Monday, June 28, 2010
What happens once the kids move out and have kids of their own? What about when the husband retires? What then?
Being a young mom of four, I have only to imagine life with an echoing, dark home and the husband off doing some project from day to day. It almost feels surreal because my life is so filled with nonstop things with kids always underfoot along with the man child.
Well, it was a surprise for Molly Mancuso when Hank retired. Sure, the kids had already gone off to live their own lives, but she had also found her own niche of favorite things to do. So imagine what havoc her life became when he had so much time in his hands?
Hank hopping from adventure to adventure within a period of a few short months drove Molly to distraction. Her life was no longer one of peace since she was in such sudden demand.
Until one day, he dredges up his old love of riding motorcycles.
Poor Molly nearly dies when he comes home with one--she'd never been able to overcome her phobia of them since the day she witnessed a death scene involving one so long ago. And what about when Hank suddenly decides to join the TRA, Temple Riders Association or a "mormon motorcycle gang"?
Life is never the same for her.
Authors Nancy Anderson and Carroll Hofeling Morris are artfully skilled in creating a world with real feeling that leave me empathizing for Molly. Though I would have a hard time connecting with someone so set in their ways to the point of annoyance, I still felt sorry for her when she refused to be a part of the motorcycle events. Molly won my complete admiration when she decides to face her fear and learns to ride one.
The story's pace skips from scene to scene about the first quarter--leaving me hungry for a plot to really chew on. It gave me the feeling of restlessness, irritation and impatience. It makes me wander if the authors intended this? It starts to deepen when the motorcycle is mentioned and Hank does something about getting one.
This book makes for a sweet, light-hearted read. It's about Molly's unwillingness to change, but how love helps her to overcome her fear.
My most favorite part reads:
"Her world was still intact. It had some cracks, but maybe that was a good thing. Cracks let light in.
And light changes how we see things, she thought. Maybe the cracks in her relationship with Hank would throw light on the parts shadowed by neglect. Maybe even divine light, the kind she'd experienced in the temple when she'd seen things so clearly."
For a leisure, heartwarming read, I recommend Leaning into the Curves!
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Have you ever felt as if life has become impossible? Too many dishes. Too many dirty clothes. Too many toys. Too many weeds.
The husband didn't get his raise. The car broke down. You can't afford health insurance any longer.
You love writing, but the balance has tipped and now you feel you need to tuck your hobbies away to make time for everything else.
Wait a minute. Something is wrong--can you guess what it is?
With life, there are so many things that can trip our sights that we forget who we are. We are daughters of our Heavenly Father, who loves us . . .
If only we remember this at all times, all places--everything will melt into its proper place and our faith becomes renewed.
It is Christ's place to bear our burdens--He bore them that one night in Gethsemane. Why should I worry about anything if I do what He asks me to do? I believe that if I did them with faith--scripture reading, church attendance, family home evening, Temple attendance--everything will fall into place. I must believe they will. I must trust they will.
With trust in our Father in Heaven, great things can be done.
How does faith help balance out your home, hobbies, and spirituality?
Friday, June 25, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Bio: Lisa Turner was born and raised and is currently living in Star Valley, Wyoming. She married her best friend and (sorry ladies) the best man in the world and together they have five children. Writing was an early love but she didn’t truly embraced it until last year. Since then it has become her one and only hobby--having none up until that point. She loves most any kind of fiction, especially if it has a strong romantic element weaving through. You can visit her blog “Lisa’s World” for more thoughtful insight, crazy banter, and psychotic nonsense.
Elizabeth asked me to share a little bit about my writing journey. Truthfully, it began as a child, but I didn’t embrace it until just over a year ago. I always loved writing, but in my youth experiences motivated me to abandon it. Now that I have rediscovered this love, I have tried to find ways to improve my skills. For this reason I decided to take writing classes. During my very first class, last September, I was taught one of the most important lessons I have yet to learn and I would like to share it with you.
I’ll never forget Carol. The night of my first creative writing class she sat crouched over her notebook, her face never raising to make eye contact with anyone.
There were fifteen new faces in the room that night. But it was hers that stood out. Her face sagged with more than just wrinkles. It sagged with a weight I bore myself. Only my face was young enough to disguise it.
She read her piece last. After everyone else had worked up the courage to share their writing with this group of complete strangers, the teacher had to coax her into the spotlight.
And when she read, I knew. I knew that I was looking at myself in 30 years.
How did I know? Because that night we had been asked to answer this question: Why do I write? And her answer echoed my own.
I didn’t like it. I didn’t like what I saw.
I’m not talking about appearances, it went deeper than that. I’m talking about a woman who had withered away with life. She had lived in her head and become a creature that cowered and shook in the presence of others. Especially, when she was forced to stand out.
I didn’t want to be her. That was why I was there. To pursue the life I wanted. A life that scared me and at the same time thrilled me. And sitting right before me was a glimpse of who I could be if I chose to succumb to the fear that seemed to hound me whispering discouragement and admonishing me to give up.
There was no going back that night. Carol proved that to me.
Sadly, she never returned to class. She shared her heart with us. Then she went back into hiding.
I think about her a lot. And it makes me sad. What happened? When the moment came to break free from the confinement of her self-consciousness, why didn’t she take it?
Life is scary. Feeling vulnerable is hard, sometimes overwhelming. But in reality, the only person that truly has the power to make is feel vulnerable is ourself. I’ve been learning that. I just pray Carol can learn it too.
What a touching story, Lisa. I know how you feel, I don't think I could hide myself and live without sharing what I've been blessed with. Thank you for this touching post. Lisa is such a wonderful lady, go visit her blog and become a follower!
Monday, June 21, 2010
What movies have changed your life? What movies have changed you as a person? What movies are your ultimate enjoyment from start to finish? If you could only round up twelve, what movies would be your Dirty Dozen?
Well, the following 5 movies changed my life because I was so very young. They are what led me into the love I have for fantasy. I love writing and drawing all things fantastical. There is romance in every one of these shows, not overbearingly so, but enough to create a lure to keep watching--at least that's the way it is for me. That's how I write my novels. Lots of stuff going on, and a bit of romance woven throughout--not overbearingly so, but enough to make my readers swoon with reminiscing sweetness. ;)
The Princess Bride would fall under the above shows as well. It's a sweet, light-hearted romance that always makes me laugh!
The first time I saw Timeline in the theatres, I was shocked. I thought of how many medieval movies I'd seen and none ever made me fear for the people in there like this one had! I have the movie in my shelf! ;)
Ah, everyone's most beloved or hated movie, Avatar. The first time I saw this was the wordless trailer with a movie I had rented. I don't have programming for my television, so I had no idea of the hype behind it at the time. But, wow, I fell in love with the concept of fantasy beings that looked like elves and the romance behind it was what really hooked me! :D
The Final Inquiry. This one is so breath-stealing for me. The idea of Julius Caesar wanting restitution and sending off one of his men to seek the meaning of the one dark night when Christ died and how that man felt the true love of God touch his heart? Whoa... I LOVE conversion stories!!! Oh, and not to mention the beautiful romance in this show. *Sigh*
One Night with the King is also one of my biblical faves. I just love the sweetness between the king and Esther. I actually ran to my bible and read the entire book of Esther, checking for accuracy. It's pretty accurate but for the king's name (Xerxes) and I don't think the Persians were involved--I can't really remember, I read this long ago. ;)
I found Nanny McPhee very enchanting and sweet. It had me laughing out loud in the theatres! I showed it to my kidlets and they love it too. The love story behind it makes me feel warm and fuzzy. ;)
Sybil. Wow. I saw this so long, long ago it horrified me. I know it was produced in the 70s, I was still captivated. Now that I am a mother, I don't know if I can handle watching this movie again. It brakes my heart how any parent can hurt an innocent, trusting child.
It has made an impression on me to the point that certain scenes that Sybil went through haunted me. I thought, "Did I remember that scene correctly? Did the mom really tie her up the way she did? Did the mom . . . Did the mom . . .?"
*Shuddering* I know, you probably think I'm a masochist.
One thing, if anything on this movie: Knowing how, being a small child watching something like that through naive little eyes, would I make the connection in a better way compared to then now that I'm an adult--it was horrifying then, will it be just as horrifying now?
Okay, enough! I can't wait to read everyone else's thoughts on their favorite movies! Alex, thank you for holding this wonderful blogfest! ;)
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Flailing arms snared his interest. Front row. Six girls in very little clothing, screamed. They reached for him, jumping up and down as they pushed the resistant security officers. A rush of pleasure colored his face, he knew which girls were his tonight. A lazy grin brightened his face as he darted up the narrow catwalk. The lights were bright on his lashes. He stopped just out of their reach and basked in their shameless desperation. They wept, begging for his touch. He was close. They squealed louder, their flailing hands like claws.
Okay, this is not a stripping scene just so you know! It's my Rock Star, YA contemporary romance--woohoo!
Happy Father's Day!!
Photos found here
Saturday, June 19, 2010
I decided to change the posting date to today for my winner announcement, sorry, I couldn't wait!
Here it goes, are your ready???
Okay, here it comes for those who entered my Book giveaway! ;)
The riddles and answers are:
What is the difference between an old nickel and a new dime? five cents
If your uncle's sister is not your aunt, what relation is she to you? your mother
What is that which has never been felt, seen nor heard, never existed and still has a name? nothing
Friday, June 18, 2010
Please don't forget to read the others' wonderful excerpts! (I will announce the winner Sunday for my bribe!)
The excerpt that I entered is high fantasy, Tragic Innocence, my very first novel. I found, as I read, that I loved adverbs and purple prose. I've grown since, cleaning out adverbs from my 'dictionary', but I still lean to the purply shades of beautiful prose. *Sigh* What can I say? I'm a poet at heart!
Okay, here it goes! ;D
“Wait for me!” Sinot called out to Mikash, who made it appear rather simple to clamber up steep mountain-sides.
The dark blue of the gloaming yawned vastly above them as the early morning stars twinkled happily. The fatigued sun (known as Enon) struggled from its much enjoyed slumber behind
The cool breeze felt good as it rushed upward against the cliff. Dusky forests grew thickly below and above them. Only a few trees braved the awkward slant of the barren crag. An early forenoon fog lingered quietly, as it whitened the black forests ominously. But the birds had paid it no mind, twittering merrily about.
These were the type of mornings that Mikash lived for: overcast with the stimulating scent of rain lingering in a gentle breeze. He paused as he quickly hurled a glance over his shoulder below at his redheaded friend. Sinot was definitely too laggard, for he did not like climbing very much--due to his slight fear of heights. In fact, his old-time friend would rather go the long way around. “Where my feet would never have to leave the sturdy ground,” as Sinot had once put it. Mikash grinned as he shook his head, now concentrating on the task at hand.
Mikash’s long sable hair whipped around him like the dancing fire at a camp as he easily ascended. He enjoyed using his elfdagger as an aid for his climbing, stabbing it deeply into the dirt and rock.
Sinot’s heavy black cape flew up from behind him. He mumbled under his breath, disgusted at his friend’s natural talent. He glimpsed upwards shaking his head to himself as his violet eyes glinted with what little light shined. “Just how do you do it?”
Mikash laughed heartily. “You do have a great sense of humor!” He smiled broadly. He hesitated as he decided to search for a good resting spot, so his good friend can catch up. When he then spotted a gnarly tree just above, he set out for it. It projected away from the steep angle of the cliff, its branches twisted and knotted from centuries of seeking comfort and life-giving light from the Enon. He nestled comfortably within the heart of it, waiting for his confidant to catch up. “How is it going?!” Mikash called out as his voice echoed in the morning’s distance. A smirk tilted one corner of his lips.
Sinot glared upwards and noticed that his friend had decided to roost in the tree--the very same tree that Mikash would always wait in when he took too long--with his long legs propped up comfortably, with a flute in his hands. “Do you still remember how to play that?” Sinot bellowed conversationally with absolutely no intention of hearing a reply. His echoes greeted him in return. His attention was elsewhere, focused on pure concentration.
And Mikash knew it, but he answered anyway. “Yes,” he licked his lips in preparation, “my mother taught me well.” His eyes were far away with thought. Today was his beloved father’s anniversary, so he made a special trek out to pay him a visit.
The amulet Mikash wore was expressly given to him by his father at birth, for safekeeping. It was a peculiar jewel, he had to admit. Strangely enough, why did it invariably glow with each sojourn to his father’s? His startling gray eyes shimmered as long lashes glinted from the rising of Enon. He raised his eyes to the horizon to prevent the tears from falling. The Enon was still dull enough to look straight into it’s heart without burning pain.
Thank you for reading and leaving comments, I really appreciate it! Dont forget to read the other's there on my side bar to your right. They are confident writers, see how they aren't afraid to show off their first stages of writing?? ;) Share your thoughts on how your work started out, too!
photo found here
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Okay, this is a YA novel I wrote about fifteen years ago. It could be considered adult because one of my MCs is violated (I don't know if an ice sculpture counts as a person, but it is one of my MCs). Anyway, it's a thoroughly completed first draft at 150,000 words.
Here goes my synopsis:
Bella Duck is no ordinary girl. Oops, did I say girl? I meant to say wolf. She woke up one night to super hairy underarms, but that wasn't the only thing she had to worry about. It all happened when a mysterious sparkly ice sculpture moved into her neighborhood. I meant to say forest.
Anyway, her pack hated the sculpture so much that they would hunt it down 'cause it was so cold it brought on a mysterious fog, you know like dry ice does? Well, one by one, Bella's pack mates started to disappear. Feeling brave and scared at the same time, she decides to seek out Mummy Fortuna's seekings only to discover where they all went.
After the old gypsy warned her against hunting down the illusive ice block, Bella thought she knew better.
After traveling by the speed of light, because magical wolves can fly when they are determined to rescue their pack, she stumbles upon a meadow where the tall, oblong structure sparkles and dances in the sunlight. Feeling scared, she crept up to the thing and, to her horror, found her pack!
There, behind the spire of ice, were her beloved wolves. Guess what had happened to them? Because the ice structure was so cold, it had absorbed all of the water in the surrounding lands and they were so thirsty that their tongues were all stuck fast on.
After Bella Duck resisted the mouthwatering temptation to lick the sparkling, statuesque thing, she did the most beautiful, graceful, fantastical rain dance.
Echoing thunder sundered through the meadow--the wolves yelped and whined with every growl the clouds did. A hard pelting rain storm filled the dry riverbeds and soaked Bella's fur until, finally, the very sparkly ice statue melted and the wolves were set free.
This book was written and self-published way before Stephenie Meyer wrote her book. In fact, I showed her my rough draft and she told me since she had connections, she'd get hers done before I could and I would be out of luck.
I have trophies in my curio cabinet from my creative writing classes from high school and writer's clubs and feel that because my alpha readers, critique groups, and ex-boyfriends loved my story so much that this will totally rock your socks off--even the Hollywood producers won't be able to say no to this one.
Please make sure that you put "I am interested in representing you" along with your name in the subject field of your e-mail because I'm submitting this to every agent in your house as well as junior agents and other more agents in other houses.
I know that my story will make your day.
Tiffany Otisfrankmeyer (I was here first)
1-800-Iamthebestpick, extension 0
1234 Whozer next NYT bestSeller Dr. #1
I hope this made you laugh!! Would you guys like for me to host a Query Spoof Blogfest???? Let me know!!
For more query spoof fun from the master (Creepy Query Girl) herself, click here!
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
The link to the post is found below. I hope you enjoy getting to know Moggie as much as I had interviewing the guy! ;)
Harley D. Palmer’s Epic Character Questionnaire
Part One: The Basics
1. What is your name? Morgan Taylor
2. Do you have any nicknames? If you do, who gave it to you and why? Yeah, Moggie. My baby brother couldn't pronounce it for the longest time and it just stuck.
3. How old are you now? 20, but my birthday is coming up.
4. When were you born? almost 21 years ago.
5. Where do you call home now? Rhoda's Bar and Grill. No, just kidding--my crib up in Beverly Hills.
6. To what social class do you belong? Are you kidding me?
7. What is your eye color? hazel--can't you see them?
8. What is your hair color? black
9. Do you have any distinguishing facial features? 'course I do--the groupies always tell me how chiseled I am.
10. Do you have any birthmarks? Where are they? do tatts count?
11. Do you have any scars? How did you get them? yeah, I've a big one right here when I killed my folks in the fire. points to heart
12. Do you have any tattoos or other markings? How and why did you get them? Yep. Cause I wanted to.
13. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses? naw
14. Are you right or left handed? left
15. What does your voice sound like? I dunno, but when I sing--I can go pretty high.
16. How do you dress most of the time? the usual--black jeans and shirt.
17. How do you dress up? Are you kidding me?
18. How do you dress down? to nuthin, wanna see?
19. What do you wear when you go to sleep? snorts
20. Do you wear any jewelry? can't you see them? Okay, just kidding--just about anything that I can pierce.
21. What words and/or phrases do you use frequently? you want me to keep this G rated, don't you?
22. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics? I don't think
this is weird or nothing, but Zag thinks I should stop chewing on my guitar pick--thinks I'll choke on it one of these days. winks
23. Do you have any bad habits? If so, what are they and how do you plan to get rid of them? me? bad habits? Isn't that an opinion? Myrah thinks that bringing groupies and chicks home every night is a bad thing as well as my smoking and drinking and, oh, that's right. G-rated. nods with a stupid smile
24. Do you have a lifelong dream or aspiration? snorts I am living my dream, woman. reaches over and squeezes my chin
25. Do you own a car (or other form of transportation)? Why or why not? Describe it. 'course I do. What famous rock star wouldn't own a Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren, a Maserati, Saleen, Farrari, Lamborghini--private jet--do you still want me to go on?
26. What is your current state of mind? Uh, is this a trick question?
Thank you, Sangu, I had soooo much fun interviewing my guy!
(photos are of Michael Praed)
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Okay, here it goes.
I heard this story by an amazing person once and it has never left my mind. I thought it would be nice to share this with you. It has touched my life, and even though I am not a daddy, I believe this would apply to mommies too. ;)
"A father should never consciously disappoint his wife or children. In 1989 there was a terrible earthquake in Armenia that killed over 30,000 people in four minutes. A distraught father went in frantic search of his son. He reached his son’s school only to find that it had been reduced to a pile of rubble. But he was driven by his promise to his son, “No matter what, I’ll always be there for you!” He visualized the corner where his son’s classroom would be, rushed there, and started to dig through the debris, brick by brick.
Others came on the scene—the fire chief, then the police—warning him of fires and explosions, and urging him to leave the search to the emergency crews. But he tenaciously carried on digging. Night came and went, and then, in the 38th hour of digging, he thought he heard his son’s voice. “Armand!” he called out. Then he heard, “Dad!?! It’s me, Dad! I told the other kids not to worry. I told ’em that if you were alive, you’d save me and when you saved me, they’d be saved. …
“There are 14 of us left out of 33. … When the building collapsed, it made a wedge, like a triangle, and it saved us.”
“Come on out, boy!”“No, Dad! Let the other kids out first, ’cause I know you’ll get me! No matter what, I know you’ll be there for me!”"
~ James E. Faust
This is such a heartfelt, teary thing for me. I hope it has brightened your day, as well! Here's to the dads of the world. Enjoy the pictures I found on bing Images.
Happy Father's Day!
Saturday, June 12, 2010
So you are to guess what my works in progress (WIP) is about just by the five titles alone and which title you like best--great idea, isn't it???
Go here for more title fun! :D
- Kill Me Softly
- Midnight Sun
- Till Death Do We Not Part
- Black Dawn
LOL, okay, there ya go!! Good luck, my friendz!! :)
Friday mystery was Erin from Bookish in a Box! ;)
Friday, June 11, 2010
She is awesome with words--forging them into shiny, bright new things. She once jumped on her trampoline in the middle of a thunderstorm and felt powerful. She is very creative and expresses herself through dancing and singing and writing. She also loves to read books and loves science, too. Who is she? ;)
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Katie, my awesome buddy from the Creepy Query Girl blog, just gave me the keys to her query spoof vault! Woohoo--thank you!
I've read a few from her contest and they've made me laugh! I feel that us writers need a way to poke fun of all these straight-jacket rules. Let our hair down, you know?
This is one she wrote April 9th of this year. Enjoy!! :D
Dear Unspecified Agent,
I came upon your profile through eharmony.com. After reviewing your agency website, I firmly believe my manuscript could be puddy in your strong, well shaped hands. I also like long walks on the beach and sing Sinatra lyrics in the shower.
The world of ‘SAVATAR’ will blow your proverbial socks off. Agent Marmucker has been dealing with the loss of his limbs since the bubblegum factory explosion of 2087. On a secret mission to planet Hooters, Agent M. will have the occasion to live a normal life once more. Through technological mindmelding means, he will incarnate the body of an eleven foot tall native boogyfry named ‘Crut’ and infiltrate their tribe. The knowledge he acquires will change his perception of the human race forever. He alone can prevent a war between the two planets by taming the flaming Spleagle-whats and becoming chief of the boogyfry tribe.
Oh yes, and he SAVES THE WORLD.
This is my first almost finished book and I have been writing non-stop for…..five whole days. I think this could really be the next big thing- bigger than Harry Potter and Twilight put together. I am dead serious. Dead. Serious.
Even my neighborhood psychic Sabine says there’s no doubt that SAVATAR will take the world by storm, and she totally predicted Michael Jackson’s disappearance (he’s still alive, btw) - so trust me when I say that this is a win-win.
Thank you for your time,
Sleep Deprived in Detroit
Do you want a chance at this? I want to hear your own version of query fun, just let me know if you want to and when you post it so I can visit you, please!! I'll work on one, too and post it next Wednesday! ;)
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Don't we all love to read about dreams? In books, every dream is prophetic, otherwise, it shouldn't be there, right? Hmmm, at least that's what I think. I believe we need to be careful how we write them because it could create a false sense of reality to the reader and may cause disappointment. Dreams are very cliche, too, but if the dream is written well, I bet we can get away with it, don't you?
Here is a dream from my YA Rock Star, (how Moggie's chapter starts out--I had him recognize that he was dreaming so as to orientate the reader and avoid disappointment, let me know if it worked!):
Moggie stumbled in the darkness—his arms out, fingers splayed. This had to be another one of his dreams. Twists and turns made him feel like a scrambling rat. Sweat trickled down his brow. He swore. How he hated not seeing where he was going. Frenzied whispers choked his breath. His hands shook, and his heart dropped.
All he could think was Zag lost in this upturned maze. He had to get to him before anything could happen. Just like the very real night so many years ago . . . the terror of the howling fire consumed him. He squeezed his eyes shut. It was his fault. They were orphaned before their tenth birthday. He should’ve listened when Zag warned matches were dangerous . . .
Where was his brother? Anxiety, fear, panic. A coil of molten rock in his heart. His emotions reared and kicked and thrashed.
“Zag?” he shouted into the cutting gloom, trembling. Heavy sick twisted his gut. He searched for any hope of light. The dark was suffocating and thick. Hisses barbed his skull. He clutched his ears and roared.
His breath loud. His thoughts desperate. His body reeling.
“Zag?” Still no answer.
A loud thump sounded. Soft glow warmed the shadows. Moggie grinned and rushed forward. He jolted to a quick stop, his gaze round and wild. Red. Red everywhere. His jaw quivered with a gasp.
“Moggie?” A sharp knock sounded. Hollow and loud.
He whipped around, his fists flying. Nothing but red. He lost his balance, and collided into something hard, cold and flat. Wrenching stabs vibrated through him. He moaned and opened his eyes—though he had sworn they were open already. The knock sharpened into heavy pounding, then a deafening crash.
“Hey! What’re ya doing on the floor?” Hands yanked him to his feet, his vision hazy.
Moggie’s head swam, and his world tipped. Wait, how did he end up in the dressing room? “I—what?” He blinked many times into blaring, fluorescent lights. What was going on? A sharp ache coiled through his head and he groaned.
“Were you having that nightmare?”
“Hu?” He lifted his head and stared at a familiar face through knotted hair. A dancing blue gaze and dirty blond braids. A thrill of relief burst through him and he chortled. “Zag? Wow, yeah, I think I was.” His brother was not dead!
“You’ve gotta quit worrying about me so much,” he said with a shake of his head, a smile stretching wide.
“I can’t help it. You’re my baby brother and I swore to keep you safe.” How could Zag not see? Didn’t he realize how real these dreams felt? The agony?
Go here for more dreaming! ;)
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Drum rolls please!!
I'd like to thank everyone who participated--it was quite fun!
Have you entered my book giveaway yet? Go check it and see if you can answer the riddles I have there! (Ends June 18th)
I have a wonderful, yet strange blogfest going--Breaking the Rules Blogfest!
It is a wonderful chance to see how we all began and to learn that we writers are human after all. We all started from the beginning somewhere and I have another book giveaway with it. I just love giving stuff away. Go check it out!!! (June 18th)
Wow, I just realized that June 18th is popular with me! ;)
PS--I can't remember when it was that I said I'd go from 7 to 3 days a week, but these are the days I will be blogging: Sundays, Wednesdays, and Fridays with an occasional straggling blogfest day. ;) I am so excited to dive into my new schedule--that will give me more time to visit your blogs---wheeeee! ;D
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Because I love my followers, I am doing a fantastical book giveaway! It's easy peasy to enter: 1--be a follower, and 2--e-mail me (elizabethmueller6 AT gmail DOT com) your answers to the 3 riddles below with the subject heading: Riddles. I will give you one entry for every right answer you get, and an entry for an honest try if you don't get them right. ;)
Ready? Here we gooooo!!!!
1. What is the difference between an old nickel and a new dime?
2. If your uncle's sister is not your aunt, what relation is she to you?
3. What is that which has never been felt, seen nor heard, never existed and still has a name?
Please don't leave answers in comments below so others have a fair chance at them (or you won't be able to enter)--thank you!!! Last day is the 15th. I will announce the winner and answers the 18th, Friday!
PS--this book is NOT for the faint of heart.