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I've been focusing on the vintage era for so long, I'm having to swing back into a paranormal state of mind to work on the revisions for my three urban fantasies (I think that's what we're supposed to call them now). The season finale of Lost was a good start--holy magnetic force, Bat Man! I wish I could see a map of that plotline...but then they'd have to kill me, lol. Freaking genius.
Switching my tunes will also help--from Allison Krauss and Eastmountainsouth (thanks for that one, Jerry!) back to Live and Rob Thomas and that whole playlist on my iPod (thanks for that, too, Jerry!). Live's new CD is OUT! Check out Songs from Black Mountain today. I'm going to be plugged into that until it's memorized--and longer.
Maybe a Memorial Day Buffy Marathon? Or a run to the theatre to see X-Men III?
I've read through my third manuscript for entertainment, and yesterday I went through the first part of the revision on the first story and edited another chapter, which made me happy. But I have ask--if you write more than one genre, how do you switch gears?
To everyone traveling this American holiday weekend, safe trip!
Sometimes things move fast! I sent a contract to the publisher yesterday morning, so I guess I can announce that I've sold my first manuscript to The Wild Rose Press. It's a romance with a little suspense, set in the Blue Ridge Mountains circa 1936. More details to come!
Special thanks to Gary & Angela, who sent me flowers yesterday--what a great surprise!
I'm also up to bat at Off the Shelf today, so hop on over and tell me: how bad is too bad?
Hello, my name is Marty, and I'm an introvert. Unfortunately, most of my friends are not. One of them is having a big party this afternoon. I admit that I've considered ways to get out of going. But then I decided to put on my Big Girl panties and go. I didn't have to stay if I didn't want to, but he'd invited me, and he broke into my house when I locked myself out, so I owe him (big sigh).
Long story short, I got a phone call yesterday that *may* preclude me going to his party. The mother of one of my friends passed away. This was, of course, not the kind of excuse I was looking for. But don't you hate it when people know you sooooo well? I called Party Guy (because it wasn't fair for me to just not show up) and I say I might not be there. Before I can get it all out of my mouth, he's all, "I knew you were going to do this!" blah blah blah.
OK, yes, I was thinking about it. But sometimes I can have a good reason. In parting, huge hugs to my friend at the loss of her mother. She's one in a million, and has already lost both her parents. Tough as nails and a straight-shooter, there's no one in life I more want on my side. Love you.
How strange is it that I'm dyslexic, and a writer? I think it's getting worse. Today, I spelled a word completely backward, and that's something I've never done before. Usually, the more I write, the better it is, but lately...I'm not so sure.
I have two famous make-me-blush typos. The first surfaced in my junior year of high school, in my typing class. I couldn't get straight the 'o' and the 'p'. Every time, without fail, opportunity came out pooportunity. Still does.
The second happened my junior year in college. I was home for Thanksgiving, working on a paper on my mom's word processor. I was pretty darn proud of the result--the paper (and this IS important) was about the reunification of Hong Kong and China. My snappy title was supposed to be: Is Hong Kong Long Gone? I know you're smiling. You know what I did, but I'll spell it out just in case. Is Hong Kong Long Dong.
The best part? Someone caught it before I turned it in. The worst part? It was my DAD!
I hereby promise I will not blog again until I have written AND SENT the query, synopsis and other materials requested for the publishers I'm targeting (there are three, all with very specific requirements).
You may not see me for a few days. It's busy at work, Lost is new tonight, and it's Mother's Day. Not to mention the rest of that friend's EdD thesis I have to re-proof as soon as he sends it. Should be easier the second time around. One would hope. Thank God it's interesting.
But seeing's how I like to blog...I dare say I won't be gone too long :) Wish me luck!
So I drove to Raleigh (Clayton) and back this weekend to visit a friend, about 6 hours total in the car. There are always certain CDs I bring and listen to on the road:
~The Committments (soundtrack)
~Kelly Clarkson (Breakaway)
~Soupdragons (Hotwired)
~Hootie & the Blowfish (Cracked Rear View)
~No Doubt (Rock Steady)
~Moby (Play)
~Bon Jovi (Best of)
~Rob Thomas (Something to be)
I won't tell you what delacacies I eat only in the car. What do you listen to in the car?
Yesterday was one of 'those' days. Up and down, jerked around, things going great and things heading south.
Up side: I finished writing The Knot!
Down side: I had to work late!
Up side: I won the prize for April @ Romance News!
Down side: I locked myself out of my house!
It's that last one that did me in, my Extreme Blonde Moment. Here's to the weekend!
I come from a family of storytellers, whether they know it or not. I grew up on Tales from Monroe County (Ohio) about my dad, his brothers, their friends and hometown antics. My mom told stories about her dad's service in WWII, which I turned into a short piece for the anthology Let Us Not Forget. My brother tells stories, too...
When we were young, maybe five and seven, we lived in an old two-bedroom house, and he and I shared a room. It was a pretty big room, so my dad built a room divider, and we each had our side. Although I don't recall the circumstances, one night I slid down to the floor and he told me a story using shadows against the divider, like a screen.
The star was his teddy bear, Kevin, and he probably did a whole series of Kevin Adventures. I only remember one. He had Kevin disappearing head first into the shadows, with only his feet sticking into the light. The title of the story: Kevin's Underwater Feat. Except I got tickled thinking about Kevin's Underwater FEET.
To show what a great sense of humor my brother has, he recently sent me something that needed a password to enter. The password: kevinsunderwaterfeet.