Fifty-One Shades of Blonde Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb

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While I love to write and have written dozens and dozens of books – in my HEAD! I’ve never before actually sat down and written a book. My brothers gave me that opportunity.

“Write a book,” they said.

“Okay, how?” It turns out that writing in one’s head and picking out a cover and a title are a far cry from actually putting something on paper.

“Just write it,” they said.

“Okay…hmm….how’s this?”

“Nope, that’s not it. Try again,” they said.

“Okay, how ’bout this?”

“Better, but not quite.”

There really have been 27 or so versions of this book, with Dennis and Kenny guiding me and challenging me along the way. They even sent me a book I call the “How to Write Good” book, and it helped too.

A year and a half goes by.

“How’s this?” I asked.

“That’s it,” they said.

Hazel Twigg & The Hollyhock Hideaway is in its final editing stages. I thought that perhaps now I could coast a little bit, but no! Now my brothers want me to tackle a NEW frontier: Live Streaming Video.

Gulp.

There ARE pockets of orderliness...here and there...

There ARE pockets of orderliness…here and there…

They wanted me to start last Monday and they told me the Friday before. I was going to use the weekend to tidy up my sewing room, since that’s where the broadcast would take place. I pictured a pristine Martha Stewart-type setting and me with my hair and makeup just so, charmingly witty and well-rehearsed. And thin.

But surrounded by the chaos that is my sewing room I quickly became overwhelmed. Monday rolled around as it always does and I didn’t say a thing. I certainly didn’t turn on any camera. And I hoped my brothers wouldn’t notice.

They’re a lot smarter than they look.

I was going to do a post on my sewing room before any of this came about, purposely making the picture blurry, never imagining it would one day be seen. YIKES. This ain't no sissy mess!

I was going to do a post making fun of my sewing room before any of this came about, purposely making the picture blurry, never imagining the room itself would one day be seen. YIKES. This ain’t no sissy mess! Good thing my mother loves me.

So I’m starting TODAY at noon eastern on Ustream with a WYSIWYG approach. My sewing room looks like a bomb went off in it. And, oh joy! My right eye has an infection. YESS. Challenge accepted, my public awaits! Or at least my mom.

So for the mess that is my sewing room: “This must be how geniuses work,” I shall tell myself. And my eye: I’ve thought of something fun for that too.

Once more into the breach!

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The breach can be found here: http://www.ustream.tv/channel/hazel-twigg-and-vintage-dolls-by-ruth

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4 Commentsto Fifty-One Shades of Blonde Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb

  1. Jane Agle says:

    Now this is exciting!!!

    • Ruth says:

      Whoops! I emailed you, Mom. Yep, as long as you remember that nobody is going to get killed, you just have to jump in. And it went every bit as smooth as I hoped it would! Smootherer!

      Love you!

      Ruth

  2. Melody Farnsworth says:

    Wish I could listen in, but sadly, I’m at work. Break a leg dear Ruthie (not literally of course) and beware of wardrobe malfunctions! (Sound of Music???? lol)

    • Ruth says:

      Hee! Of COURSE I remember that! The blue sparkly dress and the “don’t bother me! Can’t you see I’m ACTING?” response. Oh. I see. So my dress fell down. WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME BEFORE?!!

      Ah, like it was yesterday. Thanks for the reminder, Stinkah!

      Ruth