Dear Teri,
I hereby give you permission to suck. If the last 12,000 words of this book are awkward, stupid and just plain bad, it's okay, cause you can fix them. If you wrote 1000 words a day, you would be DONE in 12 days. DONE. So get on it.
Sincerely,
Your totally under appreciated and under utilized muse
Well bless my boots! The Class of 2k10 is giving away a load of books and said I helped spur the idea. Check it out here.
From an email:
As a part of our 10-10-10 Giveaway, the Class of 2k10 is offering a mega lot of books to US libraries, book clubs, etc. Here are the details....feel free to forward:
Press Release
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: Announcing the Classof2K10 230-Books Giveaway
The Class of 2K10, a group of 23 debut middle grade and young adult authors, is banding together to help nonprofit book clubs obtain brand new, hot off the presses books for their reading groups. This gigantic 230-book giveaway will begin on October 10th, 2010, to mark 10-10-10 for the Class of 2K10. It will end on November 11, 2010.
The idea was spurred by author and blogger Teri Brown, who runs a book club at a low-income community center. Ms. Brown asked to be contacted by authors willing to donate 8 to 10 copies of their book, adding that she knows it can be a challenge, but that the girls in her club love their book club and “want more than anything to have it continue this year.”
“It can be difficult for authors to manage multiple copies on their own,” Leah Cypess, author of Mistwood and a member of the Class of 2K10, said. “We felt this was something unique we could offer as a group.”
Five book clubs around the country can win a prize pack of three to six sets of books written by authors from the Class of 2K10. The pack includes TEN copies of each book, and in some packs one of the books will be signed by the author.
The contest is open to all book clubs in the continental US associated with a nonprofit institution, a school, or a library. To enter, book club members or organizers need only comment on the giveaway post at the Classof2K10 blog (http://community.livejournal.com/classof2k10).
CONTACT: Leah Cypess at [email protected].
The prize packs are:
Middle Grade Fantasy Pack: (1) The Carnival of Lost Souls by Laura Quimby, (2) Under The Green Hill by Laura L. Sullivan, (3) The Witchy Worries of Abbie Adams by Rhonda Hayter
Middle Grade Realistic Pack: (1) Fairview Felines: A Newspaper Mystery by Michele Corriel, (2) Island Sting by Bonnie J. Doerr, (3) Leaving Gee's Bend by Irene Latham, (4) The Reinvention of Edison Thomas by Jacqueline Houtman, (5) Shooting Kabul by N.H. Senzai
Young Adult Fantasy/Paranormal Pack #1: (1) 13 to Life by Shannon Delany, (2) Freaksville by Kitty Keswick, (3) Mistwood by Leah Cypess, (4) Past Midnight by Mara Purnhagen, (5) Shade by Jeri Smith-Ready, (6) Under My Skin by Judith Graves
Young Adult Realistic Pack #1: (1) Change of Heart by Shari Maurer, (2) Faithful by Janet Fox, (3) Losing Faith by Denise Jaden, (4) The Tension of Opposites by Kristina McBride
Young Adult Realistic Pack #2: (1) Of All the Stupid Things by Alexandra Diaz, (2) Party by Tom Leveen, (3) Three Rivers Rising by Jame Richards, (4) The Secret Year by Jennifer Hubbard, (5) Split by Swati Avasthi
Or not.
One gets to a certain point when they realize they are who they are and that's okay.
It's kind of nice.
Not that we shouldn't grow as human beings, but I think some issues are just there to stay.
But I CAN improve my writing. Craft can be worked on, nurtured and fed. And that is what I am doing right now. And I am loving it.
Remember to follow me on facebook and twitter... it's easier to keep up with than a blog;-)
I am re-posting part of this from last year, because I am begging for the same thing:) BOOKS, people, Books!
As most of you know,(I've mentioned it enough!), I run a book club for teen and tween girls at a low income community center. Actually, it's a low income housing project and the community center is located at the apartments. Many of the residents are transitioning out of homelessness or other bad situations. The center is a meeting place that provides after school and summer programs for the kids, parenting classes, and meetings for those who had had alcohol or chemical dependencies. It truly is a place that fights generational poverty on all levels. You can check it out at www.cpahinc.com.
There are eight hardcore members in the book club (and a couple who show up intermittently) who love their book club and want more than anything to have it continue this year. For that I need some very special authors who are willing to give of their books. There is NO money to buy books. I had a fabulous list of authors and books last year! All sent books, some came to visit, others made a vlog and sent gifts. Out of the eight members who attended faithfully, I had three who were already readers. Now I have eight! That is HUGE!!!!The connection with the authors is key. I need that again this year! If you are an author or are someone willing to help out, please contact me. Remember, I need eight to ten of the same book and that can be a challenge!
new note: I have two girls who are old enough to join this year and are so excited! So I would say I need ten books a month. Please contact me at diddymon (at)verizon (dot)net.
Greetings bloggerites,
What have I been doing since I last blogged? I've been on Facebook, (Teri Foreman Brown) Twitter, (Teribrownwrites) and working. I've also been writing. And wording. Wording you ask? Yep, playing with words. Creating designs from them, writing poetry, and looking up random words in the thesaurus. Wording.
I was also supposed to be running, but am not doing so much of that. No, I've been to busy having a mini nervous breakdown. What else do you call it when you are drowning in words to the point where you dream about them? Not sure if this is a good thing and I'm about to make some sort of creative breakthrough, or if I'm simply crazy. Hard to tell at this point:)
Lots of things going on in my real life. My mom is no longer driving, so I'm doing most of that. My fantabulous job has ended for the summer, so I am back working at Community Partners for Affordable Housing for the next couple of weeks. My son finally got a job and went from being home 24/7 to being gone ten or more hours a day. My daughter continues to be a delight, as does my husband.
But on the interior... oh, my interior is messy. A hoarders home of words and thoughts and emotions which have no words. My interior is rife with murder and mayhem, people with names and those with no names, and the heart breaking reality of unrequited love.
You know, normal writers stuff.
Until next time,
Teri
"Imagine if the Tea Party Was Black" - Tim Wise
Let’s play a game, shall we? The name of the game is called “Imagine.” The way it’s played is simple: we’ll envision recent happenings in the news, but then change them up a bit. Instead of envisioning white people as the main actors in the scenes we’ll conjure - the ones who are driving the action - we’ll envision black folks or other people of color instead. The object of the game is to imagine the public reaction to the events or incidents, if the main actors were of color, rather than white. Whoever gains the most insight into the workings of race in America, at the end of the game, wins.
So let’s begin.
Imagine that hundreds of black protesters were to descend upon Washington DC and Northern Virginia, just a few miles from the Capitol and White House, armed with AK-47s, assorted handguns, and ammunition. And imagine that some of these protesters —the black protesters — spoke of the need for political revolution, and possibly even armed conflict in the event that laws they didn’t like were enforced by the government? Would these protester — these black protesters with guns — be seen as brave defenders of the Second Amendment, or would they be viewed by most whites as a danger to the republic? What if they were Arab-Americans? Because, after all, that’s what happened recently when white gun enthusiasts descended upon the nation’s capital, arms in hand, and verbally announced their readiness to make war on the country’s political leaders if the need arose.
Imagine that white members of Congress, while walking to work, were surrounded by thousands of angry black people, one of whom proceeded to spit on one of those congressmen for not voting the way the black demonstrators desired. Would the protesters be seen as merely patriotic Americans voicing their opinions, or as an angry, potentially violent, and even insurrectionary mob? After all, this is what white Tea Party protesters did recently in Washington.
Imagine that a rap artist were to say, in reference to a white president: “He’s a piece of shit and I told him to suck on my machine gun.” Because that’s what rocker Ted Nugent said recently about President Obama.
Imagine that a prominent mainstream black political commentator had long employed an overt bigot as Executive Director of his organization, and that this bigot regularly participated in black separatist conferences, and once assaulted a white person while calling them by a racial slur. When that prominent black commentator and his sister — who also works for the organization — defended the bigot as a good guy who was misunderstood and “going through a tough time in his life” would anyone accept their excuse-making? Would that commentator still have a place on a mainstream network? Because that’s what happened in the real world, when Pat Buchanan employed as Executive Director of his group, America’s Cause, a blatant racist who did all these things, or at least their white equivalents: attending white separatist conferences and attacking a black woman while calling her the n-word.
Imagine that a black radio host were to suggest that the only way to get promoted in the administration of a white president is by “hating black people,” or that a prominent white person had only endorsed a white presidential candidate as an act of racial bonding, or blamed a white president for a fight on a school bus in which a black kid was jumped by two white kids, or said that he wouldn’t want to kill all conservatives, but rather, would like to leave just enough—“living fossils” as he called them—“so we will never forget what these people stood for.” After all, these are things that Rush Limbaugh has said, about Barack Obama’s administration, Colin Powell’s endorsement of Barack Obama, a fight on a school bus in Belleville, Illinois in which two black kids beat up a white kid, and about liberals, generally.
Imagine that
And it didn't turn out too badly. Granted, I will never be, nor do I want to be, a poet, but it felt good to stretch my creative muscles. Especially since I am now on chapter seven of kick ass, major overhauling, revisions. I am very, very pleased with how this book is shaping up. I just sent the six chapter proposal off to my agent. I hope she loves it as much as I do.
Oh, did I mention? I'm now the Rose City Romance Writers Published Authors Liaison. Not sure what all that entails, but I'm learning! And it's good to give back to a chapter that has been so good to me.
I'm training for a half marathon... It's coming along... slowly. I'm seriously out of shape, but I think I'll be ready as long as I'm consistent in my training. Which as anyone who knows me can attest, consistency is pretty much my downfall in anything.
Okay, off to get ready to write... I'm meeting a friend to write later and need to upload everything to Google docs:)
Just a few things I'm grateful for:
1. Family
2. Friends (Even if I never get to see them)
3. Employment. (All four people in our family are employed!)
4. My writing (Whether it's going good or ill, I still love doing it!)
5. My running (Even if I can't run far or fast, I have the ability to run!)
6. My Husband, who dropped everything he was doing on his one day off to go help a stranded friend.
7. My agent, who still believes in me.
Egads, it's been six weeks since I updated. What? I guess like many other people, I found that coming up with 140 characters, or whatever it is on Twitter is much easier than thinking and constructing an entire blog. I have also found the status updates on Facebook to be easier, as well. So you can follow me on Twitter and Facebook. Dangit. I don't know how to direct you to my facebook. Damn these techie learning curves!
In other news, my son has a job. After many months of unemployment, he is now working 10 hours a day which means many hours of quiet for me. Oh, yeah, I am no longer working at Penneys. SO FREAKING HAPPY. I didn't mind the work or the people, but being there at 5am was insane. My teaching job is going great. Love it.
About my writing? Digging deeper and deeper...this concept is so big, I want to do it justice. Been thinking a lot about creativity and how it's connected throughout the arts. How to harness it and make it work for you. Anyway, a discussion better left for over a bottle (or two ) of vino:)
See you on twitter. Will add my facebook url as soon as I figure it out!
Okay, this blog isn't just about Valentine's Day, though it could be. Not sure because I haven't finished it yet and I did win a Writing the Breakout Novel by Donald Maass, at my chapter meeting, which I am pretty ecstatic over, but right now, I want to talk about my wonderfully romantic weekend.
My husband and I left on Saturday afternoon and our goal was to spend the night in Garibaldi, a small fishing village on Tillamook Bay. 
Unfortunately, there was no room at the Inn and we ended up back in Tillamook, which was fine because the hotel was cheap, clean and perfect for the evening's festivities. Which included fine wine, (for me) beer, (for husband) and the Olympics. It also included tons and tons of laughter, which we haven't had nearly enough of as of late. We woke up the next morning and took a walk in old town Tillamook and then headed up the coast around Tillamook Bay and all points North. 
We did wine tasting and bought a bottle of Wine at the Great Northern Garlic Company in Manzanita and then stopped here at the Nehalem Bay Winery for more wine tasting: 
Ken Kesey used to come here and once stopped with the Merry Pranksters. The winery hosts blues festivals and other such fun and frolic and I can't wait to go back!
We Tried to stop at Seaside, but it's such a tourist trap, we couldn't find a place to park, so we got the heck out of Dodge and went on to Astoria. LOVE Astoria. Astoria is where the movies Goonies was filmed and is such a fun place to hang out.
There are houses like these on almost every residential street. 
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I haven't forgotten I have a blog. Nor have I forgotten that I should update...but I did say I've changed my attitude and apparently that means not being online as much as I used to. I'm not even twittering as much!
Last time I posted I wasn't sure how this new attitude was going to affect my life and writing. It's been good. Very good.
I am taking my health seriously again, which in turn has given me new energy. Remember my nonprofit idea? My book club for girls at the low income community center? My wonderful teaching job at Common Ground Extended Care? My writing? All of that takes energy and when my health isn't optimum, neither is my energy.
I took a 2 day Margie Lawson deep edits class that blew my mind. Several times. I have the high concept idea and her workshop gave me the tools to take my writing to places it hasn't been before. So excited! I've also signed up for Bob Mayer's Warrior Writer Workshop in February.
And...I'm getting a tattoo!I have already made the appointment and chosen my design. It's absolutely gorgeous and I will take a pix when it's done. Basically, the design will remind me everyday, of who I am.
So onward! And I promise I won't wait another month to blog:)
As most of you know, it's been a long time since I sold my first (and only) fiction book. Three years to be exact. There are any number of reasons why I haven't sold again. I switched agents during that time. I lost my editor, twice. My new agent had to take eight months off for medical reasons... the very day she was going out with my new work.
But when it comes right down to it, I just haven't gotten the right book into the right editor's hands at the right time.
And I'm concerned because in some ways selling has become my focus. Rejections sting more, whereas I used to take them in stride. I'm suffering from professional envy more than I used to, even with people I care about and am truly happy for.
Writing is a business, so it's good for me to be concerned about selling, especially when I want to write for a living. That's my goal, so selling is key, but it isn't everything. I've lost sight of the fact that writing is also my art, my passion, and my calling.
I'm out of balance, out of whack, whatever you want to call it. I feel it in the way I read Publisher Market Place. I feel it in the way I write or don't write. I don't feel the same confidence in myself as a writer and that affects the way I interact with fellow writers, editors and other industry professionals.
So this year, I'm going to focus on myself as an artist--as a writer. I'm going to focus on words, on craft, on seeking out inspiration, on nourishing my inner artist. My new focus doesn't mean I'm going to stop my agent from submitting, or that I'm going to run away to a Tibetan monastery to write in peace and solitude, (though doesn't that sound kind of nice? LOL) But my blog may be different. I may blog about my journey, or I may blog only intermittently. I'm not sure how it's going to look, but I do have a couple things in mind:
1. I won't be attending any conferences this year, only craft workshops and writer's retreats. My RWA chapter has a few good ones coming up that I'm looking forward to. I also plan on putting together a writer's retreat on the Oregon Coast for anyone who is interested.
2.A reevaluation of my goals every few months. I need to keep my finger on my creative pulse to see how I am doing. Keeping in mind I also want to start a non profit and run a marathon this year, I need to keep all my passions in balance.
3. Read or reread some good inspirational books. I love Natalie Goldberg's, Thunder and Lightening. Anyone else have any suggestions?
This year I want LESS.
Less bullshit.
Less procrastination.
Less stress, for sure!
(One less job would be great!)
Less self indulgence.
Time to prioritize, reshuffle, re-evaluate, redo.
Other than meeting Rosanna Braccioforte, my boss and new best friend, 2009 was a bit of a disappointment.
So time to trim down, cut the deadwood, and wake up. Time is limited.
Take less for granted.
Worry less
Envy less
Doubt myself less
Waste less time
Consume less
Spend less
I can only have more if I first balance it out with less.
My surgery went fine and am now on the road to recovery. I can't do a whole lot still so I am writing, organizing and giving myself a facial a day. Why?
I dunno. It's something to do.
Plus I had my birthday and I feel like my skin is in pretty good condition for my age, so I wanted to reward it after years of neglect. Here's what I have done so far:
My Orgins clay mask. I started out with this since I had some left over. It's always nice, but I know I can't spend that kind of money for everyday, so I decided to go the homemade route. So then I tried...
Olive oil and sugar. Mostly because I had the ingredients! My daughter has a facial brush and I used that. You mix equal amounts of evoo and plain sugar and apply to the face. I lightly scrubbed my face with the brush and rinsed with warm water. then I washed my face. My face felt nice and clean and moisturized. The weird thing is when I went to put on make up later that day, I had big rolls of dead skin coming off on my foundation sponge. GROSS! Obviously, I need to exfoliate more.
So today I used the Miracle Whip mask. Basically, you put a think layer of Miracle Whip on your face, let it dry and then massage it off. The product picks up all the dead skin as it rolls up in little rubbery balls. So disgusting, but my skin felt fabulous after I washed it.
Tomorrow I am going to try the avocado mask. Take half an avocado and mash it add a couple of tablespoons of evoo. Chill. Apply to the face, wait 15 minutes and then wash off. (I think I'll eat the other half in a salad.)
After that I'm going to make up an antioxidant/antiwrinkle mask from on tablespoon of fresh orange juice and 1 tablespoon of plain yogurt. I'll let you know how it goes.
Hopefully when I go back to work, I'll look like I've gone to a spa instead of having an organ yanked out of my body!
Behind every responsible parent of older teenagers lives a party animal waiting to get out. It got out at my unbirthday party last night.
A little backstory: I called it my unbirthday party because tomorrow I go in to get my gall bladder brutally yanked out. Apparently, I don't need it. Since tomorrow is my real birthday, I decided that the 20th would be my unbirthday and I was going to have a party, dammit.
I bought goodies at Trader Joes, mucho liquor and my husband called his friends. His friends because my friends are all running around making Christmas happen while their husbands attend unbirthday parties.
The nice thing about parties now as compared to parties in the eighties, is that the guests all bring booze and ice. No freeloaders. Nice. It also meant that we had an inordinate amount of booze to person ratio which set a nice tone for the evening.
So we drank. And drank. And then we drank some more. We drank irresponsibly. GREAT WHITE WAS PLAYED, PEOPLE. My young adult children, who were coming in and out doing their own thing, were astonished at the goings on. My daughter was disgusted by the ribald comments and jokes. Much hilarity was made of my husband, who'd just had hernia surgery, having to wear a panty liner against his wound to stop the seepage. One witty partier called it his manpon. The guitars were pulled out and my husband jammed at mach volume. So did others who had never picked up a guitar in their lives. New hits, like C*&% and B*&&S, were created.
After one of my daughter's "I can't believe you are all so classless and crude" comments, I pulled her aside and explained that this was our generation. This was how we partied. Well, minus the big hair and narcotics lined up on the back of public toilets.
The next morning, my husband and I woke up with our hangovers, cleaned the house, went out to breakfast and proceeded to do all the things grown ups do like make lists, run errands, and worry over bills and kids.
But last night we PARTIED!
I can't believe how long it's been since I blogged! I plead insnaity, as in my life is insane!
1. Still working two jobs. Black Friday was intense as no one in the free world knows how to refold a sweater.
2. I won nano with 50,120 words, or something like that. The book isn't finished, but have got back and started revising because I know the ending will change as the book takes shape. Plus, it's just such a relief.
3. My husband goes in for surgery tomorrow and I go in the week after that to get my gallbladder taken out. So basically, Christmas has to be done NOW. I'm doing okay, Tree is up, Cards are almost ready to go out, shopping is almost done. It's the almost that worries me.
4. Waiting to hear on Excessive Speed. Figure I will have to wait until after the New Year, but hey, at least I have something out!
5. I miss my friends. I never get to see anyone!
This is hard for me to articulate, because it's been percolating in my head for so long... I'm not sure it's going to come out right! I just know I've been training my whole life for this project, this dream. It's as if I had to have the experiences I've had in order to be worthy of getting to this point. So here goes, I'm throwing this out into the universe!
I want to run a non-profit. I want to bring music, Portland's at-risk teens and words together in ways that will have long lasting impact. I want to run an organization that combines free writing and music workshops and teen events. The workshops will run, like, four times a year. The events will meld the inspiration of words and the inspiration of music together to change lives. In my dream, Portland based bands like Floater, Everclear and others will play and Northwest authors such as Stephanie Meyer, Sherman Alexie, and others will give readings between sets.
That's my dream and I'm sticking to it. The how is whole nother ballgame. But I'm working on it.
And I don't care who hears me say it.
For the record, I love this man. He has worked for his family harder than any man on the face of the planet,(just ask him). How could you not love a man who grocery shops, keeps my car running, fixes stuff and does laundry? Seriously. Plus, he has a great sense of humor and makes me laugh more often than not.
But.
No, make that BUT.
He is a baby. What's that baby chant we used to taunt little kids with when we were bigger kids, but not big enough to be totally secure in our bigness? Kind of like neener, neener, baby needs a binky, or something like that? That's the kind of BABY I'm talking about.
I've always known this. He is NOT a good patient. (He will admit this himself.) At twenty he ruptured his appendix and by the time his mother got there, the nurses were all like, "Oh, Thank GOD, she's finally here!"
So this shouldn't be news. I've nursed him through many an illness, after all.
But now he has a hernia and the end of the world is AT HAND. When he told me on the phone that he had to have surgery, and would be down for a month, I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK. I thought, if that man is going to be sick for a month, I'm outta here. Whatever sick, sadistic S.O.B. wrote the vows in sickness and in health never had to take care of MY husband. Turns out, he would only be down a few days and would be on light duty for a month, but that is the kind of EXAGGERATION I am dealing with.
I'm trying to be sympathetic, really I am. But a hernia is NOT that big of a deal. MILLIONS of people get them and have them FIXED. I understand it is a big deal to him and I'm trying. God, am I trying.
But for the love of all that is good and holy, he's whining to a woman who had TWO children without the benefit of drugs, a twelve hour BRAIN SURGERY, BRAIN RADIATION, and had a blood vessel in the back of her sinus CAUTERIZED with VOLTS Of ELECTRICITY! WHILE CONSCIOUS.
I could SMELL my own BURNING FLESH.
Ahem. So I am really struggling with being as sympathetic as he needs me to be. Possibly because there isn't ENOUGH SYMPATHY IN THE WORLD that would satisfy.
There. I just had to get that off my chest.
Yep, I'm doing Nano. For the first time in like seven years, I had the concept and the motivation at the same time on the first of November. This idea might be THE high concept, break out novel I've been waiting for. So I went to a nano write-in last night and I can't believe how tough it is to just write and not edit. I've done it before, usually at the end of the book as I'm trying to finish, but never at the beginning when I am trying to lay a good foundation. All I have to say is December is going to be FUN.
Speaking of Nano... I went to the meet and greet last Thursday night. So I am sitting at Powells, chilling with my peeps and I hear loud applause behind me. The woman across from me says, “Some really popular children’s author is in there. Some guy named Eoin Culfer? I guess he wrote a series called Artemis Fowl?” I freak out, text my son, and run over and buy his latest and stand in line for an hour to get his autograph. I get my pix with him and bring the books home to my son, who actually gets teary-eyed! There are two authors in the world he would die to meet: one is JK Rowling, the other is Eoin Culfer.
Serendipitous!
Off to add to the 1800 words I wrote last night! (After midnight, of course!)
Since I blogged. Sorry about that, but life has been a whirlwind of nonstop activity. The new job/promotion has been taking up quite a bit of time, but I love it, so all's good.
I think I'll wait to reveal my other announcement. That's just the way the cookie crumbles, or the ball bounces or whatever homily/cliche you want to toss into the mix.
On the good news front, my agent is back into the swing of things. Love her to pieces!
Actually got to write this week. WOOT!
Went to the eye doctor and now need bifocals, which makes me officially old.
Haven't seen my friends in far too long.
Yada, yada, yada.
Basically working. 11 hours a day five days a week. More news:
1. Got a huge promotion at work that comes with a hefty raise.
2. Book club started last night. I missed my girls so much! We are starting with the Geek Girls Guide to Cheerleading. So good!
3. Am settling into the afterschool job and falling in love with the kids.
4. Am settling into the Penneys job and am actually getting useful.
5. One of our best friends came down with colon cancer.
6.My agent is back and reading the revisions of Speed. We hope to go out with it soon.
7. I have another announcement to make shortly that I am really excited about. Have to wait to say anything though. No, it isn't a book deal.
8. Am trimming down everything because I have time for nothing. Am learning to multitask. Hence the lack of bloggage.
Miss you all!
When I get stressed, as I am now, I read. Luckily, since everyone has been sending me books for the book club, I have a lot of new stuff! Because I've been so busy, my reading has been done in sips rather than gulps, but that's okay, as long as I can do it!
Books I've read in the last couple of weeks:
Lovestruck Summer by Melissa Walker
Melissa has been wonderful to our book club and even made a Vlog answewring the girl's questions. She sent Lovestruck Summer and I dove right in. Love the indie music vibe it has and loved the growth of the main character. My girls are going to adore this book!
The Geek Girls Guide to Cheerleading by Charity Tahmaseb and Darcy Vance.
Wow, this was so good. Very different and I loved the main character. Totally sucked me in.
Bewitching Season by Marissa Doyle
What's not to love. Witches and magic and romance set in Regency England. What a fabulous debut. Am jealous, I am!
What I'm reading now: Wicked Lovely by Melissa Marr
My gorgy niecy girl gave me this one to read. Am totally sucked in and am reading when I should be writing!
God, I love books!
I found the antidote for a very bad day... A bottle of wine and hot tubbing with a good friend. So nice!
Today I start my new job while still working my old one. I'm scheduled for 11 hours between the two of them. Writing? What writing?
Actually, I have a feeling that I will be probably write more because I will force myself to write whenever I have a free moment. Can't wait till next weekend! I wrote a lot over the holiday weekend and finished one proposal. The next item on my writing to do list is to finished the edits my agent wants on my full ms. Had a couple of breakthroughs last night as I was falling to sleep... and miracle of miracles, I still remember them!
Onward, people!
Warning: Whine acoming.
1. Wake up to dh throwing the overhead light on at 3:am with "An animal puked all over our new couch."
2. Children left house a dive last night. Dirty dishes everywhere and a dishwasher full of clean dishes. Consider killling them, but decide the funeral cost would wipe us out.
3. Husband very ill and whiny. Had to go to doctors.
4. Discover that uniform is still in the washing machine and wet.
5. Don't have time for a shower. Opt to curl hair instead. Find out there's no hairspray.
6. Don't have time for breakfast. Discover it's gonna be a long day at work.
7. Get massive headache. Beg son to bring Excedrin to work.
8. Have to put away three hundred bras.
9. Old lady patially disrobes so I can fish the tag out of her skanky old bra and tell her what size it is. I kid you not.
10. Accidentally scrape hard, brown old lady bump on her back with my fingernail. She gets upset. I wonder if I now have old lady skin under my nail and what that might do.
11. Husband goes to doctors and is diagnosed with diverticulitus. Which gives him a real reason for whining. Now I HAVE to be nice to him.
12. Children fighting over who gets my car. Everyone but me, I guess.
Sweet! I'll email you...
I have a smidge of green I can throw your way.
Teri,
I'll send you a complete set of my books if you send me your address.