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Private Lives Out Now!

Living in Hollywood, Chris Chandler has just about everything that he could ever dream of; a People’s Choice Award, lead actor in an acclaimed television series, anything and everything money could buy. Most people would be happy with all of that, but not Chris. As Hollywood’s most eligible bachelor, it is difficult to find the one person he wants to spend the rest of his life with, especially living under the constant scrutiny of the paparazzi. Every relationship he’s had with a woman, from friends only to dating, to semi-serious, they all get delved into, dissected until there’s nothing left. What he needs now, what he wants, is something with no strings attached.

Sofia Larson is not your typical escort. She works for Private Lives, a company where the women they employ and the men that seek their companionship, sign contracts, swearing themselves to silence and secrecy. What happens with each encounter is up to Sofia; while companionship is a guarantee, sex is not. Having an obscene amount of bills to pay, Sofia is only in it for the money. Her motto is ‘Don’t get involved, don’t get emotional, don’t bring the job home.

And then she meets Chris Chandler.


NaNoWriMo Update 11/23/20

Ah, NaNoWriMo both drives me crazy and excites me at the same time! I love NaNo because it motivates me to write, but I stress because I’m not sure I’ll hit that elusive 50,000 word mark. The struggle is real.

The good news is, I finished the first draft of Run Away Home, book one of my Loves of Lakeside series. It sits at just over 29,000 words, which gives me a lot of room to edit. I’m “shelving” it for now and will begin revisions in December.

I also started book two of my Loves of Lakeside series, an untitled piece that goes deeper into the town and the people who live there. I’m very excited about this series and the possibilities I see in Lakeside.

I hope everyone is doing well and having a safe November!


NaNoWriMo Starts Tomorrow!

I’m ready to go. I think. 😂

I’m a Plantser, part plotter, part pantser. I know where I want to get to and I kind of know how I want to get there, now I have to do it. I have notes, I have ideas, I have an endgame. For me, getting there is half the battle.

Book one of Loves of Lakeside is waiting to be written. Twenty-five thousand words is my goal for book one. That’s half of my NaNoWriMo goal. If I can get there, I can start book two of Second Chances in Hollywood.

Good luck to anyone who is participating!


Hello, World! I’m Mimi. And I’m a Writer

According to some people, I’m old. Far too old to be venturing into any kind of alternative career path, or trying to make a name for myself. I’ve even been told I’m too old to write the things I write. Maybe that discouraged me, put me on a path of self-imposed mediocrity. I bought into the idea that I was too old to do something new.

Fate stepped in and made me choose another path. I was ready to try something new.

Or, like Master Yoda says, “Do. Or do not. There is no try.”

So, I decided to “do”. I wrote earlier how I submitted my writing to a publisher. I figured “why not?” The worst they can do is say no. It’s not like I haven’t been through rejection before. Even if nothing comes of it, at least I can say I did it.

I emailed off the first ten-thousand words of one of my finished books, held my breath, and waited.

When the email came back, I stared at it on my phone for a full five minutes before opening it. I couldn’t stand the thought of being rejected, even though I had prepared myself for the rejection. That didn’t mean I wanted to see it, in black and white, staring back at me. No one wants a rejection, even if you know it’s going to happen.

I opened the email.

They didn’t say no. They said yes.

The last month has been a whirlwind. I’m going slightly crazy with all the thoughts in my head, the possibilities, the opportunities. For the first time, people in my world, my “every-day-go-to-work-nine-to-five-act-normal world” know that I’m a writer. Once upon a time, only a few people knew I wrote. Not anyone I worked with. It had taken years to tell my family members I was a writer. There are still a few who don’t know. But all of that is changing. I can finally say it.

I’m a writer.


Be Brave, Even When You Don’t Want To Be

Sometimes, you just have to do it.

Sometimes, you just have to stifle the fear and do what scares you.

I did that today. I decided to stop sitting on my ass and doing nothing, waiting for it to happen. I took control, said “fuck it”, and did something that scared the crap out of me.

I submitted Private Lives to a publishing company.

Do or die. Good or bad. The worst they can say is no.


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Van Dyne vs Danvers: One Fan’s (Mostly) Unpopular Opinion

Let’s start by saying, I reject the notion that because Carol Danvers is female, I, as a female, have to like her, nay, fawn over her, like she is the end all be all of comic book heroes. The idea that I don’t support females or feminism because Carol Danvers isn’t my new favorite superhero is ridiculous.

In the last year, Marvel has given us two female superheroes in two new movies (I’m not counting Endgame), Hope Van Dyne, aka The Wasp, and Carol Danvers, the one and only Captain Marvel. One can’t help but make comparisons between the two, not when we so infrequently get a female superhero worthy of our attentions.

I, for one, love Hope Van Dyne. She’s strong, yet vulnerable, wicked smart, sassy, irresistibly loyal, and, in my humble opinion, gorgeous. She was all of those things in Ant-Man, but she took it to a whole new level in Ant-Man and the Wasp. Hope doesn’t take any crap off of anyone, not her father, not Scott, not even Sonny Burch, who treats her like she’s no better than the table salt at his fancy restaurant. She is confident in her abilities, knows that she can do what needs to be done, and she gets it done. She uses her vulnerabilities to make her better, stronger, to drive her. She’s not afraid to go after what she wants and she’s not afraid to let others know how she feels. She doesn’t hide her feelings or bury her emotions under mountains of “I don’t give a shit” attitude. Hope Van Dyne is the hero I can get behind.

“What about Carol?” some of you may be asking. I haven’t forgotten the newest hero in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Carol Danvers, Vers, or Captain Marvel, is the most recent entry to the superhero world, a female superhero in a world that badly needs them. She is one of the most powerful heroes Marvel has introduced, with abilities not seen before, including the ability to fly and shoot photon blasters from her hands. She may be just what the Avengers need to save the universe from Thanos.

Now comes that unpopular opinion I mentioned. I’m not a fan of Captain Marvel. I like my female superheroes to be emotional, to show a sense of vulnerability, to be relatable. I didn’t feel that with Carol. I know that part of her storyline involved her squashing her emotions in order to make herself stronger, but that is a fallacy used far too often in far too many stories. I strongly believe that it’s okay for female characters to be emotional, shoot, it’s okay for all characters, male and female, to be emotional. Humans are emotional, all of us, it’s what makes us human, and sometimes, being emotional is what makes us strong. Fighting your emotions to make you stronger actually makes you weaker. Give women, even super women, the freedom to use their emotions to make the world better. For me, taking that away from Carol made it hard for me to like her.