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That’s it. I’m off to Nationals. Will try to update here during the week if internet isn’t obscenely expensive. Otherwise you’ll get my update next week.
Oh, and while I’m gone, if you are a writer in any way, shape or form, GO READ STEPHANIE TYLER’S POST ABOUT WANTING IT.
That’s all I’m going to say. Just go read it.
Ciao!… Read more »
Thank you, Lin, for reminding me that Nationals is only a week away. Eeek! While I have been dealing with teeth pulling and swim meets and the terrible twos, I have pushed aside all that other stuff I have to do before I leave next Tuesday for Dallas. Such as…
1) Get my hair done (OMG, it really needs it),
2) Clean the house so it’s not a total bomb when I get home,
3) Finalize kids’ schedule for Grandma who will be babysitting during the day while the DH is at work,
4) Print out my schedule for … Read more »
If I ever have to sell on proposal I will be in deep do-do. It’s no secret I can’t write a suckopsis to save my life. Wait. Correction. I can write a suckopsis prior to writing the book, though the book will end up being nothing like the suckopsis. Which, my pubbed friends tell me, is really no big deal.
(Maybe I’m doing things right after all???)
The-book-that-will-never-end has taken a strange twist. I ended up writing a scene the other night that went in the opposite direction I’d planned. (Bye, bye suckopsis.) I’m always amazed when this … Read more »
In the event you live under a rock, you might not know that THE OREGON STATE BEAVERS WON THEIR SECOND STRAIGHT NCAA COLLEGE WORLD SERIES TITLE last night.
Awesome victory. Fabulous series. A truly talented and incredible team. I blogged about it here.
So I’ve been thinking about the game all day. About how cool it was. About how totally unexpected too. And it got me thinking about my favorite baseball movies – Bull Durham, Field of Dreams, The Rookie. God, I love baseball movies. So much fun. How come there aren’t more books with baseball heroes? I … Read more »
Okay, not a totally naked rant. More like a naked mannequin rant.
The dress I bought to wear to the Rita/GH ceremony at Nationals is gorgeous. I totally love it. It’s black, full length, halter style, fitted but not skin-tight. Classy. Elegant. Perfect. The problem? The back dips down just low enough so a regular strapless bra won’t work. I would love to be able to go sans bra, but alas, after nursing three Gremlins it’s not in my future (not without some serious surgery). So, I went looking for something that would work. And I found this: The … Read more »
Not THERE, but there.
You know the place. Stage Two, Chapter Fifteen of Elisabeth’s Dreaded Manuscript Stages. The point where I am sure I will never get all these plot points outlined on my notebook into my book. The point where my eyebrows are in jeopardy. The point where I’m willing to hog-tie one more child that interrupts me when I’m in the flow.
*sigh*
And yet I keep plugging along because – finally – the end is in sight.
How’s your writing coming this week? And what stage are you at?
Oh, you just can’t write stuff this good.
Paris Hilton Finds God In Jail
I thought I was speechless before. Turns out…I’m not. 😉… Read more »
Oh, for heaven’s sake. I’m just . . . speechless (though not a bit surprised).
Rafe drags a hand through his hair as he listens to the beep, beep, beep echoing in his ear that eerily translates into the-recipient-of-this-call-is-out-of-the-service-area.
At least he hopes that’s all it means.
“What’s the matter?” Lisa asks, walking into the living room of their Palm Beach condo. Tropical palms frame a view of water and white sand out the wide two-story windows. Sunlight glints off her fiery-red hair.
Rafe frowns, stares down at the phone in his hand. “Pete’s not answering his cell. I checked around. No one’s seen him since the night of the auction.”
“He was with … Read more »
