It’s Tuesday, Tuesday! Wake-up!
It’s Tuesday, Tuesday! Wake-up!
I just don’t feel like one blog post was enough to express how grateful I am for everyone yesterday. It means so much to me that everyone came out to support my book.
And I can’t believe my baby sister flew in all the way from Wyoming to surprise me.
And that my awesome co-workers completely lied about our schedule Monday and I actually have the day off to spend with my sisters.
And that Anette Johnson actually hand made this awesome cake.
And that Jim Avett actually called to congratulate me.
And that slam poet Marty Schoenleber actually performed and recorded one of the poems from my book for me.
And that my best friend Jamie was awesome enough to make it happen.
And that my mother is SUCH a good liar. Such a good liar, it’s scary.
And that my big sister was able to contain this surprise for so long without spilling the beans or accidentally emailing me about it.
And that my baby boy, Beckham survived his head on collision with a pole.
And that it really WASN’T my grandfather’s surprise party.
Seriously? I love my life. LML!
Just had the most amazing surprise party! Can’t believe I have so many awesome friends in my life. Loved that we had basagna and everyone signed a pink balloon. Awesome, awesome, awesome. It was so bemazing, I’m writing everyone a poem that had a part in my celebration today. Even if you didn’t have a part in it, the fact that you’re reading this gets you some credit too!
Ode to my friends and family
The fact that you made me cry
Should show you how much I was surprised
Because I don’t cry
I just don’t
Unless I’m forced to listen to Nickelback
That’s the only other time I cry
And the only time I wish I would die
Because it makes my brain fry
Crap. Nickelback did it again.
Hijacked yet another poem.
They’re trying to ruin my day.
I need some Avett….Stat!
Thanks everyone! Especially for the phone call!
Want a little preview? Not to my book this time…to Jim Avett’s new album, Second Chance. Release date coming up in early February. Go to www.JimAvett.com to take a listen. And yes, Mr. Jim Avett is the father to my beloved band, The Avett Brothers. It’s obvious where they get their amazing talents from.
Here is a link to one of his older songs, Signs. Absolutely beautiful.
That’s right…my book is free for 3 days again. Go and get it. If you already got it, delete it, then go get it again. Share the link if you have friends who are cheap and like free things! If your friends don’t like free things, maybe you should get new friends. And then when you have all new friends, tell them to go get Slammed for Free!
I sent my manuscript to someone who agreed to look at some questions I was having. I attached the wrong one. I didn’t realize this until I got the feedback from her….politely telling me my chapter headings didn’t fit well with the novel. I was mortified.
You see….as I was writing the rough draft I found entertainment in being creative for my own personal strange reason. Instead of writing ‘chapter 2′ and moving on…I would write something like ‘Chapter who the hell cares?’ It got worse as the rough draft progressed. I believe chapter ten was temporarily titled ‘this used to be chapter ten until Chuck Norris came along and roundhoused it all the way to hell.’
So….you can see how embarrassing this was having someone see all my pointless chapter headings that were never intended for public consumption. Fml.
I dont want to say too much, but there is a part in my second novel that includes some quotes. I’ve got a few of my favorites I might include, but would really like it if there are some awesome quotes you folks really love that you would like to share. If they fit the situation I’m looking at for quotes, I may include them. So…any ideas? Post them in the comments here…not on facebook. It will just make it easier for me to collect them. Here’s a good one I just saw on facebook, but I doubt I’ll use.
“When you fall, I’ll be there.”
And please, people. No Nickelback lyrics. I would like to keep this blog free and clear of gruesome murders.
I had my first tarot read yesterday. It’s never, ever, ever a good thing when the person reading your tarot says, “Uh-oh” every time they flip over a card. I guess we’ll see what happens.
Here is a teaser from what I wrote this weekend. “ “
There’s nothing there because I wrote nothing. Sorry. I watched three episodes of American Idol and fell in love with the dry humor of these sisters. They remind me of my own sisters. It’s a must watch!
When my husband came home last night, he asked Beckham what happened to his hair. Beckham said he cut it. I suppose this happened around Wednesday, and I didn’t even notice. I am probably the most unobservant person in the entire world. Just ask my boss, Stephanie. My constant state of oblivion is a game to her.
On another note, go to www.jasondeas.com and check out his blog review of Slammed. My absolute favorite review EVER! Everyone needs to thank this author by downloading one of his ebooks! Pay it forward, right?
No teaser today. I’m taking the week off. So should you.
So, there may be a few new characters in this second book. Teaser time. (More than one)
“Bread’s fine,” Kiersten says as she walks through the front door…without knocking. “I like bread. French fries, too. I just don’t eat things that are a result of unjustified animal homicides.”
And ANOTHER teaser:
I stand up and Sherry comes from the kitchen and holds out her hand. I hold up my palm and she puts something in it and folds my fingers over it. “If it doesn’t go the way you’re hoping, take these with some water. You look like shit.”
Thanks to the very informative, hyphenated twitter genius, Edmund Davis-Quinn https://twitter.com/#!/rurugby , I saw a SLAM! I would call it awesome, but then ‘awesome’ would lose all meaning. It was…EPIC! Loved, loved, loved it. My girls and I got to be judges (somewhat too much pressure for my Jamie), but we didn’t get boo’d too much. I met some really awesome poets, ate some really awesome pizza and had some really awesome blue drinks.
If Slam Poetry is something you find interesting, put down your bagel and go to www.dallaspoetryslam.com and follow them. You won’t be disappointed. (Unless religiously drunken jerk-off guy in the back is your friend.)
And I can’t forget to mention that my very epic lesbian best friends took me to my very first epic gay bar, where the singer sounded and looked a little like an older version of the Nickelback front man. But that deserves it’s own blog for another time.
All in all, excellent night, excellent people. And it was all topped off with an even more excellent ‘confidence on.’
(Define: afflicted 1. A condition of pain, suffering, or distress.)
What a troublesome word. Think about it. To be afflicted by something to the point of distress and suffering? SUCK! No one wants to be in that state of mind. No one wants to be hurt like that…especially our beloved characters Layken and Will. (gasp!)
Unfortunately, that’s the intriguing title to my now 40% complete second novel; Afflicted.
And now, a teaser from Afflicted:
Layken: “Stop saying that! Please! I don’t carve pumpkins anymore!”
Will: “You don’t? Really? You’re carving them right now, Lake! It’s been twenty-four hours and you still won’t let me talk to you about it.”
(Oh, that Lake. Always carving pumpkins. Hey, want to see if you’re a lucky character that made it into afflicted? Come back tomorrow!)
The UPS man delivered my goods today. If anyone wants 398 pages of crack, just let me know. I can hook you up. (Censor this!)
While attempting to climb inside of the male mind, I found this video during my research. This is really how men think, you know. But if it is…why do I love it so much?
Did you think I forgot about the teaser?
“I love you, Lake. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
(WTH did he do??? JERK!)
So, I don’t know what all this is today…talking about the Pipa or the Pappy or whatever. Something about Piracy, and how the government is trying to censor the web. I’m not going to post a link here and pretend I know, because I honestly haven’t read anything about it. I do, however, encourage YOU to go read about it. There, now that all that is out of the way…
Someone uploaded my book onto a torrent website and now people can illegally download it for free. I think that’s awesome. Yes, I realize that means I won’t be getting money from the illegal downloads, but I can still think it’s cool. I don’t know how exactly one goes about illegally sharing something like a book or a song…but it made me feel good that perhaps someone was illegally downloading my book. Maybe tonight, they’ll pop some popcorn and curl up in their couch and read it. That would be so cool. But I’m pretty sure piracy still sucks or whatever.
Sorry this is kind of a random post (Like all my other ones were carefully thought out or something). Perhaps it would have made you feel better if I would have given you another teaser? Ok, fine.
“Will, I can’t find my shirt!”
Cale freaked out this morning when he opened the butter. He brought it to me and was very concerned it had gone bad. “The butter on TV is always white,” he said. I look at him all sympathetic and say, “and the moms on tv are skinny, the kids clean their rooms and the front load washers never stink.”
He just gives me a blank stare and says, “so can I eat the butter or not?”
Someday….someday he will laugh at something I say. I just know it.