That was lovely, really. Who knew you had such a nice voice?149 posts and 365 days later, here we are. Yes, ladies and gents, it’s been exactly one year since I first started this little blog 'o mine, and if truth be told, I’m feeling quite verklempt. I’m keeping a box of tissues on hand in case my tears spill over onto my laptop. I have so many people to thank for my award-winning blog, (see “Blog Bling” on the right hand side of page) but I think I'll choose just one:
I'd like to thank the one man who started me on my path to writing stardom. The first guy who really "got" my writing. His name is Mr. Douglas. Well, actually, that’s not his name. Truth is, I'm getting old and I honestly can’t remember his name.
[Message from Tatiana, the Subliminal Message Goddess: It has nothing to do with her age. She's always been bad with names. She blames her dad.] Anyway, the man who I’ll call “Mr. Douglas” was my eighth grade teacher, and he was visionary enough to give me an A+ on a paper I titled,
The Murder of Mr. T.J. Donahue. Seriously. A. +. [Tatiana: She remembers names of random middle school papers, but forgets names of people she knows well. Just sayin'.] The assignment was to incorporate 15 unrelated words into a paper. We could write about anything we wanted, which I thought was like majorly bitchin' cool dude. I, of course, chose a murder mystery. The only words on the list I couldn’t seem to weave into my brilliant essay were “biscuits” and “chestnuts.” So, you ask, how was the killer finally nabbed in
The Murder of Mr. T.J. Donahue? Great question! Thanks for asking!
[T: Is it just me? Or is she like nails on a chalkboard?] He was the guy who mumbled,
“Shut up and eat your biscuits and chestnuts!” See why I got an A+?
[T: Um. No we don't.]Now, in order to demonstrate the mind-numbing changes that have occurred for me over this past, glorious year, the year in which I've penned two novels with two more on the way (not much easier than giving actual birth, by the way), I’ve decided to use visual aids. Like they say, a picture paints a thousand words. So here is a “before” and “after” shot.
The picture
on the left is me a year ago - sad, unfulfilled, lacking in so many obvious ways. I mean, look at that fake smile.
RIDICULOUS! And the picture on the right was taken yesterday - happy, self-confident, full of joy. See the arms crossed? Now,
that's self-confidence!
Mind blowing difference, no? What? You don’t see much change? You like the picture on the left
better?? You know, now that I look at them, I think you’re right.
[T: She's so vain it's borderline insane. Hey! That rhymed!] There isn’t much difference.
At least not on the surface... You see, I’m convinced my DNA has undergone a major transformation over the past 365 days, particularly in the area of the publishing biz. I’ve taken it upon myself to learn as much as I can, and I think I’ve done a bang-up job. For example, I now know the difference between the terms, “Agent” and “God.” One is an omnipotent, breathtaking, transformative being and the other is “God.” (Thanks, folks. I’ll be appearing every Wednesday night at the “Sinner’s Lounge” in Hellfire, NB.)
[T: She's not only vain, she thinks she's funny. What could be worse? I could tell a better joke with my one eye closed and my wings tied behind my back. Seriously. I could. I mean, if I had to. What are you waiting for? A joke? I don't feel like telling one now. But if I did, it would be like WAY funnier than hers. Pinky swear.]
I promised a certain someone cake and balloons. The cake's above and here are the balloons. Grab your favorite color and dig in to the chocolate. Hell, take two pieces.
Three, even! Make a holy freaking pig of yourself. Remember what mama said:
virtual calories don't count!![T: Here's where she gets all sappy. You may want to click out now. Don't say I didn't warn you...] The way I see it, the success of this blog is not due to the silly words I string together in my posts. It’s due to the amazing comments in the “Comments” section. For me, that’s where the magic of this blog was, is, and always will be. If you want to leave a comment as to your favorite memory or what you like most about my humble little abod
e here on the world wide web, feel free. There's no pressure. I mean you don't have to or anything. It would just put a Texas-sized smile on my face and like
totally make my day. (I was raised Jewish and I married a Catholic. I've got the guilt thing
covered.)
[T: She's also got the annoying thing covered.] So, to each and every person who has read my blog and/or posted comments over this past year, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. As
Margaret and Helen – the 80-Som
ething Blog Goddesses who I dream of writing like - say, “I mean it. Really.”
May beauty, joy, health, laughter, and happiness guide you on your journey. Namaste.
[T: She thinks she's all Zen and stuff.] Tatiana, you know what?
[T: What?] I CAN HEAR YOU!!!
[T: You can? Oh. Right. PSYCHE!!!]
MAC always comes up with new way to keep us coming back! This week MAC released the DSquared2 collection, which includes a collaboration with fashion duo Dean and Dan Caten. The DSqaured2 collection was based upon their Fall/Winter Runway show, which I shall say myself was fierce. The collection most def has the true rocker feel to it, with heavy dark eyes and pale pink lips.The whole DSquared collection yells hot ish, but the item I'm most excited about is the Greasepaint. Greasepaint comes in three colors....
on the left is me a year ago - sad, unfulfilled, lacking in so many obvious ways. I mean, look at that fake smile. RIDICULOUS! And the picture on the right was taken yesterday - happy, self-confident, full of joy. See the arms crossed? Now, that's self-confidence!
e here on the world wide web, feel free. There's no pressure. I mean you don't have to or anything. It would just put a Texas-sized smile on my face and like totally make my day. (I was raised Jewish and I married a Catholic. I've got the guilt thing covered.) [T: She's also got the annoying thing covered.]
ething Blog Goddesses who I dream of writing like - say, “I mean it. Really.”
First we'll start with The Hills. If you've been keeping up with the previews to the first episode, we were already aware of the return of Bad Girl, Kristin. Now after seeing the episode, I think she deserves a more 'fitting' title. Queen Bitch will do. Not even 10 minutes into the show and she is already into it with Audrina and Stephanie. Within 20 minutes she's snatched up bachelor, Justin Bobby. Speaking of Justin Bobby he looks so gross now. Like, the whole rugged look was attractive last season. But now it looks like he's been in a cave since last season. Like, aren't these girls tired of sharing boys. That's so 2007. 
The City was equally full of drama. A new face by the name of Roxy is already talking smack about Whitney. Then no more than 20 minutes later, she's asking to sleep on Whitney's couch. What a b*tch? Let's just add her to my 'Ew' list. Ok, I'm back. Olivia, from UpTown, is now at Elle Magazine and is already threatening to some people, especially to a girl by the name of Erin, who feels she "thinks she's more qualified than she really is." Basically, she's saying "Don't hire her, because she's going to come after my job after a while." If you know Olivia like I know Olivia, I'm pretty see you could see that disaster in the making, which is exactly what happens when she's put on her first task. A little big argument sparks when Erin questions Olivia's decision. Well not so much question, but diss her look only to be met with a "If you don't like it, you can do it yourself." I love her and all her bitchiness. Get in.
Thanks to everyone who stopped by and read the interview with Allison Winn Scotch and to those of you who commented. It's so important that we writers support each other to the best of our abilities and share our experiences to help others along the path. I admire Allison for her talent, generosity, and ability to inspire, and thank her for sharing her story with us here on my humble blog.
ou for the enthusiastic support I've received regarding my announcement about writing my first YA novel. This last week has been so exciting! I'm in awe of the muse. Simply in awe. I've written 13k words in five days, and they've been the easiest, most naturally-flowing words in my life. I still have that fear when I first sit down to write that nothing will come, but it's mixed with excitement - I can't wait to see what happens next! When I'm a bit further along, I promise to share more about the title and what the story's about. My deep thanks go to the writing gods. I bow to thee. (FYI: Go to atom.smash.org to create these AMAZING signs! Special thanks to my particularly cool blogging buddy Beth for the link.)
watch through it once more. If you're a writer or an artist, you'll get it. If you're not, but have a close friend or relative that has an artistic bent, this may help you understand them better.
kend y'all, and make sure you say a special prayer of thanks to the people who've helped you along your path and who continue to be your love and support. Tell them what they mean to you every chance you get. Sharing your life with them is nothing short of miraculous, and for miracles, we must always be grateful.
Howdy. It's been a frantic time around these here parts. I've got a ten pound life resting on a two pound teeter-totter.
There are trends. They're set every season. & if you don't follow them, consider yourself not a friend of Anna Wintour. 
A refreshing collection is like Heaven on Earth. & that's exactly what you get at Rebecca Taylor for her Spring RTW 2010 Collection.
