September 2008

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OMG YAY

Image via WikipediaSo you all remember last year's NaNoWriMo manuscript, right? The one I sent to Silhouette Desire in like February? Yeah? You with me?

Well, I got a call from the editor today (which, squee, I've never gotten a phone call from an editor before) to tell me that she's sent it up to the next level for another read-through! Woohoo! This is a big deal to me because it means: (a) the first editor who read it liked it enough to send it to someone else to read; (b) it's not rejected!

So I'm happy dancing in my chair today, and crossing my fingers that this whole thing will remain in the Not Rejected category until they decide to offer me wads of cash for my li'l ol' story.

Weeeee! (My friend Merinda summed it up best in her Twitter response to my squee: "OMG YAY")

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CHCC December 2008 Concert
(Sorry, parental units. I tried the title without "ass" and it wasn't nearly as funny. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the funny.)

My entry hallway:


My dining room:


My coffee table:


My mantle:


My guest bathroom:


(I had to take 2 shots of the bathroom because I couldn't get the floor mat and the mirror in the same shot. The sign over the mirror says, "You are bootiful." Bwahahaha, that cracks me up.)


So have you decorated obscenely early for Halloween? Please tell me I'm not the only one...
I really enjoyed this first in the series, Twilight, from Stephanie Meyer. I remember daydreaming about someone sweeping me away into a new world, because I was obviously too weird for the normal one. There are a lot of appealing things in this book, not only for teenage girls, but also for those of us who are a little older and wiser. I'll be interested to see how the saga continues.
Image by cjohnson7 via FlickrMost afternoons as I'm driving home from work, I see a young man, maybe college age or a little bit older, walking down the sidewalk, carrying a guitar. The first day I saw him, I had to do a double take, because he wasn't carrying his guitar over his back like I've seen most people do. He had it slung across his chest and was playing it as he walked. As I approached, I caught a few chords, since my windows were down that day.

I saw him again a few days later and looked a bit closer. His hair was shaggy and he wore beat up jeans, and his guitar looked none-too-new either. He was just strolling and playing, maybe singing. It was hot, but he wasn't concerned about the weather, or that the clouds were starting to gather for a late evening storm. There was no way to tell how far he'd walked or how far he had left to go, but he seemed mellow, and fine with walking however much longer it took to get where he was going.

I still see him regularly, walking and strumming, sometimes with a friend, but most of the time alone and content about being alone, and fine with the fact that he's walking, just walking, not thinking about where he was or where he's going to be.

And I think that's pretty darn cool.

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