Sleepless in Seattle? More Like Heartless in Seattle…
WARNING!!! Since some of you might be faint at heart, I’m warning you what I’m about to say is paramount to romance treason, punishable only by taking away my romance writing badge, laptop, and copies of Romancing the Stone and The Princess Bride (both book and DVD.) Don’t say you weren’t warned.
About 2 weeks ago, I noticed Sleepless in Seattle on TV and ended up recording it to watch later. It’s the perfect movie to watch when doing a batch of ironing (or some similar mundane chore), plus Michael Hauge has referenced it in one of his seminars so I thought it’d be worth a second look, and not to be brushed under the rug, I remember really liking the movie.
So, some 15½ years later and the knowledge I’ve gained by writing, reading and getting older, I came to this conclusion.
Annie is a bee-yatch.
And before the conspiracy theorists start burning up the internet, this has nothing to do with Meg Ryan. I would say this if any other actress played this character (though possibly not as annoying as Meg—okay, there. I said it.) Here’s how I came to that conclusion:
Step One: Annie is driving to Walter’s parents for Christmas and hears Sam on the radio, the first connection is made. No problem there.
Step Two: Annie obsesses about Sam, with mild prodding from her friend and editor Becky (played by a pre-nutsy Rosie O’Donnell). No problem there, either.
Step Two-and-a-half: Becky calls Annie in the middle of the night because Jonah (Sam’s son) is on the radio again, complaining that his dad is on a date and it’s not sitting well with Jonah. Annie goes downstairs, calls Becky back, and sneaks into the broom closet with the radio, where Walter (her freakin’ fiancée!) finds her. Annie lies to him and goes back to bed (with her freakin’ fiancée!) As you can tell, this is where I started to have problems.
Step Three: (And I warn you—here’s where the train seriously started to go off the track for this little engineer.) Annie tells Becky she’s decided to “do a story” on lonely hearts calling into radio shows, and Becky slyly says that she might need to travel somewhere to get a good take on it. Annie, using her newspaper credentials, stalks finds out Sam’s full name and address, bio and type of toothpaste he uses, then flies to Seattle to make some kind of contact with him, but before she goes, she lies to Walter and says she’s flying to Chicago for this piece. So not only is she lying about where she’s going, but what she’s doing (or hopes to be doing) once she gets there!
Step Four: Annie decides to accept Walter (how generous, she said dryly) and they go to dinner on Valentine’s Day at a beautiful restaurant with a view of the Empire State Building (where she’s supposed to meet Sam.) Annie finally comes clean and breaks it off with Walter, then rushes over to the ESB, meets Sam and Jonah, a love connection is made, and they walk off into the romantic New York Valentine’s Day sunset. While she is still sharing a room with Wa
lter at The Drake Hotel. So, this skank is walking hand-in-hand with Sam down the street and he asks “Where are you staying?” and she says, “Er, I was sharing a room with my fiancée, who I dumped 15 minutes ago in the hopes that you were here, because I felt this connection with you and after lying to him for a month, finally decided to break it off. So, do you like Mexican food?”
Seriously! I was watching the part where she runs into the lobby, desperate to get up to the Observation Deck and fulfill her Heart’s Destiny, and the thought popped into my mind, “Yeah, but I wonder what Sam’s going to think when he finds out the selfish and cruel road she took to get here.” I mean, Annie wasn’t that great a chick that Sam is going to go cross-eyed with lust and not care that he could be the next link in Annie’s chain. How does he know she’s not going to move out to Seattle, read about some poor, lonely man in Dr. Abby, and hotfoot it after him? Thus I bestow the title of Heartless Bee-yatch to Annie Reed.
I know, I know—pretty harsh for a romance author. I asked Montana about it, and he suggested that Sam is such a vulnerable hero, we forgive anything in order to see him happy. (And Jonah, too.) But I have to tell you, in my head, that story has been completely rewritten, and Annie is left sad and alone at the Empire State Building, while Sam, Jonah, and Woman-I’ve-Written-In-To-Make-Sam-Deliriously-Happy walk off to live happily ever after.
See? I get to keep my badge.
So This Is What 2009 Looks Like…
So this is 2009.
So far, it looks pretty good, doesn’t it? It was nice to hear New Year wishes from you and I hope you’re all getting back in the swing of “real life.” Yesterday was the first day in three weeks I didn’t get to go home at 2:00 on a Wednesday and get a 4-day weekend after that, so I think that means I’m back in the swing. (Actually, the fact that I didn’t burst into tears and throw a monumental hissy fit meant I was back in the swing, but let’s just keep moving on, shall we?)
If you’re like me, or like many of the people out there (except for Marilyn Brant), January is a time for new thoughts, new plans, and new goals. In one of my writing forums, I was asked for my 2009 goals, so I thought I’d also post them here, because let’s face it–you people are great at keeping me honest.
(Speaking of Marilyn, check out her new website. It’s fabulous!)
Goal #1–Finish editing and polishing the dark historical I wrote last year (Submission title of ONLY A KISS, but I’ll always think of it as BROKEN) and get it out in the spring. My original goal was April 1st, but I’m giving myself leeway to go to May 1st or June 1st. If I don’t tell myself it’s okay to go past the goal date, I’ll push it and send out a not-ready book. That falls under a “Bad Mr. Bingles!” Plus, I adore this book and want to give it every opportunity to shine and glow and get picked up in a 6-figure auction. (Hey, goals are goals.)
Goal #2–As soon as I start BROKEN in the agent dance, I’ll need to start my next book. Do I know what that is yet? No. Do I have 6 bazillion ideas? Yes. Are any of them talking to me? Not yet. I’ve got until the spring, so we’ll see what the girls send up before then.
Goal #2a–Finish Book #6 (see Goal #2) by the end of the year.
Goal #3–Get my website changed to match the darker and richer historical I’ll be pitching rather than the frothy comedic women’s fiction that it had started it under. Minor change, but needs to be done.
Truth be told, that’s about it for the goals. Goal #3 is a gimme and really shouldn’t be on there, but I do like checking things off my list, so that’s a reward for me. Simply put, I want to get BROKEN out and get signed. Rinse and repeat, right? Nationals, finishing my writing space, blogging more–they’re not as much goals as on my task list. For goals, I firmly believe the quote by Robert Browning: “A man’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s a heaven for?” If my reach isn’t exceeding my current grasp, then they’re not goals. Goals are something you have to believe in, to want, to wring blood, sweat and tears out of every step in that path you chose. But that’s me. I’ve never done things the easy way–just ask Montana.
And, for little-bitty updates, here’s how life is going with me right now:
- Slowly savoring Anna Campbell’s TEMPT THE DEVIL. Dang, that girl is good. When my historical gets picked up (notice the positive statement there–not ‘if’ but ‘when’), I’m going to have to give some credit to her for really pushing the historical genre back into place!
- Getting my next guest blogger lined up and I am SO excited! If you like sassy, scorchingly sexy contemporaries, stay tuned!
- Watching season 2 of THE TUDORS and getting set to watch season 3 of CHARMED. We just started season 7 of BUFFY (again), so I’m getting some great snacks and treats for the girls to munch on. Never underestimate watching a great tv show or movie and its power on your creativity.

- Looking forward to feeding my inner geek at an upcoming ComiCon. You want to think outside the box? Find a local or regional comic, alternative fiction, gaming or anime con and just go. Hi, my name is Pam and I’ve loved the X-Men since I was 10.
So that’s it for now. I wish each and every one of you an amazing, successful, happy and peaceful 2009. Go forth and conquer!
(Sorry–looks like geek girl is already making her appearance. Maybe I should get a cape…)
Happy New Year!
I wanted to wish everybody a happy, healthy, and successful 2009. May your celebrations be many and your troubles be few.
See you next week.






