Friday, December 31, 2010
OUT OF THE SHADOWS
I don’t usually like stories that are strongly erotic, but this story is very powerful.
2010 Golden Palm
THE ONES: BLOOD WARS
The level of detail and comparisons (of pixy/sprites to Canadian/American) and the way characters’ appearances came to life showed a real gift. Love your world and your people.
2010 Golden Gateway
Happy New Year!
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
You're wondering why not? Your mind will be on many things, but judging an entry isn't one of them. You feel obligated and you've always followed through on what you promised. But what do you do? You answer the questions in one to three words and it comes across as rude and uncaring. But, heh! you're not letting the coordinator down.
Oh, yes, you are. I promise. I don't know a coordinator out there who wouldn't prefer you email her and say, "I'm so sorry but I had a lot to go wrong and need to pass on judging."
I've had a couple judges tell me that and I always say, "Don't worry. You just take care of yourself/daughter/son/husband/mother/dog and we'll find a judge." And I mean it. I rather a judge tell me "Sorry, no can do," the day before deadline (though I prefer as soon as they receive the entries), than answer the score sheet with resentment or their mind on other things.
So next time you judge a contest, believe me when I say you don't have to do it. We coordinators don't keep a "red" list of bad judges (kind of wish we did, but that would be another can of worms) and you can change your mind.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Oh, yes. I predict I will be feeling mighty good.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
One thing I noticed about music used in movies set in the 60s or 70s, they usually play the tunes from the end of the decade. The movie can be set in 1964, but they'll play Steppenwolf's Magic Carpet Ride from the late 60s. Early 60s was more Beatles and Peter, Paul & Mary.
Whenever I hear people talk about the disco age being in the 70s, I point out disco didn't really show up until the later part. There was a lot of great music then from the Jackson 5, Allman Brothers, Marshall Tucker Band, and Roberta Flack.
So much great music no matter the type or decade.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
I thought the bit about smiling was interesting and the dancing around too funny. Plus I wanted to share.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Isn't that part of the reason (along with lack of funds) why we dread Christmas coming around so quickly? We want to give people we care about something they want and can use.
Maybe it'll come back to mind.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Actually I had finished it once before but didn't like the ending (really the last half of the book) and cut that part out and started over from there. Now it has a new ending.
Next step is editing and getting others to read it through. A few people have read the first few chapters but as you guessed, not the whole thing.
I'm so happy.
So what should I write or work on next? I have several projects I could work on including a historical. Hmmm.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
I remember asking my sister, “Who’s singing that?”
“The Beatles,” she said all grown up for a twelve year old. I was eight.
I remembered thinking that was a funny name.
You’re probably wondering, what was the song’s name?
“I Wanna Hold Your Hand.”
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Oh, I do plan to spend the night with a friend of mine. (Hi, Diane!) That will be fun. We’ll talk about writing and family all evening.
Then on Monday night I plan to spend the night with my dad. That’s always enjoyable as we talk all evening and watch whatever he likes on the TV. I try to talk him into letting me buy dinner, but you know how dad’s are.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
One thing about working with women who never had children, they’re not very understanding when it comes to being absent because of a sick child. Thankfully my two girls are grown, but I remember every time I turned around one of them was sick and I had to take off. It was rough. A lot of vacation used taking my children to the doctor or staying home with them.
What really amazes me is when they start giving advice on raising children. I’m sure part of it stems from hearing their friends talk about raising their own and they’re passing on information, but really think about. If you never owned a plane, what kind of advice can you give on taking care of one? Even if all your friends own one.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Sorry to tease.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
What I’ve seen is when the entrant receives a pretty low score and lots of comments on how so much is wrong, they ignore all the hard work of the judge and toss it away. I know if she makes around 70 and the judge concentrates on the major errors, she’ll be more apt to take the comments to heart. It would be unlikely that her manuscript would final anyway. If the unlikely did happen, that would mean the other two judges loved it and gave it a 90 or higher and didn’t see what you did. As we all know, judging is so subjective.
Just my opinion.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Now, I don’t mean as in money or someone else’s possessions. I’m referring to telling people how you feel about a situation or even about them. Unless someone asks for your opinion about something they did or said, keep it to yourself. People don’t want to hear how to improve on themselves unless they ask and sometimes not even then. Because really think about it. The person “being honest” is only expressing their opinion and it doesn’t necessarily mean they’re right.
It’s like having lunch with your very best friend who walks into the restaurant wearing a bright red polka-dot dress and it makes her look forty pounds heavier. As a friend, you’re tempted to tell her the dress does nothing for her. You know, in the sake of just being honest.
While you’re eating, you continue the internal debate and then it finally registers what she’s telling you. It turns out the dress is the last gift her dearly beloved mother ever gave her before she died. The mother had it fashioned just for her by a famous Paris designer. And moments before, her husband had told her how red polka-dots just turn him on and he can’t wait for her to return home so they can make wild, passionate love.
Now aren’t you glad you kept your mouth shut and hadn’t been “honest?”
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Blurbs are a funny thing. The free book I’m reading right now had a pretty good blurb, but so far I’ve had to push myself to keep reading after the first chapter. The author has several books with the same publisher. So we know the editor likes them, but there’s no pizzazz. The sexual tension gets lost in the plot. They’re running around trying to figure out who killed a woman but so far they have five candidates. Considering this book is a small one, that’s way too many. It actually drags down the story.
Some time ago, I read the blurbs on a few of my favorite books and realized, if I hadn’t liked the author so much, I wouldn’t have bought the book. So subjective.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Why am I saying that?
Well, the grocery store had a sell on their Halloween candy the day before and, yes, I bought two huge bags. I really need to take the candy to work and give it away. But there's a lot around the office.
I've been playing like it's not sitting in the cabinet. Not calling my name. Carrrllla, come and eat this delicious creamy chocolate.
Good thing my cold has my ears stopped up.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Then on Saturday was the Romance Readers Luncheon our chapter puts on. It was the smallest attendance we've ever had but so much fun. Peggy is a natural storyteller like my dad.
The bad thing about the whole weekend is my sinus became infected. When I left the luncheon I went straight to bed. So I've been doping myself up with over-the-counter medicine. I'm a little better, but boy, oh, boy, I'm sore all over from coughing.
First sinus infection since my surgery a couple years ago. Tomorrow, I should be better.
It's now time to go and watch THE WALKING DEAD.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Let me give you an example. When my youngest daughter was just a few months old, she was having a problem going to sleep one evening. It was around nine o’clock and I was exhausted. My husband was working the night shift and my oldest was already in bed. She had just drifted off to sleep in my arms when the phone rang. She jumped and started crying. Actually screaming. I answered the phone.
“Is (insert a strange name here) there?”
“You have the wrong number.” I hung up. Yes. That may have been rude but surely the guy heard the child crying. She was in my lap.
After a couple minutes, I was able to get her quiet and close her eyes.
The phone rang again. Yes. I should’ve placed the phone off the hook, but 1) my husband may have needed us and 2) I rarely get phone calls that time of night.
“You’re the rudest bitch and you can f**k off.” Click.
Didn’t he hear the child crying (again)? I would’ve happily explained to him that due to his ignorance he’d woken my child twice.
Yes. I’m glad I no longer have a “house” phone where anyone and his brother can act like a turkey. And I’m especially glad for caller ID on my cell phone where I can return the call and explain why they’re wrong. And if the number doesn’t show up on my dial…I don’t answer. Anyone who is above board won’t mind me seeing their number.
Of course, the guy probably had a bad day. The person he was calling might have owed him a bunch of money and if he didn’t get that money, he wouldn’t be able to have that operation or he’d lose his house, etc. But he had to have heard the child crying. Anyway, next time someone is rude to you. Think. Did you make an error? And don’t go out of your way to be rude back. Be the better person.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
And funny thing is I always (at least I think I do) say “I suggest…” or “In my opinion….” I really don’t understand why people get offended by someone’s suggestions/opinions. They don’t have to follow them. And I can tell you I’ll be the last person to say, “I told you so” if they don’t listen to them. I’ve had it done to me many times. There’s no way one person can take everyone opinions and suggestions to heart. We would go crazy doing so. But if you ask for people’s opinions, you have to at least respect that they offer. I can’t stand how some people will not offer suggestions or opinions when asked and then later tell you where you went wrong. Now that’s just not right.
I have to keep reminding myself I can’t make everyone happy or get them to like me. I guess I could go around “sulled up” (southern for sulking) and feeling sorry for myself. But what good would that do? I will continue to give suggestions when asked to do so. The rest of the time, I’ll bite my lip.
I’m sure before you know it, I’ll have full lips like people for some strange reason think are sexy.
[Add: Maybe the reason some people think I'm bossy is because at work I have to sound sure of myself when I talk with my customers. Since I work with mainly men and deal with mainly male customers, if I didn't sound like I know what I'm talking about, they would chew me up and spit me out daily. I'm sure some of that spills over to by "personal" life, but like I said, I try then to add "I suggest" or "my opinion."]
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
"With all due respect, M, I think you don't have the balls for this job."
"Perhaps. But the advanage is, I don't have to think with them all the time."
An admiral to M (James Bond's boss) in Tomorrow Never Dies.
Monday, November 1, 2010
You have an ambitious cousin trying to court you without your father’s permission. Why should he care about consanguineous laws? When you finally tell him to get lost, that you’re in love with a nice young Englishman, what does he do? He attacks you as you come out of church one morning, rips your best gown, throws you on the ground and leans over to slap you several times for emphasis. Instead of kidnaping you, so you two could marry, what does he do? He just rides off, the bastard (figuratively and literally)!
Who are the young lovers?
Matilda and her soon-to-be-husband, William the Conqueror.
Few noble marriages lasted longer than fifteen years. When a wife dies in childbirth, the husband would take a second wife or third, and so on, each much younger. When the elder husband dies, the last wife would often take a younger husband to take care of the estate.
Queen Eleanor, wife of Henry II, introduced silk worms into her province of Aquitaine.
Berengaria of Navarre, wife of Richard I never set a foot in England.
Once when King John suspected his second wife, Isabella of Angorilme, of having a lover, he had the man hanged and the body suspended over her bed. Why is it possible for us to believe he died of poisoning?
In a list of household goods owned by Eleanora of Castile, queen to Edward I, were two forks, one of silver and one of crystal.
During Richard II’s reign, his wife, Anne of Bohemia, introduced the side-saddle. The belief was riding astride caused miscarriages.
Before the 16th century, forks were mainly used for sweet meats and carving meat.
When sharing a meal, a person must not touch the food with his right hand, only his left.
It was permissible to drink direct from the jug or pitcher as long as you wiped the vessel afterwards.
Crusaders brought back several new fabrics, such as, cotton, diaphanous muslin, patterned damask and gauze.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Oh, another thing. My writers' group contest has the maximum score at 100 points. I can tell you, anyone with a 90 or less on more than one entry, rarely finals, and never in the big three categories (Romantic Suspense, Single Title and Unique Genres). So personally I seldom give anyone a score below a 70. To me, no matter how bad the entry is, giving a small score is senseless and demoralizing to the entrant. The person is going to ignore your critique (see paragraph above). So critique kindly and be generous within reason on your scoring. Like I said, they won’t final anyway. Just my personal opinion.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
There are two parts of our family tree we can’t search. One you can probably guess is because my father’s mother’s father was an orphan and he didn’t remember anything about his family. Or at least claimed he didn’t. My cynical side showing here. Then my mother’s mother’s family was from the Netherlands and their last name was Smith. You can imagine in the U.S. that’s a very popular name. Unless you have specifics, which most of us don’t, it’s near to impossible to locate that branch of the family. And if you have specifics, why are you looking? Duh.
My sis has done big time research on my dad’s family. They’re mainly Welsh, but with a mix of English, Irish, and Scottish. Can we say United Kingdom?
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Then those other days come along, the ones I could pinch babies and kick dogs. I don’t like myself and I make others suffer along with me. No kindness or consideration of others cross my mind. I feel that dark cloud suffocating me with its negativity. I hate those days and thankfully they are few and far in-between.
So, the question was, is it easier to be mean or nice? How much work does it take to be either? The answer is no work at all. But it is the aftermath that gets you. The clean up of hurt feelings and damaged relationships. So I strive to remain positive and when I do get in those terrible funks, I keep my mouth shut and away from people.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Use to most romance novels had couples on them, with the woman showing her overflowing lovelies for all to gander and the guy fully clothed, staring off in the distance, like the woman didn’t even exist. Then someone at Johanna Lindsey’s publishing house got smart. They would show the woman half dressed as usual but the man would be naked, staring down the woman at his feet. Now they were getting the idea. I didn’t read the novels for the beautiful women, it was the MEN!
Then the last few years, I noticed it first on Sherrilyn’s books, the publishers realized women do indeed loved looking at men. The covers of half clothed men appeared. I didn’t even care that some books didn’t have the men’s faces on them. For that part I always stuck my husband’s face on them anyway. My husband has a nice body, but he doesn’t have ten hours a day to workout and sculpt abs like on the cover models…though most are airbrushed in. Sorry, ladies.
But I’m very happy the publishers finally got the idea. Oh, yeah, I’m so very happy.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Today, I was watching a movie with a classic tale of a fat boy who did good and became slim and handsome and returns to his hometown determined to show the girl he loved what she missed out on. The fat boy you can sub in bad boy and it would be like so many of the romance books I love to read.
In fact, it gave me a great idea of a new book. So instead of starting on it (like I use to in the old days), I jotted down the concept in my file called "Miscellaneous." This is actually the second file I started with miscellaneous thoughts. The other one I have saved on a flash drive and some of the ideas I've already used separately or combined in a few of my stories. It sure comes in handy and keeps you from forgetting that next great story.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Girls are easy to deal with. Yes, they’re hormonal but you are too. So you know to either hug them or leave them alone. Yes, some slimy boy can get them pregnant and walk away. But that’s where you educate them in the ways of boys and men and sex. Yes. You do have to talk with them and teach them to be ladies. I’ve never understood the world’s belief that raising girls were any harder than boys. At least with a girl, I don’t have to worry about her growing up to be a serial killer. Think. White men are more likely to be one than a woman. I don’t have to worry about her being an alcoholic (men are the greater percentage), walking away from their kids (men continue in the larger share) or beat their husbands (what do you think?).
Sure the parents of girls normally have to buy more clothes (boys are known to wear the same outfit for days), purchase cars (most boys have to work for theirs, but they are also notorious for making more money even at part-time jobs), or pay for weddings (the boys’ pay for rehearsal and rent a tux…whoopee-do). But then for boys, they crash their cars and the insurance goes up and they get tickets and insurance goes up. We can go on and on, but you get the idea.
It’s all in the way you look at it. Right?
I will say no matter girl or boy, children are wonderful. Well, my children are. Don’t know about yours. LOL!
Friday, October 22, 2010
Then I got to work and was told by three different customers, one co-worker and a sales engineer (another co-worker) that they enjoyed working with me. WOW! That's nice to hear. And though they're always nice to me, they rarely say anything like that.
I went to my hair appointment and my hair dresser and her assistant both told me how much they love seeing me come in and not just for the business. Her assistant who's a teenager said I was cool. That's high praise.
Wow! I needed all of that. Yes. I feel good. And my hair is so pretty.
Thank you, Lord.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
For now, I'm trying to finish up my first person paranormal, encourage people to judge my writers' group's contest and send the entries out to the volunteers.
Friday, October 15, 2010
I guess people somewhere open those emails and purchased the things they’re selling. Surely, the quantities would be less if they didn’t.
What struck me so funny was the subject lines. Of course, you have the usual, “Be a stallion in bed,” “Great sex for free,” and “Last longer for free.” Then there are the ones you can tell they’re translating and doing it poorly, “Professional Man Snake hardeners,” or “Maximize Your Man Snake.” Eeek! Keep that snake away from me! LOL!
And where do they get off with telling me, “Erectile issues are not your fault”? I know that. I don’t own one. Unless you count…nah, we ain’t going there. They obviously think only men are interested in sex and are the only ones on the internet.
I do wonder if I clicked on all of those spam emails, would I have a great sex life and clear skin? I do know if that was true I certainly wouldn’t need the anxiety pills they offer.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
I love have she writes the bad guys who are the heroes. Their sexy and so redeemable. Of course, in real life I would stay miles and miles away from them.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
If the friend just appears to be letting off steam, I’ll agree and nod my head, listening intently, adding words like, “I can’t believe he/she did that,” “Oh, my goodness, that’s awful,” or “Some people don’t have a lick of sense.”
After she gets it all off her chest, she’ll realize what a good friend you are and how you’re a great listener. Too often when you try to calm a person down, they’ll turn that anger on you. So you have to tread carefully, and usually listening is best.
Unless they have a gun. Then try to calm them down and see the other side. Be sure to duck behind cover first.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Mr. Curtis died yesterday at the age of 85. He was one of those fellows who looked so good but had a sense of humor. I remember seeing a biography on him once. He and his first wife, Janet Leigh, would have friends over and make home movies with everyone playing parts. I always wished I was one of their kids. It looked like so much fun.
On an ironic note, today is the Flintstones’s 50th Anniversary. Tony lent his voice for Stoney Curtis, a character based on him.
(And as kids, my sister’s favorite musician was Paul McCartney and mine was Ringo Starr.)
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Of course, this could be a new thing all of them started doing. BUT, I have to think it means I've improved and about to take flight and grab that star I've been reaching for for so long.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
I've been editing my first person vampire book. It's a lot better than I thought. I feel good about it. Wish me luck.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
A few months ago, I purchased a bottle of expensive makeup that would help keep wrinkles away. Yes. I've been thinking about that especially after I had surgery a few years ago and dark circles/bags showed up beneath my eyes. Those are gone (almost) now with the help of some wonderful creams. Anyway, I bought the makeup and used it some months ago and didn't use it again until yesterday.
Oh, my, I remembered why I hadn't continued to use it. The stuff made my eyes sting and burn yesterday. By the time I got home I was sick. I quickly washed it off and put it up. I just can't make myself throw it away. Remember, I said "EXPENSIVE." I'll see if someone else might want to try it. It has a pump on it, so it shouldn't have any of my germs in it. And it probably won't bother other people.
Thankfully, I have another jar of makeup waiting. The stuff I usually use. No one would ever want me to go out and about without makeup on. Too scary.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Well, today I read an advertisement about a Mom Cave. If I remember correctly, it was for decorating supplies. Anyway, I thought it was a great thought. My hubby has given his Man Cave to me. Isn't that sweet? I didn't nag or bother him. It was his idea.
Hmmm. What does he want? What has he done wrong? No. No. No. :sigh: Whatever it was, I'm benefiting and I won't look a horse in the mouth.
I don't think I'll call it a Mom Cave as I no longer have any little ones at home. So let's call it a Writing Cave. It's where I will get inspired and maybe even write or revise my first published book. Hey, I have nine completed books I can work with. Or is that ten? I can't remember anymore.
I'm so excited and ready to move in. He's painted the walls a light golden yellow (like honey). It has French doors on both ends with white trim. So plenty of light to energize me. He's putting in loads of shelves for books. When it's done, I'll post a picture of it.
After he finishes that room, we're (I'll supply money and a few opinions, but he keeps me away as he likes to be in control) redoing the main bath. Can't wait for that too!
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Anyway, it was cool. It's also a sign that someone is buying and selling something. Maybe a good sign for the economy. I hope so.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Anne Stuart's RUTHLESS
Delightful book and the next one RECKLESS was wonderful too. Anne writes some of the most spine-tingling, sexy anti-heroes I love to read.
[Note: I'm late posting because my internet keeps going out at my house. So frustrating!]
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Southern Magic’s 2011 Linda Howard Award of Excellence for unpublished writers
No synopsis needed for first round judging.
Discounts for entering early and/or for judging other categories.
Early bird deadline October 1, 2010
Entry deadline October 11, 2010
Finalists can revised their entry before going to final judge.
We are now taking entries!
For rules and entry form, check it out at
Series/Short & Long Contemporary
Susan Litman, Editor, Harlequin
Latoya Smith, Editor, Grand Central Publishers
Kate Collins, Senior Editor, Ballantine
Margo Lipschultz, Associate Editor
Unique Genres (Paranormal, Futuristic, Fantasy, Time Travel)
Melissa Frain, Editor, Tor
Alicia Condon, Editorial Director, Kensington
The Write Magic
For Southern Magic members only
Sara Megibow, Associate Agent, Nelson Literary Agency
Be sure to tell everyone about it. Go the website (link above) and check out the details.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Ellora's Cave's blog was having a little contest and I was one of the winners. Like I said, it's nothing big, but it was fun and made my day. I've learned to appreciate the small wins in life. So now I own my buddy's, Naima Simone, first e-book.
If you're interested in reading a short story of hers, you can get a free copy of that one by clicking on the word download.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
I looked it up online to see what they could mean and couldn't really find anything. But I'm taking it to mean whatever dark cloud I've been living under for a long time has gone away. And good things are on their way.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
One fellow at work is one. About a year ago, he heard someone in the office talking about the sad, mistreated dog wandering around outside. Heartbroken for the animal, he took the poor dog to a vet. The dog had so many problems most people would've put him to sleep. Instead he paid for the dog's treatments. It was such a long list, I don't remember half of them. Anyway, the vet warned the treatments would be expensive and then he offered a steep discount. Because of the fellow at work (and the vet) the dog is still alive. Now his name is Panama (it actually fits) and he's so happy and healthy as possible.
I use to work with a lady whose husband did something so giving, it brought tears to my eyes. And I was told he did it often. He was walking into a business in a low rent area of downtown Birmingham and spotted two little boys riding their bicycles up and down the sidewalks. A third little boy sat on the steps watching them. He looked so sad.
The man asked, "Why aren't you riding your bike with the other boys?"
The young fellow said, "I don't have a bike."
He looked around. "Stay here. I'll be back." Thirty minutes later, he pulls up in front of the building and sure enough the boy was still there. The man unloaded a brand new bike from the back of his truck. "Here you go."
The boy, eyes wide, asked, "For me?"
The man said, "Yes. Go ahead and tell your mom it was a gift."
The little boy got on the bike, smiling ear to ear, and rode away. He didn't say thank you, but to the man, the smile was enough.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
I'll pray about it and move on and work at being a better person tomorrow.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
I've gotten my TBR pile down to a reasonable number by giving many of them away. I'm so proud.
You should see my study though. Paper and books everywhere. I hate that it's so messy. No. I won't take a picture. I'm too ashamed.
On another blog I was reading about someone in Florida planning to burn the Quran in protest of 9/11. Sheez! Don't take it out on the book. Instead live a good Christian life and that'll show them.
The only time I've destroyed a book was when the cover and blurb claimed it was a romance but they lied. It did have a romance in it, but when the hero and heroine got back together after whatever conflict kept them apart, the heroine died. Yep. You read it right. DIED! She freaking died! I had invested several days in reading this fat ass novel and the woman died in the end. I didn't shed one tear. Instead I tore it in half and threw it away. I can tell you I've never done anything like that before or since.
Nowadays, I make sure my romances end happy with the two main characters alive, in love, and making love like crazed monkeys.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
And don't get me started on being over that certain age...geez!
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Anyway, I recently found out my uncle is rather well-known to football fans, especially to those in Alabama. Click here to read the article about him and his late wife.
Fascinating what you turn up about family members on the internet. See. I should go to more family reunions. It has been over twenty years since I've been to one of my dad's side.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
On saying all of that, PEOPLE! Please trim your emails before replying!!!! I hate reading the same email over over again in my effort to get to the new ones. Just pure laziness. Oh, on their part, not mine. I trim mine. It's only polite.
Feeling better. Sheesh! I'm an old gripe lately.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
So if you know the following people who went to Erwin High School, let me know.
Yeah, I even looked under my high school's FaceBook page. No luck.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
In this contest, the lowest judge (pun intended) said, "It made the story silly." She was talking about my first person POV though she said something about it being in second person. Huh? There were way too many I's. Obviously she needs to look up the definition of Second Person.
She also talks about wanting to know when the story was set. Even after writing "the story is obviously in current time." I'm sure she meant present time. So what's the problem? Some people get a little carried away is all I'm saying. Why would I say the year or that's present time unless I have a first chapter happening years before--I didn't.
The other scores were good and the judges gave me a few worthy comments. The bitter one only gave the two above with two comments on the manuscript. One of the comments was snarky. Life is way too short to act that way.
Well, I feel better. Sometimes I just have to get it off my chest.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
My youngest got my 2001 Mazda Millennia. Her third car in six years. Geez! She had it less than a week and while she was at her new job, someone hit the rear. What in the heck is with that? We were hoping people would quit hitting her in the rear. She's a magnet for crazy drivers.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
For example, doctors. You make an appointment, you wait in their waiting room and that's after you politely arrive five to ten minutes early. Then fifteen to thirty minutes after your appointment time, they take you to a private room and you wait another five to twenty minutes. Naked with only a sheet over you. Then they come in the room acting like they want to break a land speed record. You get five to ten minutes of their time and they're out of there.
This week I'm on jury duty. I'd forgotten how judges act just like doctors. Their time is more important than others. We gotten to expect the judge to be late. So when he tells us a fifteen minute break, that's judge speak for thirty.
I know other people have problems with being late but all I can say is that they are not respectful of me and those who depend on them.
Okay. I'll get off my little red wagon now.
Monday, August 23, 2010
I continue to wish million dollars on people all the time. They're driving slow in front of me...million dollars waiting for them at the next exit. They're talking loud on their cell phone (anywhere in my vicinity)...another million. They're arguing with a spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/child in a public place...another million.
You get the idea. Do you think karma will decide I deserve a million too?
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
But the really hard part is when you become an adult, let's say thirties/forties, and suddenly you realize there are a lot of smart adults and you're nothing special. You can't go around bragging that you graduated college at 16 or younger. Now you're old, nothing special, never experienced a true childhood and just plain o' smart.
Bless their hearts.
Wow, I'm happy that I was plain o' average as a child. Now? There are times I believe I'm smart. Usually when I'm driving. Well, that's another story for another day...