Driving and Crying was an old band from the late eighties, early nineties. They did a fab song called, Honeysuckle Blues... they had others, but that was the only one worth remembering. But I have to wonder where they got that name. As a mom of not yet driving teens I can certainly relate. My daughter once asked me if I were rich and could have any help I wanted, what would I take... a gardener, a cook, or a housekeeper? I looked at her.
"A driver," I said.
My children tell me they have yet another event and I whimper. I once drove 105 miles in a day and never went further than twelve miles from my house. Keep in mind that as a writer... I work at home.
I am over forty, by about five months actually, and I wonder where the witty, relevant, wickedly funny reads are for women my age. I love sex and shopping and having a cosmo... but at forty I know there is more to life. Like the stairmaster, wrinkle cream and teenage daughters who are suddenly sexier than you are.
Like balding husbands, aging parents and crossing your legs when you sneeze. Don't get me wrong... I still love Doonie and Burke and Juicy Couture. I just find myself calculating the costs of my daughter's skating coach and making my stylish, no-name green handbag last a while longer.
So I am writing witty, relevant, wickedly funny reads for women my age. Okay. The jury's still out on that one. I do have agents interested, though. My first manuscript is called Pour Some Sugar on Me. Anyone else here remember Def Leppard? That is the one making the rounds of agents as we speak. While that is happening, I am polishing the novel and trying to manage my non-fiction writing career which keeps me wildly busy. I write for many magazines as well as being the Portland City Editor for Northwest Woman Magazine. I am also developing a series of novels you could call mommy lit or hen lit, as opposed to chick lit. Because I just so love being called a HEN for crying out loud!
About as much as I love driving 105 miles in a single day.