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Heeelllooo, Everybody, and welcome to
Well, folks, August has slammed into me like a ton of bricks. Or maybe a posse of racehorses.
I knew it would happen so I wrote up a nice loooong post that I planned to upload this week.
Only one problem.
The post was boring.
OK, fine, if you don't want to guess, I'll just tell you...
This post is part of the Insecure Writers Support Group (IWSG) blog hop. That’s a wonderful hop where writers write about their insecurities and support each other by visiting others on the list. Scroll to the bottom of this post for the link to join the hop.
Each month there’s an optional question as part of the IWSG hop. This month's question is:
First, my updates:
1. No new boxes to mark off on my rejection bingo sheet
2. I’m back in the query trenches
3. My play Hot Fudge Pickles (adapted from Marilyn D. Anderson’s book of the same title) is being produced! Royalties have trickled into my Paypal account, but honestly, I didn’t do it for the pennies. I’m just excited someone’s putting the play on!
Second, I want to share a picture book biography that I love, even if I don’t agree with everything in it.
Hey, Happy 4th!
And if you don’t celebrate the US Independence Day, well then, Happy 4th anyway!
Now, I really need this blog hop because I’m in a particularly insecure position writing-wise, that I call...
Being a writer sometimes means strapping in for a wild ride.
If you can read this blog post... you have more access to my website than I do!
First, thanks to everyone who has commented the past few months. I'm trying to get on the other end of my website so I can respond. Either my computer is not being nice, or the server is down.
So until I figure it out:
UPDATE - I can access my own blog
A special thanks to the readers who commented to let me know that they could.
And a BIG thank you to those readers who continue to have patience while I catch up on responding to THEIR comments.
It seems whatever was keeping me from accessing yesterday is now corrected.
I guess you could say I’m a “long-time reader, first-time blogger” to the Insecure Writers Support Group.
Yep, that image over there means I’m finally jumping on the IWSG blog hop.
So if you're a new follower from the A to Z Challenge, wowsers! Welcome! But, chances are you don't know what that Got Goals Blog Hop thing is all about. Well, it's a tight community of bloggers (but we'd love to add to the list!) who have made some crazy goals at the beginning of the year and are now blogging about our progress. My crazy goal was to get rejected 24 times this year.
Well, today my alter-ego is taking a break, so I’m convinced that this post will be thoroughly boring.
I finally got a nice restful weekend and I’m feeling WIDE AWAKE for the last post of the A to Z Challenge.
Yawn. That’s good.
Today we want to talk about panicking.
Oh, you mean like
Ha! You thought I wouldn’t think of an onomatopoeia that started with X, didn’t you? Wrong! Whenever I consider themes for this challenge, I always jump to X. If I can think of something for X that’s not cheating too much (I avoid doing cop-outs like “eXciting” and “X marks the spot” if I can), then I’ll go with the theme. But enough gloating; let’s talk about kisses.
When I was a teenager, which is farther in the past than I would like to calculate, I liked using the catch phrase, "wait-what?" Then Disney practically trademarked the phrase in Frozen, and I could never use it again. Luckily, I was well into my adulthood by then.
Feeling Sloggish? Drowsy? Suffering from pink snow?
Then try Voom!
I’m sorry, folks. I’ve pulled two late-nights working on projects unrelated to this post and therefore have nothing good to write about today. Therefore, I am canceling this blog post.
Uh Oh! No, wait... uh, Reader, can you just wait right there? – I’ll talk to her about this whole blog canceling thing.
When my daughter was three, plugging her in to the car seat was sometimes a challenge. She liked to squirm, sometimes from excitement and sometimes for other reasons. On one of the ‘other reasons’ occasions, it was my will against hers and she was determined to win. I finally got one of the buckle pieces in, but the other had slipped from my fingers. My daughter assumed the hanging strap was broken. “Tsk, tsk,” she scolded, “If you break it, you have to pay for it!”
This post is meant to read with a subdued voice.
One time, I tried to explain to my kids what dialup used to sound like. They are so used to the silent almost instant internet connection, that explaining the series of sounds a computer would make while connection to the internet - from the dial tone to fax machine static - felt like I was an alien from outer space trying to describe time travel.
I have to say, Q is an awkward letter in onomatopoeia.
And that awkwardness can be useful.
In one of the picture book manuscripts I’m working on, there’s a spot where the page turn produces a surprise “Pop!”
I’m trying to make the story around it worth that pop.
Every 4th of July that I can remember, my family would sit and watch the fireworks. Each firework always got the same response: ooh, Ahhh, Ohhh.
Sounds like that would get boring. But it wasn't because there was a lot of giggling intermixed.
My daughter is weird.
When she was four, her two front teeth became abscessed. They had to be pulled.
Before you pity her, though, read on.
This little girl was so excited to get her front teeth pulled by “Dr. Don” that the night before she told her older brother, “na na, na NA na, I’m getting my teeth pulled and you don’t. na na, na NA na!”
Her brother was not envious.
All right, I have just discovered, and am sorry to announce,
The English alphabet has failed us.
I write about, with, for, and around kids all day. (Well, maybe I do the dishes too. Sometimes.)