I get rather a lot of comments on my blog that you don’t see. More than the kind you do see. These are the kind with a zillion links to famous people I don’t know, and sometimes written in Russian/Cyrillic alphabet, and containing Offers.
Such as the one I just deleted, that I should maybe have held on to.
The offer for Psychic Octopus Detectives. Shoot. Or was it Psychic Detective’s Octopus? See? I should have saved it.
I couldn’t make this stuff up, friends.
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In other news, I’ve got a lot of rewriting to do. Remember when I said (often) that I like revisions? Well, theoretically, I do. I like the polishing part. The fixing the typos part (which I never, ever seem to do on my blog). The reading over and laughing at the funnies part. But remember the stringing beads analogy that I sort of stole from Brenda Ueland’s brilliant “If You Want to Write”? Where she talks (and also I talk) about picking up a bead and staring at it, getting giddy over its sparkliness, and choosing to use it? Well, the revisions where I have to snip the string and dump all my pretty beads back onto the tray, those revisions hurt a little. I can still use all (or almost all) the beads, but they’re in the wrongest order. It’s a kind of starting over, and starting overs are hard (for the lazy).
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Kids 3 and 4 and I picked the big orange popcorn bowl full of strawberries yesterday. We had crepes for dessert. My dad pronounces “crepes” like a Frenchman. I pronounce it like it rhymes with “grapes” and this makes him shudder, I’m sure. But whichever way you say it, it’s really tasty with fresh strawberries and squirty whipped cream. The rest of the berries went in to the freezer for smoothie-making goodness. Mmmm again.
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Kid 2 went to her first real-real boy-girl party last night. There were parent chaperones there. They watched a “Black Lagoon” horror movie, which made her laugh. Are perverse senses of humor genetic? I think she got my dad’s.
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Kid 1 performs her Shakespeare monologue today. In honor, we’re all using British accents all day at our house. Nobody knows this yet, as most of my family is still in bed. What a surprise they’ll get when they say “good morning” and I respond with “Cheerio!” Either that or they’ll roll their eyes and suggest I go back to bed. One of those.
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My Cowboy neighbor brought me a bag full of meat yesterday. Really. Do you think that’s a good first line for a book? That’s not the point. He thought his dumb dog had gotten into my yard and ripped bark off my tree, but I couldn’t find any damage on any of my trees. Still, he was sorry enough to offer to replace whatever tree the dog had attacked, and give me a whole lot of frozen hamburger meat. From his cows. That he raises himself. He also offered to sell me half a beef (that’s how they say it) and I didn’t know how to tell him I don’t like meat that still has bones attached. But the Cowboy neighbor is a gentleman, and let it go.
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I love the analogy of cutting the sting and having all the pretty beads get dumped back in the tray. I’m there. More rearranging and a whole new first chapter (I detest this part most of all). As it now stands, my main character doesn’t show up till chapter 3. Oh, there are references to her, here and there in those chapters, but not near enough to make her presence know. Big Ugh, and the first time this has ever happened. So yeah, I’m feeling you.
My bets on the kids think you should go back to bed, rather than listen to the British accent all day. Me? I would have enjoyed it, but kids rarely seem amused when parents playact. (Hugs)Indigo
I love the analogy of cutting the sting and having all the pretty beads get dumped back in the tray. I’m there. More rearranging and a whole new first chapter (I detest this part most of all). As it now stands, my main character doesn’t show up till chapter 3. Oh, there are references to her, here and there in those chapters, but not near enough to make her presence know. Big Ugh, and the first time this has ever happened. So yeah, I’m feeling you.
My bets on the kids think you should go back to bed, rather than listen to the British accent all day. Me? I would have enjoyed it, but kids rarely seem amused when parents playact. (Hugs)Indigo
First, congrats on having your blog linked to Facebook… but, I’ll reply here since I know you frequent this cyber haunt most often.
Second, interesting Cowboy story. His dog may or may not have come in to your yard. I don’t know. His dog may or may not have removed bark from your tree. I don’t know. I do, however, know that said Gentleman Cowboy (who raises-and subsequently *sells*-beef) is a fanstastic salesman. He put in your hands what we in the biz call “a sample”. A free one at that. He also used the dog story (real or contrived) to establish a relationhip with you. He now has neighbor who knows 3 very important things:
1) He sell beef (whole, half, and likely quarter/part)
2) The beef is good (as you’ll learn when you try the free sample)
3) He is a man of integrity. He’ll fix what’s wrong… be it dog or “doggie” related.
Happy eating!
First, congrats on having your blog linked to Facebook… but, I’ll reply here since I know you frequent this cyber haunt most often.
Second, interesting Cowboy story. His dog may or may not have come in to your yard. I don’t know. His dog may or may not have removed bark from your tree. I don’t know. I do, however, know that said Gentleman Cowboy (who raises-and subsequently *sells*-beef) is a fanstastic salesman. He put in your hands what we in the biz call “a sample”. A free one at that. He also used the dog story (real or contrived) to establish a relationhip with you. He now has neighbor who knows 3 very important things:
1) He sell beef (whole, half, and likely quarter/part)
2) The beef is good (as you’ll learn when you try the free sample)
3) He is a man of integrity. He’ll fix what’s wrong… be it dog or “doggie” related.
Happy eating!
I wish I had a cowboy neighbor. That would be cool.
I wish I had a cowboy neighbor. That would be cool.
Bryan brings home free meet quite often. For some reason when you go fix people’s cows, they just feel the need to share other dead cows with you. Hey, I’m not complaining. We like crepes (I say it like you do) with strawberries fresh whipped cream and chocolate sauce. You should totally try it with the sauce. It’s so heavenly.
Bryan brings home free meet quite often. For some reason when you go fix people’s cows, they just feel the need to share other dead cows with you. Hey, I’m not complaining. We like crepes (I say it like you do) with strawberries fresh whipped cream and chocolate sauce. You should totally try it with the sauce. It’s so heavenly.
You never know when you might need an octopus detective. Seriously. I could have used one just last week!
That’s one nice cowboy! My dog rips the bark off my own tree and I wish I could get half a cow for him. >:( I love my dog. I just love my pear trees, too. Punk.
Wishing you lots of luck with your shiny beads! *hugs*
You never know when you might need an octopus detective. Seriously. I could have used one just last week!
That’s one nice cowboy! My dog rips the bark off my own tree and I wish I could get half a cow for him. >:( I love my dog. I just love my pear trees, too. Punk.
Wishing you lots of luck with your shiny beads! *hugs*
Aw, awesome cowboy neighbor! And the crepes…mmmmm. I need some of your recipes! =D
Aw, awesome cowboy neighbor! And the crepes…mmmmm. I need some of your recipes! =D
Mmmmm, strawberries and crepes? I am so hungry all of a sudden!
Mmmmm, strawberries and crepes? I am so hungry all of a sudden!