The transformative nature of Prom

I love this season.  Teenagers, even when sulky, make a nice change from my brides, much as I love making my girls beautiful.  Many of them have no clear vision beyond “hot”, which is frankly easy to achieve with any seventeen year old with a decent body and a skimpy sequinned dress.  Some of them, though, know that this dress is magic.  It will turn you into something else.

Sometimes it’s as simple as a child who thinks she’s funny-looking or has a weird body standing outside the dressing room, free of those awful sweats half of them wear, and struck by the realization that “hot” is attainable in the right dress.  Sometimes they want to be superheroes.  Or Cinderella, or a purple princess.

My brides never want to be anything except brides.  Or very occasionally, not there, because they are not enjoying this process and someone has talked them into it.

I love the way these girls can still throw themselves into a role, secure in the knowledge that a magic garment will make them into something other than a perfectly normal suburban teenage girl.


January Doldrums

Still nothing from the publisher.  I’m at fifteen and half weeks.  Aieee!  I should just assume they are rejecting it, and move on from there.  To more publishers, or straight to Amazon, where these things could be making me money.  Not a lot, but money.  I am so tired of being broke, and I’m way more broke than usual this year.  December is bad, but I always have money in January.  Not this January.  Not only can I not take my family out to eat after a twelve hour shift instead of going home to cook, I can barely pay my rent and buy groceries.  I swear everything has gone up.