Just Between us writers

I'm curious, for conversational purposes, how do you all name your character's to your fiction stories? Or even, how do you name your blog names or for true stories, how do you choose the name for the person your talking about?

For starters, I'm the kind of writer that normally picks a name that simply rolls off of my tongue. I have to like the name for obvious reasons. For my blog names, I ask my friends. Burger picked his because he loves burgers; my friend picked Asia because she loves the idea of that name and I name my cousin Pie because it's a silly name she gave herself.

As for rules to follow I do stick to the general guidelines to make sure it's time/age appropriate. 

I do try my best to not name my characters after celebrities, which by the way, is getting harder and harder to do.Naming character's after famous character's is hard to. For example, I would feel like a copy cat naming my characters Carrie, Samantha, Monica, Rachel, Phoebe, Ross, Chandler. Then there's Joey, I'm related to a Joey.

As for naming character's after my friends and family, that's a bit of a tough one. I guess I could use a friends name, but, only if it's necassary and if I absolutly love it. I've had too many friends named Sarah and Jennifer in my life and I know a few Lisa's and I'm related to two Melissa's. So I steer clear of names that tend to repeat themselves in my life.

I also try to stick to national origin's; nationality; ethnic race; religion.

One big NO NO is that I will not name my characters after an ex-boyfriend; or a female rival. Unless he gives me permission to do so and I haven't seen 'her' in along time. Luckily, I do not have a long list of exes.

Another no no that I'm at that point of changing is that I try to not give names that I'd love to name my own children. That's getting tough also, because, I doubt I'll have 5 or 6 daughters and two boys! As I said to my parents, I know what I want to name my kids and I'm not ready to close that door. So, names for my potential kids are still off limits when it comes to naming characters.

A comment on my script is that I used similar names. I guess that is a no no in the wriitng world. I guess the Kardishains are the only ones that can name every daughter in the family with a name that starts with the same letter.

I've logged on baby name websites; I check myspace; I check the yellow pages, I'm even told to check the Social Security website.

So, do any of you have tips on how you name your characters? I've got so many stories, I was wondering, do you repeat character names in your stories?

The story about my stories

It's funny how on my online writing class, this past weeks video lesson was about writers block and ways to find inspiration to write stories. I've had writers block in the past. Most times, it's caused due to lack of an active life. When everything around me is slow going and story-less.

Other times, my writers block is caused by my numerous idea's, I just don't know which story or blog to write about. So I wander around aimlessly, thinking of my characters and their lives. Which character or story talks to me the most; other times I'll keep myself busy; go to the gym or for a walk if it's nice out; I've often started stories when I was in the city of Boston or a city for that matter and a lot of stories idea's came to me while I was on the beach or get this, driving my car! Other times I'll shop, not to buy something but to put myself in my characters shoes, "what would she buy?" I'll ask myself. After awhile my mind is made up and I know what to write.

Often times, I wake up with an idea and by the time I write, the idea is gone or just simply doesn't sound cool enough anymore. Unlike math, where 21+52 will always equal 73 no matter what the distractions are or when you answer the question, writing is not so black and white. An idea can be lost or changed with every distraction; noise or even if it's forced or if it's written in the morning or at night. Or if the writer is happy or sad; tired or awake. It's odd how that happens. Which is why I often have a pen and notebook with me, to jot down my idea's when they come to me and trust me, they come when I least expect them to!
Funny huh?

 I'm excited to learn story development especially written for television. Not that I never knew how to develop a story before; I've taken plenty of creative writing classes except, this class is specifically about developing movies. And Screenwriting is VERY different than novel or blog writing. I learn something new with every writing class I've ever taken and this time, I describe every detail of my characters surroundings. More importantly, in the past two weeks, I've been able to start a story idea, complete it and love it. I know the beginning, the middle and the end. Where's before, I had the story and the characters, but their journey would bore me quickly and getting to the end was a hassle. Also, every writing teacher or critic has a different idea of what is good writing, some tell me to not be so specific and use less details; others tell me to be more specific with a lot more details. It's all in the person reading and everyone likes to read a different story!

I'm a 'chic lit/flick' kind of girl. I love Sex and the City; Friends; Bridgette Jones Diary; definitely, maybe. I like comedy and all other kinds of 'girly' type of stories and movies. I also like action and suspense; like the Departed or Ocean's 11, 12 and 13. I couldn't list all of my favorite stories, I'm not sure I have enough room on this blog! LOL - I even have this odd fascination with witches like an old movie, The Craft with Neve Campbell; or now the new TV series Eastwick. I even like vampire  type of stories; but the odd thing is, I didn't fall in love with Twilight.

My favorite novelists are Jodie Picoult; Candace Bushnell; John Grisham. I used to love Danielle Steele when I was a teenager/young adult. I even tried to get 'into' V.C. Andrew's. My first inspiration to write novels was in third grade when I read Judy Blume's Ramona Quimby or Superfudge. Two other favorites were Are you there God? It's me, Margerate; Blubber; and how dare I forget The Sweet Valley Twins and the Sweet Valley High stories. So I hope my stories one day touch another girl/young woman the way these millions of stories have touched my life.

I'm nervous about the idea I have developed for my new story; it's a sensitive topic about a couple my age trying to maintain a relationship in hopes to get married and become a family; except my herione's boyfriend is a military police officer in the years '03-to today and he's always deployed. It's a romantic drama; a tear jerker. One told in narrative voice by the protagontist; she tells her story about the day they met and the challenges they faced before they got married. I hope my audience falls in love with this story as I have fallen in love with it already.

So that's that; how I've been inspired and who's lead I'd like to follow; the movies and writers I've mentioned are the people that tell the stories I'd like to hear and lead me to believe that I too can be as good as they are.

Thank You

Dear Summer Star PNN Readers:

I just wanted to take a few moments to say Thank You to everyone who responded to my blog, "I'll be Okay."

It's funny, all I wanted to do was vent about it, yet, something good came from it. It made me realize how much I want to do this and how desprete I am to learn and to be a part of something.

I love that I found you guys. Joining PNN and leaving Myspace blogging was the best decision. I feel like I'm connecting with a lot of intelligent women.

Now please do not get me wrong; I met A FEW Amazing people on myspace but I'm happy to be here on PNN.

So the GOOD NEWS.

I decided to call the school, New York Film Academy, and I asked them if I could still join the online writing class. My admissions adviser seemed to be happy that I called back and said, "Yes you can! Class starts tonight," and proceed to give me instructions on how to join. By 5 o'clock NH time, I was registered with the school and now, I'm online getting my assignments. I'm so excited.

I wish school, including online classes, were not so expensive. There's something about studying that relaxes me. I haven't mentioned this yet because I just started but the other day I bought myself an inexpensive book on French Grammer. My first language is French and I understand the material well enough to teach myself on my own time. So now, I'm studying French alone AND taking online Writing classes. Plus, I'm busy at my parents office with helping them out with grunt work. It's not much, I've done it plenty of times before but now, it's a paycheck and I can say I at least have part time work; I mean they do own a real business in a big building with a lot of employees and stuff....I'm babbling again, sorry about that!

I look forward to the future. I feel that I'm now 'in the system' at NYFA, I have something concrete to do; that I have a small direction and before I know it, I may just be visiting the City to meet agents and selling scripts; novels, articles....the sky is the limit. A girl can live her dreams right?

Once again, thanks for all the comments and encouragement. I'll be a blogger on PNN for months to come!

Genevieve

I'll be okay

I told myself I wouldn't do this; I promised myself to be okay with this.

I will be okay.

The truth is I spent all of last spring and all summer long looking for work in New York City. I was accepted in a film school; I was awarded a $10,000 grant. I was approved for a fat loan.

I didn't find a place to live. I ran out of funds. I didn't get to go there one day or 2 to walk around looking for work. I know I'm not the only one that's had to feel the pain of having to turn down such an awesome opportunity. But, today was supposed to be my first day in school. I forced myself to not think about it.

When I found out about the loan, I bounced off the walls. I was so excited. I kept playing Frank Sinatra's New York New York song. I even sang it out loud, at the tip of my lungs.

I didn't want to announce it however. Something told me not to. I wanted to find a place to live and I wanted to be settled in my new apartment before I blogged about it or left a facebook update. Something hit me in the heart and said, ‘not too fast Gen!'; I didn't want to have to explain why I didn't go somewhere I was supposed to go. Which is why it is so weird that I'm blogging about it right now.

I can't help but wonder, if I would've blogged about it, things may have been different? I don't know.

I guess MTV's VMA is the reason I'm feeling so melancholy.

When I turned to the channel yesterday, I choked up. I cried a little.

"I was supposed to be there!" I said out loud.

"No, no Gen; you're not because you would be there if it were meant to be." I later said to myself.

However, I'm in a situation where I don't understand "why don't I know how to make it happen?"

I have an answer.

There are a lot of nay - sayers and I'm sensitive. People, for some odd reason or another, have an ability to say the right things and stop someone from going after their dreams.

"It's expensive!"

"It's a hard place to make it!"

"You don't have to go to NY to be a writer!"

"Come back to reality!"

"Aren't you too old to be going back to school to finish something you didn't finish years ago?"

"It might not be in your deck of cards to make it!"

The negative responses go on and on and in the end, it is my fault for listening to them. It's my fault because I let them make me feel inferior.

I saw a way to make it happen; but, for some odd reason, there was a step missing. I didn't know how to get there from where I was.

I wondered today; why is it that we grow up, become adults and all of our childhood dreams are washed ashore? Why do we say, ‘I faced reality and walked away from those dreams'? Why are our childhood dreams unrealistic? Why are there more people that don't follow through with Plan A? True, making it to the BIG time is hard. There comes a time you have to face reality about your talent, I understand that. What I don't understand is how come if one does have talent they can't make it happen?

In my situation, it takes a little bit more money; and it's going to take a different attitude. I guess I don't need a "F. U" attitude but I'm at my breaking point. There were times in my past when I was confused about something and it wasn't until I got angry that I found what I was looking for. Is that what it's going to have to take to get me to NYC to do what I have to do? Anger? I have already told people that I don't care what it takes I'm putting my foot down and I'm making it happen this time no matter the cost.

My head has been spinning a lot lately. New idea's and thoughts keep crossing my mind. Someone told me that this is normal, but, don't give up. It's nice to know at least 1 person cares enough to say something positive.

What I refuse to hear another time is people assuming I didn't want it enough. That's BS because if I had the two things I needed, I'd be there. A little bit more money and an apartment. It takes more than ‘want' to get to the city. It takes money to make money.

Last night, Alicia Keys and Jay Z closed the night with a new song. If you don't like rap, you may not get it. I'm not a big rap fan myself but you all know I like Alicia. I've listened to the song they sang last night  on youtube a lot today. The chorus hits me in the heart. I know it's easy for Alicia and Jay to sing it, they made it:

"New York; concrete jungle where dreams are made of; there's nothing you can't do; (down in NY?) These streets will make you feel brand new; these lights will inspire you; New York New York...." (ok, I may not have all the words right, I'm just listening to the song as I write this ha ha! Lol)

Okay, so I'm a Pisces and I may have that against me. But, isn't there still time to make it there? I don't want to talk about my leaving Upstate, NY but a really big part of me wishes I never left Upstate, it was after all, 2 short hours from the big city. I haven't changed my address or anything yet; a part of me thinks I'm going back soon. But maybe I'm wrong.

Maybe I'm just too jaded. Or maybe this is the first lesson I'm supposed to learn about how hard it really is to make it in NY. Maybe that's why Frank Sinatra sings, "If I can make it in New York; I can make it anywhere!" Because getting there and making it there is hard as hell!

A word to the young:

Moving out of NH was by far the best thing I could do for myself. The best part of my experience was that, it was HARD! I cried a lot; I almost gave up but something told me to stick it out. If you ask my parents, sister and best friend 'Asia' (her blog name, not real), they would tell you I cried, panicked and had a few tantrums but if you ask them if I came out of it stronger and smarter then before, I sure as hell hope they do say 'YES!'

Coming back to NH was unexpected; I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea but I’m beginning to see that it isn’t so bad.

What is it about coming back that makes this so easy? Is it because I didn’t see what opportunities were available when I was younger? The real answer is NO!

I was in my twenties and getting started with my life. I had no real work experience; I had no real network experience; I had no life experience. That’s what being in your twenties is all about:

Learning to get started;

gaining experience;

independence;

living;

making mistakes;

learning to handle rejection;

building credibility

Coming back to NH in my thirties, I can put my experience to good use. Not only that, but, everyone I know that is my age is in my boat. We are all started in our careers, and we’re all looking to STAY there. We know how to use rejection to our advantage; we know how to make ourselves look professional without looking conceded. We know people; we’ve gained personal and professional credibility and now, it’s our job to keep up the momentum. And to (maybe) help our younger peers; the twenty something year olds who’s heads are spinning out of control trying to figure out their place in the world after college.

Your 20's is about getting there; your 30's about staying there and I sure as hell hope in my 40's will be about making the big bucks and earn all the rewards and start to enjoy it all because, aren't our 50's suppossed to be the GOLDEN YEARS, less stress more fun? Which hopefully leads to our 60's, the happy retirement years?

I say to all you young one’s out there, keep it up. Times are rough but you are tough and when you get through all of this, you’ll be a better person because of it! If I can do it, you sure can too!

OUT with the Old

It had to be done; I've spent the entire summer living out of suitcases and boxes. Yesterday, with the unpredictable weather outside, I decided it was time to stay in and unpack and settle down.

It was a hit to the heart; the reality of my situation. It wasn't a moment to feel sorry for myself, but, a moment to face the truth about the decision I had made about leaving NY. Unpacking means, I'm living with my parents (til I have enough saved to live alone again) and I'm not going back to NY any time soon.

I didn't cry too much; only in the beginning as I rummeged through the boxes and found the things he and I accumulated together. He spoiled me, so, a lot of my new things were gifts from him. My cell phone; my bluetooth; my ipod connector; my swim goggles; pictures and pictures and pictures. Our Valentines day glasses, table cloth and fake rose pedals. I left most of those things in a box in storage. My cell phone and other technologies, I'm used to using them without the memory of how I got them.

I went upstairs of my fathers garage attic where I had stored a lot of my personal things that I never brought to NY. Like bedsheets that were to small for my ex's bed and I washed them; it feels good to have something that's only mine; a reminder of the fact that I am able to accomplish a lot on my own. The comforter however, was on 'his' bed when I moved out. I pulled it out of a box and could only smell 'him.' I'll have to go to the cleaners to get it washed. I have a few other comforters I could use in my bedroom, I just thought this one matched my bedsheets the best.

Yes, I am strange enough to need a comforter that matches my bedsheets and I like to change them weekly if not bi-weekly. Since my old white comforter is in NC, at my parents vaca home, I had no choice but to use my blue comforter. I need to hide the pink and white one for awhile, it's been on that bed for a long time.

As I looked around the room that I grew up in and saw  the old things that I never got ride of, I figured that this might be a good time to start to unpack more then my recent life. I guess it's time to donate or sell old clothes; books and magazines that I haven't worn, read or looked at in more than ten years.

It's time to say 'out with the old and in with the new.'

I had intended to stay home alone; it was nice to be home without my parents around. The Red Sox game was on and I ordered pizza and I noticed the facebook status update my cousin Pie left, she was looking to go out. Pie is a nickname she gave herself that's actually attached to her real name and for some odd reason it stuck, we all now call her Pie instead of her real name. I sent her text and sure enough, within 10 minutes, I was up, showering and running around trying on different outfits in efforts to find comfortable clothes to wear for a night out at a bar for drinks.

I tried on my skinny and sexy jeans, the ones I paid way too much for 8 years ago and I realized last night that, they seriously do not fit. I've worn them out a lot; so much so my friends wondered if I even had another pair of jeans. I guess it's time to get rid of them. I finally settled with a sun dress and felt confident enough to get out of the house.

It was the first night I went out as a single woman in a long time.

It was a very interesting night and we made some memories. Pie is also splitting up with her boyfriend. So she and  I 'unpacked' our feelings and had some very good conversations. It felt so good to share some of the most intimite details of everything I've been through and more importantly, it felt good to know she trusted me with some private and detailed information about her break up.

The night ended and we made it home safe; we finished the pizza I had ordered earlier and said our goodnights, both of us had kept our promise to not drunk dial, text or email the ex.

Starting today, it's out with the old and moving on to the new; the new job; the new goals. There's a lot of new ahead of me and I can't enjoy it all if the 'old' is still in my life.

Not Feeling at Home

Moving back to NH was never on my agenda. Neither was being single or unemployed at 33; however, I was a dealt a new deck of cards this summer and I'm now back in the State I spent 20 years trying to escape. When I left a few years back, I stopped calling NH home and there's a reason for that.

Tonight, I attended a Concord Young Professionals Network (CYPN)event; I'm not sure why it's called Young, considering, the majority of the crowd age is about late twenties to 40. What's always bothered me so much about living near Concord is slowly starting to bother me again, it started tonight.

I am a little bit shy, I admit; but I consider myself to be a socialite. I love to get out, learn new things, see new things and explore different things but most important, I love to be with my friends for a night of good food and drinks. There's plenty of that to be done in Concord, and yet, I'm left to do those things alone. Or with my parents. Or, with the friends I made living outside of NH.

 I read an article this evening about the group (CYPN), and in it, the question asked was, "What do Concord Professionals want?" The answers were the same, "A better nightlife," and "Better bars/clubs." I was stunned, especially since the age group that answered is in between the ages of 30 to 40. First, I always believed it was a person's attitude that made one's nightlife better; second, I've learned that, no matter where you go, especially if you live there, a bar/club, nightlife is the same. At first it's fun and exciting, then it gets old. What kind of better nightlife do they want? If you can't figure out that nightlife is the same no matter where you are and that it is ‘your' responsibility to make it better by the time you're in your 30's then, I guess you may never figure it out.

Since I've been 30 something, I've been wanting a lot more out of life than a better bar, club, nightlife in my hometown.

I feel as though I see more opportunities in NH than I've ever seen before. The people that I've been talking to and meeting don't see what I see. Maybe it's me. Maybe I've grown, maybe I've gained experience and I see that I have a lot to offer so I'm seeing a lot in return. I can't tell you today how long I'll stay in NH (I live an hour close to Boston and I'm looking for work in that city); because I fear that I'm  quickly starting to see NH for what I used to see it for and I'm remembering, and trying hard to forget, the reason why I stopped calling the State I was raised in "home."

The fine line between being a hypocrite and an open mind

I would like to know, what is your opinion about the definition of being a hypocrite?  When it comes to accepting other people for who they are versus what you believe in? When it comes to dating? When it comes to lifestyles and socializing?

I know you can't judge a person by their family. There's nothing we can do about the person our siblings have become or the person our relatives are. We can't control what they do, but, we can control who we hang out with and spend our time with. I am, as well as you are, especially in control when it comes to relationships and friendships. You don't have to judge a person that is different than you and you can like them, but, isn't that the difference between an acquaintance and friend?

It is expected that the one (one) marries  will have different opinions, thoughts, hobbies and interests in music or television shows or what he/she does or does not read. But I personally question when it's okay to draw the line. If one spends their life promoting a healthier living; smoke and drug free living and such, why is it that person falls in love with their polar opposite? What is it about forgetting our personal belief's when it comes to being in a relationship?

I do know one thing for sure, LOVE IS NOT LOGIC. Love never makes sense. It's an emotion and the heart is pretty deceiving. If we always made decisions because of what our heart tells us to do, we can find ourselves in a whole heap of trouble, couldn't we? If you do not rationalize, question or carefully think out our choices - we'll get screwed over.

Yes, in these tough economic times people are learning to live with less and people are learning that money does not buy love or that it's not important to have jobs that pays $200,000 a year or to buy a big house, 5 cars and travel in a private jet blah blah. BUT if you are not careful about making a reasonable financial decisions, you could be homeless or go to jail. In my opinion, I think society has gone off in the complete opposite direction of what we used to be. From a rich way of life to an absolute poor way...instead of right smack in the middle - where I want to be.

More importantly, I, since everyone wants to know my personal opinion I'm sure, I don't want to feel guilty for my beliefs in living healthier nor do I want to feel guilty because I have a family that has more than my neighbor. I don't want to be a hypocrite but I don't want to be judged for my personal living; I don't want to be hated for feeling happy. I don't want stones thrown at me because I get along with people who think like I do.

I've only been single for less than a month, but, I will say this, don't lecture me when the day comes that I'm ready to date again and stick to my guns and say that I prefer an older man, maybe a bodybuilder who isn't shy to vote or believe in religion; or loves to travel. Why a bodybuilder? Because that is who I am and I have learned (the hard way) that the only people who understand the bodybuilder way of life, is another bodybuilder. Okay, I'm on a break but the only person that will help me back on my wagon is someone who's been there done that and can feel my pain.

So in conclusion, I would like to know, when is someone a hypocrite versus open minded? Is hypocrisy opened mindedness and is it okay?

Just curious....

Love

She drove down the long quiet road, following the directions he gave her. She felt lost, like she may have gone too far or taken a wrong turn. She soon learned, after calling him, she was on the right road. She arrived at his apartment that was tucked away in the woods moments after calling him. He met her outside and led her into his immaculate apartment, he held her hand, making her feel good. He was a handsome man, about 5'11; dark hair and dark chocolate brown eyes. His smile would make her heart skip a few beats, his kisses made her knee's melt. She felt special in his arms; she never really wanted that feeling to go away.

He wasn't that lean and muscular man she was used to dating; nor was he a stuck up white collar business man or lawyer. He's just your average man, with a good heart, she knew that because she felt it beat against hers and it pulled her in.

He worked with his hands, on the job, as a hobby; he was the handy man that made his self useful around the house. He was a man's man; a joe six pack of sorts.

She knew that he was very different than she. He lived a much different life here in the quieter parts. He had different habits, beliefs and outlook on social living and pop culture; he is after all, 7 years younger. His life was simpler than her busy life was in the big city.

He didn't butt heads with corporate snobs; or wear shirts and ties that suffocated him at work. He didn't bullshit, lie or cheat his way to a decent paycheck; how could a woman not love him?

Her lifestyle was busy, something was always happening. There was something to do, somewhere to go and somebody to impress. She worked out hard; ate healthy and made sure she lived prim and proper. She was content with hectic and busy; healthy and wholesome.

Dating was fun for them; they found themselves growing closer and closer and when they went back to their apartments, 3 hours away from each other, they missed each other and longed for the day they would be in each other's arms again.

The thought of moving from the city hadn't crossed her mind until one night, when he held her close, she realized that she wanted him to hold her that close forever. She had decided to leave behind the hustle and bustle, for a life to be a house girlfriend; a home giver, a cook. He was worth it.

She moved to the small town where traffic built up because of deer and tractor trailers instead of pedestrians; the smell of the town was of cow manure instead of fumes from the cars, the buses and the trains. She had to drive miles to the nearest grocery store; or to her job, instead of taking a train. She had to drive to a laundry mat, instead of walking up a flight of stairs to do laundry at home. Life was much simpler and sometimes simpler than simple. It would take a long time to get used to.

She held on, trying to the best of her abilities to adjust to life in her new town. She tried to make herself comfortable in a whole different world, in a place where Friday nights were spent at a house party, instead of an over expensive restaurant, bar or club. She tried to hang out with girls that had never gone to college or girls that didn't know the difference between Obama and McCain. She tried to get used to surrounding herself with smokers and heavy drinkers; she even allowed herself to eat fast food and frozen TV dinners that she had never heard of before.

Her workouts were forgotten for she had to drive twenty minutes out of her way to get to the gym. She didn't have to walk anywhere anymore except to her car or mailbox. Her motivation, her drive and willpower suddenly seemed to disappear.

He tried to do what he could do to make her feel comfortable. No matter how many times she cried, or tried to find her place in a small town, she simply didn't fit in. Their love making was no longer passionate; their kisses were becoming short and meaningless.

When the time came for them to part ways, it hurt her more than she expected it would.  The thought of leaving was appealing but she knew leaving meant that she would no longer feel his soft lips when he kissed her as she sat quiet on the couch, typing away on her lap top. Leaving the town meant she would no longer be able to call him; or to hear his voice whisper words of love.

It broke her heart when she realized that the only way to make the relationship work was if it happened in a small town no one outside of the region had ever heard of.

Embarressed for Rachel

I watch "FRIENDS" episode re-runs as often as I possibly can. I still laugh my ass off and I wonder, will Hollywood ever make a sitcom as good as that again? Anyway...

Tonight, Rachel Green (Jennifer Ainiston) made moves on a client she has been interested in; Josh. Remember him? Well, she invited him to the apartment, while Joey and Chandler still lived in Monica's apartment; and she pretended that they were hosting a going away surprise party for one of Ross' 2 week girlfriends. Anyway...

Rachel made a complete ass of herself trying to seduce him; I was so embarressed for her, why? Well, haven't we all been in that situation?

I have all too often made an ass of myself just trying to impress a man. Thankfully, I've finally found a man ...okay; seriously - I still make a fool of myself in front of my man. LOL - but, he doesn't seem to mind. In the end, Rachel got Josh.

I was wondering. Out of all the times you may have made a fool of yourself, was it a time that you met someone special that led to something, special?

Doesn't it make all of those dating advice columns seem, pointless? Don't we met the one, when we least expect it after all?

My Name Is

Hi, I'm Genevieve

I'm just going to take a moment to write a little something about me

I'm a writer

A sister

A daughter

A friend

A girlfriend

Right Now,

I'm a stay at home girlfriend,

thankful to have a sensitive boyfriend

I spend most of my time writing

I'm a writer

I've worked too many day jobs

Could care less about having another

Looking for work to pay the bills and support my writing

I'm honest

Not always politically correct

I'm professional

but I'm still against censorship

I'm respectful,

considerate and trustworthy

I'm new to Upstate New York

&

I have a lot to learn