Jamie Wesley's Blog

2018 was not a good year for me as a writer. I published nothing. That was never my intent, but that’s what happened.

I did work on a couple of manuscripts, but I got stuck on one and never really got unstuck. I thought the manuscript was crap and never really got over that feeling. Over the years, I’ve learned the best way to get over that feeling is to actually work on the manuscript and let the magic happen, but my motivation to do that went on sabbatical, and never came back.

I wish I knew why. I’m sitting here trying to figure it out, so I can type something profound to make both you and me understand, but I got nothing. It pains me a lot to say, but I got nothing.

However, as much as people poo-poo the idea of New Year and resolutions (you can start anytime, you don’t have to wait for a manmade point in time blah blah blah blah), the start of the calendar year does offer me a chance to start anew at a specified time that makes sense to my practical mind.

And I am more than ready and willing to take it.

This year, I will be using Powersheets to help me reach my goals. The one-page tending list REALLY appealed to me. One page to see what’s important to me for that month. It’s focused and clear.

Powersheets 2019 - I chose the yellow cover because it’s so joyful, and I need joy in my life.

My January 2019 tending list. Go, Jamie, go! - sung in the style of the Inspector Gadget theme song

The hand sticker at the top says “Reach for your dreams.”

The creator of the Powersheets, Lara Casey, is fond of the saying “Progress, not perfection.” You will never know how much that saying speaks to me. It was exactly what I needed to hear.

You see, when I set deadlines and miss them, that gives me permission to beat myself up. And in 2018, I was constantly black and blue.

So my word for this year is Progress.

As in “Make progress. Progress forward. Progress, not perfection.”

I may not get things done as quickly as I would like, but as long as I’m doing something, i.e. making progress, I’m on the right track. Little by little it will get done. Celebrate the steps, even the teeny tiny ones, rather than be upset that I haven’t completed the journey by the (mostly arbitrary) deadline I gave myself.

In other words, better to celebrate writing 500 words than be mad I didn’t write 2000 like I wanted. Those 500 words are getting me closer to the end, which means I will publish something in 2019. Hip hip hooray!

Progress, not perfection.

 

P.S. Other goals:

This year, I want to read more. I will read more. I love reading. It fills my creativity well like no other. In 2018, I only read 19 books. That’s terrible. Now that I’m a writer (with a full-time day job), I don’t have as much time to read as I did when my solo romance identity was reader. Still, 19 books is pathetic. I can do better than that. My goal is to read one book per week.

P.S. I also plan to get back to blogging. Sports, pop culture, writing, goals. We’ll see how it goes. This was the first step. Progress, not perfection.

I'm so excited! I have a cover for my next book, The Deal With Love. This is the third book in my One-On-One series. We met the hero and heroine, Christian and Elise, in Slamdunked By Love. I hope you enjoy watching them deal with the love (get it, get it!) they never expected. 

I kinda love the cover. I hope you do too!

What's the book about you say? It just so happens that I have a blurb!

Once is never enough.

When filmmaker Christian Monroe runs into fiery—and frustrating—Elise Templeton at a party, the night quickly becomes the hottest one-night stand of their lives. But then her boss hires Christian to make a publicity film about Elise, and suddenly they’re in each other’s space. All day. Every day. And things are getting hotter…

Outside the bedroom, the two have nothing in common. Elise is focused solely on becoming the NBA’s first female general manager. And Christian learned long ago that being a work-a-holic—or being with one—is a recipe for disaster.

But the more Elise reveals her deepest desires and fears to Christian—something she’s done for no man, ever—the more Christian wonders how much longer he can keep his hands off the infuriating woman who rocked his world…

So yeah, I'm excited. If you're so inclined, click below to add The Deal With Love to your To-Be-Read pile on Goodreads!

When I was in the third grade my teacher asked if I had a city library card. I said no, and she said I should get one. I said okay and went home and asked my mom to take me to the library up the street from our house. When I stepped into that library, I fell in love. There were so many books, and I had to read them all. The Dallas Public Library is where I discovered and fell in love with The Baby-sitters Club and so many other books.

I often refer to my middle (and high)middle as a school for nerds because it was a talented and gifted academy. I mention this because in the seventh grade, we took a field trip downtown to the Dallas Central Library to learn how to do research. Because it was a school for nerds, and these are the types of field trips we took. When I stepped foot into this place and saw the young adult section, the heavens sang.

Up until that point, I’d only visited one-story branch libraries. The central library was 8 stories tall and had SOOO many books. I’m sure I learned how to do research that day, but I also took home as many books as I could carry. Later that night, I showed my mom my haul and told her she had to take me back there ASAP because they had SO. MANY. BOOKS.  

She did every time I asked, and it was awesome.

Over the years, I’ve gone to the library less and less as I’ve come to depend on bookstores. Every time I do go, I tell myself I need to go more often. Even if I didn’t want to check out books, they have TONS of movies and TV shows on DVD. It’s like Netflix, but free!

Anywho, a couple of days ago, somehow I got to thinking about Nora Roberts’ Born in Fire. It’s one of, if not my favorite, book. I was like “Oh, I haven’t read it in so long. I want to read it!” Unfortunately, my copy is in a box at my mother’s house all the way across town. But I’m me, and once I become fixated on something, it is O-V-E-R. I can think about nothing else until I get what I want.

So I headed to Amazon to see how much the ebook cost. $7.99. For a book I already own? When I’m as cheap as I am? Yeah, no. But again, I’m me, and I don’t take too kindly to obstacles.

I stewed for a bit until it dawned on me. TRY THE LIBRARY!

I crossed my fingers, went to dallaslibrary.org, and searched for the Born in Fire ebook.

AND THEY HAD IT. AND IT WAS AVAILABLE TO CHECK OUT!

I did so as fast as I could, and soon I was reading Born in Fire. Best decision ever.                                                                 

I fell in love with the book and the characters all over again. And felt completely inadequate as a writer, but that’s okay because the book is sooo good.

So thank you, Dallas Public Library (and other libraries I’ve patroned over the years) for always being there and having SO. MANY. BOOKS.

Welcome to Friday Jams!

For all of my books, I create a playlist. Every Friday, I want to highlight one of those songs and tell you why it made it on the playlist.

When I was writing the below scene in SLAMDUNKED BY LOVE, I needed a word for "terrific." I threw around a bunch of words like "fantastic" and "amazing" but they weren't good enough. All of a sudden, "extraordinary" popped out. As soon as it did, I heard Stacy Barthe singing "extraordinary looove" in my head and I knew it was the perfect word. The only word that would work.
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Excerpt:

He drew away slowly. If she thought about it long enough, she’d be embarrassed that it was she who clung to him, but her mind and senses were too rattled.

“What was that about?” she asked, unwilling to say good-bye to him. Needing to hear him say he was as affected by the kiss as she was.

“I wanted to know what it was like to kiss you just for us, no one else,” he said, confirming her earlier thoughts.

“You were testing a theory?”

“A theory I’ve wondered about way too much.”

“And?” she couldn’t help but ask.

“Ten times better than I remembered. And you? What did you think?”

“It was…” Fantastic. Remarkable. “Good.”

“Good? I can do better than that.” He cupped her nape, sliding his hand into her hair and tugging her head back. She did nothing to stop him. The look in his eye told her he had one goal—to seduce.

He went to work, not in any hurry, teasing her. A slow slide of his lips against her. A small tug on her bottom lip, encouraging her to open up and let him. She did. His tongue swept inside, causing hers to chase his. Their tongues tangled in a slow, perfectly choreographed dance. Degree by degree he took the kiss deeper, drawing her into his web of lust and desire.

Even more so when his hands joined in the action, finding their way inside her dress after finding the zipper on the side. He pushed aside her bra and cupped her breast. He murmured in approval when her nipple tightened against his palm. Squeezed harder. She gasped at the arrow of heat that landed between her legs. Her chest heaved when he drew away.

“How was that?” His voice, so deep, so enthralling, came out husky, like he too felt their insane chemistry which only got more potent each time they touched.

He’d set out to seduce. Had he succeeded? Hell, yeah. “That was…” Her eyes fluttered open. “Extraordinary.”

 

Need to catch up? Day 1 – Day 2 – Day 3 – Day 4 – Day 5 – Day 6 – Day 7

Throughout the trip, my tour mates and I remarked at how surreal it was to be in Spain and how lucky we were. It’s a gorgeous country and so different from my regular life.

After the night (and early morning) at Space, we had a free day in Ibiza, which for me meant sleeping in and not rolling out of bed until after 11 a.m.

When I did rejoin the Land of the Living, I knew exactly how I wanted to spend the day: on a beach reading a book and people-watching.

And that’s exactly what I did for the next few hours. A few tour mates and I took a taxi to the beach by the Bora Bora Resort. I dipped my toe in the water and yanked it out even faster because it was cold.  In any case, the water was gorgeous. I took a few photos because I wanted to remember how colorful and crystal clear the water was – aquamarine and turquoise and amazing with not many waves.

While relaxing, I kept thinking about the chicken club sandwich I’d had the night before. Yeah, I wanted another one. The beach was near the restaurant, so I said good bye to my tour mates who wanted to explore the beach more. When I arrived at the strip where the restaurant was located, I noticed something was different, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I kept walking, and then it hit me! The restaurant was closed! Nooo!! I didn’t notice at first because other restaurants were open, and I was thinking my restaurant was farther down. It was not.

I guess it’s only open at night to take advantage of all the club goers. Sigh. So I went next door and had a really good pasta with cream sauce, ham, and peas dish. Then I went back to the hotel, showered, and put in motion the second part of Jamie’s perfect day – shopping!

We were staying near Old Town, where a bunch of stores were located, so I walked over there. I bought a supercute white skirt from Pimkie and a red striped shirt from Stradivarius.

That night we went to Café del Mar to watch the sun set over the water. Café del Mar is famous for its sunset views. It was obvious why. Beautiful.

The only downside to Café del Mar was that I paid 6 euro for a tiny bottle of Sprite! I will forever be mad about that. The price wasn’t on the menu. If I’d known it cost that much, I would have gotten a mojito for only a little more!

After the sun set, I went back to the hotel and called it a night. I could have gone to Pasha, another famous Ibiza club, but I was tired and not feeling it. Oh well.

So long Ibiza, party capital of the world!

Photo of the Day:

Looking at the photo now, dude looks dorky, but I remember him being really good looking. He was a promoter trying to get us to go to his club. We took photos and then sent him on his way.

Next? Day 9: I get on a boat!

Need to catch up? Day 1 – Day 2 – Day 3 – Day 4 – Day 5 – Day 6

Today was our last day in Barcelona. Most of the tour group went on a bike tour of the city, which I would’ve done if I had any clue how to ride a bicycle, but I don’t and I didn’t think today was the day I needed to try learning.

On the way to the city center where the group would start the bike tour, we stopped at La Pedrera, an apartment building designed by Gaudi. Whoever wasn’t going on the bike tour could get off here if they wanted. I did because like I said yesterday, I didn’t feel like I had maximized my time in Barcelona.

I’m so happy I did. The building was gorgeous. My photos don’t do it justice. Gaudi really was a man ahead of his time. His sense of style and innovation in design are incredible. The view from the roof was amazing. The way he designed the rooms to take in all the natural light, his use of wrought iron, etc…

Below: A couple of interior shots of a replica apartment in La Pedrera. People do still live in the building. Part of it has been converted to a museum, but the rest is composed of residences.

After taking a bunch of photos, I headed to La Rambla to see if I could get some shopping in, but most stores were closed because it was Sunday, but that was all right. I got in some quality people-watching time. Maybe I should have figured out how to get to the beach or something, but I didn’t, so onward!

Next stop: Ibiza! We went to the airport and got through security with no problems, but they do things differently at the Barcelona airport or maybe it was the airline. I don’t know. What I do know is we weren’t assigned a gate to depart from until about 40 minutes before the flight took off. Umm, OK.

I was starving by this point. While roaming Barcelona, I couldn’t decide where to eat and I really didn’t want to go the McDonald’s route. That was a promise I’d made myself before leaving for the trip. Confession: I did use the McDonald’s bathrooms a few times over the two weeks I was in Spain. The place was always packed, so clearly other people were not at all concerned about falling into the American fast food trap.

Also, in case you were wondering, the fast food joints I saw the most in Spain were McDonald’s, Burger King, KFC, and Subway. One more aside: thanks to my tour mates, I now know that Aussies call McDonald’s Mackers (you have to say it with an Australian accent). This is the important cultural stuff you learn when traveling with people from all over the world.

BACK TO THE TRIP: I was starving. I ended up having some seriously unsatisfying pasta Bolognese. I ate it because I was starving, and I paid for it, but it was dry and flavorless. This was one of those times when I would have been better off going to McDonald’s.

By the time I finished eating and wandering through a few stores at the airport, a gate had been assigned for our flight. However, they don’t do boarding groups. They did have us line up in two lines based on seat numbers, but all that did was allow the gate attendants to scan two tickets at one time. And because there were no boarding groups, boarding took forever because of the bottlenecks created by the lack of boarding groups.

Anyway, we left 35-40 minutes after our scheduled departure time, but the flight was only 30 minutes long. Best flight ever!

We took a shuttle to the hotel. After checking in, Chrissy, one of my tour mates, and I went down the street and ate pizza at one of the restaurants by the pier. The food was good, and the waiter was nice. He talked about moving somewhere else, and we were like, “Dude! You live in Ibiza!”

We scarfed the pizza down because we had to get back to the hotel. Why? Because we had to get ready to go to Space!

Before the trip, a tour mate posted something on our group web page about how we would be in Ibiza for the Space Opening Party, which had gotten pushed back a week. My reaction was something along the lines of “Umm, OK?” I asked my BFF Mr. Google what the big deal was. Apparently, Space is the stuff of legend and the Opening Party is even crazier. According to Ms. Wikipedia, “It was awarded "Best Global Club" at the International Dance Music Awards in 2005, 2006, 2012, and again in 2013.”

From another Space website:

“Every year the Space Ibiza club put on a show of ridiculous proportions, completely transforming the already cavernous club into a festival of music.

The biggest difference to the club is the erection of a massive open-air arena which adds well over 7,000 extra capacity to the club making a total capacity of around 15,000 for the Space Opening Party 2015! This new arena is called the ‘flight arena.’

The flight arena often has the biggest DJs playing and is open from the afternoon until Midnight – when the party doesn’t stop but continues inside to the rest of the club. Every area is open and alive with different music. It’s like a maze inside Space and you can get lost in the music for hours!”

So yeah, that’s where we were going. We’d bought tickets to the party earlier in the day and headed to a bar down the street from Space because the drinks were cheaper than those sold in Space. I downed the strongest mojito I’ve ever tasted at the encouragement of my tour mates.

Space was insane. So many rooms. House music. Packed bodies gyrating and inhaling Lord only knows what. All was well until I went to the bathroom, and I came out and my group was no longer where I’d left them. Luckily, a few other tour mates had also gotten separated from the larger group, so I wasn’t totally alone. Eventually, somehow (remember there are at least 5 rooms packed with thousands of people) I found the larger group. We danced for a few hours to some trippy house music which really isn’t my thing, but I’m glad I went.

I mean how often do you get to say you went to the Space Opening Fiesta in Ibiza?!!

After we left, we went to a restaurant across the street. I was just going to have some fries and call it a night, but then I saw this chicken/ham club sandwich on the menu, and I had to have it. Oh. My. God. It was sooo good. Like sooo good. I want to fly to Ibiza just so I can eat that sandwich again. Seriously.

A taxi ride later, we were back at the hotel. I’d survived Space.

Photo of the Day:

That's Nicole, one of my tour mates, on the shoulders of someone in the tour group at Space

What's next? Day 8: Even more fun in Ibiza!

 

Need to catch up? Day 1 – Day 2 – Day 3 – Day 4 – Day 5

We started the day doing a walking tour of the Gothic quarters in Barcelona.

Catedral de Santa Eulalia

Yes, that’s a wall with bullet holes in it put there during the Spanish Civil War. Apparently, Spaniards don’t like talking much about this painful part of their history, but the walls with the bullet holes remain, so…

Here are the steps where the man who “discovered” America stood to show off his great find from the New World: the potato.

After the walking tour, we had the rest of the day to ourselves, which meant I could do whatever I wanted, but that requires plans and/or a familiarity with the city that I didn’t have.

So I probably should have bought a ticket to go inside Gaudi’s church, but I didn’t. I forgot or got lazy or something. I wandered around Barcelona with some of my tour mates, which was fun, but I still can’t help think I was missing something. We went into a few stores to shop, but I didn’t buy anything.

I will say that Barcelona is beautiful. Shocking, I know. There are an endless number of side streets you can wander through and never come to an end. There’s always another street.

Yeah, that's me trying to recreate the pose from the statue. The pose was a lot more awkward than I realized.

The coolest thing was seeing one side street completely filled with Bilbao soccer club fans. Athletic Bilbao was playing FC Barcelona in the Copa del Rey championship that night, and the Bilbao fans had come into the city to watch. It was insane. Bilbao is the only team that requires that all its players be from Bilbao.

Anyway, back to the fans. They were chanting and waving flags in their Bilbao jerseys as far as the eye could see. It was sooo cool.

Not cool? All the walking we did today. Walking, walking, walking. My feet started to KILL me. I did have a good time hanging out with my tour mates, but it was a long day after not getting much sleep the night before. At one point, we stumbled into a café. It didn’t look like much from the outside, but it had this cool courtyard in the back. We happily took our seats and ordered sangrias. I’ve never drunk so much sangria in my life, but it’s good stuff.

Almost forgot this story: we’re sitting on the steps of a church (I think) taking a rest. I think we’d stopped for gelato. Anyway, this guy came out of the church and basically just fell down the stairs. It was so hard not bursting into laughter. Poor dude.

Later that evening, we joined up with the rest of the tour group and did a walking tapas tour, where we tried tapas in a different restaurants. We started in the Mercat de la Boqueria where we were supposed to do this scavenger hunt thing. Meh. The whole tapas tour was kinda meh. Again, I was exhausted and the tour was in a different neighborhood than La Rambla, a long street/shopping district in Barcelona where we’d spent the day, so we walked and walked some more. Did I mention my feet were killing me?

After the tapas dinner, I returned to the hotel. Some of my tour mates stayed to watch the soccer match on huge TV screens set up in Catalunya, the city center, with all the Bilbao fans. I was too tired. I watched the game in my hotel bed. In case you were wondering, FC Barcelona won.

Photo of the Day:

The Bilbao fans! There was no other choice. I hope you can see how far back the mass of people extended. Blocks and blocks. I'm so glad I got to see it!

Tomorrow - Day 7: Are you in Ibiza? Cuz I'm in Ibiza!

Need to catch up? Day 1 – Day 2 – Day 3 – Day 4

This morning we headed to Zaragova first.

The cathedral there is huge.

 

I didn’t take any pictures inside because we weren’t supposed to. Others did, but I didn’t want God’s smite to fall on me, so I just walked around. It was beautiful though. It’s hard to imagine people building something so intricate and timeless today.

We only spent an hour in the town because we had to get to Barcelona!

It was a long bus trip – about 6 hours. When we arrived, we did a driving tour around the city.

I’m pretty sure this is Olympic Stadium. We couldn't get the bus closer because they had the road closed for of construction or something. 1992 was the year I started watching/obsessing about the Olympics, so Barcelona, the host of the 1992 Summer Olympics, has always held a special place in my heart. I wish we could have gotten closer/done a tour, but oh well.

We also visited a church, La Sagrada Familia, which Gaudi designed. Work on the church started in 1882 (Gaudi took over in 1883) and it’s STILL not finished. It was Gaudi’s masterpiece. The architecture and design is incredible. It’s scheduled to be finished in 2040. I think that’s an optimistic estimate.

Before heading out to the clubs, we had a group tapas dinner on top of the world (or a building overlooking the city).

I believe today was the day it hit me that Spaniards LOVE pork. Since I’m a ham and bacon fan, that’s A-OK with me! We had bacon/ham, white asparagus, Spanish omelet (which I became obsessed with during the trip), a gazpacho dip/soup thing, and a cheesecake gelatinous thing. It was good. Portions in Spain tend to be smaller than what Americans are used to, but we’ll deal.

After dinner, we went to a bar, Jagerbomb, owned by a friend of our tour guide. Good times were had by all. Lowlight: one of my tour mates had a wee bit too much to drink and projectile vomited on another tour mate. I’m STILL upset I missed it!

Me and a couple of my tour mates, Zai and Chrissy. Aren't they supercute?

After all that excitement we went to another club, Shoko. It was insane! We got in without having to wait in line or pay because clearly we were VIPS or our tour guide knew the right person, but I know which explanation makes a better story.

We had so much fun, but there were a TON of people inside. We stayed for a few hours then went across the street to a restaurant and ate pizza to close out the night.

Photo of the Day:

A dancer/paid employee at Shoko. Isn't she cool?

Tomorrow- Day 6: Oh, the (Mass of) Humanity Part Dos

 

 

Need to catch up? Day 1 – Day 2 – Day 3 – Day 4

This morning we headed to Zaragova first.

The cathedral there is huge.

 

I didn’t take any pictures inside because we weren’t supposed to. Others did, but I didn’t want God’s smite to fall on me, so I just walked around. It was beautiful though. It’s hard to imagine people building something so intricate and timeless today.

We only spent an hour in the town because we had to get to Barcelona!

It was a long bus trip – about 6 hours. When we arrived, we did a driving tour around the city.

I’m pretty sure this is Olympic Stadium. We couldn't get the bus closer because they had the road closed for of construction or something. 1992 was the year I started watching/obsessing about the Olympics, so Barcelona, the host of the 1992 Summer Olympics, has always held a special place in my heart. I wish we could have gotten closer/done a tour, but oh well.

We also visited a church, La Sagrada Familia, which Gaudi designed. Work on the church started in 1882 (Gaudi took over in 1883) and it’s STILL not finished. It was Gaudi’s masterpiece. The architecture and design is incredible. It’s scheduled to be finished in 2040. I think that’s an optimistic estimate.

Before heading out to the clubs, we had a group tapas dinner on top of the world (or a building overlooking the city).

I believe today was the day it hit me that Spaniards LOVE pork. Since I’m a ham and bacon fan, that’s A-OK with me! We had bacon/ham, white asparagus, Spanish omelet (which I became obsessed with during the trip), a gazpacho dip/soup thing, and a cheesecake gelatinous thing. It was good. Portions in Spain tend to be smaller than what Americans are used to, but we’ll deal.

After dinner, we went to a bar, Jagerbomb, owned by a friend of our tour guide. Good times were had by all. Lowlight: one of my tour mates had a wee bit too much to drink and projectile vomited on another tour mate. I’m STILL upset I missed it!

Me and a couple of my tour mates, Zai and Chrissy. Aren't they supercute?

After all that excitement we went to another club, Shoko. It was insane! We got in without having to wait in line or pay because clearly we were VIPS or our tour guide knew the right person, but I know which explanation makes a better story.

We had so much fun, but there were a TON of people inside. We stayed for a few hours then went across the street to a restaurant and ate pizza to close out the night.

Photo of the Day:

A dancer/paid employee at Shoko. Isn't she cool?

Tomorrow- Day 6: Oh, the (Mass of) Humanity Part Dos