I’m lovely!

As I was slaving over a hot stove preparing supper for the horde of hungry menfolk clamoring for food just outside my kitchen tonight (okay, okay, Seymour and the boys don’t exactly count as a horde of hungry men, but in a couple of years, I’m sure the boys alone will), I learned that my good friend Lindsey (whom I would like to thank profusely once again) had nominated me for the One Lovely Blog Award.  So, without further ado, ze rules:

  • Include the blog award logo in your post – check
  • Thank the person who nominated you – double check
  • Provide seven random facts about yourself – check again (see below)
  • Nominate seven other blogs and let them know – alrighty then!

The Facts, Ma’am, Just the Facts

  • I have a terrible memory and it’s getting worse.  If I don’t write things down, I don’t remember them.  Unfortunately, sometimes I remember that I need to write something down, only to forget what that something was!

More stuff and such this way!

Movin’ right along!

Guess who just finished the first chapter of her newest WIP?  That’s right!  Given that I’ve only been writing (not plotting) for what – a week? – and the fact that I don’t have a whole lot of free time in which to write, I’m pretty proud of myself.  I can’t wait to see how everything is going to turn out. 🙂

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Vote for Vegin!

Cast your votes for Vegin Martoka today!  He’s been nominated for President of the United States of America and I think he would be a great leader for our country in this difficult time.  After all, he led Lokana through one of the most turbulent times in its history, dealing with the devastating droughts and the assassination of his parents, as well as the attempted coup by the Zealots, led by his own brother-in-law, Balil.

Vegin believes all men – and women – were created equal and will make sure that all are treated equally before the law.  He despises corruption and has ousted corrupt officials from every level of government.  A family man, Vegin strives to lead by example.  Honor, decency, and integrity are very important to him.  He is a team player, willing to compromise when needed, and believes that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.

So vote for Vegin!  Click here to cast your vote.  He will lead Lokana – erm, America, sorry – back to glory! 😀

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Sunday chat

 

Ah, Sundays.  Those lazy days before Mondays and work and craziness are days to be treasured.  This particular Sunday, you can find me chatting with romance author Tory Richards over at her blog, Romance with an Attitude.  We talk about writing and family and some other completely random things.  Why not check it out?

Tomorrow the fun will really begin with GUTGAA.  Actually, I’ve been having quite a lot of fun with it already, as there are quite a lot of lovely people to chat with on the Twitter hashtag #GUTGAA.  I also received some helpful advice during the pitch polish event.  Now I’ll get to see how well I implemented it…

And now I think it’s time for a nap.  Yep, this is one lazy Sunday. 🙂

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Well, fooey…

Oil Painting Workspace

Oil Painting Workspace (Photo credit: nimbu)

I know I promised an exciting (Ha! :)) photo essay on repainting Tomcat’s room for today’s Photo Friday post, but the thing is, well…we’re not done.  Oh, I’ve got a few before pictures, and we’ve got two coats of primer on the ceiling, plus a coat of paint and three coats of paint on the walls and two coats of paint on the radiator (I won’t be sorry to see that thing go as soon as we can afford to redo our heating and lack of cooling system).  But the plastic is still on the bed and the floor, the tape is still on the light fixtures and the woodwork, and every night this week, we’ve looked at that wallpaper border and sighed with exhaustion.  Also loathing.  Maybe even a few other things.

So with no pretty, pretty after pictures to show off, I’m going to wait on that post-bedroom-remodeling post I had planned.  Seymour wants to get the border put up Sunday, so maybe one day next week, I’ll get it done.  That sounds like a nice, reasonably distant time.

Meanwhile, today is the day for the entries to fly in the agent pitch contest for GUTGAA (short for Gearing Up To Get An Agent).  My entry didn’t make it into the morning pitch session, which literally filled up in seconds.  Amazingly, we didn’t break Gmail. 🙂  The afternoon session starts in mere minutes.  I had my finger hovering over the send button on my email this morning and my eye on the clock; I hit send as soon the clock hit 11:00 a.m. (well, 10:00 a.m. here), but I was just a bit too slow.  Hopefully the afternoon session won’t be quite as crazy as the morning.  There are 200 available slots; 100 remain as of this moment.

Okay, I just hit send.  Let the waiting begin.

THIS JUST IN: I MADE THE CUT!!!

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It’s another Photo Friday!

 

Here we are, at the end of another week, and I must say I’m glad of it.  I’m not looking forward to spending the weekend painting, but that’s another story.  Anyway, on to the photo of the day!

Photo by Kay Kauffman

Today’s photo features Tomcat, my oldest son.  Clearly this is not a recent photo, as my darling baby boy will be nine on Wednesday.  Nine!  How the heck did that happen?  Oh, right.  I blinked.  I remember now.  He was just over two and a half when I snapped this picture, slightly older than Cricket is now.  He looks so little!  And now he’s so big!  I can’t believe I have a third grader on my hands!

Quick! Get me a brick! Get me some rope! Get me a drink!

Gearing up to get an agent!

So!  I’ve been a bit absent (as well as a bit absent-minded) lately, but here’s hoping that September will be an all-around better month, both for my blogging habits and my sanity.  My stress levels have dropped considerably since getting my revised version of The Lokana Chronicles sent off to its requester, and I’ve even had some time to read a few books.  Talk about relaxing!  It was really nice to read books not intended for children ages 5 and under for a change, though I must admit that the ending to one of them is still pestering me.  If it continues to do so, I may have to write up a separate post.  I may do so regardless. 😉

Anyway, you may or may not have noticed the Gearing Up to Get an Agent Blogfest button that appeared in my sidebar a few days ago.  Someone on Facebook was kind enough to point me in the direction of Ms. Deana Barnhart’s lovely blog and this blogfest in particular and once I’d had a look to see what it was all about, how could I say no?  Even if it’s a longshot at getting an agent, I’m sure to meet lots of lovely new people and have some fun doing so.

So!  The rules!  Of course, all good things must come with rules.  (Wow, can you tell the books I’ve been reading were set in the nineteenth century or what?)  The rules are simple.  Answer the following questions, include a brief bio, visit other blogs over the course of the week.  Simple enough, right?  Right.  And now, the questions… behind the cut!

The vacation post

The world-famous Butter Cow, hand-crafted by Sarah Pratt.

Once again, I find myself penning a post about a family vacation.  This time, summer has come and gone, taking our family vacations with it.  This time, due to school starting in the middle of August (don’t ask me why), we were forced to cut our trip short by a day and decided not to go camping.  See, from what I understand, schools are not supposed to start till after Labor Day (September 3 this year), but they are allowed to apply for a waiver if they would like to begin prior to that date and the governor can either approve or deny the request.  I can’t recall him ever denying a waiver request and I can’t recall school ever beginning after Labor Day; it’s always started in August, and it starts earlier every year.  This year, our school started classes on August 15, but I know some schools were in session last week.

But I digress. Instead of going camping up north like we’d planned, we headed south, invading Seymour’s parents’ house for a few days and running ourselves ragged.