Monday, February 28, 2011

Super 8 Debut Albums Bloghop

Here's a fun bloghop starting over at DiscConnected today. The idea is to list 8 albums that hit mega success on their debut. Doesn't always happen, but man, when it does, it just rocks.

On the flip side, sometimes that's the problem with being so successful right off the bat. They have their own awesomeness to compete with, and they don't always quite cut it. Gee, I hope I'm so unfortunate with my first novel. ;)

So here are mine:

My top 8 debut albums that just kicked butt. Not just a few songs, but every song from start to finish.

In no particular order....

1. Pearl Jam  -  Ten
2. Nine Inch Nails  -  Pretty Hate Machine
3. Tori Amos  -   Little Earthquakes
4. Ben Folds Five  -  Ben Folds Five
5. Janet Jackson -  Control
6. Guns & Roses  -  Appetite for Destruction
7. Coldplay -  Parachutes
8. Sublime  -  Sublime

And for extra credit, let me just add Michael Jackson's Off the Wall. 

Golly gee,  these bands are really swell. ;) I can listen to each of these albums from start to finish and love every single song.

Don't forget to check out the other entries and see if you agree.  Now, it's your turn. Which albums would you say hit superstar status with their debut album? Which ones could you listen to over and over?

Saturday, February 26, 2011

What I Learned From True Grit

Hubby and I partook in the blessed date night last night. We try to do it once a month, usually dinner with no other pressing obligations. Last night I was able to finagle a movie out of him. He's always a sucker for a good Western.


So we saw the critically acclaimed True Grit, which is up for 11 Oscars for this Sunday. First off, it's a remake and adapted from the actual novel. This one was a Coen brother film, which I hadn't realized going into it, but was a nice surprise. The Coen brothers are renowned for their unique style, and often odd and abrupt endings. True Grit was no different in that aspect.

I've never read the story or seen the other versions, so I didn't know the story at all. The acting was outstanding. With big names like Jeff Bridges, Josh Brolin, and Matt Damon, it's expected. But young Hailee Steinfeld really stole the show. At fourteen she was phenomonal--and there were some tough lines. Wow, this girl has a bright future ahead of her.

You probably already know the premise, so I'll just say in most ways, it's a typical Western film with horse riding, guns, and killing. But the nice touch of having a young girl on the trail was refreshing. What made this film especially exceptional was the dialogue. The actors nailed their characters and the dialogue was believable and clever.

So what did I learn from it? It was very basic, but the simplicity of it is what made it work so well:

The Inciting Incident ---    Mattie's father is killed by an outlaw

The Goal ---   Mattie wants to capture and punish her father's killer

The Surface Problem ---  Finding someone who will help Mattie track the killer down, and what to do with the killer once he's found.

The Story Worthy Problem --- A fatherless, but spitfire little girl, and a has-been old drunk U.S. Marshall without a family, having to work together to bring about justice.

The conflicts are bountiful throughout the story. Unlikely companions thrown together, facing the cold, treacherous midwest on horseback, encountering outlaws and oddballs along the way. The story is nothing extraordinary, but the intriguing characters come alive through their dialogue, which breathes the kind of life into the story that every storyteller dreams of.

Bottom line: As long as you have a story goal and plenty of conflict, you can make just about anything work, so long as your characters are alive with verve.

So who's in for the Oscars tomorrow night?? I'll be having my own little Oscar party, and I'll be on Twitter, so join me if you like, using a hashtag of  #WatchOscars. Will be a lot of fun!

BTW for those who commented on my Crusade Challenge post yesterday, thank you! All of it was true, except the part about what PK stands for. My first name is not Pamela. And maybe, someday, I'll tell you what it stands for. Or you can guess if you like. But my middle name really is Kay. :)

So have you seen True Grit? Or any of the other Oscar nominated films? I've been behind on my film watching. But tell me your faves! Or any that really blew chunks? I wanna know that too!!

Friday, February 25, 2011

Have I Met the Challenge?

So, by the seat of my pants I'm making this post in time for the first Crusaders' Challenge.

Here's the rules: In 300 words I have to give you (not in this order btw):
 1 lie
 1 secret
 1 best character trait
 1 fave thing
 1 annoying habit
 1 quirk
And use the words bloviate, fuliguline, rabbit, and blade

Okay, here goes....

I've gone by the nickname PK my entire life. It stands for Pamela Kay. Everyone I know calls me PK, except when Hubby want's to be cute and calls me by my first name. He especially does this when we're in the car and he's driving. I'm such a backseat driver. I wouldn't say that annoys him the most, but it's up there--right along with my preference for keeping my feet out from under the covers.. even when it's cold out. Those aren't enough to keep him from loving me though... well, it's either that or the fact I've taken him to Hawaii at least six times. It's my fave place in the world. If he knew that I'm secretly in love with Legolas from the Mirkwood realm, he may not be so happy, but I'd never leave Hubby for an elf--I wouldn't wanna have to grow old, while he stayed young.
And if it's any indication of my brilliance, or lack thereof, I must confess I had to look up both bloviate and fuliguline to find out what they mean, neither of which define me. I'd have to say my best character trait is bravery. Sure, I get scared like anyone else, but never enough to back off. I'll confront anyone or any situation.... Heck, I'll follow the white rabbit anywhere. Give me a blade and I'll learn to use it. So if nothing else gets me through this world, I know I can rely on my courage.

Okay, sorry... hope that wasn't too long and grueling. Hop over to Rach Writes for more on the challenge. I have so much fun reading the other entries.

Can you guess which of the above is untrue?

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Weekly Spotlight .... Could Be You!

It's that time again! Wacky Wednesday, Hump Day, call it what you will ...

But it's Weekly Spotlight time! For my new follower friends, Wednesdays are the day I shine the spotlight on a blog I follow and tell you why. It's a great way to make new bloggy friends.

Today, the Blogger Oscar goes to ....


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What a fun blog! William is your classic comic relief, in a really cool and down to earth way. I love the pics he posts as well as his snippets of writing. He's a fab writer. And his opinions on politics and entertainment are spot on. (With me, anyway.)

So what are you waiting for? If you don't follow William, hop on over and have a peek. You'll be glad you did!

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

But What if I'm Brilliant???

This is what I ask Hubby when I need time to write. When you both work, have two young children and a dog, it's hard to find personal time for marriage, much less personal time for one's self. Sometimes ... (and don't tell Mr. Hrezo this) but sometimes I have to finagle, coerce, stretch the limits a little ...

All so I can have time to write. Hey, we all make sacrifices and we're all busy. Often times it's our dedication that cultivates success rather than sheer talent. At times, I tell Hubby, "But, honey, what if I'm brilliant?? What if there's an amazing story inside me and it never gets out because we didn't make time for it??"

Yeah, I know. I do what I can. But there could be truth to those words, and sometimes life gets in the way too often. We have to want it bad enough to make it happen. But you know what? When I woke up this morning to take the dog out, I stepped into our back sun room and lo and behold! Hubby had surprised me with a brand new work area! A wrap-around desk so I can swivel back and forth between laptops and room in the middle for pen and paper and sticky notes and coffee, etc. What a guy! He worked all night putting it together while I was sleeping.

Of course, now I have to show it off .... Feast your eyes:

There's Little PK watching her Smories.

So yeah, view of the woods and plenty of room to stretch out. For Christmas Hubby surprised me with a new leather office chair. Do I have a great guy or what?? Notice the bag of Ghiradelli dark chocolates behind Little PK's head .... Uh-huh. A man that knows I need chocolate is man after my own heart.

So this is where I work. Jen at Unedited has pics posted today of where she works. And for my fellow parents, if you're not familiar with Smories, it's a wonderful kid website. Little PK loves it. It's just videos of different children reading stories. Kids can click around to the different children, listen and learn.

On a side note, I just wanted to give props to Dezz over at HOLLYWOOD SPY. He designed my title banner for my blog and I LOVE it. Don't know Hollywood Spy? Check it out! It's a lot of fun and you can get your lowdown on the latest entertainment. If I wanna know what latest movie is coming out, I just check out Hollywood Spy. He is awesome!

A HUGE welcome to new friends and fellow crusaders! So glad you're here. I don't have any questions for you today, but if there's anything you'd like to know about me, please ask. I'll try to answer everything in my next post. If you don't have any questions, tell me where YOU do your writing ....

Sunday, February 20, 2011

The Query Roller Coaster

Happy Sunday! And welcome to new followers and fellow crusaders! I'm looking forward to getting to know all of you better over these next few months. Currently, there's a crusader challenge happening, but unfortunately I haven't had a chance to participate. It kinda snuck up on me. But pop over to Rach Writes for all the deets and check out those who are participating.

I did a little blog redecorating... getting ready for Spring. I am so ready. The weather here in FLA has been outstanding and I can hardly wait for the first beach trip of the year. In the spirit of Spring and some much needed beach time, I thought some bright colors were in order.

So, right now I'm riding the query roller coaster. You know, ups and downs, twists and turns. It's such a strange place to be. I'm getting requests and rejections almost simultaneously. If you write YA, check out the Agent Mailbox forum on YALitChat. I've had some requests through there, and the personalized attention you get toward your query is fantastic. It's a great place to meet other YA writers, and the peeps there are so genuinely nice and helpful.

One thing I've learned for sure about the query process: it's good to keep a momentum and stay on course. I try to get out one or more queries each day through Query Tracker, and I've already started my "story bible" for my next project. I think it's important to start work on your next story asap, instead of putting all your eggs in one basket. I tend to transport my heart and soul into my new projects, which helps when I receive rejections on the older ones.

So that's where I'm at. Anyone else riding the query roller coaster right now? If not, where are you on your journey? 

BTW one thing that always cheers me up from rejection doldrums, is watching Napoleon Dynamite. Don't believe me? Try it some time when you're down in the dumps. The effects are surprising. ;) Happy Sunday!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Bernard Pivot Blogfest today ... Yep, another one!

Quick, easy blogfest here. Learn a little more about me from a few questions below. Then, peruse the other entries from blofest HDQ at Nicole Ducleroir's blog One Significant Moment in Time.

  1. What is your favorite word?
       I have a few:  shenanigan, bamboozle, tomfoolery, velocity
     2.   What is your least favorite word

          Fart. It's funny, but it just has that taboo sound about it ( no pun intended)

  1. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
  1. What turns you off?
         Corporate America, and working for The Man
  1. What is your favorite curse word?
         Believe it or not, I don't really curse, therefore I have no faves. I've never                                                                  been a fan of fowl language
  1. What sound or noise do you love?
         my children getting so tickled by something funny they can't stop laughing 
  1. What sound or noise do you hate?
         incessant dog barking 

  1. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
         Sure would like to be a backup dancer for Janet Jackson. Anyone have any connections with her? Once I get that taken care of, I should have no trouble getting my books pubbed.   
  1. What profession would you not like to do?
         Dentist. Ugh! I'd hate having my hands in peep's mouths all day, smelling their stinky breath.
  1. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
      "Welcome home, my girl! You did the best you could down there, come ... your palace awaits. Your worries will be no more."

Thanks for dropping by! What about you? What's your fave or least fave word?

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The Anti-Valentine Blogfest (My Worst Date Ever)

Okay, so now that everyone has had their fill of cavity-causing sweetness (both literally and figuratively,) let's get down and dirty and dole out the sour apples. You know, we all have them--those less than sparkling memories that pummeled our confidence or bore chips on our shoulders. Hey, that's life. You win some, you lose some.

Today is all about the anti-Valentine. Beth Fred's idea, and I have to say I love it. I get sick of all the sugary romance (just ask my hubby) and I find myself craving a healthy dose of realism from time to time. I've had equal shares of broken hearts and breaking hearts, but believe it or not, I ain't bitter. Life is too short.

So this little memory of my worst Valentine's ever, is going out to all those singles who haven't met Mr./Mrs. Right yet; to all those peeps who feel a little pain in their chest when this Hallmark holiday rolls around--you know, the one better known as Valentine's Day, but is more aptly called, Singles Awareness Day.

Picture it: High school, February of 1990. I'm a junior, boyfriendless, and it's almost Valentine's and time for the Sadie Hawkins dance (you know the one where the girls ask the guys.) I've had a crush on this junior guy for a few months now, and we've done some flirting. He's driven me home a few times because I don't have a car yet. Okay, I'm under-stating when I say "crush." I'm totally infatuated with this dude--total red neck too. I don't know what I was thinking. Nothing against red necks, but this guy was the worst sense of the stereotype.

Anyway, I finally get up the nerve to ask him to the dance. He says yes and I buy the dance tickets and a brand new dress. A few days before the dance, the guy totally blows me off. He dodges me in the halls, doesn't offer me a ride anymore, pretends he doesn't see me ... that kind of thing. The night of the dance I'm fully aware there isn't going to be any date. I'm left without any explanation, two good-for-nothing tickets that I bought, a new dress, and a broken heart for Valentine's. My parents were like, "What the heck happened?"

It was one of those times when you just don't know how to answer. Do you tell your mom and dad you're a loser? Do you curse the guy out? I remember my answer was very vague, something like, "I just changed my mind is all."

I think I was more ticked off than depressed. It was such a lame thing to do--the equivalent of standing someone up. I was feeling pretty down on myself. At sixteen, everything is over-intensified. When I ran into him a few years after high school, oh how the tables had turned. What can I say, I was a late bloomer ... and it was such sweet revenge. ;)

But, I'm happy to report that poor sixteen year old PK didn't have to endure heartbreak for long ... exactly one month later, I hooked up with the guy who would become my high school sweetheart. We stayed together throughout the rest of high school and first year into college. I ended up moving on and breaking his heart, but life is like that. Just meant I was moving on to eventually meet Mr. Hrezo (my Mr. Right.)

So that's my worst date story ever. I know, it's not that bad. But at the time it sure felt like it. Hop over to Beth's blog for Anti-Valentine HDQ and read the other entries.

What about you? Any bad dates, loves, Valentine's you wanna share?? I'm all ears!

Monday, February 14, 2011

Just Kiss Already Blogfest ... and more!

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!! Thanks for stopping by! It's always a special day for children as they trot along to their classrooms with little Valentine cards and goodies in tote. My son has his skeleton Valentines all folded over and addressed with little heart stickers adorning them. And my daughter (the preschooler) just got pooped out from signing her name on all those little fairy kitty Valentines. Poor thing. She signed maybe four.... it was just too much work. LOL!

I was never much of a sap for this holiday, but I love the idea of everyone in a romantic mood for the day. So in the continued spirit of the weekend, I'm posting 250 words from my YA story, Float, for the Just Kiss Already blogfest. Read mine here, then check out the other entries at blogfest HDQ on Stina Lindenblatt's blog Seeing Creative. All that smooching is bound to put a little spark in your step today.

Also, there is a fun blogfest going on tomorrow too. And there's still time to sign up for it. It's the UN-Valentine blogfest where bloggers share their worst Valentine's or date ever. I know what mine was ... back in high school .... this guy I really liked, see ... Oh! Wait ... that's for tomorrow. Tune in then to find out my worst date experience ever. Do you have one you'd like to share so we can all laugh and cry together?? Go sign up at Beth Fred's site for the Anti-Valentine Blogfest.

Okay, my Just Kiss Already scene from Float. It's very short, which is the idea. But a quick set up:  Sterling and Ali have just met at the airport and are spending the day together. He's on a layover headed back to Australia and Sterling works in the airport. After a night-long conversation over coffee they decided to head out into the city .... the chemistry between them has been growing all day ....

              I look into his face, only inches from mine. It moves closer. I feel his hot breath, smell its sweet muskiness. Those lips I’ve been eyeing all day are now about to touch mine. They part slightly, moving in closer. I can’t breathe.
                Instinctively, I bring my face toward his. Our lips meet, pressing into one another—gently at first, then firm and powerful. Sweet. Delicious. Amazing. My head spins. I want more.
                But he retracts from me, smiling. Irresistible. Does he know what he’s doing to my body? He stands up and offers a hand to help me to my feet.
                “I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw ye,” he says.
                I feel my face flush with embarrassment. But I smile. “Let’s go.”
                We hold hands as we cross the street, back to the bus stop. This is the best New Year’s Day of my life. What a way to start the year.
                My first kiss.         

Thanks for tuning in! Welcome to new followers and fellow crusaders! I'll be making my rounds to all your blogs soon. Do you have a memorable first kiss? Please share ... maybe I can use it for future stories. ;)

Friday, February 11, 2011

That's YAmore Blogfest

Starting today, Oasis for YA is running a weekend long romance-fest. *gasp* *swoon*

I'm posting 250 words of a romantic scene from my most recent story, contemporary YA, Starsong. Check mine out, then hop on over to blogfest HDQ at Oasis for YA and read all the entries!

But first! Just a few things of note, then I'd love any feedback or comments for my swoon worthy scene.

Jules, over at Trying to Get Over the Rainbow has left me a valentine with the understanding that I pass it on to all my lovely bleeps. Please accept this special valentine from me to you. Post it with pride on your own blog and pass it on to your own bleeps. Sealed With A Kiss *smooch*

 Also, Amber Argyle has a fantasy giveaway going on, so check out her blog for the deets. It's super easy. And if you didn't already know, DL Hammons Whodunit contest is happening right now and it's murder mystery blogtastic!

Okay, now for a scene from Starsong. Just to kind of set the scene for you, Wynonna and Sami have been playing music together for a couple of weeks now, all the while the attraction growing between them. This scene is when they both realize there's something more. It's 4th of July at the lake. They're alone on a hill top:

          The first of the fireworks whistles through the night, then pops and crackles over the trees. Neon colors splatter across the sky, reflected by the lake, and drawing my attention away for only seconds.
            I look back at Sami, his face is only inches from mine. “Fireworks,” I say.
Duh. Way to be Captain Obvious, Wynonna.
            Sami says nothing. He takes one of my hands in his, then the other, standing in front of me now. His hands are warm, his skin soft. I can smell the sandalwood on his clothes.
            He raises our hands between us, our fingers intertwining slowly, then palms pressing together with more force. And that's all it takes—a single touch to trigger the feelings that have been building inside of me. We embrace. I allow my hands to run up along his back, feeling the warmth of his body and welcoming it so closely to mine.
            A gasp escapes my lips. I didn't know he'd feel this good. He caresses my arms, my back. This touch is long overdue, but still our lips haven't met. Something so erotic stirs inside me—a swirling of emotion and desire like I've never felt. He pulls just barely away from me. I search his face for a sign.
            His eyes are blazing like embers, making my insides twist into a knot. I've been dreaming of seeing him in just this way. His face approaches mine. Our lips touch, blend, unite. I could swallow him whole. His mouth tastes like comfort food—warm, nourishing. I let the passion inside me take over my body, kissing him harder, deeper. He lifts me up, our lips still locked together, as he carries me.
            Fireworks still whistle, pop, and crackle overhead, but I can't tell if they're from my body or from the pyrotechnic display. I don’t care which it is. All I care about is Sami here with me, our bodies together.

Thanks for reading! If you have any constructive suggestions, I'm all ears. 

Tune in Monday for a First Kiss Blogfest! I'll be posting from my other story. Hope to see you then! Hope you have a swoon worthy weekend, or at least chill, if nothing else. ;)

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Weekly Spotlight ... Could Be You!

Is it Wednesday again already?? Whoa, I can't keep up. Anybody got one of those time turners I can borrow? Mine is on the fritz again, and I just can't seem to keep up with all ten thousand things on my list.  :S

Anyway, let's talk weekly spotlight. Welcome to my new followers and fellow crusaders! Glad to have you here and looking forward to becoming friends. Just a note, make sure your blog is linked to your Blogger profile so we can follow you back. And check out all the links on my sidebar to the right for some great things going on.

Speaking of links, that brings me to my weekly spotlight. Mid week I shine the spotlight on a blog I follow and tell you why I follow them. This week, the Blogger Oscar goes to ....


*bated breath*


I love anything that has to do with fairies, so of course, I just lurve Summer's blog and how fairy-licious it is. But one of the unique and fabulous perks to her blog is the Current Blogfest link at the top. She keeps track of blogfests so you don't have to.  Want to know what's going on in the blogosphere, but been out of the loop for a few days? Check Summer's blog and see what you can sign up for.

Aside from her informative blog, she's fun, cute, and always good for a comment. If you're not following her already, hop on over and give her a shout.

Before you go, though, quick question... how do you feel about return comments from bloggers you comment on? What I mean, is if you leave a comment on my blog, do you come back to check for my response? I'm taking an unofficial poll, just out of curiosity. My theory is that, although I'd love to respond to each of you individually, unless you ask me a direct question, I don't take the time to respond to each comment. I most definitely read ALL of them and appreciate every single person who takes time to comment. However, I don't go back and check blogs I comment on unless I make a direct statement or question. Therefore, I don't do it on my own blog either. I know it's good blogging etiquette, but how many of you really return to blogs after just a regular comment?

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Because it's Too Funny Not to ...

Sunday, Fun day! Not really for me, I'm working. But I sure hope the rest of you are enjoying your weekend.

I have a super funny list of metaphors below, but first I wanted to mention some fantastic things happening around the blogosphere.

*  Elena Solodow has a very cool project going on which includes 250-500 words of your story, costumes, and videos. That should intrigue you enough, eh? Go check it out..

*  Tracy over at Forever Endeavor has started an online book club and the first pick is already out. How cool is that? If you're interested in being a part of it, hop over to her blog and get the deets. You have til Feb. 25 to read the first selection, but if you wanna skip this round and try the next, that's okay too!

* And because I got such a tickle out of this post, check out Carla White's idea of how to make use of all those spam emails we get in our inbox. It will make you chuckle!

Now, the other day I saw this list on my writer friend, Kathryn Kuponoff's blog and I had to post it here for my readers in case they missed it. It's too funny not to.

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli, and he was room temperature Canadian beef.

5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.

8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.

9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.

10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.

12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.

16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.

18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.

25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

Okay, so enjoy your Sunday. If you're watching the big game, have fun! Can you think of a wacky metaphor? Share it here ...  Oh hey! I think I just got an idea for a blogfest ... hmmmm.....

Friday, February 4, 2011

Romancing the Muse

Earlier this week Hubby and I took a canoe trip down the river while the kids were in school. It may tick off some of you who are bundled up in snuggies and Uggs right now, but our weather down south has been amazing. Crisp, cool days when the sun feels so good you could fall asleep basking in it. I know you hate me, don't you. ;)

But these are our pleasant months. Soon it will be miserably hot and muggy.

I was reminded on our canoe trip how important it is to "romance" our muses. They need to be coddled and loved and nutured just like a lover would be. It's so easy to get stuck in cyber world and glued to our computers pecking away at our new stories and blog posts. But geez, Louise! Don't you just feel totally blah sometimes from it? My brain turns to mush.

Drifting down the serene river in silence except for the birds was just what my muse needed to feel loved again. I was so inspired by the way the knobby cypress trees refelected in perfect symmetry on the river, and the way that nature forms her own little nooks and crannies in the earth, that I was overflowing with ideas for my next story. I was in writer wonderland ... world building in my head like you wouldn't believe.

My muse said, "Thank you, girl. This is what I'm talkin' about."

Have you romanced your muse lately? Try it. Find the magic in the ice crusted ponds and icicle laden trees. Find inspiration in the blankets of white, sparkling snow. Or if you're like me and snowless, get outside and enjoy the beauty of nature that surrounds us. Your muse will thank you.

On a side note, my friend Beth Fred, formerly of Project 52 and fellow YA writer,  has a new website up and needs some lurve. Hop over and give her a follow if you can. She's super nice and will return the favor.

Also, Rachel Harrie of Rach Writes has started the Blogging Crusade! Hop over and sign up so you can enjoy building your platform with other hopeful writers! What a fantastic way to network! Don't miss out.

Do you have any advice to keeping your muse nurtured and happy? Please share! 

Have a wonderful weekend!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Weekly Spotlight .... Could Be You!

Greetings, bleeps! Happy Wednesday to you! If you're having a snow day, hope you're enjoying. We don't get those down here in Florida. It's pleasant and balmy out... just a typical day. Thankfully, I didn't have to work today. The canceled flights just won't end. I'm so over it.

Anyway, if you're new to my blog, welcome! I'm super happy to have you here. Wednesdays are the day I do a weekly spotlight. I shine the light on a blog I follow and tell you why. You never know, one day it may be YOU.

Today, the Blogger Oscar goes to ...


Have you met Christi before?? She is a dynamite writer and she hosts a stupendous blog focused on the craft. Just check out her sidebar for helpful links on writing. She is dedicated and super sweet. Who couldn't use a blog like that??

I've been wanting to spotlight Christi's blog for awhile now, and today seemed like the perfect day. Her post today is on an 11 year old writer, Rebecca, who shares a short story. Rebecca hopes to get some constructive feedback as well as advice in general. Did you write stories as a child? I sure did.

I took full opportunity to share a little writerly wisdom with Rebecca. How cool would that have been to receive when you were a kid?

Take a moment to stop by there today and show Rebecca some encouragement and lurve. Then, if you don't already, start following Christi's blog and take full advantage of her helpful tidbits.

What are you waiting for??