Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Blog will be dark for a few days (yet again, I know). Am visiting family in bright sunny small town central California. They have internet, but it is so slow. If I have time to camp out at a Starbucks, I'll post but if not, will check in when back home on Monday.
Hope everyone has an awesome rest of the week and to all my fellow Utahns, have a great holiday weekend!
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Due to some vehicular malfunctions, the continuation of the Covers conversation has been rescheduled to . . . a later date. We apologize for any inconvenience.
If you're interested, here's what happened. (I didn't even have time to upload pictures!)
Last week the inside driver's side door handle of my car broke off. I guess I just don't know my own strength. We waited for the new part to come in. Yesterday, the window - which I had been rolling down to reach out and open the door from the outside - decided it no longer wanted to roll down. I had to crawl out the passenger door. And you can only do that so gracefully. Luckily, the part came in and my husband was going to fix it.
At the parts shop to pick up the new door handle, Husband calls and tells me his muffler fell off. Just fell off. Well, italso got wedged underneath the back end of his car, but it is all taken care of now. So he needs a new muffler (and piping or whatever goes with an exhaust). This comes after last week when his radiator blew.
So *sigh* I didn't get to finish up my research for the blog post. Suck. I was actually starting to *gulp* like research. Sort of.
Anyway, I guess when it rains, it pours.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
It's sexy, it's provocative, screaming for attention in a terminal full of bored travelers playing the waiting game. But it DEFINITELY was no magazine with a page count of 416.
So it got me thinking, what makes for a great, jump-out-at-you cover?
I'm more than guilty of judging books by their covers once I've run out of suggested readings. If a cover doesn't work for me (and it varies from book to book) chances are, I'll do little more than scan the title/author info. So what do you think makes for a great cover to pull people in and get us reading?
Colors? Words? Pictures?
Any thoughts? More on this tomorrow!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
My fingers throb at me.
“Shit,” I mutter as I pull the hood of my sweatshirt over my head and step into the torrent. Could this day get any worse?
Within the first minute the sheets of rain have soaked through my clothes. It is only five blocks home—walking isn’t so bad when the sky’s not falling—but today it feels endless. I know I’ll have pneumonia or something by the time I make it to my house.
A couple cars pass by slowing to ogle the weird girl walking through the downpour, drenched to the bone, but no one stops. This isn’t surprising. No one in this neighborhood would offer me a lift home in my current condition. My soaking wetness would ruin the interior of their fancy cars. It’s unfortunate that I would cast my mother in league with these same people.
Halfway down the third block a car pulls up beside me.
I walk faster, uncertainty and fear exploding inside.
I’m about to break out in a sprint when I feel a hand on my shoulder. Spinning on my heel, I almost deck Stephen. If he didn’t catch my fist in the palm of his hand.
He grins. “Ninja speed,” he says loud enough so I can hear. The rain’s roar drowns out all other noise.
I drop my fist. “Sorry,” I answer.
“What are you doing?”
“Obviously I’m walking home!” The edge in my voice makes him take a step back and I feel immediately guilty for taking out my anger on him. “I just—”
“What?” I’m surprised by the offer. I know how much he loves his car.
“Get in!” he yells, already opening the passenger side door and chasing his sister into the back seat. “Reagan! Get in the damn car!”
I don’t know what to say, but I know I’m very cold and very wet. I don’t give myself a chance to think twice and am settled into the passenger seat of the car before he says anything else. My teeth chatter as Stephen turns up the heat and points the vents at me.
“So you make it a habit to walk alone in the dark on stormy nights?” he asks with a grin.
I haven’t ever noticed how nice his smile is before now. Even if he’s being kind of a jerk to me, he still did stop to give me a ride. And now he’s probably as wet as I am from his brief stint outside the car. “Shut up,” I reply. “Thanks for the ride though.”
Stephen shrugs and starts driving.
“Hi Reagan,” a quiet voice behind me says.
I turn to see Hannah smiling at me. “Hi Hannah.”
“How come you were walking in this weather?”
With a sigh I mutter, “It’s a long story. A long, stupid story.”
Monday, July 13, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Not wanting to waste my wanton efforts of productivity and knowing that I do need to go back to do revisions and edits this is what I've done in the interim as the brain has been playing the stewage game with words. . . We'll call it "editing my yard" yeah?:
Here are some of the casualties, both of the hydrangea bush as well as trimmings from 3 trees in our backyard. I was ruthless. Still working on that same ruthlessness on the wordage side . . .
Up next? Well, if it stops raining and doesn't rain again *crossing fingers* the ground might dry up enough we can mow the lawn. Freak Utah weather, I'm not holding my breath.
What about you? How are your wips coming along??