Wow
I actually blogged this week. Here about tough guys and here about what’s irking me.
And….oh darn I can’t blog about it. And it’s really funny too. You can read it on my Myspace blog
Back to the cave.
/boring
I actually blogged this week. Here about tough guys and here about what’s irking me.
And….oh darn I can’t blog about it. And it’s really funny too. You can read it on my Myspace blog
Back to the cave.
/boring
Needs a new title….and what better way to find one than to hold a contest!
Also Denise is continuing the book pimpage at SFC today.
And for the record–since I’m keeping track, I finished up CJ Lyons Lifelines this weekend. You can read my review at SFC but it’s totally worth buying.
I’m over at the Mavens today blogging about how sometimes the writer’s life is like an episode of Lost (Please no spoilers. I haven’t watched the finale!)
Also the fabulous Lacy Danes is wrapping up our anniversary week at Naughty and Spice
And over at SFC Raine is blogging about….NOT. Really go check it out!
I dont know about ya’ll but it’s been a hell of a week. Summer is here; the kids are out of school in a week and I’m ready for some time away from this computer. I feel a hiatus coming on–a real one!
(my child is watching Noroku *sigh* I hate cartoons)
I cleaned house (which was like four hours of my life I’ll never get back), went to the movies and Blockbuster, took the kids to eat (twice), cooked, hit Home Depot, the pet store and the hardware store, fixed Raine’s smileys, updated the website, listened to my children argue (more hours I’ll never get back), sent a newsletter and hung a fan in my child’s room. I’m proud to say the fan works … but the light fixture doesn’t *sigh*
Did I leave anything out?
Oh yeah WRITING!
Off to do two blog posts (and finish cooking dinner)
Lucinda Betts is on a roll over at NAS…we’re talking the worst book covers…or are they?
Over at NAS I’m blogging about books you’d stake a friendship on–blatantly stolen from Stephen Parrish. Consider it a quick meme.
Over at SFC Dennie is talking about sentence structure and you really need to read this. Really.
And tomorrow at SFC we have the uber-fabulous Mechelle Armstrong guest blogging about her latest release!
The meter has moved. I’ll see ya’ll next week.
A strange thing has happened the last few mornings. I woke up happy. I know this might seem strange but normally I just wake up. The last two mornings I’ve woken up almost GIDDY. (I Should probably save this for my Monday blog post at SFC but oh well)
Strange indeed and I can’t explain the happiness (despite the impending deadline). Spring is here, the book is coming along, I have no kids this weekend, and life is good. I feel optimistic and dare I say, poised on the edge of something, almost as if I’m holding my breath….waiting.
So what’s the point of all of this?
I watched Eli Stone this morning. And if you’re not familiar with Eli you have no idea what you’ve been missing. Eli is a lawyer at a top San Fransisco law firm who suddenly begins having halucinations. All of which are geared toward him taking cases involving underdogs, helping the common man etc. It involves George Michael and has a real spiritual bent to it–because Eli’s acupuncturist/friend believes that Eli is a prophet. The truth of the matter is Eli has an (almost) inoperable brain aneurysm that they think are causing his visions–except his visions keep coming true. So, I’m watching last week’s episode–the one about the earth quake, where Eli’s boss (Victor Garber from Alias who I LURVE) nearly gets voted out of the company while Eli is trying to get the city to close the Golden Gate bridge because he believes this HUGE earthquake is coming.
So anyway Victor makes this wonderful speech about how every company, every law firm, every-body needs an Eli to basically keep them human. I had chills and I sat there watching it (and yes I know it’s TV *eyeroll*) praying PRAYING that Eli was right and that the earthquake really was going to happen.
Meanwhile in court this fringe scientist who also has predicted this earthquake gets on the stand and he said something that really hit me, so I ran for a pen and jotted it down.
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