and clever in carrying it out with certitude. Not only did she have an outstanding intelligence, but her powers of speech matched it. She was a truly persuasive orator, in no way wordy or long-winded...
She was ripe in years when she ascended the imperial throne, at the moment when her mental powers were at their most vigorous...
As for her compassion toward the poor and the lavishness of her hand toward the destitute, how can words describe these things? Her house was a shelter for her needy relatives, and it was no less a haven for strangers....Her expression, which revealed her true character, demanded the worship of the angels but struck terror among demons..."
Hmm …
I have good sense, and a remarkable capacity for hard work. I can turn criticism into admiration with a shrewd argument and a blithe smile. I am extremely organize. Am a thoughtful and fair administrator . I have an outstanding intelligence, with the powers of speech matched it. I am truly *wicked laugh* a persuasive orator. I am compassionate. My house is always open to anyone in need. And I have been blessed with an “ expression, which revealed her true character, demanded the worship of the angels but struck terror among demons..."
That’s right in case you haven‘t figured it out … I shall acquiesce to be Empress … and those whom I serve shall serve me. So don’t give me an assistant. Give me an empire!
And how interesting is it that the symbol I use for my Facebook profile picture is a tarot card. The Empress. LOL
Oh. Since SIN was kind enough to let us know that she is utilizing info from: First Edition. Third Volume.
I shall follow her lead. Quote above from: The Writings of Medieval Women, vol. 14
Jules, as always, love when you do research.
But I do think you could rule an entire empire without a hitch. Then you could keep your own record of historical accounts that happened during your rule. I'm willing and able to help.
Fingers?
And her car wasn't the only thing that was fast...
Lemme guess...
Her mouth?
*snicker*
I’m willing and able to help.
So true.
Which leads us to ponder upon the theory:
When it comes to history, nothing can explain why men do as they do ... Like SIN can. ;)
Not sure what sucker I could convince to be my PA. Maybe I'd have Jules do it. She'd be awesome, don't you think? And she needs something to keep her busy so she stays out of trouble. :)
And she needs something to keep her busy so she stays out of trouble?
Oooh the Captain knows me soooo well!
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