Friday, December 17, 2010

Vampire Academy, Signed Book Giveaway

Richelle Mead could write on a paper napkin and I would treasure it.
Er, yeah, I kinda luv her style and goodness knows, the girl has it where it counts – writing great novels. With her newest, Last Sacrifice of The Vampire Academy series, she completed a breath-taking tale that made me tear pages in my haste to get to end. And cover whole paragraphs with my hand so my eye wouldn’t trail ahead of my brain. The end of book three, Shadow Kiss, lives in my mind’s eye forever.
When Erin Schneider offered a chance at a signed copy - Boy Howdy - I dropped my coffee cup and signed up.
Her blog isn't just a place to stop for the latest contest but a site for information and writing tips. As one of her grateful followers, I appreciate her time and expertise.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Wednesday Whatever Day

Happy Thanksgiving to All
And here's a new recipe!

I thought this sounded good! Here is a turkey recipe that also includes the use of popcorn as a stuffing ingredient -- imagine that. When I found this recipe, I thought it was perfect for people like me, who just are not sure how to tell when turkey is thoroughly cooked, but not dried out. Give this a try. 
8 - 15 lb. turkey
1 cup melted butter
1 cup stuffing (Pepperidge Farm is Good)
1 cup un-popped popcorn (ORVILLE REDENBACHER'S LOW FAT IS BEST)
Salt/pepper to taste

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Brush turkey well with melted butter, salt, and pepper.
Fill cavity with stuffing and popcorn.
Place in baking pan making sure the neck end is toward the front of the oven, not the back.

After about 4 hours listen for the popping sounds.

When the turkey's ass blows the oven door open and the bird flies across
the room,.... it's done.

And, you thought I didn't know how to cook...

**okay, I'm assuming by now you know this is a joke...right?...I mean RIGHT??**

Monday, November 22, 2010

Mangled Manuscript Monday

Blogger Award
Julie Eshbaugh puts new meaning to Pay It Forward.
This community of writers amazes me. Their commitment to help and give the occasional pat on the back – especially timely for me today – gives me the impetus to continue. Truly, it is astonishing.
Julie is one of those writers who give their valuable, non-existent time to help and instruct writers. She is agented with Natalie Fischer of the Sandra Dijkstra Literary and currently her novel FIREFLY is on submission to publishers. She contributes to the blog Let The Words Flow and is a freelance editor in her imaginary spare time.
With gratitude, I accept the Beautiful Blogger award and use this honor to Share the Wealth. But first, because I am accepting the award, I must share seven things about myself.
Whoa, What?!
**dramatic sigh** Okaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
Seven things about me: As a speed-reader, I inhale books, collect old books, and saw the ocean only once. I am a dead shot with a rock (ask the husband, long story), love the colors maroon, dark blue, and ivory together. Like winter and hate summer.
Sharing this award are these outstanding bloggers.
Charity is incredible with tips for all writers, whether for life or their trade.
Marcy is my inspiration. I can’t keep up with her. If I need that virtual pat on the back, she is there for me.
Magan. Fantastic site with a picture that makes me laugh every time I see it. Go on; ask her what she is doing.
Karen. Love this lady and her diligence to her craft.
Seeking the write life. Aimee has vital information to aid our writerly ambitions.
Michael is an inspiration with his recent acquisition of an agent.
Bookshelf muse. Need just the right word? Phrase? Here is where you go.
Pay It Forward has new meaning in the realm of the writerly

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Songs Sunday

Music that personifies a story’s characters.
Justus has a theme song, music that defines his personality. It opens his character traits to any who want to know him, his fears and how he views himself.
He runs from many things; his legacy, the guild of wizards but especially from his own nature.
Two songs speak to his indecision and questions.
Crystal Ball by Styx. Nothing gives Justus satisfaction in his life and he wonders how it will end if the Imperium finds him.
"I wonder what tomorrow has in mind for me,
Or am I even in its mind at all"
Wicked Game by Chris Isaak is, IMHO, one of the most erotic songs ever. When Sable enters his life, Love implodes his comfortable existence and brings the confrontation he fears.
"No, I don’t want to fall in love."
"What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way."
But his theme song describes all he is.
Bad Company by Five Finger Death Punch
"Bad company, I can’t deny
Bad, bad company until the day I die."
Do your characters have a theme song or a playlist?

Monday, November 8, 2010

Mangled Manuscript Monday

The All-Important First Page
The First Page of a novel highlights the author’s skill. Not just in writing – although impeccable grammar does help. Anything less than the basics of Susan Thurman’s The Only Grammar Book You’ll Ever Need detracts from the story.
It is the hook, the kick-start to a manuscript and Action is the key.
Action. Capital Letters. Don’t begin the novel with yawning. No backstory, don’t give Deep Thoughts from your MC, not yet.
Action. The voice of the Protag must come forth, er, speak.
Whether for agent or reader, it is the catalyst. It must open the reader’s eyes and jerk that complacent rug out from underneath them with a look-at-me kind of page.
The Action can be physical or mental, tense or quick, but it must stir the blood and pull the reader into your world.
If done correctly, the reader will nearly rip the paper turning to the second page.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Songs Sunday

My taste is music changed about two years ago. Back then, I had a schmaltzy love of old-timey stuff like Jerry Reed’s Amos Moses to Gordon Lightfoot, The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
 I was in cruise control, music-wise. Nuthin’ new.
Then I heard Nickelback, Animals and listened to Muse, Supermassive.
Shinedown, Second Chance.
All treadmill-worthy. And my life changed.
In October, Finger Eleven introduced their new album, Life Turns Electric, a collection of alternate rock tunes. This band pulled me into their world with Paralyzer and now, with this album, they are on my list of favorites.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

CHOCOLATE REALITY: Logline Blogfest!

CHOCOLATE REALITY: Logline Blogfest!

Is this writer's community great or what!

My Logline for The Magic Withheld

Justus is a clandestine wizard who must choose between surrendering his freedom to the guild of wizards or use the magic born to him. Either way, he will lose what he values most and gain a power he did not want.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010


On this Election Day, two things came to mind as I placed my vote into the ballot box.
First: Singing ‘Porn Star Dancing’ under my breath was not appropriate.
I want every vote to be legitimate, intelligent, and without prejudice.
The country deserves a fair election.
BTW, the ladies at the polling station didn’t recognize the tune.
Too bad. My next song was a rendition of ‘Bad Romance’.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Mangled Manuscript Monday

Beta Buddies, those with the purple highlights and red balloons, cackling with glee as they wield a critical eye:
Group hug J
Okay, mushy stuff is over, just know I love you all.
Er, NOW the mushy stuff is over.
A fellow critter is fearless, unafraid of hurt feelings. They know it is their responsibility to crit, not with cynicism, but with a brutal, impartial eye.
Theirs is a fresh look at a writer’s beloved spawn.
For me, the stage of tantrums is history, two years in the past. Now it is gratitude I feel and a constant headache from smacking my forehead against the wall with a how-could-I-be-so-blind.
Appreciate them, thank them, and reciprocate the critiques. It is the road to improvement. And we are traveling it together.
Thanks again.
But I warn you. I might name my antagonist after you at the end.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Songs Sunday

Music – I love almost every kind.
 Classic, Country, Rock.
Two sounds I am not crazy about are Rap and the old, twangy country-western and yes, I do find it humorous to pair them together.
My love, my passion is Rock, and let me say, right here and now, Iron Butterfly’s Inna Godda Davida is the BEST rock n roll song Eeevaaaa. Don't even try to argue with me on that factoid.
The songs that put the move to my feet – and the treadmill to turn – is what I’m talking about.
  • Nickelback’s Just To Get High
  • Lady Gaga and Bad Romance
  • Finger Eleven’s Paralyzer
This week’s recommendation is a new, self-titled album by My Darkest Days. It is absolutely stunning.
Discovered by my all-time favorite, Nickelback’s smoky-voiced singer, Chad Kroeger, this band’s album is enough to give all us closet rockers a kick.
Highly recommended.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Beta Readers

Calling all Beta Readers.
If a willing soul wants to swap chapters, query examples, synopsis, first page, etc, this is the place for you.
I keep wearing mine out…er, not really. One got herself pregnant and another has family problems and neither have a MS to trade at this time so the help was very one-sided anyway.
My writerly self is properly appalled at my misfortune, but I accept their defection with grace and mutter under my breath when they can’t hear me.
Any takers? I write urban fantasy but read nearly everything, crit regularly on MSFV, and blog with abandon.
I am a ‘fresh eye’ only and my opinion should be taken as that not as a professional.
Shoot me an email or comment and, together, maybe we can create some Magic.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Beanstalks & Bookends: Offer #8, and D-Day pushed back to Wednesday...

Beanstalks & Bookends: Offer #8, and D-Day pushed back to Wednesday...: "Okay, I received my eighth offer moments ago and I believe I lost my voice from all the talking I've done. Exhausted beyond belief and have ..."

SUCCESS!! You have it :)

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Seeking the Write Life: Slaying the Mythical Beast

Seeking the Write Life: Slaying the Mythical Beast

Gotta query that attracted an agent? Used it to nab a book contract that made you famous beyond all expectation?

Aimee L Salter has a request. Will you share the winning query so she can post it on her blog?

Excellent idea and I hope she has lots of examples soon.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Watch out for the Super Harvest Moon - NASA Science

Watch out for the Super Harvest Moon - NASA Science

The Harvest Moon; the full moon nearest the autumnal equinox.

It evokes an image of high-sided wagons pulled by chestnut-colored horses down a dry field of corn, a farmer and his boys walking along side, yanking the ears from the stalks and tossing them into the bed. The farmer’s chirrups to his horses carry in the cool air.

It is the Harvest moon because it rises just as the sun is going down, giving the farmer light to continue until dew forms on the corn. The long hours ensures his summer’s labor made it into the corncrib of the barn or the round wire-mesh bin outside. It is the beginning of harvest, the end of summer, and tells us Get ready. Winter is coming.
Like the swirling leaves from the maple trees, anticipation is in the air and harvesting, sweeping the patio, and cleaning the yard of the vestiges of summer is a part of the season.
Because, the Harvest Moon is here, seasons change, and the dance of life goes on.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Coffey. Tea. And Literary.

Coffey. Tea. And Literary.

1. If you could have a superpower, what would you have? Why?
I love this question. It gives me a chance to give my protag a bit of a bump.
My superpower: To have the ability to make a person tell or see absolute truth. Think of the possibilities, a politician answers a reporter's question without slithering around the truth.

2. Who is your style icon?
Easy, peasy. Raquel Welch. Who else can look and dress like her in ageless style?

3. What is your favorite quote?
'Enjoy the little things and the big things will take care of themselves' - Garfield, my mentor.
4. What is the best compliment you've ever received?
"We miss you." from a subordinate at my previous job.
5. What playlist/cd is on your ipod/cd player right now?
*cringe* Heaven help me. ok, here goes...Lady Gaga. Though she isn't a 'style icon' of mine (I usually drape my meat on the grill), Bad Romance is great exercise music.

6. Are you a night owl or a morning person?
Moorrrrrninnnnnng. Crack of dawn, when the rooster crows kinda person.

7. Do you prefer dogs or cats?
Oh, I gotta have at least one of each. But I prefer the cat on my lap rather than my German Shepard.
8. What is the meaning behind your blog name?
It is the title to my first manuscript. Later I changed it to Of Oak and Daemons

Monday, September 20, 2010

Full Submissions « Denise Little

Full Submissions « Denise Little

When formatting a submission to an agent, I follow the just-in-case rule. I place my info on the first page and in the footer at the bottom of the other pages of my manuscript.


Top of the page - Last name/Name of manuscript 
Bottom of the page - Full name    Email    Phone number

And the page numbers are situated top right.

In this way, the contact info is handy....Just in case the agent needs it.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

The Bookshelf Muse

The Bookshelf Muse
"We need a contest, yes? Of course we do!

Here at The Bookshelf Muse, it's all about becoming stronger writers together."

Excellent contest alert!

By word of Charity, this is one of the most generous sponsors I have seen, giving time and expertise.

Hike over there now!

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Market My Words: Today's Agent Pitch Contest!

Market My Words: Today's Agent Pitch Contest!

Shout, CONTEST! and even half-asleep writers like me snort and mumble, Whaaat?

How to Cope With Rejection, a step-by-step solution to E-jects.

We get them, those polite, generic rejections from agents who we worshiped until a moment ago. Now, after the email that tells us thanks but no thanks, really appreciate you thinking of us, not right for us, I have a solution that takes care the pissed off feeling of re- and de-jection.

Secrets follow:

Get into the sound tab of your computer.

Change the Ding, Ping, Ta Da, or whatever the darn thing plays when you get the frustrating email.

Choose something funny, happy, merry, whatever and when the email slams into the Inbox, it covers the GROAN sound.

Mine is John Wayne saying, “Don’t tell me it’s a fine morning or I’ll shoot you.”

Hey, it works for me. *snort, snicker*

Alas, the above does nothing for snail though.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Talking to myself? Who me? No, not you.

To my writerly pals: Have you ever created a character that Would Not Shut Up?

After completing my latest UF, The Magic Withheld, one of the characters reached out, grabbed my collar and said, "Not yet."

He is a moderately important figure, a seventeen-year-old kid with a combination of magic-envy and teenage angst. And there he was, waving and gesturing until my attention focused on him.

"Wait," he said, "I'm not done yet. Don't type those two words, 'the end', until I have my say."

And so I listened.

(I'll stop here for all my un-writerly friends to explain something. No, I don't hear voices - much. It is a writer's thing. The characters tend to speak to their creator, giving insight and plot intrigue. Writers understand my inner - and sometimes loud - conversation with dragons, ghosts, protags, and strong heroines.)

I liked his persistence and obvious anxiety when it appeared his story may be lost if I didn’t listen.

I listened. And planned. And wrote.

I didn’t expect a YA to slip into my mind when I began world building my magical world of the Imperium, Wilders, and Tener Unus but it appeared.

Thanks to a teenager who came to life for me and continues in The Magic Denied.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Tribute to Guardian Angels

I don't celebrate death, especially anniversaries of death.

After my mother passed away, I wrote this as a answer to the age-old question, Why do these things happen?

The Guardian Angel

She had watched her Charge throughout her life, through childhood, and adult, in tears and joy.

She had been with her, Always.

She was her Guardian Angel and had adored her from the moment she became her Charge. She laughed with her, her loves, her hurts. She wiped away her tears and soothed her worries and distress.

Since she was a tiny babe in her mother's womb, she had been with her, easing her into life, and protecting her through all dangers, stretching out her hand and with a gentle stroke shielding her Charge from harm.

For she was with her, Always.

Smiling, standing unseen, the Guardian Angel took simple joy and pride in all the adventures. With fond indulgence, the Guardian Angel watched as her Charge laughed and danced her way through the exploits of toddler, childhood, adolescent, wife, mother, grandmother.

Now, her charge was a senior. Life was a slow dance, glorying in the marvels of family, the youthful antics of the little ones and side by side, the Guardian Angel watched with her Charge as her family grew.

And smiled and laughed as they marveled in the joys of this threshold of life.

But life became hard. Her Charge was tiring and the slow dance had become painful and wearying.

And through it all, the Guardian Angel watched, caring for her and protecting her, never ending, never sleeping.

For she was with her, Always.

Now she bit her lip, her soul hurting, as she stood unseen with her Charge’s family.


She stretched out her trembling hand once more.

A strong Presence fell gently about her, stopping her. Startled, she looked up into His Face, with His sad, grieving Eyes.

Wait, no. NO...NO!

Then the strong Arms held her, kept her close, and she hid her face, as she gasped with unbearable sorrow.

Grief overtook her. She sunk to the ground, falling away from Him. She buried her face in her arms as an overwhelming realization came to her. Her young girl, her gracious lady, her loving mother, and grandmother...oh, please, no...

A deep Voice said, "Do not grieve. Your labor of love has not ended. Your duties have only shifted to a new horizon, filled and soothed with an Everlasting Joy.

“Your Charge has not ended."

As He spoke, His loving Touch stroked away the terrible, razor-sharp wound in her heart.

Then, she heard a familiar sound.

The voice of her dear lady, wondering, questioning, confused. She looked up from her tear-wet arms. Her dear lady stood gazing, with wide eyes and quick breaths, questing for something recognizable.

"You must help her. You must guide her. For her new home is prepared and waiting with Me. Your duties have not ended, but have gone toward that which is the goal of all who will come to Me."

Now, her Charge's eyes were on her, still confused, but the strained lines in her face easing now. Her dear lady sighed and relaxed, as if an anchoring lifeline had appeared. The Guardian Angel smiled, stood, and held out her trembling hand, gasping with the unshed tears. Her dear lady looked into her eyes, and then looked at her outstretched hand. Slowly, her hand slipped into hers, and the Guardian Angel gently began to pull her dear lady away.

Away from the machines and monitors. Away from the hospital bed and the earthly life.

Once, her Charge stopped, resisting her pull and looked back at the ones they were leaving.

She waited with her, their hands tightening as her Charge’s loved ones were left behind, each bowed under the terrible pain of separation, all with their own Guardian Angel touching, soothing, embracing with gentle tears.

Her Charge watched and a single tear coursed down her cheek. With longing, she hesitated; her face saddened with all the sorrow of the world and then she looked down and away from her loved ones.

Then her Charge nodded at her Guardian Angel. She smiled through her own tears and arm in arm, they both passed with Him into the Light.

To be with Him.


Wednesday, August 25, 2010

No Longer a WIP

Begun in April, conceived ten years ago, born today, my Work In Progress is completed.

Justus and Sable will probably continue to make themselves known, keeping me up at night with their personalities. And I welcome their voices but this part of their saga, their meeting and the first battle for their freedom from Tiarra, is done for now.

Now comes the hard part, getting someone to love their story as much as I do.

'Back In the Saddle Again.'

Sunday, August 1, 2010

When Inspiration Strikes!

Inspiration is a unique and very personal experience. The key that opens my mind to Inspiration has become a fascinating journey in its own right, sneaking up on me when I have my back turned.

When I run on the treadmill, it pulls the best story lines and scenes from my strange inner world though trying to read what I have written after a 4mph run can be a challenge.

After verbally painting my characters into a corner, I watched Animal Planet with a bowl of chocolate ice cream as a companion, irritated with my protag’s foggy, alcoholic conversation with his ladylove.

I swear, as I watched a cheetah pulling down her hapless lunch, a scene presented itself and my protag yelled in my ear, “See. I was right to drink that last beer. So there.”

The story proceeded sans ice cream and TV. Strangely enough, it had nothing had to do with animals, killing and eating. Or chocolate. I am glad to report that was the only time Inspiration Struck during a nature show.

Now I am deep into editing and Inspiration Strikes differently.

When exasperation kills my enthusiasm with a closed and seemingly locked door, I leave the keyboard and do something ANYTHING else.

Feed the cats, drink a cuppa, pick blackberries, anything, except think about the MS. I work on critters for Miss Snark, Query Tracker and I clear my mind of my WIP. Pretend it doesn’t exist.

And suddenly, it is there, the key that opens that locked door. I think, well, why didn’t I see that before? The conversation, the storyline, the problem with grammar, etc. There it is, right in front of me.

Inspiration is sneaky but I don't mind the surprises.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Miss Snark's First Victim: On Writing As Career

Miss Snark's First Victim: On Writing As Career

Writing as a career.

Ok, what is a career, what does it mean. Yes, I have a mind and sometimes I almost use it, but this had me stumped.

A career.

I had to check the definition after all.

"A job or occupation regarded as long term."


I have a career.

I am a writer.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Literary Agents

Should I be surprised when a 'big-name' agent displays an unprofessional attitude?

Or should I shrug and say, Oh, well, they are human, too.

When agents post nasty comments, sometimes poking fun at their prospective clients, it smacks of hubris or the god-complex of the famous. Or getting a little too big for their britches, as my grandma would say.

At this stage I should not be surprised, I suppose, to see the snide comments made by some agents on their blogs or in a workshop. We all post things, say things, that we wish to heaven we could take back, and as the proverb says, if you keep your mouth shut, you won't put your foot in it.

Discretion, in all things, I suppose is the better road, because once it is said, you can't unring that bell.

I will not name any particular agent. To do so would be to stir the pot and create more of what I feel is wrong-headed, namely a case of the nasties. And I prefer to assume they were immediately sorry and fervently wish they could take it all back.

One agent comes to mind, however, who seems polite and gentlemanly at all times. He doesn't represent my genre - I forgive this transgression - but to the best of my knowledge is always unfailingly kind in all postings, blogs, and workshops. No names here either, but his name begins with an 'N' and ends with a Bransford.

He seems like a nice guy all around - well, except for the genre preference. *Grin*

Monday, May 3, 2010

Oh, my…I guess this proves my theory: Thinking about posting in my blog will not automatically transfer said thoughts into type-written words.

And I have/had so much to say.


I highly recommend the newest Jim Butcher novel, Changes. Excellent as always.

And Silver Borne by Patricia Briggs, ditto.

These series follow the lives of Harry Dresden, wizard PI and Mercy Thompson, a sometimes mechanic and all-the-time shape shifter. Both of these series have remained true to their beginnings and, unlike some fantasy, do not bog down under subplots that become cumbersome and confusing.

An example of the last is the Wheel of Time series by the late Robert Jordan. What started so promising and fresh became laden with who-cares stuff about minor characters. The descriptions, while colorful, are the sticky-clay that causes my wheels to spin and my fingers to flip to the last page of the books.

The best series leave me in mourning when I turn the last page, wishing for more.

Wheel of Time novels make me wish they would end.

Monday, March 29, 2010

"I Drive Like a Cullen"

Sixteen months ago, I had a life-changing event.

Thankfully, not the kind where tragedy strikes or health conditions smack a person upside the head.

Nope. It was a good one; an event that made several differences in my life.

I lost seventy (yes, children, seven oh) pounds.

I began to exercise. I could hardly walk around the block, now I run 2 miles a day and lift weights.

I began to write.

The clue to my phenom makeover is in the title/subject of this posting.

Those who don’t know what I am talking about, ah, well. Never mind.
To those who recognize the clue I gave, let’s smile that knowing-grin together

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Horatio Hornblower & Tavi/Dresden

Jim Butcher has a new addition to his Dresden Files coming out April 6 named, Changes. An excellent series, his stories of the modern day wizard fighting crime and various nefarious characters is about as mesmerizing as a tale can get and I recommend this most highly.

His epic fantasy books of The Codex Alera, the story of Tavi and his adventures, are also magnificent and I dearly hope he can continue this series as well.

Now, you may have noticed the reference to Horatio Hornblower in the title. These books, written by C. S. Forester beginning in the 1930s, were about a seaman who was courageous and firm, showing nothing except his strong will to his officers and sailors. But in his mind, he is craven, weak, and he second-guesses himself at every turn. That his bravery and cleverness is without par has nothing to do with his achievements, he thinks. It is all luck or because of the circumstances.

He feels he could always have done better if he had only tried harder.

Hornblower, Tavi, and Dresden; all are the same. Heroes in everyone’s mind but their own.

Thanks to Jim Butcher for these wonderful books.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

The Ditch, or How I Spent My Weekend

I don't care who you are, if the sewer backs up into your basement, even the wonderful fascination with the world of writing will take second place in your attention.
Turned out, it wasn't something simple - the definition of 'simple' I will leave to the reader. It was the massive mulberry tree, some seventy years old, and its tenacious root system. That is it, the tree standing in the center and looking proud of its achievement.
After the chainsaws and dozer fell silent, the backhoe moved in and the result is a big ditch with the new piping system laid by yours truly and her industrious hubby.
The mischievous tree we left; smiling its smug grin.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Good News in Threes?

Hey, its only fair. If bad news comes in threes, shouldn't the same rule apply to good news?

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Who Me?

ACK! For heavens sake, never post on someone's blog when depression hits!

This is my tip for the day. Don't post on someone's blog - or your own, for that matter - when troubles seem insurmountable.

Excuses? Sure, I got 'em, but still, I should not have blogged or attempted to express my thoughts after returning from the vet. I had my sixteen-year-old dog put down and it was, shall we say, distressing.

Stupid me. I sat down at the computer and saw three rejects hit my email.

Oh, well.

I should have shut the computer off and found some chocolate, but instead I checked several of my favorite blogs. And started tapping the keyboard. And hitting Publish.

Oh, well, again.
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