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What you Believe is What You Receive
Time for a little positive energy around here.
Kids are in school and learning a whole bunch of life defining skills- including school bus survival. I kiss and hug them and tell them every morning to go out there and knock ‘em dead. To hold their head up high and believe in themselves. My husband tells them every night how proud he is of them, how much he expects of them, how worthy they are. They are learning life lessons- that you don’t get what you don’t earn- and no one hears the whining.…
I am SO GOOD, that three years later, I can still annoy you.
You can bow and chant that you are not worthy.
And I’ll blush and Aw- shucks you while kicking up dust….
but seriously?
I think it is FANTASTIC that I can continue to piss people off about something that I wrote way back when…
Here’s the original post and comments
Note the latest comments as like- last week, and totally off the mark. C’mon people? if you want to rant, at least get it straight what you’re ranting about. Haven’t I taught you anything?
Geesch.
Funny how I get a whole bunch of hits from employees at that unmentioned company …
Let's talk books. And book covers.
For as many of my author friends who are ecstatic about the way their book covers turned out.. there must be someone in the wings feeling a bit put out.
Have you seen this story? Got to agree with the author on that one.
And then there’s this one: Yikes.
There is even a contest for the worst covers. Here’s the 2005 finalists.
Some bad book covers I found are funny because they’re out dated: like these
and some I have to say I like, you know, for the art.
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She's a Little Runaway
I ran away for a few days. But I’m back. And I was never that far. And I did what I needed to do.
I suppose we all have our runaway stories. My kids have both done it- or at least attempted it.
Not sure what that says about me as a Mommy.
Granted neither one of them got far, they were definitely missed and certainly the reason behind the attempt wasn’t taken lightly.
I know I had my share of runaway attempts growing up. The worst part was when I’d thought I’d runaway from home- had packed my favorite …
One of a few things I'm trying to not dwell on.
Here’s the backstory if you’re new here-
or if you’re like my husband who only hears the words that come after steak, beer, bed, free or panties.
I wrote a (steak) novel- actually three, but here- to minimize dwelling potential- we’re only talking about the one my agent read, liked, edited and last week pitched to a bunch of (beer) hot NYC editors.
It’s summer, so of course I have plenty to do to keep me busy (panties) during the waiting period- which I have been told can be three days, four weeks, five months, six years or somewhere short …
Another Perspective on Why Writers Write
I am all about the somethingness. Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
“The writer must not really know what he is knowing, what he is learning to know when he writes, which is more than the knowing of it. A writer loves the dark, loves it, but is always fumbling around in the light. The writer is separate from his work but that’s all the writer is – what he writes. A writer must be smart but not too smart. He must be reckless and patient and daring and dull – for what is duller than writing, trying to …
In a status message world, there's a fine line between pithy and concise.
Sentences come to me in the middle of the night. Perfect opening lines find me in the shower.
A string of words that I imagine will become the well loved and much quoted words of the perfect ending to The Great American Novel pop into my head as I drive to the gym.
I can’t turn it off. I don’t want to turn it off.
But lately, I find the inner voice is distracted, slightly disembodied. The single sentence shudders to a halt. The string of words doesn’t have a wrap to the unwritten beginning.
My brain is writing status …
