Ms. Dominique tweets for Writing the Romance Novel

 Spiritual Advice in the manner of Elizabeth Gilbert’s “Eat, Pray, Love”

“One night I remember asking myself, while I was slowly curling up in the same old corner of my couch, in tears yet again over the same old sorrow and sadful thoughts, ‘Is there anything about this scene you can change?’ Is this character just gonna keep on screwing the next guy that comes along, and the next, and the next…. '

“And all I could think to try to do was stand up, while still sobbing, and try to balance on one foot in the middle of my bedroom. Just to prove that — while I couldn’t stop the tears, or change my character’s nature, or change my always dismal interior dialogue — I was not yet totally out of control : At least I could cry hysterically while holding one leg and balanced on one foot and imagining my characters trying to have sex in that position.”

Ms. Dominique tweets for Charles Dickens

 Spiritual Advice in the manner of Elizabeth Gilbert’s “Eat, Pray, Love”

“My mother used to read us A Christmas Carol every year around the holidays, and my father, when I was 14, suggested that I might like to dress up as Tiny Timmy, which I did. As I grew older, I worked my way up to the more difficult characters, and finally in my late teens got to play the Ghost of Christmas Passed-Gas. Nothing I have ever read has filled me with more wonder. And magic beans.

"When I was struggling through re-reading my own first novel, I dressed up, again and again, as characters in A Christmas Carol. I lit a fire in the fireplace. And I studied his book as a primer on how to tell a story — basically, how to write a novel. And then I threw A Christmas Carol in the fire, so that it would serve to spiritually illuminate my own book. After all, it was getting dark outside. And cold.”

Ms. Dominique tweets for Silence

 Spiritual Advice in the manner of Elizabeth Gilbert’s “Eat, Pray, Love”

“I can't listen to anything when I'm writing — not the radio, not music. It tends to interfere with the voices in my head. I envy my friends who are painters because they can listen and work at the same time. I need the stillness and quiet, largely because I tend to read aloud to myself as I'm working (at least this is what I tell anybody in the same room with me). But I've gotten out of the habit of listening to music at all lately — maybe because I'm talking too much?”

Ms. Dominique tweets on Life

Spiritual Advice in the manner of Elizabeth Gilbert’s “Eat, Pray, Love”

On Life:

“You know, I think that for one mere individual person to believe that she is like, the Holy Vessel ... you know, like the Fount of Wisdom and the Essence of the Goddess and The Source of all divine & creative knowledge—knowable and unknowable—and the Eternal Mystery of Life. This is just a smidge too much responsibility to put on one fragile, human psyche. It's like asking somebody to swallow the sun. Or spit.”

Ms. Dominique tweets for Dealing with that Mr. Time Guy

 Spiritual Advice in the manner of Elizabeth Gilbert’s “Eat, Pray, Love”

“Time, if you keep chasing it hard, will drive you to death. 

"Mr. Time — when pursued like a bad habit — will behave like one: always moving one room ahead of you, changing its name and hair color to elude you, slipping out the back door of the hotel just as you’re running through the lobby with your newest court-ordered paternity test, and — more often than not — he’s leaving only an empty bottle of lotion and a used condom in the ashtray to taunt you. 

“One day I’ll catch that lousy son-of-a-bitch, and then—POW!”

“Quote of the Day” Earl Lee, author of Raptured

 

Ms. Dominique tweets her "Quote of the Day" 

“Last night I had a strange dream. I went out with some friends from work and they were talking about a contest at a local bar downtown called the “Not Gay Anymore” contest. They decided that I should enter the contest because—being straight—I would almost certainly win.

“So we all went downtown and I entered the contest. There were six gay guys in the contest and me. The contest involved kissing several women and having them rate you on a scale of 1 to 10. The first woman who came up to me looked like Archie Panjabi,  the actress who plays Kalinda on the tv show The Good Wife.

“We started kissing and, after a few minutes, she started to have this massive orgasm: her legs buckled and she almost fell before I caught her.

“Seconds later there were five more women in line, all waiting to kiss me.”

“This contest took about an hour, and at the end (even though none of the other women had orgasms) I was the clear winner of the “Not Gay Anymore” contest.

“The bar owner gave me a coupon for free chili fries and he named a sandwich after me. It is called: The Amazing Early Whirly ‘Not Gay Anymore’ Taco-dog sandwich. It is made with a hard shell taco, stuffed with cheese and lettuce, and a hot dog forced in. And then chili is poured over it until the taco shell cracks.

“Yes, this is what my dreams are like.”

Ms. Dominique tweets for Seeing Gene’s Tongue

Spiritual Advice in the manner of Elizabeth Gilbert’s “Eat, Pray, Love”

 “I want to have a lasting experience with God someday. Or maybe Gene Simmons. Yeah, that would be good, too. There are times I feel like I understand the divinity of this world, but then I lose it because I get distracted by my petty desires and fears. And that tongue!”