Thursday, March 30, 2006
Last night I finished my rewrite of Storm Warning!! Yay. A day early!!!!
Thank God, I am so stiff from sitting at this desk too much!!
Tomorrow is a day of rest (well mommy rest) and next week I'm going to dive into my KOD Daphne contest judging.
I'll start editing for sentence structure and typos and passive voice next week. Then I'm going to get the synopsis redone and I want this baby out the door by mid-April.
Loads of time, but time can so often get away from you.
The Blue Ball Contest is still running--till Sunday and I'll pick those closest to be drawn from a hat.
BTW--did anybody watch ER. God it was great. I LOVE RAY!!! I love some of the stuff they are doing, I even love Abby's miserable face :)
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
My blog is one year old today.
Happy Birthday Blog!!
I have posted nearly every day except for extended holidays to Florida. I have driven my husband to distraction as he worries what personal information I'm giving out over the net. I have had 14,563 hits most of which are me, but 5,312 are not me.
Waving to the 5,300 who don't comment on my blog and happened upon it once accidentally, probably whilst looking for romance :)
So, as a thank you for visiting my blog and keeping me company in cyberspace, I'm giving away 3 books (unread, pristine)
1) A signed copy (Cathy Mann) of A Soldier's Christmas, an anthology by Rachel Lee, Merline Lovelace & Cathy Mann.
2) The Shop on Blossom Street by the absolutely-adorable-I-want-her-for-my-friend Debbie Macomber.
3) Stormy Petrel by Mary Stewart. A classic by a master. I bought it on Mull while on holiday with my beloved grandfather. Actually if grandad was with me, he probably bought it. Must remember to take him shopping again this summer :)
All you have to do is tell me exactly what those balls are. You can try as many times as you want. I don't care if you've never commented before, jump in now! I'll run the competition till Sunday and if we have joint winners (man I so doubt it), I'll get DD to draw names.
PS. If you are somebody I'm seeing back home this summer I'll deliver prize in person. DH not allowed to enter!
I took my daughter to the supermarket in the morning (bought too many cookies, but I drink tea and eat cookies when I'm in the zone so it's to be expected).
Anyway I hadn't had any breakfast and I said in the car park. "I'm hungry, I forgot my breakfast. You should never go shopping when you're hungry."
I thought no more about it until we went to get her the ubiquitous shopper's cookie.
The lady gave her one and then DD piped up, "Can I have another one for my mom, please? She forgot breakfast."
It was pretty sweet!!!
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
I have to get back into my character POV. Sorcha the bird researcher with untapped psychic powers. Ben the hydrophobic undercover DEA agent.
I keep losing him because he's fallen in love. How does a tough guy act when he's never been in love before? He gets too girly sometimes--but that's OK for now.
I find if I have a Ben-scene-session and work through his POV scenes (ala SEP) I can catch when I turn wonder-hero into wonder-wuss.
At least I think I can. Wish me luck!!!
Monday, March 27, 2006
So what do newly published authors do on their weekends? Dinner? Champagne? Actually this newly published author tidied her office.
Yes, I work in a cupboard, but it serves two purposes. One it hides the mess, two it isolates the computer from little fingers.
OK--I'm still working on the shelves to the left. I have these gruesome police procedural books that need to be up high, but only fit on the lower shelf. They are not what I want my kids accidentally getting hold of until they turn thirty! So trying to rearrange those.
So what does this room tell you about me? Anything??
Friday, March 24, 2006
Running for her life, ex-FBI agent Elizabeth Ward escapes to Montana with a new identity. She craves peace and solitude to lick her wounds, but instead finds handsome rancher Nat Sullivan.
Nat is trying to hold his ailing family together, while struggling to keep the ranch from bankruptcy. The last thing he needs is a beautiful stranger reminding him there is more to life than work.
But Elizabeth is not what she seems. And when a murderer and rapist track her down to the remote mountain ranch, they all find out about the power of revenge.
This week I have had puke and poop issues (my children, not me), we have an inch of water over ice in our garage (makes parking interesting). The snow is slowly turning to mud, which the dogs drag in on their big, hairy feet and the kids splash around in on their way to school. We've had egg head bruises and snotty noses. Tearful tantrums and enough juice spilt to support a family of four for ten months in the desert.
I've been overwhelmed with volunteer stuff and flumoxed by the thought of sorting out my taxes (Meretta I will be emailing you again LOL).
BUT. I have this good feeling inside. This really really good feeling.
Could spring be around the corner????
Ohh--and the picture is Victoria Secrets new wireless bra. I want one. I also want her tummy. Not sure about her bum--her bum has muscles (I didn't even know that was possible?)
Thursday, March 23, 2006
My daughter cried last night when Kevin was voted off American Idol. She'd been allowed to come back down from bed to watch it--never expecting that last night would be Kevin's last night. I personally thought he wasn't a particularly good singer, but had lots of appeal.
But as he's only 16, it wouldn't surprise me if he was picked up by some big record company and turned into the next nerdy pin-up (did I say that out loud--sorry DD). I love him, but the competition is too tight for dead weight now.
I like how he dealt with Simon--showed some real character--though I'm not sure about dumping his girlfriend to appear more attractive to his female audience LOL. Good luck Kevin, my daughter will always love you.
And in writing news--good luck everybody who entered the Golden Heart. Tomorrow is D day.
And PS. Happy Birthday Jared and James.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
The Almost Millionaire
When Dan found out he was going to inherit a fortune when his sickly
father died, he decided he needed a woman to enjoy it with.
So one evening he went to a singles bar where he spotted the most
beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her natural beauty took his breath
"I may look like just an ordinary man," he said as he walked up to
her, "but in just a week or two, my father will die, and I'll
inherit 20 million dollars."
Impressed, the woman went home with him that evening and, three days
........She became his stepmother.
Women are so much smarter than men...
PS. Happy Birthday Ian!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Happy Birthday to Deb
Happy Birthday Dear Deeeebbbbbbbbb
Happy Birthday to Deb
My oldest friend.
We met aged eleven at our new secondary school--that would be highschool for people from the New world (I think?). We were both from a small town across the river--where everybody else went to a different school, so I guess we were slight misfits in a way, outsiders. Anyway Deb was/is one of those gorgeous popular girls--so I grew up in the shadow of the gorgeous popular girl at school (LOL). We had the same form master and a really great form group of kids. A mixed bag from super-brainy kids to the scummy, raising themselves with no idea about the good side of life, kids. We both got on with all of them .
Deb was not to be bullied. There was this girl called Jane who fancied herself as quite the terror at aged eleven. Deb threw her in a cupboard and shut the door. Needless to say, neither of us were bullied ever again.
We discovered Dolly Parton together, spent many a Friday night watching Cheers. We definately got drunk together on many occassions and our favourite pub was The Golden Ball.
We didn't do many classes together outside our form, but for some reason we were pretty much inseperable. We had other friends, Alice especially, Karl and Darren (hopefully out of jail now), but I think our real bond was never touched.
Happy Birthday, you old codger :D
Monday, March 20, 2006
I think I might be much darker person than people really think. I have a morbid but vivid imagination and my reading material feeds that. Come to think of it, your average CSI feeds it so I guess I'm not the only one.
But I just wrote this short (270 word) short story for the Kiss of Death cookbook we're trying to prepare for this summer.
Anyway, this story came to me in a vivid rush. I had the location, an old converted church in New Town Edinburgh (New is relative BTW), I had the heroine, Inspector Wendy Culpepper who is nine months pregnant, and the victim, a loud mouthed TV chef, Hamish Hamilton.
And I just knew what someone had done to him (evil laughter). And although I never stated it, everybody assumed the worst and it probably put everyone off their food--so I binned that ending LOL. My new ending is awaiting approval and is much more bland--but it is for the salad section so...
Anyway, my morbid imagination also makes me picture the worst case scenario for everything. From DH taking DS to daycare, to going to bed at night and worrying about a serial killer in the basement. I imagine the worst for everything and then I move on and get over it. But for that split- second I'm frozen and thinking... what if?
Is this a writer thing or am I just paranoid?
Saturday, March 18, 2006
I've been blogging for nearly a year and April sees my first release. So to celebrate... I thought I'd run a giveaway contest. Now I have a zillion books, but I was wondering what is considered 'good form' in giving away books. I have used books that still look great, I have unread hardcovers, softcovers. I have signed copies of books (though most are addressed to me--personally I'm not fussed about giving things away, unless it is Suzanne B whom I love and want to marry(kidding)).
What is the best thing to put on offer?
You are Elizabeth Bennet from Pride and
Prejudice. Sometimes you are too quick
to judge people. You are fairly happy with
life - you certainly love to laugh at its
What romantic heroine are you?
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Friday, March 17, 2006
St Patrick's Day
my husband and all his family. I can't even begin to describe the effect these wild crazy people have had on my life. What a wonderful bunch!!!!!
my very, very, very, dear, wonderful best-friend Mary. She has spiral curls and green eyes, blushes too much for her own comfort and has a lovely sing-song accent direct from Cork.
my friend Karen W who always makes me laugh with her straightforward Dublin whit (and whose father was Ireland's first Ronald MacDonald--I kid you not)
And all the other Irish people I know, descendants and all...
And CONGRATULATIONS to my brother Ian (notice the banjo is hand-luggage?)--seen here with his two daughters when they visited last summer. He is getting married to Gemma this August, the wedding timed for our trip home--yippeee!!! I wish them every happiness.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
I'm rarely at a loss for something to say--even though I can be quiet for days. Seriously I don't think the whole marooned-on-a-desert-island thing would bother me much, as long as I knew my family were safe back home, I had food, water and an electric kettle for tea. And a cow (I take milk). I'd also need warm clothes because I bet it gets cold on desert islands at night.
One of the times I have been most cold was after the sun set in Uluru. Temperature plummeted like a rock from a plane and we weren't prepared. That night, despite a fleecy sleep-suit, our 10 month old baby cuddled in with us in bed because he was cold too. Who takes a 10 month old trekking around
My most poignant memory of the two nights we stayed in the campground near Uluru were listening to the dingoes howl, while watching the stars stretch out overhead. The Red Centre is wonderful. You can feel the incredible age of the rocks and soil. The quality of the silence is like that of a sacristy. Amazing.
Where was I? I was at a loss for words earlier—but now I’m not :)
Well we are applying for Canadian residency and we are on the final stages of the application and once again needed passport photos to send off. When I was a kid you could get a strip of passport photos for two quid. Nowadays it is closer to $25.
Anyway, expecting to shell out another $100 for the four of us, we set off at 9 am last Wednesday morning. Blacks didn't open till 10 am, so we went to Walmart. They didn't open till 10 am so we went home (DH had to get to work). We went back at 5 pm, after phoning and making sure they were open and the passport photos were available.
We got there only to be told, 'No, sorry the machine is broken.'
Bummer! It is bad enough when it is just you, but when you've dragged little kids in and out of shops and snowsuits all day, it is a real bummer!! So DH asked where was the nearest place and they pointed us to Shoppers Drugmart. Never been there so we were a bit dubious.
Anyway, long story not so short--they were having a sale and the photos cost $68 so I could effectively buy Allison Brennan's next two novels for free :D
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Firstly a reminder--Dennie's book is out today!!!!
What have I been doing the last few days? Well writing--although actually a better description would be cutting and pasting. I have opened a whole seperate file for the last 100 pages of my book. I have 75 pages written but a good portion of that needs to go because I have to change the ending, condense two scenes to one big finale. Some days I think I'd be better just writing it fresh and other days... well I know some bits in it are really good--so I'm going with a color coded system and deleting everything that has become obselete. Ugh!!
I am panicking a little because Bob Mayer was saying how, if you've been working on something for a year and it isn't working--it is time to move on. Now I agree, if you're not going forward and making something sing to you, BUT... Is that a year fulltime or can I go pro rata??
Whatever the answer, I have been working on this way too long and have set myself a deadline of the end of March for this draft. Then I have the hard copy to read through and make beautiful and then I am going to write a killer synopsis--honest :)
What else have I been doing? Getting myself a reputation as a card shark. Rats! Really hoped I could contain my big teeth but no, I had to reveal my true nature to two very dear friends of ours who were learning to play canasta with us. :( Bad girl!
Monday, March 13, 2006
On this particular morning I remember scrambling around the room looking for clothes. I caught the word Dunblane on the news and paused to listen to the report because I'd lived in Dunblane just the year before--in a lovely house next to the river with my wonderful flatmate Frank.
The reports made no sense. Children massacred in that tiny peaceful town? Must be somewhere in the States with the same name. It wouldn't have made the crime any less heartbreaking, but it would make it less personal.
But it was Dunblane, near Stirling.
I'd spent quite a lot of time in Dunblane Primary School taking evening art classes. It was just gorgeous and lovely--all those tiny chairs and miniature toilets. I remember in vivid detail coming out of my art class and bumping into one of the lecturers from my department at Stirling University. He was there for his daughter's parents evening. My first thought on hearing the news was 'Jesus, I hope Kim's daughter is safe.'
She was. Thank God.
But there were other people from the university who lost children that day and one of them shares his story in the link below. It is heartbreaking. It makes me weep, ten years on.
The Grade 1 class at Dunblane Primary School.
Most of the children in this class were killed in the shooting on 13 March 1996
One father's struggle as a town hides its grief
It was an ordinary Wednesday morning in a small Scottish town. Then, after one of the most shocking events in postwar British history, 16 children and a teacher lay dead. As Dunblane prepares for the 10th anniversary of the massacre, Lorna Martin revisits the town and speaks to one parent about his journey through grief and loss
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Sunday March 12, 4:00 pm eastern on CBC Television.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Six married men will be dropped on an island with one car and 3 kids each for six weeks.
Each kid will play two sports and either take music or dance classes.
There is no fast food.
Each man must take care of his 3 kids; keep his assigned house clean,
correct all homework, complete science projects, cook, and do laundry.
In addition, each man will have to budget in money for groceries each week.
Each man must remember the birthdays of all their friends and relatives, and send cards out on time.
Each man must also take each child to a doctor's appointment, a dentist appointment and a haircut appointment. He must make one unscheduled and inconvenient visit per child to the Urgent Care (weekend, evening, on a holiday or right when they're about to leave for vacation). He must also make cookies or cupcakes for a social function.
Each man will be responsible for decorating his own assigned house, planting flowers outside and keeping it presentable at all times
The men will only have access to television when the kids are asleep and all chores are done.
There is only one TV between them, and a remote with dead batteries.
Each father will be required to know all of the words to every stupid song that comes on TV and the name of each and every character on cartoons.
The men must shave their legs; wear makeup daily, which they will apply to themselves either while driving or making the lunches.
Each man will have to make an Indian hut model with six toothpicks, a
tortilla and one marker; and get a 4 year old to eat a serving of peas.
Each man must adorn himself with jewelry, wear uncomfortable yet stylish shoes, keep their nails polished and eyebrows groomed. The men must try to get through each day without snot, spit-up or barf on their clothing.
During one of the six weeks, the men will have to endure severe abdominal cramps, back aches, and have extreme, unexplained mood swings but never once complain or slow down from other duties. They must try to explain what a tampon is for when the 6-yr old boy finds it in the purse.
They must attend weekly school meetings, church, and find time at least once to spend the afternoon at the park or a similar setting.
He will need to read a book and then pray with the children each night
without falling asleep, and then feed them, dress them, brush their teeth and comb their hair each morning by 7:00. They must leave the home with no food on their face or clothes.
A test will be given at the end of the six weeks, and each father will be
required to know all of the following information: each child's birthday,
height, weight, shoe size, clothes size and doctor's name. Also the child's weight at birth, length, time of birth, and length of labor, each child's favorite color, middle name, favorite snack, favorite song, favorite drink, favorite toy, biggest fear and what they want to be when they grow up.
They must clean up after their sick children at 2:00 a.m. and then spend the remainder of the day tending to that child and waiting on them hand and foot until they are better.
They must have a loving, age appropriate reply to, "You're not the boss of me".
The kids vote them off the island based on performance. The last man wins only if...he still has enough energy to be intimate with his spouse at a moment's notice.
If the last man does win, he can play the game over and over and over again for the next 18-25 years...eventually earning the right to be called Mother!
After you get done laughing, send this to as many females as you think will get a kick out of it and as many men as you think can handle it.
Thanks Janny :)
Friday, March 10, 2006
On the way home from school yesterday (an event that almost went pear-shaped, but DD saved it at the last moment even if her lip trembled) we went to the library. I had to return a bunch of books and I had to pick up some writing books I'd ordered. Anyway--I saw this book and could not resist bringing it home.
I found out a few things.
1) I'm a swimmer
2) I'm a looker (finally :))
3) I'm a Different Drummer with a maverick Mercury
4) My life line has the Power of the Middle
5) My head line and life line start out connected with chains and islands
6) I have a writer's fork (Hallelujah) (i.e. my head line ends in a fork)
7) My fate line ends beneath my little finger--indicating I'm headed towards a profession where communication is important
8) I have wandering mounts (could explain my riding ability?)
9) I have a worry wart grill
10) I have almost 'flat' palms
I enjoyed the book. I got a good fast gist of what they were trying to say and agreed with most of it.
The biggest question really was how did I end up doing a degree in science????
Thursday, March 09, 2006
I had to drag my daughter from school to the car yesterday. Through the snow in her ski pants. She would not leave school because her friends were playing. But we had to go.
So how embarrassing is that? pulling a six year old along like a sled?
So as this is day 2 for this behaviour (day 1 occurred when my friend picked her up and believe me, if doing it to me pisses me off, doing it to a friend is doubly bad). So now we are on punishment. I thought about flogging, but figured grounding would be more effective and less messy. All this in the same week she started asking for pocket money.
No wonder I'm going gray!
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Spring might be edging into this part of Canada--slowly, drip by icy drip.
It makes for a pretty wet time and hard work walking to school. But I am desperate to see the end of this barren whiteness, even if I have to put up with a skating rink in the garage and slop everywhere else.
Please please please can we have spring (and no flood)(and while I'm begging could DH find the memory chip he lost yesterday)(and could we come into some money, but not from anything bad happening to anybody else)(and could we get rid of the damned mice)(and could my stomach become magically flat)(and please please please could my love scene be magically done).
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
with a new identity. She craves peace and solitude to lick her wounds,
but instead finds handsome rancher Nat Sullivan.
Nat is trying to hold his ailing family together, while struggling to
keep the ranch from bankruptcy. The last thing he needs is a beautiful
stranger reminding him there is more to life than work.
But Elizabeth is not what she seems. And when a murderer and rapist
track her down to the remote mountain ranch, they all find out about the
power of revenge.
Monday, March 06, 2006
In case any one doesn't know Bob & Jen link refers to Bob Mayer and Jennifer Crusie's blog; two bestselling authors who have collaborated on a Romantic adventure novel called Don't Look Down.
Meretta, Loreth and I saw them (and met them though they won't remember me LOL, not sure about Meretta) at the KOD AGM in Reno. How smart was that of KOD? We'll feed you and get Bob & Jen to give their first ever joint speech as long as you come to the AGM?
A no brainer.
Well the beauty of this collaboration is Jenny writes the female POV and Bob (ex Special Forces aka Robert Doherty) writes the guy POV. I am so looking forward to this book. I love writing the male POV in a novel, but I am all too aware of the potential pitfalls. Not just how men speak, even how they think, but what they notice. What is the first thing a guy really notices about a woman? And is sex more important than beer? Or sport?
I love Jenny Crusie's books. I love her intelligence. She's kind of this mad whirlwind in real life and Bob seems like the rock in that storm. I love that.
And they seem like opposites in other ways too--like their desks. There's a writer's website out there (sorry I don't have the link) with pictures of their desks/workspace. Bob's is glorious, looking out onto a pool. Jenny's looks like the worst student dive. But who cares? It just another reflection of two polar opposite personalities and for me the idea of them working together--as opposed to two people with similar personalities, makes this collaboration a thing of beauty.
The blog also contains loads of writing nuggets--wonderful stuff packed into the madness of their promotional and writing lives.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
DH and I watched The Constant Gardener last night. I mentioned Pride & Prejustice and DH turned white and jumped on this thriller :D
Gotta love a predictable man.
I am not a big Ralph fan. He's OK looking. But he is a very good actor. Like Russell Crowe. Capable of looking dorky and just plain unattractive by a stoop of shoulders or a wimpy smile. Rachel Weisz's character is very unattractive at first too--until the film starts to unfold. I'm not going to spoil it, just say it was brilliantly acted and the love story is very, very nicely done (if a little abrupt and definitely sad).
I was looking for a reason behind the title. I am 99.9% positive I read an article somewhere that it is a spy term, but can't find any reference to it now.
I did find a wonderful interview with Le Carre on John Connelly's site.
David Cornwell (Le Carre) says at the end of the interview. "Writers are not the heroes of society," he concludes, "but its betrayers, its sneaks. There is larceny in us, for which we do not have to have the example of a wicked dad.
"But," he adds, "it helps..."
I find that very interesting. Larceny in us. How often have I looked at somebody's life story and thought, I could use that in a story. People, places, news items. Bad, wicked, terrible things that I want to steal and put in my own stories. Joy, love, expressions.
I steal it all and try to use it as best I can.
Friday, March 03, 2006
Being mentally challenged I needed an easy system for remembering who was who--hence the names rather than blog names--again apologies and anyone who wants to be known only by their blog name can leave a message :D
Below is Dr. Phil's test. (Dr. Phil scored 55; he did this test on Oprah - she got a 38.)
Some folks pay a lot of money to find this stuff out! This is a real test given by the Human Relations Dept. at many of the major corporations today. It helps them get better insight concerning their employees and prospective employees. It's only 10 Simple questions, so...grab a pencil and paper, keeping track of your letter answers to each question.
1. When do you feel your best?
a) in the morning
b) during the afternoon & and early evening
c) late at night
2. You usually walk...
a) fairly fast, with long steps
b) fairly fast, with little steps
c) less fast head up, looking the world in the face
d) less fast, head down
e) very slowly
3. When talking to people you...
a) stand with your arms folded
b) have your hands clasped
c) have one or both your hands on your hips
d) touch or push the person to whom you are talking
e) play with your ear, touch your chin, or smooth your hair
4. When relaxing, you sit with...
a) your knees bent with your legs neatly side by side
b) your legs crossed
c) your legs stretched out or straight
d) one leg curled under you
5. When something really amuses you, you react with...
a) big appreciated laugh
b) a laugh, but not a loud one
c) a quiet chuckle
d) a sheepish smile
6. When you go to a party or social gathering you...
a) make a loud entrance so everyone notices you
b) make a quiet entrance, looking around for someone you know
c) make the quietest entrance, trying to stay unnoticed
7. You're working very hard, concentrating hard, and you're interrupted......
a) welcome the break
b) feel extremely irritated
c) vary between these two extremes
8. Which of the following colors do you like most?
a) Red or orange
c) yellow or light blue
e) dark blue or purple
g) brown or gray
9. When you are in bed at night, in those last few moments before going to sleep you are...
a) stretched out on your back
b) stretched out face down on your stomach
c) on your side, slightly curled
d) with your head on one arm
e) with your head under the covers
10. You often dream that you are...
b) fighting or struggling
c) searching for something or somebody
d) flying or floating
e) you usually have dreamless sleep
f) your dreams are always pleasant
1. (a) 2 (b) 4 (c) 6
2. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 7 (d) 2 (e) 1
3. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 5 (d) 7 (e) 6
4. (a) 4 (b) 6 (c) 2 (d) 1
5. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 2
6. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 2
7. (a) 6 (b) 2 (c) 4
8. (a) 6 (b) 7 (c) 5 (d) 4 (e) 3 (f) 2 (g) 1
9. (a) 7 (b) 6 (c) 4 (d) 2 (e) 1
10. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 6 (f) 1
Now add up the total number of points.
OVER 60 POINTS: Others see you as someone they should "handle with care." You're seen as vain, self-centered, and who is extremely dominant. Others may admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but don't always trust you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.
51 TO 60 POINTS: Others see you as an exciting, lightly volatile, rather impulsive personality; a natural leader, who's quick to make decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as bold and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; someone who takes chances and enjoys
an adventure. They enjoy being in your company because of the excitement you radiate.
41 TO 50 POINTS: Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.
31 TO 40 POINTS: Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful & practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust In your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over if that trust is ever broken.
21 TO 30 POINTS: Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It would really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment, expecting you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then, usually decide against it. They think this reaction is caused partly by your careful nature.
UNDER 21 POINTS: People think you are shy, nervous,and indecisive, someone who needs looking after, who always wants someone else to make the decisions & who doesn't want to get involved with anyone or anything! They see you as a worrier who always sees problems that don't exist. Some people think you're boring. Only those who know you well know that you aren't.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
I printed out pages 1-244 of Storm Warning last night. One of my favourite feelings is holding that warm printed out paper in my cold hands. Anyway, I printed it out during the advert breaks of American Idol. Man I love that show. Anyone see the girls Tuesday night? I really do not like Brenna or Heather. Everyone else I loved.
Everyone hates Simon--except me. I have NEVER disagreed with him, either here or in the UK. People think he's cruel, but I figure that is the business. Reality in the pop world.
It reminded me vividly of the live panels in Reno, where agents and editors laughed or chuckled derisively at some of the works presented to them. I felt for those people whose work was shredded. Just like I feel for the contestants who have a bad night.
But Simon Cowell is who we are facing whenever we send off our manuscripts. They might look like Paula and Randy, but beneath the surface every agent, editor and contest judge is Simon Cowell.