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By: Katrina DeLallo
Blog: The World Crafter's Inkspot
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... I had a life.
Now I spend much of my time working and working and working, and while I'm not doing that I'm writing.
However, I have done some crafty things.
I made a this:
|Ignore my fat hand. Haha|
I drew a this:
|Ronan Lynch - The Raven Boys|
I did a this at my flower job:
|That's a wreath, folks|
I have to go back to work tomorrow and I'm not really looking forward to it. I don't feel like I've been "off" for awhile, which is really terrible of me. I mean, I had a LOOOOONG time off in April-May. I'm just a vacation person. Work doesn't suit me. Hahahahahahahaa!
Anyway, this is my super short blog post that I felt I simply HAD to do, since it's been something like 1-1/2 months since I last blogged.
So now I'll love you and leave you. God bless. Byeeeee!!!!
By: Jerry Beck,
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We’re going to be open all night long to discuss the Oscars. We’re still waiting to hear the winners, but here are the results of Cartoon Brew’s Oscar Survey. Will ILM’s Rango and Pixar’s La Luna win the Feature and Short categories as our readers predicted, or will there be upsets in those categories.
While we’re waiting to hear the results, take some time to read our interviews with the five nominees of the Best Animated Short category:
Wendy Tilby and Amanda Forbis (Wild Life)
Enrico Casarosa (La Luna)
Grant Orchard (A Morning Stroll)
Patrick Doyon (Sunday)
Bill Joyce and Brandon Oldenburg (The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore)
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Leave it to LILA to come up witha hot new contest (AKA wonderful "bribe" to get all of us to pay more attention to their hilarious rants! tee hee ;).
They are giving away a KINDLE next week to one of their followers! (and don't worry, it's not too late to become one. Go! Join the fun!)
While you are there - be sure to congratulate them on their book deal! :) No wonder they don't "need" the Kindle. Now, they can afford several! They can purchase so many they have to "give" them away for free.
I want a book deal too! :)
By: Paula Becker
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But is there anything else in early February in Montreal? It’s a big church to warm up. There are large vents on each side of the sanctuary that put out heat. People will congregate there to warm themselves before sitting down. I spent a good part of the service in front of one myself.
But when [...]
By: Claudette Young
Blog: Claudsy's Blog
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Like many people on Sunday, I spent a quiet day yesterday. Part was spent in study, part in worship, and part in socializing. During each of those activities came reflection.
I doubt if writers ever truly stop writing since so much of the outside world gets rolled into potential material use. Yesterday was no exception to that unwritten rule.
For those who haven’t spent time with an official manual for Microsoft Office 2010, take the time to do it. I began my in-depth study of it yesterday and came away astounded at the possibilities for my future work. Does that mean that I haven’t been using Office 2010?
Nope. I’ve used it for nearly a year now—as a simple point and shoot word processor that allowed me to put words on-screen, add and delete, and create unsophisticated raw formatting that could maybe impress the local insect zoo. I had no clue that the whole package could do so much.
Why? You ask. Simple. The software comes without a manual.
Anyone who’s bought software or downloaded any in the past few years knows that the only option for major understanding of it is to go online and read the tutorials, etc. for that particular program or pay to take a class. Only then do you get the overall picture of uses, functions, and potential support needs.
I happened, by chance, to find my small manual in Borders not long after I had purchased Office 2010. I wasn’t happy about having to buy any support books for it. I felt that given the price of the software, it should come with an actual manual.
Extra time is something I didn’t have a lot of at the time and the manual got put aside until later. So when we began this journey of ours, I threw it into my work satchel so that when I found some down time, I could learn the software.
Nice thought, wasn’t it? Actually, yes it was, because when I decided to do more than glance at the manual, I found a world of possibilities I will be exploring for a long while to come.
It was like Christmas.
In fact, all of yesterday had a sprinkling of holiday cheer to it for no specific reason. I went to bed with that satisfied feeling, coupled with anticipation, of having come to a junction in my life. Oh, not because of the software study, although that did give me pause.
The reflection that I’d done had broken loose some unrecognized needs that required fulfillment. That’s when the light bulb when on. That’s also when I knew that my life was taking another turn.
I suppose that sounds a bit out there, but what I rediscovered were neglected layers of me and my own potential. I started asking myself what the manual to my life contained that I’d never paid real attention to. That personal question needed more reflection. As a result, it became a late night.
The odd upshot to this is that my daily life won’t look much different from what it is now—at least for a while. Later that will change, but then all things do given time.
In many ways this trip of ours has rewritten my life in profound elemental ways that others can’t see. The mundane chores and tasks of my life remain as always. What has changed is the underlying processor that’s become supercharged to travel on unexpected highways of life.
I don’t know how all the facets came together yesterday to elicit my personal epiphany. In the end it doesn’t matter. Irony does manage to enter the picture. I began my day trying to understand Word. I finished reading The Word. In between those two activities my life shifted. That’s quite a bit to expect of a Sunday, don’t you think?
Until later, folks, a bientot,
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By: Claudette Young
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We’ve come into the season of holidays; Thanksgiving gives way to Christmas and moves inexorably to New Years. For centuries this season has stood for blessings, fellowship, and unity; if not in actuality, at least on the surface.
This time around something has gone off the tracks. Everyone is edgier, ruder, more desperate. One could attribute this holiday syndrome as an ever-increasing out-pouring of the stress felt by countless millions of people who don’t know what the next year will bring economically, politically, or within the family.
The question is: Why has our population become seemingly unequipped to keep themselves under control?
Our forefathers for centuries lived with the knowledge that nothing in this world is certain. Life and their own common sense taught them to plan for those lean times, rely only on necessities, especially when luxuries cost so much more than most could pay. They lived with few clothes for each member of the family.
A father with more than two pairs of pants, one work shirt and one for Sunday, and who could give the same for each of his family, was a wealthy man by the standards of the time.
A mother who didn’t lose at least two children to stillbirth, illness or injury before they were five years old was truly blessed. Children who still had both birth parents to attend their weddings, complete with cake and a bride’s veil, could remember that for the rest of their lives.
If one owned a small cabin or house, with enough land to provide a kitchen garden that would produce enough food to put away for winter stores, wealth was clear. Size of the home didn’t matter. Everyone would have a place to sleep, warm and secure when cold and snow took over the outer territory. The living room/family room/kitchen, etc. occupied one space, all of which might have measured 15×20 feet. A loft was always necessary for sleeping nooks for the children.
When the world industrialized and cities became the working world for many, credit became common for those who always paid their bills on time. The 1929 Depression and subsequent lean years didn’t teach everyone the price of greed. People afterwards merely moved to different avenues for making money.
By the early 21st Century we’ve become barbarians in subtle ways. Take the incidents these past couple of days across the country. People, so absorbed in their passion to buy the latest and greatest for the cheapest price available, have been willing to kill or maim others to get to a desired item first.
Headlines in the news: Woman pepper sprays others, injuring 20 people, to get to a xbox on sale. Shoppers, anxious to get into a store for first pickings, dismantle a door and trample to death a young woman standing ready to open the door at the appointed time. A man is shot in a store’s parking lot during a sale.
Question: Have we become barbarous murderers in the name of possessions? Or, has greed so possessed our people through constant consumerism propaganda that we’re desensitized to our own actions?
Incidents like the above are on the increase, and not just at this season. When will be grow out of this selfish adolescence and back into the adulthoo
Ok so some of you may call me a freak. But yesterday I blogged about seeing a spider weaving a web. Today, I found a black widow spider and this is the symbolism for a black widow spider
"If spider has come into your life, ask yourself something important questions. Are you not weaving your dreams and imaginings into reality? Are you not using your creative opportunities? Are you feeling closed in or stuck as if in a web? Do you need to write? Are you inspired to write or draw and not following through? Remember that spider is the keeper of knowledge of the primordial alphabet. Spider can teach how to use the written language with power and creativity so that your words weave a web around those who read them."
Don't you think this is weird? Things like this always happen to me!
My blogger buddies, Suzanne Young and Robin Mellom are determined to spread good cheer through the writing hemisphere. (and I know we could all use that right now!;)
They will be doing Project Perk on Mondays and are asking other to follow along. I told them since I do Marketing Mondays, I would preempt their special day with Sunny Sunday.
This week - Pat your self on the back!
We, as writers need to pat ourselves on the back from time to time for choosing our passion and following our hearts. In addition, we keep trying and trying in the face of adversary and overwhelming odds because we know writing fills our souls and spirits.
Here's to all the things You - as a writer - are doing right. Be sure to recognize them!
- Reading blogs
- Writing your hearts out
- Connecting with other writers
- Encouraging others
- Fearlessly subbing (sending out submissions) and keeping your projects out there in the publishing world.
- Looking past rejections and rejections and rejections!
- Working hard day after day even though you may not have a book to show for it yet. BTW - print out your manuscript - you do have a book to show for it - it is just in the "infant" stage. :)
- Your hard hours of researching - whether it be agents, books, publishers, ideas, or connections.
- For seeking and accepting criticism. Its hard and the fact we seek it shows how strong we all are.
- For giving up financial comforts.
- Most of all - being true to your spirit and following your dreams.
There were a few posts that made me feel abso-bloomin' fabulous this week.
1) The gracious agent, Rachel Gardner
when she complimented all her blogger readers for keeping in the know.
2) A Fab agent, Nathan Bransford
, for reminding me how to stay happy as a writer. I forget sometimes.
3) A jamming agent, Jennifer Jackson
, for encouraging us to be positive in our query letters.
4) Courageous agent Caren Johnson
for reminding us that we have what we need!
So pat yourself on the back before you go out and have a Sunny Sunday.
A happy day!
A day where we can be happy about how hard we have worked, how far we have come, how great this journey is, and where we can celebrate our happy days ahead.Reminder: Laini Taylor, author of Blackbringer and Silksinger as well as blogger extraordinaire will be our Marvelous Marketer tomorrow.
Comment Your Butt Off Contest Update
Oops I forgot to do this Friday. :)
As of today - days into the contest, you guys are doing fabulous! Just from March 1 - March 22:
- 2,334 Unique visitors
- 1043 Comments!!
- 76 people!
Only 9 days left!
Thanks so much to those of you who have commented on Amazon Idol and sent me offline emails. I really appreciate the support! Publisher's Weekly will read each of the 500 Quarterfinalists and write a review (this scares me) by April 15th. Then Penguin chooses 100 people chosen for Semi-finals.
If you would like to read my first 17 pages, click the Amazon link in upper right hand corner. You will need an Amazon account to download the chapters and comment. (of course!)A Perk Project: Planting Seeds for Spring. My contribution to Monday's Perk Project!
(check out Suzanne Young's blog
and Robin Mellom's blog
for more perky posts tomorrow!)Everyday
we plant seeds in our garden of life.
Planting seeds is a verb, it is an action that requires proactivity
, but it is also an easy way to expend a small effort in the hopes of a huge impact.
We plant seeds every day - what we do, people we meet, decisions we make - and often don't realize that's what we're doing.
Life is a lot like a great garden. If you don't plant seeds you are not going to get anything but dirt.And if you stop planting seeds, eventually your seasonal flowers will die and be replaced by nothingness.
Planting seeds can be as simple as choosing to do things different, or as complex as going out and meeting people, starting a company, or networking a group of people. You can plant good seeds and bad seeds. If you're rude to someone, you plant a bad seed that may later sprout something negative. If you plant a good seed, you can make a positive
impact that may in return rain positivity on you.
Then, there are seeds that just blow your way and landing
your garden. maybe brought by a bee or a butterfly. Then one day, something blooms and you are surprised at what you get. You don't know quiet how it got there but you don't care. It's with you and it came to you by some force of nature.
That's my nudge to you.
As I make Agent's 001 revisions on my book, I realize I planted seeds years ago that are just starting to bloom. I also realize I plant seeds everyday with the hopes that they grow. But I also try to send out some seeds to all of you with the hopes they grow for you in a special way.
That is why I started this blog and contest - to plant a positive seed that would impact people in a positive
So today, plant a seed in your life. Carry those seed sin your pocket and randomly drop them for you never know how they will grow or where. For some grow in the strangest of places, where you least expect.
Drop a seed in your writing.
Drop a seed in your story.
Throw a seed into the wind and wonder where it lands.
Someday it will grow, someday it will bloom, and someday it will become something.
For you or someone else.Visit tomorrow - our Marvelous Marketers is Alice Pope, author of Children's Writer's & Illustrators Market!
Another kickoff into Monday's Perk Project! (check out Suzanne Young's blog and Robin Mellom's blog for more perky posts tomorrow!)
Today my thoughts are on healing, hope and thanks.
Even now, at 5:00 am, I am thinking of healing.
As most of you know, I have had vertigo for the last several months. Though I am getting better, I am still not me. But feeling my body heal from whatever caused it is such a relief.
I never thought about my body until these last few months. Except for the time I was Prego. Oh yeah - and then of course - as I have symptoms of the Post-Prego body blues. But I never thought about everything my body did and how much I took it for granted.
We can't trade in our bodies like an old pair of jeans, or a leased car, or a new computer. For us, there is no replacement. We also don't realize that doctors cannot fix everything. They do their best to treat symptoms, but sometimes they never really get to the problem. They can only do so much. I never knew that.
What's worse - is that sometimes they don't have the solution. Or don't know the right one for you.
Sometimes we have to find it ourselves from the inside out. We have to pray. We have to hope for something more. Hope for healing.
Now this post is not even really about me - though I can relate with the feelings of hope and healing.
This post is for my hubby.
20 years old, my husband had a back injury in a rugby game that never really healed. When I first met him 9 years ago, he had back problems but was still able to climb, swim, and fly-fish. He was also in little amounts of pain at times. Chronic pain. Pain that never fully went away.
During the time my daughter was a baby, my hubby's back worsened. I don't know if it was age or if picking up my daughter aggravated the injury. Or if his back just gave up.
Whatever it was , he was hurting. So of course, we all were hurting for him.
About 2 years ago, his back got so bad, he could not feel his left leg anymore. He gave up climbing, he gave up flyfishing. He could not even play with our daughter. The minute he got home, he laid down. At 36, he was unable to do anything he loved. His back "went out" several times, leaving us sad, frustrated and scared. He was in and out of Emory's Spinal Clinic and after many consultations and MRIs, he was told his only option was a spinal fusion which is only about 60-70% effective. Yes, it shocked me too. Some people actually go through the surgery and still are not better. Still are not healed.
My hubby didn't think the spinal fusion was the right answer for him. Even though it MIGHT work, he wanted something more and he deserved it. So he made a choice to continue suffering. For another 6 months he suffered. He tried not to complain, but I could see it in his face at times. he tried to help around the house, but it was hard for him. he tried to participate in activities, but it always hurt. He became a master at living with pain. He started researching online and applied to FDA studies but with no assurance of lessened pain. Then, one day, he found a surgery in Germany with a 95% effective rate. He sent his films over and he was approved as a "double-disk replacement" candidate. (Yes he speaks German :)
Wrong. The surgery cost $50,000 and of course, our insurance would not cover it. Even though it was cheaper than a spinal fusion. ( my issues with the monetary goals of our health care system are a whole other blog)
Well obviously, we didn't have that spare change lying around so he opted to wait, hoping the FDA would approve something more, something better. So he waited some more.
And of course, his pain got even worse.
Until one day, I walked in and found him broken down, crying. Something I'd never seen before, He was in so much pain and at the end of his rope.
It broke my heart.
To make a long story short, we cashed in our investments and booked him into the program immediately. It was scheduled within just a few weeks. Our thought?What good is money down the road if you are incapacitated? All you need is love and health. Unfortunately at the time, my son was barely 6 months old and was also having a hard health time in addition to some childcare logistical issues.
Because the process was 6 weeks.
So at the last minute, we made a decision for me to stay here with the kids and have his mother fly from Wales to b with him.
For 6 long weeks.
And we all suffered.
I had to be here alone, taking care of 2 kids, one who was very sick. Most importantly, I could not be with and support my hubby during his scary, yet exciting/hopeful time.
My daughter had to be without her daddy.
But of course, my hubby had it worse. He had to go through this life-changing event without me, without his family by his side. He had to endure major back surgery where they went in through his abdomen, sever muscles, stretch his spine, remove two disks, and insert prosthetic ones. (he came about 2 inches taller!)
The process and the recovery has been a long one.
But today, it all paid off.
Because my hubby got up at 5am to run in his first marathon. 15 miles. Painfree.
So today I am so thankful.
Thankful we had the financial means - though we are still recovering today - to give my hubby his life back, to give our kids their dad, and to give him his passions back. Thankful to all the doctors who took care of him and gave him hope. Thankful to our friends & families in supporting us during the difficult time. Thankful to our kids for being patient and without their dad for that long. Thankful to his work for giving him the leave time and reassurance his job would be here when he got back. Thankful to all medical miracles that went in to creating this option for him to be whole again.
Most importantly, I am thankful that my hubby fought to get his life back. The life he deserves. The life he dreamed of. Thankful he pushed through the impossibly times and stayed hopeful.
He never gave up. But more importantly, he never gave in.
And I love him even more for it.
So here's to healing yourself, staying hopeful, and giving thanks for what you have.
Because it is all so precious and fragile.
Here's my Sunny Sunday kickoff to Monday's Project Perk.
(don't forget to check out Suzanne Young's blog and Robin Mellom's blog for more "perky" posts on Monday!)
Today, my thoughts are around rebirth. Rightly so.
I am finishing up my final edits today and I suddenly realized my book was being reborn on Easter. How appropriate. A month ago, I was petrified to go back to the drawing board and changes some key things in my book.
But I realize that writers don't need to be afraid of starting over. It is not the death of a book or your writing, it is a rebirth. Something new out of something old.
Sometimes a rebirth is necessary.
A renewal of hope.
So with that in mind, here is a poem I found about that summed it up for me:
"Starting Over" by Denis Martindale:
OK, why don't you start again?
Just give it one more go!
What happened was beyond your ken,
Perhaps you'll never know!
But try to make it work out right!
And fix things if you can...
You'll suss it soon with some insight
And then fulfil your plan...
When things go bad, when things go wrong,
You've got to end the doubt!B
e resolute! Be firm! Be strong!
And sort the problem out!
Adapt, update and pray like mad!
Then strive for all you're worth!'
Cos when it's done, you'll feel so glad
Your joy will fill the Earth!
You Know Your a Mom When...
- You can no longer wear black, for fear of massive spit up marks
- You sing “Dora Dora Dora the Explorer” in the shower.
- You believe that macaroni and cheese should become it’s own food group.
- Play dates have taken over your life!
- You sing to the Elmo CD that is playing on your radio long after you’ve dropped your children off at daycare.
- You can’t wait to hug your own kids after you see something troubling on the news.
- You lick your finger to wipe the face of a child AND suddenly stop when you realize that child ISN’T YOURS!
- You can reach into your purse and pull out a crayon, a matchbox car and a dirty sock.
- You have no issues sniffing another person’s butt for a poopie diaper.
- A night on the town means taking the kids out past 6 pm.
- A packet of crisps (chips), and a chocolate bar is considered a hearty breakfast.
- At a party, you ask where “the potty” is.
- "Whine” is no longer simply red or white.
- When people ask you what you do, you tell them you are a “pediatric logistics specialist”!
- Sleeping in means… sleeping IN the middle of three little bodies!!!
- You count the sprinkles on each kid's cupcake to make sure they're equal.
- You find yourself cutting your husbands' sandwiches into cute shapes.
- You can't bear to give away baby clothes - it's so final.
- You hear your mother's voice coming out of your mouth when you say, "NOT in your good clothes!"
- You stop criticizing the way your mother raised you.
- You say at least once a day, "I'm not cut out for this job", but you know you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
- and lastly, you know you are a mom because you hear the word 1,000 times a day and you still love it!
Sometimes when the weather isn’t conducive for sailing (or even if it is), it’s nice to just sit inside our boat and relax. Such was the case today. The skies looked threatening and we decided to just hang out. It was a busy weekend, given it was my husband’s birthday today. We threw him a [...]
Special shout out to Robyn Campbell and Katie Salides in thanks for the recognition on my blog :) I love awards!!! They are right up there with new blog followers, FB friends, Twitters following my tweets, blog comments, and oh yeah - gifts....presents. (wait, does that sound bad???)
Mostly, I love awards because I can pass them on and share other great blogs I follow :)
Award #1: Kreativ Blogger Award (with a capital K. BTW, leave it to me to get the award that is spelled wrong. :) Hey - if you saw my new line edits, you would understand why!)
(from Katie Salides at Step 1Write, Edit and Revise)
Here are the rules:
1. Thank the person who nominated you for this award.
2. Copy the logo and place it on your blog.
3. Link to the person who nominated you for this award.
4. Name 7 things about yourself that people might find interesting.
5. Nominate 7 Kreativ Bloggers.
6. Post links to the 7 blogs you nominate.
7. Leave a comment on each of the blogs letting them know they have been nominated.
7 (really boring) things about me.....that you probably don't care to know and could definitely live without.
1. I used to sing in a jazz band. I actually always thought I'd be a professional singer. If only I was not too old to try out for American Idol. I guess there's always America's Got Talent :) (I didn't know in my heart yet that writing professionally was even an option for me. Until I was out of college, I thought all writers were dead. Don't ask me why.)
2. I love to do Bikram Yoga. The hotter the better. For those of you who do not know, it is yoga done in 108-112 degree room. It is amazing!!! At the end of my class, they always hand out frozen lavender-smelling washcloths. Before I had kids, I did this yoga at least 5 times a week and had a rock hard body. Not so much anymore. (sorry to hubby!) I hope to return soon. :)
3. My husband is from UK. And, yes he has a sexy accent. He's actually from a small town in Wales. After we first got married, his company messed up his Visa and he was sent back to UK for 8 weeks until the British Consulate redid his passport. I spent a whole day (and night along with a few bottles of wine) thinking he was dead in a ditch somewhere b/c the airline would not inform me he was detained. I even got pulled aside in Atlanta Hartsfield Airport by security for "creating a scene" which really meant I was crying too loudly. What can I say it was after Sept 11th, so I guess my wailing spooked some people.
4. I really think I'm going to be on Oprah someday. Yes all my friends laugh at me. But I have had recurring dreams about me sitting on a couch talking to her - about what I don't know - so who knows. Weird huh? After my ex-fiance called off our wedding (2 weeks before the date). I sent in an essay to Oprah on the topic "How I pulled through a bad time." Mine was actually published in O magazine under an article title called "When I was dumped." Nice huh? But hey, I was proud - after all - it was in O magazine! Nothing like the whole world knowing. right? Wait - can I put that in my bio - that I was published in O magazine???
5.I was chosen to be in the show and pet Shamoo at Sea World. Yes, I have it on tape. I even said something brilliant. When asked "what does he feel like?" by the trainer, I yelled into the microphone (obviously not knowing how loud it was) "a tire". I think Shamoo was offended b/c he splashed me. Which doesn't sound bad, except I walked around the rest of the afternoon smelling like a fish. I have it all on tape but at parties I usually only show my parachuting one. makes me look cooler.
6. I traveled through Europe for a month by myself when I was 25. It was awesome. I was attacked on a train by a group of boys trying to mug me. Special shout out to the Italian train conductor for saving my life that night. I got stranded in Geneva without a hotel. And I was stuck in Piccadilly Circus for about 4 hours (11 pm - 3am) b/c I could not get a cab.
7. I have a special power. That's right. I am a superhero. Jealous? Whenever I touch something electronic, it breaks. I must have some kind of overactive magnetic field. Things never break down when my hubby is using them, only me. To give you an example - this was my week - my dishwasher broke (yes I had to wash dishes like in the old west except it was in a sink not a river). my car broke down (a day after we paid for it, while I was driving it. My hubby drovei t the whole weekend and it worked fine. I get in and NOTHING.), my TV broke while my hubby was out of town (yes you busted me, this is why I am caught up on blogs). And my cable broke and then came back on the day they were coming to fix it (we have no idea why).
Man I just realized how boring I am. And those 7 were hard for me to come up with.
Now, wouldn't it be funny if I now told you they were all lies! They're not but it'd be a great joke if "I'm a great liar" was #7. tee hee.
7 Kreativ Blogs
1) Jodi meadows (slush pile reader) - at Words and Wardances, she does a series called Slush stats where she shows her notes on query letters. It is very eye-opening. she is also on Twitter.
2) Frenetic Reader - Khy is a great teen reviewer for children's books, primarily MG/YA. I love reading teen blogs about their view on the books they read.
3. Plot This - My friends and aspiring writers, Katie and SF Hardy, run a great blog together.
4. Lisa and Laura Write - These girls are sisters, they write together (i still don't understand how that works exactly) and they are HIlarious!
5. Lisa's Little Corner.... - Lisa Schroeder is one of my fav authors so I was estatic to meet her in LA (and a little nervous). Her book "I heart you" led me to my tween angel story. BTW, she is as cool and funny as she is brilliant.
6. Dream the Dream - Brit seems to always reach in and find something I am worrying about.So maybe she can reads minds too. Who knows? you'll have to read her to find out.
7. Heather Hansen - Met her in person in LA and she is as funny in person as she is on her blog.
Award #2: Literary Blogging Award
(from Robyn Campbell at Putting Pen to Paper.)
BTW me? a literary award? This may be the only time I ever get that! :)
Here are the rules:
1) Accept the award and post a link back to the awarding person.
2) Pass the award on (the rules differ here; sometimes you pass on to one person, five, or even more).
3) Notify award winner.
I'm only going to do one since I think I just broke something coming up with the last 7.
My choice is.....
Sarah Davies (FYI - I learned her last name is pronounced Davis!!) from Greenhouse Literary. Not only is she a FABULOUS person and ROCKING agent. But she also writes beautifully and her posts always seem to touch me in some unexpected way.
Whew I'm exhausted! Hope you got some new blogs from this!
So this is a weird time for me. Being done with a project that I know editors will see is very scary.
Last week, I had a minor panic attack about the whole publishing business.
As I head towards putting my baby out into the world, the reality hits me.
This is it! This is where the rubber meets the road (I sound like my dad!). This is where everything I've done the last few years, the sacrifices I have made, that my family has made comes down to this moment in time.
The prospect of this suddenly freaked me out!
For the past 5 years, I have dreamed of going out on submission with my book. Dreamed of editors fighting over my book. Dreamed of going to auction b.c everyone thinks I'm brilliant. Dreamed of making a huge sum of money. Dreamed of becoming a published author.
It was all hope to get me where I am today.
Now, that time is here, There is no going back. No do-over's. No more room for dreaming.
My dream either "will or will not" become my true reality. How that happens remains to be seen.
It dawned on me that this may NOT be my moment. This may not be where my dream comes true. It might and I imagine every day that it will, but the reality is it might not.
Sometimes it doesn't and sometimes it does. You just never know.
This business is finicky and no matter how great your writing is or your idea, sometimes your dream flies and sometimes it dies. That is just the reality.
My problem is that reality is not an option for me. Never has been. I dream big. And I dont' give up those dreams for a dumb thing called "reality".
I've resorted to doing Bikram Yoga the last several days to get the weight off my chest. The heavy one that makes me feel as if I cannot breathe.
And I realize I got this same way when I was looking for an agent. I got to a point where I could not sleep, could not stop checking my statcounter or email, could not write. And I could not breath.
I got so attached to the outcome. I eventually said out loud one day, "It doesn't matter what happens. I will write no matter what anyway. I have to let go of my attachment to the result and enjoy the journey."
Because you know what? The journey is fun if you let go of the end result.
Well let me tell you that feeling does not go away after you get an agent. That feeling is a shapeshifter. That feeling comes back in a different form. It comes back in disguise. And it took me a while to realize it.
My friend asked me the other day - "so if this all makes you so anxious, why do it?"
I said, "It doesn't make me anxious until I think about the money side of it."
She simply said, "Then don't think about that."
And it dawned on me. She's right. Why am I hanging on so tightly to that. Enough to where it is making me miserable. I have to let it go. I have to have faith in the process and try to enjoy the process. Because let me tell you - the process itself has been fun. Hard. But fun. As long as I release my focus on the end result I am happy.
Yesterday, after I talked to my friend, I decided to pull a Tarot card from my Angel deck someone gave me when I got an agent (for my angel book).
(yes I am admitting to being a total freak. I dont live by these things, but I believe in all that stuff - dreams, tarot cards, numerology, astrology readings, signs from the universe ect. You name it, I believe it. Anything that can possibly give me any additional insight to my future or path, I believe in. please don't unfollow me for this!!! :)
Anyway, I closed my eyes and swept my hand over the deck of cards.
And guess what card I pull (out of like 100 cards).
Release and Surrender.
Here is what it said:
"We shower you with blessings. Open your arms and release the challenges that you've held so tightly within your hands. Open your hands, arms, mind and heart to love and assistance. You have pulled this card b/ you have been trying to control a situation in your life. You must emotionally let go and have faith that a higher power can do a better job. Surrendering does not mean you are giving up, it just assures you of happiness and a better outcome. Don't worry about how your prayer will be answered. Release the need for control and trust all will work out."
I cried when I read it.
It's so true. We hold on so tightly to outcomes that we freak ourselves out along the way.
I let go during the agent process and focused on enjoying the writing and submission process. Not soon after, I got an amazing agent.
This summer during my heavy revision process, I did the same thing. I let go of when I was going out on sub or possibly missing an opportunity and focused back on my writing process. Enjoyed learning from my agent and made sure I was grateful for the journey.
Now, I am going to do it again.
I am letting go of expectations, fame, fortune, and my tight attachment to outcomes and results. I am going back to enjoying the process.
Because the truth is - when I just focus on the writing and how I feel when I am doing it. My heart is full and I am elated. The minute I take myself out of the journey to try and see, predict or guess what the future holds or where I will be, I feel as if a weight drops from the sky and lands on my chest.
So today, I release and surrender.
Did Starbucks really lose a taste test - so we all are just under a brand spell?
Did Democrats and Republicans really work together to trim down the stimulus plan or am I getting excited too early in the game? PS Why was all this crap in the STIMULUS package anyway?
Snakes are not bad enough. Now I have to worry about a reptile that is one ton?
Does anyone really care that Michael Phelps toked on a dubie? Give the guys a break!
Did a former Klan leader really apologize to blacks for his attacks and views? There is hope for the world.
The guy who painted the Obama Hope poster is arrested? Do we not have anything better to focus on than a getting a guy who painted Hope? This poster has been out for months now? Don't we have bigger fish to fry (cliche alert!)
Christian Bale's Fbombs - 36 in 4 minutes. Does he get to be logged in Guinness World Book of Records? He must be so proud. Maybe I will try and beat him.
This is just sad. Some people get lost in our justice system.
Jennifer Anniston got a gray hair? There is a god! :) Maybe her boobs will sag now too.
I'm sure everyone knows not to eat too much pizza right? Did Papa J really need a news conference to tell us this?
Time's take on 25 things Meme cracks me up! But do we really need to analyze it?
If I did a detox for 30 days on my email - I think my computer and sanity would explode. How about you?
Yeah - now we can all be trekies. A watch phone? cool