..and whiskers on kittens...

Is that not a cool title for a blog post? And, no, it has nothing to do with anything. I just liked it. In my next life I will have a glorious voice and sing my way through the Alps.

                It grieves me to admit this, but I might have the slightest tendency toward being bossy. I shouldn’t really mind this all that much since sometimes it’s necessary to be the yes-right-now decision maker. However, if you knew how much I complained about other people being bossy, you’d know why the realization that I am makes me do a Thumper-like head drop of embarrassment. So, to those I’ve bossed, sorry.

                Sometimes, though, good things can come of...well, not

so good. From a conversation following my apology to the other Wranglers, the declaration was made that we were after all princesses; therefore, I needed me a tiara, Kristi was in for boas, Nan waved her arm wanting to bring out her magic wand (I’ve traveled with her—I think she really does carry one, but you didn’t hear that from me), and Margie started designing wings PLUS wants her own wand! It made for a fun morning.

                So I thought I’d say something about bosses. And writing.

And why I—and I’ll bet some others among you masses that visit us here—continue to stick with traditional publishing. I have said all along that I don’t “go indie” because I’m lazy and because I’m too old to want to learn new things. And that’s true. But there’s more to it.

                I don’t want, in this instance at least, to be my own boss.

Maybe this comes from being an employee my entire working life where, even though coworkers and

I made decisions on a daily basis, the buck didn’t really stop with us. I like doing the work, both then and now, and I like—sometimes—pressure to get it done in a timely manner. Like anyone else, I don’t like it when the boss—in this case the publisher—says No. I’ll argue the point, I’ll say “what if I do this?” and I’ll pout some. But   I’ll go on, and when I win the crapshoot and the boss says Yes, I’m loving it. For me, the writing is the easy part (yes, really); the revising is the fun part (Yes, really, again. You know what the boss wants. It’s great!); and the other stuff I don’t have to worry a lot about are the icing on the cake.

                I’m not including promotion in this little Pollyanna saga about having a boss. You all know that doesn’t work anymore.

                Back to being bossy. And, yes, I will happily admit this post makes no sense at all, but I’m having fun writing it. So, no I won’t go back to being bossy after all. I’ll go with questions for you. Gee, how unusual is that? just came from the peanut gallery, but Wranglers have nothing if not inquiring minds, so, yeah, we want to know:

1.       Do you want to be the boss or do you like being the employee who just loves her job?

2.       What’s your princess accessory of choice? And don’t anybody say “prince.” We are women—hear us roar.