Yeah, I know. The headline's supposed to be Jada's Journal ... but today I'm grateful. Not just for the usual -- sunshine, great job, fun life -- but I'm grateful to Chris from Rosa Romance. She's a terrific gal. I was supposed to start writing here yesterday but for some strange reason, something named Xanthia seems to have blown up my beautiful online home, my web site! The first one I've ever had. :-(
But Chris, bless her little pointed head (well, I think it's pointed ... but I can't really tell under all that blond hair!), worked like a maniac and here my site is again ... all pretty jade-colored and deep rose, I just love it. Hence the Gratitude Journal.
So, what else am I planning to do other than blither here? I got permission from my publisher to post bits of the first of my Journals which they will be publishing. Starting in about a week, you'll get to read the first book, scene by scene, a new scene each week, until they get it all layed out and the cover on it.
In the meantime, if you want to know about me here's the "About Jada" page where I said:
I come from one of those southwestern towns where "pest control" means keeping the armadillos from digging condo burrows under the already dead, brown lawn. My dad says I was weaned on beer and Mexican food. He should know. But that there's a whole 'nother story.
I'd never been anywhere until I got to Hollywood. Well, that's not totally true.
I'd been in cactus, and two-stepped over the rattlesnakes, been trained from childhood to remember to put my shoes on before I got out of bed to go to the bathroom during the night so as not to step down barefoot on a trespassing scorpion, sun-burning my pale-cream skin to a blistered red oozing mass . . . damn desert. But that doesn't count as "anywhere"— does it?
Anyway, I worked my ass off and saved every dime to escape the desert. I have a great family who I love mucho but I am just not made for two-steppin' tarantulas and duckin' wicked black widow spiders in the 102 degree heat. So as I explained to my friend Rita, I came to Hollywood, not 'cause I give a holler about celebrities, but because I could afford the bus ticket to here and I figured the Mexican food'd be almost as good as it was at home. I was, fortunately, right!
So here I am, adventuring myself around The Town, still working my ass off only this time it's for a couple 'a movie producers and I'm suddenly in the film business. Do I feel like a stranger in a strange land (with apologies to Robert Heinlein), or what?
And now I'm gonna be a published author ... which is amazing.
Not that I don't write all the time, I do. But I never thought about inflicting my journals onto the poor (or even the rich) unsuspecting world.
'Course it could be no one wants to read my weird take on life -- and life in Hollywood in particular -- so I might not stay published long but the gals at Rosa Romance are all creamin' their thongs waiting for the first book, Jada's Journal ~ sex, scandals and superstars ... so I hope they're right and you like my life. I'm sure enjoyin' it! :-)