Friday, January 30, 2015

Partay Time!

:blinkblink:  I'm sorry, what did you say?  It's Friday?  Well, yes, that's very nice.  Thank you for telling me... Wait, what?!  Crap. 

Howdy Killer Friends!  Welcome to FRIDAY! Partay time!  (Virtual style.)

Okay, so it's probably still too early to be quite that spunky, but hey, what better way to perk up the day than faking a spunk you really don't feel?  Fake it 'til ya make it, I always say.

So, anyway, since by the 'sticker' up there, it looks like we're drinking today, what's your pleasure?

Yeah, I'm drinking coffee, too, but if you could be drinking anything at all, what would you have?  This morning, I'd love a peach margarita.  And I'd love to be sitting by a gorgeous pool with my man while someone else brings them to me.  And while we're at it, I'm thin and 22.  Also, don't want to get drunk either.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

My imperfect match, who is just perfect

As you may know, I'm currently training with my dog, Smudge, to be a Therapy Dog team.

Some people think it's a great idea. Others give me a strange look. Still others have actually come out and said, "Why on earth, would you do that?" (Okay, only one person said that, but a few have asked, "Why?")

We had our first nursing home visit last night and Smudge did GREAT. Seven or eight residents, with varying degrees of disability, pet her. The smiles on the residents' faces is exactly why I wanted to become a Therapy Dog team. It was so rewarding to bring a couple of moments of joy to strangers.

This is something I've wanted to do for a long time. I'd hoped to do it with my dog Phoebe when I lived in NJ, but circumstances changed.

When I went looking to adopt another dog, I knew I wanted one I could eventually train for therapy. I had this grand plan about how long it would take and how many dogs I'd have to meet before I met my match.  The last time I'd adopted, it had taken a long time (two animal shelters, probably a dozen one-on-one meetings and a waiting list) to find that perfect match.

I studied all the dogs on the website carefully and then went to the local SPCA with a written list of those I wanted to meet. I slowly walked through the kennels, stopping to watch and talk to the dogs who were on my list. (Okay, I stopped for them ALL, but spent extra time with those on my list.) They were some great dogs.

But my best match from the list wasn't in the two rows of kennels. I had to keep searching. Finally I found her in another room that held ten or twelve cages. I visited all of those dogs too, spending extra time with my best match.

One of the volunteers came in and asked if I'd like any of the dogs taken out of the cage.

I found myself saying, "That one, please," while pointing to a scruffy mutt who WASN'T ON MY LIST.

The volunteer brought Grace and I into a private room. I sat down on a bench, prepared to wait a little while until she was ready to greet me. Usually, freed from a cage, a dog runs around the room sniffing and exploring before it focuses on the new human. Not Grace. She immediately came up to me so that I'd pet her. A moment later she'd jumped onto the bench and rested her head on my shoulder, staring up at me with warm brown eyes.

Yeah, my heart melted on the spot. My grand plan went out the window. If a dog could be this friendly in a shelter, she'd probably make a good therapy dog.

I was pretty sure this was the dog I wanted, but I tried not to get my hopes up. She had to pass an important test. She had to get along with Teddy, the dog I already owned.  (Teddy was the big reason it had taken so long to find the last dog I'd adopted. He didn't like other dogs. He never met a dog he didn't growl at, including Phoebe, who we took home since she just ignored his growling, unlike the other dogs we'd met who all growled back (or worse, lunged at him).

The next day I brought Teddy to meet Grace. We did the meet-and-greet in an outside pen, with me telling the volunteer to hold on tightly to Grace's leash since Teddy had the habit of bringing out the worst in other dogs.

Teddy didn't growl.

I was so surprised I didn't quite know what to do.  I was sure it a mirage or something. The volunteer and I sat down and made small talk, watching the dogs interact for about twenty minutes.

Teddy never growled.

Grace came home with us and I changed her name to Smudge.





That was at the end of June and last night, she did the job she's been trained for and brought pleasure to strangers. How awesome is that?!?!



So proud of my imperfect match!

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Paying Attention To The Details

“Making people believe the unbelievable is no trick; it’s work. … Belief and reader absorption come in the details: An overturned tricycle in the gutter of an abandoned neighborhood can stand for everything.” — Stephen King

I live for those little details as a reader. They give you a sense of time and place. They set the tone. As a writer I love layering those details into the story. It's no secret that I enjoy the editing process over writing the first draft. I could edit all day long. Writing the first draft? Two hour tops and I'm done. Once I get to the middle of the story there are some days I'd rather be sitting in the dentist office having teeth pulled. 

Right now I'm busy plotting and writing that first draft. Which leads to timelines. I love these things. I have a suspense plotline, relationship plotline, and intimacy plotline.  




I'm also busy researching as I've have a characater involved in politics. I know next to nothing about the inner workings of our federal government or the what happens on Parliament Hill. But doing research is tricky. It's all fun and games until you get sucked in so far you're never finding your way out. All of a sudden people are asking when supper is. Supper? What happened to the afternoon? 


Then I start printing out tables with sunrise and sunset times. Sometimes maps. Pictures. So I have a sense of the details that need to be added.

That's what happens when I'm in the thick of things which I am right now. 

One of the books I'm reading right now is The Firebird by Susanna Kearsley. It is two stories in one. A contemporary one and an historical one. It is so rich in detail that I have no trouble at all imagining myself in Russia with young Anna and Catherine the Great. It's lovely writing that uses all the senses to take the reader on a wonderful journey.

If you're a writer, what does your process look like? As a reader do you prefer books rich in detail? Or do you prefer a more 'just the facts' type of story?

Friday, January 23, 2015

Say Ya to Da U.P. Eh?

I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess that not many of you have heard or seen the phrase I used as the subject for today's post.  Years ago, there was a marketing campaign for the state of Michigan: Say Yes to Michigan.  In response, the Upper Peninsula (the U.P.) began their own tongue in cheek campaign - using the dialect spoken up there.  Say Ya to Da U.P., Eh?

You see, there's been an on-again, off-again push to try and make the Upper Peninsula its own state, but it doesn't have the finances to break free, and with all it's natural resources, the rest of the state don't really want to let it go.  (Northeast Colorado tried this at the last election, and it failed miserably.)  I don't really blame them for wanting to get gone from the rest of the state.  They aren't even attached - except by the Mackinaw Bridge.  They have a different way of living, a different way of speaking, and they're own brand of rugged independence. 

If you haven't guessed by now, I love the U.P.

I went to college up there and I fell in love with its beauty, and its people, and the flora and fauna.  And the lifestyle is so laid back (or at least it was).  I would've found a way to retire up there - except for one thing.

It's freakin' cold as a witch's titty in a brass bra up there in the winter time. 

Oh, and the black flies are outrageous. 

Other than that, though, I'd live there in a heartbeat. 

So yeah, I didn't start this post to be some kind of travelogue, but if you haven't experienced the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, look into it for a lovely vacation.  Late summer when it's still warm enough to get out but less humid, or early fall when the leaves are turning and before the snow flies.  (Unless you're into snow, then feel free to visit in the winter, because it's awesome then, too.)

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

JUSTIFIED and SHADOW by Maureen A. Miller

I'm a big fan of JUSTIFIED. It's pretty much my only Must See TV.

Last night was the season premiere (of the last season, boo hoo!) so I hurriedly walked the dog and settled in to watch my favorite anti-heroes.  (If you haven't seen it, you may not want to read further, I'm not including any major spoilers, but there are some minor ones.)

The Good:

The credits made me happy because Jere Burns (I just love Wynn Duffy) was listed.

Also, I'm thrilled that they introduced Garret Dillahunt, who wants to buy Raylan's dad's dilapidated home for a briefcase full of cash.  His bad guys tend to be very evil and very smart, so he should fit into Harlan County just fine.

They gave Tim something to do! (Poor Tim and Rachel never got their due with this show imho.)

Dewey Crowe!

The Bad:

Raylan and Boyd didn't have a scene together. While I understand that the writers face a big challenge trying to put them together in ways that aren't contrived, I tune in to see those two verbally spar.

Winona's hair -- WTF?!?! She's up in the middle of the night, watching over her baby in the crib (there obviously was no baby in the crib when she shot her part) and her hair looked like she'd just stepped out of a shampoo commercial. Was the audience supposed to infer that her life in Miami is so much more glamorous than in Harlan? We didn't need a Glamour Shot for that.

The Ugly: 

I won't say since I'm trying not to put out big spoilers, but it made me sad.

They did a good job of setting up the season's arc. Will Raylan finally be able to take down Boyd? It's definitely suspenseful, what with Ava stuck in the middle. (Not that I really care what happens to Ava…she lost me when she beat up the prostitute a few seasons ago.)

Speaking of thrilling, check out the release from my pal, Maureen A. Miller!!



The Shadow was watching her again. Sophie Diem could not see him. She could not prove he was there.

Sometimes he would approach. On those occasions she tried to run. Running was pointless, though. He would always return. And he would always ask the same question−over and over and over…

Where is Nathan Bethard?

Sophie's boss has skipped town, abandoning their counseling firm. Now a stranger is stalking her. Granted, the man is drop-dead gorgeous, but nonetheless, he is still a stalker. In an attempt to flee him, she seeks a new job...in London.

Surely crossing the Atlantic will be enough to deter her shadow.


Find out more about Maureen's books here.

Last week's contest was a bit of a bust, but congrats to B.E. Sanderson who won a copy of DEADLY FORCE by Misty Evans.

Tell me Killer Friends: Are you a Justified fan? Are you a Maureen A. Miller fan? (I am!)
What's thrilling you this week? (I'm working on edits for The Hitwoman's Downward Dog…maybe not "thrilling" but exciting.)

Monday, January 19, 2015

Award Mania

It's award show season for films and television. I have to admit I don't watch much award show coverage besides the opening monologue. Periodically I check back in during commercial breaks while watching other programs but that's about it. Usually I've not seen any of the films that are nominated. Also, usually, I have no desire to see the films nominated. At least in the last couple of years. Although, I do admit to the desire to see the Imitiation Game with Benedict Cumberbatch and Keira Knightly (two of my favorite actors).

But I've also been thinking about other contests and awards. The Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery/Suspense is now open for submissions. I'm waffling back and forth about entering. I can never make up my mind about whether to or not and eventually the passage of time decides for me. Other contests/awards including two the better known ones are the Golden Heart and RITA awards and are sponsered by the RWA (Romance Writers of America). There are many others.

And this got me thinking about choosing books. Each of us have our own way of eliminating all the possibilities until we decide on a selection (or six). Do award winners rank higher on your list? Do little gold circles with the words Winner of the So-And-So Award influence your decision?

Stick with me while I insert an aside story. This weekend marks the date of buying the Worst Book Ever Written. Now I've purchased many books that didn't make it on my best book ever list. And some books I've enjoyed even though they might not have been the best crafted book. Voice, story, concept and great characters can make up for A LOT. But this book? Seriously...I can't even find the words.

Back to award winners. I admit it. If I'm looking on an author website because I'm intrigrued by something I've heard, I pay attention if it says 2014 RITA Winner, or the Agatha Award, or Giller Prize Winner, or the Stephen Leacock Award for Humor, or...whatever.

Course, it's only one way I pick a book. There are other factors at play. But it never hurts to know a book's a winner before you even start. Whether you still consider it a winner when you're done is another thing altogether.

Do you watch award shows? Do notice if a book's been nominated or won an award? Do you enter writing contests?

Friday, January 16, 2015

Sticky Notes and Other Stuff

Right now, my desk is a disaster area.  Seems like just last week, it was really tidy, but we all know it was more than a week ago. 

I have piles of genealogy print outs on top of my computer. On the monitor base, I have a stack of business cards I may or may not ever need.  I have stacks of sticky notes underneath and beside that - reminding me to do things that may or may not have ever gotten done, keeping track of story ideas for various things I'm working on, and a couple with hints for other stuff.

On my actual pad of sticky notes, I have a reminder to walk my mom through some Excel stuff on Monday.  Next to that, there's a freshly de-padded note to put something in the checkbook.  Next to that is the checkbook.  (Hey, the checkbook has only been there since last night when I remembered I have bills to pay this morning.)

I have a dayplanner on my desk, too.  I keep buying dayplanners and never using them.  This year's is green.  And right now, it has the same things written in it that are on my wall calendar.

And smack in the middle is a lovely card a very good friend sent me.  It's a puppydog romping through deep snow, and above the dog, it says "We conquer by continuing. - George Matheson."  So if I ever get discouraged about the self-publishing process, I'll remember to not give up.

It's a wise thing to remember. 

What's on your sticky notes?  Do you even use them?  Please tell me some of you are more organized than I am.  (Not that I'm totally unorganized - I just go for controlled chaos as an organization method.  LOL)

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Giveaway!! - Going to the dogs

Last night Smudge and I started our training to become a Therapy Dog Team. They didn't kick us out which was kind of a miracle because both of us got pretty impatient due to mind-numbing boredom. One of us barked a bit. One of us pretty much lost her mind. You guess which did which.



Just in case you don't know what a therapy dog is, here's the Wikipedia definition: A therapy dog is a dog trained to provide affection and comfort to people in hospitals, retirement homes, nursing homes, schools, hospices, disaster areas, and to people with learning difficulties.

These are NOT the kind of dogs that can be brought into restaurants, etc.

Those are service dogs, which Wikipedia defines as: A service dog is a type of assistance dog specifically trained to help people who have disabilities including visual difficulties,hearing impairments, mental illness, seizures, diabetes, autism, and more.



I mention service dogs because I wanted to tell you about the new release, DEADLY FORCE by my pal Misty Evans who's donating a percentage of her sales to service dog organizations that help veterans deal with their PTSD. How awesome is that?!?!

And because I think it's an awesome cause she's supporting, I'm giving away a copy of DEADLY FORCE, just answer one of the questions asked below. 

Some secrets can kill…

NSA agent Bianca Marx is determined to save her marriage, even if it kills her. Which it just might do since she knows a secret about her estranged husband’s latest mission. A highly-skilled assassin is hot on her trail and the only man who can keep her safe doesn’t want anything to do with her.

She’ll be dead in 24 hours…unless he can save her.

After his marriage failed, Navy SEAL Callan Reese threw himself into his work. On his last black ops mission, three of his men—three good men who counted on him—were killed. Now PTSD and a military investigation have sidelined him…until Bianca shows up. She claims someone high up in the US government wants her dead, and the assassin after her is also after him.

The couple that spies together, dies together…

On the run from the very government they serve, Bianca and Cal only have each other. When they uncover a deadly scandal threatening the nation, they’ll have one chance to save the day…and one last chance at love.

Tell me Killer Friends: Do you know any therapy or service dogs?
Also, short of muttering the Serenity Prayer under your breath, how do you not lose your mind when stuck in an extremely boring situation?

Monday, January 12, 2015

It's Monday. I'm late. Forgive me.

I blame my tardiness on...nothing. I have no excuse. That anyone will believe. I was going to say I was so busy meal planning and proofreading before sending final revisions to copy edits and working on my writing challenge and #fmsphotoaday shots, on organizing my life, that I forgot. Let's ignore the irony of that for a moment, shall we?

I'll just beg for forgiveness instead. And share an excerpt from my to-be-released-sometime-2015 romantic suspense, EXPOSED (Aspen Lake, Book 2).


Kate Logan needs a safe haven. A place to start over after her modeling career disintegrates in scandal. But her hometown of Aspen Lake isn’t the sanctuary she hoped. Her vow of a low-key life is disrupted by a break-in and other strange happenings at her boutique. As the chair of Aspen Lake’s Gothic Revival Festival, she’s also drawn the ire of a religious fanatic. Kate is up to her stilettos in drama and intrigue including one sexy carpenter who’s determined to get in her way.

New to town, Seth Stone is seeking inspiration and solitude to concentrate on his art. Short on funds, he agrees to take on a second job restoring the damage to Kate’s Closet. Trouble erupts along with the desire to get to know Kate better. When he’s used as a pawn in a smear campaign against his gorgeous boss Seth fights back. But now the whole town is watching. Including the man determined to further his own agenda. Time is running out with nowhere to hide.

Excerpt:

*Kate has had a break-in at ther boutique and Seth has been sent over by her father to assess the damage and fix it.

Seth shook his head. "No need to thank me. You give me a chance to design a new display case? I'll be the one thanking you."

Against her will her lips twitched and she nodded. "Why don't we see how the door goes first?"

"Fair enough. I'll do my best to amaze." He grinned. A heart stopping, slow spreading, deadly kind of grin. A slight lift of the corners until it gradually widened to reach all the way to his eyes. Eyes that hid a hint of jungle cat in them. The kind of smile that took forever to get where it was going but when it got there you felt like someone had forgotten to yell 'Clear!' before they used the paddles.

When she committed to getting sober booze wasn't the only thing she’d given up. If you didn’t count the one night of insanity and crushing loneliness she'd succumbed to, which meant she hadn't had sex in over a year. She battened down her hatches as a lovely rush of hormones washed through her. He wasn't her type. She didn’t go for younger men and she put him somewhere in his early twenties. She was twenty-nine going on eighty. No, he was not for her. But that didn’t stop her from squirming in her high heels.

"I'll leave you to it." She slipped her ice queen persona back into place, stiffened her spine and her resolve as she tried not to ooze pheromones. Or desperation. Then she decided to ignore all of it and him and hoped any potential fantasies died from lack of cultivation. She had enough problems.
***
 
Hope your Monday and your week are full and productive and you memory doesn't fail you.  What's the most important thing you need to remember this week? What's the most recent thing or event or date you forgot?

Friday, January 9, 2015

Rereads and Goodreads

I used to re-read books all the time.  Growing up, I didn't have the extensive library I have now.  I had the school library (which was limited) and the local library (which wasn't close by), and whatever books I received for Christmas or my birthday.  And in those books I had access to, I had my favorites that I would read over and over until I almost had them memorized.

One of the earliest I can remember was finding D'Aulaires' Book of Greek Myth in the elementary school library when I was in third grade.  (When they finally let us look at some of the larger books.)  I checked that book out over and over and over.  I don't think any other kid could've read that book that year.  (Later, I would buy it for my own daughter, who would inhale it, too.)

Another book I remember inhaling, I got from the RIF van (remember RIF?).  It was The Mystical Beast by Allison Farthing. 

Later, I re-read Elfstones of Shannara endlessly.  Along with The Forgotten Beasts of Eld.  And then there was Jane Eyre.  And Victoria Holt's The King of the Castle.  By then, though, I was visiting the library in town more often and my mother had a Harlequin subscription, so I was sucking those down at a high rate.  In high school, I discovered Atlas Shrugged and The Fountainhead, and read those as many times as I could. 

Nowadays, with so many books on my TBR pile, I find I don't have the time to re-read my old favorites.  I try to read at least one of the above a year (with the exception of the Greek myth book and Farthing's book, because I don't have copies of those anymore). 

A while back, a friend of mine pointed out that Goodreads doesn't let you take credit for re-reads on your yearly reading goal.  And I had noted that myself.  But I was sure there had to be a backdoor way of doing it.  After all, we can't be the only two people on Goodreads who like to re-read books, and there really should be a way to count those toward your reading goals. 

There is.  This year, I re-read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.  And I'd already told Goodreads I read that one.  Sure enough, it didn't act like it wanted me to add it again.  What I did was go to the book's page, change READ to Currently Reading.  It let me do that, so good.  When I finished, I clicked the I'm Finished link, which took me to the review window and at the bottom of the window, there's a place to enter the date.  Click Set to Today, and viola!  I put the book on my yearly goal list. 

Tada!

Do you re-read books?  What are some of your favorites to re-read?  What the first book you remember re-reading?

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Proud to be caught singing "Ice, Ice Baby"

You know that moment when you're rocking out,  singing along with a song on the car radio and you realize the person in the next car is watching you, thoroughly amused by your antics.

That happened to me the other day in the supermarket parking lot.

The radio station was playing Vanilla Ice's "Ice, ice baby" so instead of parking and getting out of my car, I parked and sat there and sang along with every lyric.
I didn't even notice the guy who'd been watching me sing until the song was over and I'd emerged from the car and he said something along the lines of, "Not everyone knows every word of that song."

And I had that moment of "please let the earth just swallow me whole" embarrassment, but then I shook it off and said, "I find it inspirational." No doubt he found that even odder than my singing, but it's true.

Whenever I have to write a scene that features, or is a result of, Armani Vasquez from the CONFESSIONS OF A SLIGHTLY NEUROTIC HITWOMAN series and the MATCHMAKER MYSTERIES, I listen to "Ice, ice baby" since it was her first psychic moment…one she tragically didn't heed. Please don't get me started on the danger of Zamboni machines.

So I'm proud to be caught singing that particular song because it means I'm stoking my creative juices.
Another way I'm stirring the creativity pot this year is by participating in a photo-a-day challenge. I've really enjoyed the prompts so far and have been posting them on my Facebook page.

Here's one that I took for the "round" prompt, but didn't go with:


Another thing I'm doing to keep the creative fires burning is writing a minimum of words. This week the goal's been 2000 words (manuscript words…not blog posts, emails, notes, etc.). As of Wednesday night I'd written 13801, so I'm doing well.  When I remember to, I'm tweeting about my word count progress.

Tell me Killer Friends: What "embarrassing" thing are you proud to be seen doing? How are you filling your creative well?  Do YOU know the words to "Ice, ice baby"????

Monday, January 5, 2015

Q&A And The Search For Deeper Point of View

So...because I'm supposed to be writing I thought it would be ever so helpful to do a Q & A with my current hero instead. In the quest for more insight and all that jazz. Which lead to research with lead to being distracted which enabled my desire to procrastinate very nicely. 

The rationalle being it's writing related after all. But now it's four o'clock and I've got diddly squat to show for word count and even less desire to write a blog post. So, guess what? Meet:

Constable Michael Davenport, who’s in the hot seat today. I live to serve. 

Nice to know you’re happy to be here.  I didn’t say that.

So, as a Constable with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police do you always get your man…or woman? You’re implying something here and I feel the need to set you straight. There is nothing sexy about my job. A job I take very seriously. A job I would never jeopardize by acting inappropriately.

Nice uniform. Knock it off.

You’re what? 6’1” – 6’2”, a hundred and— Finish that sentence and I’m out of here.

Fine. Would you rather see a movie at the theater or at home on TV? At home.  What if it’s a date? Then it’s her choice. If she wants to stay in, get cozy? I don’t invite women who I’m not serious about back to my place. So if we’ve gotten to this stage I’m hoping it means we’ll be having breakfast in bed the next morning.

You cook? That’s so- Don’t say it. I live by myself so yeah I cook. Otherwise I’d starve. It’s the second decade of the twenty-first century a guy who can cook shouldn’t be a novelty. It’s a necessary skill everyone should have.

Touchy much? If you could be a character in any novel you’ve ever read, who would you be? Um…that’s actually an interesting question. I don’t read a lot of fiction. Mostly non-fiction. But…I just finished reading The Black Count: Glory, Revolution, Betrayal, and the Real Count of Monte Cristo by Tom Reiss. I’m a history buff. He led quite the life. So, I guess him.

Wow, that’s…fascinatingly boring. At what age did you lose your virginity? I’m not answering that question. Why? Are you embarrassed by the answer? No. It’s none of your business. You sure that’s all it is? You’re looking a little flushed. Next question. 

Do you have a personal written budget? And I’m going to go out on a limb and guess you do. I’m financially responsible. So yes, I have a budget, keep track of the market, and am in regular contact with my financial advisor.

Ohhhh, are you rich? Again. Next question.

Jeez, you’re a laugh a minute. Do you like to sing karaoke? No.

(Sigh) Would you rather have super strength or super intelligence? How about a little bit of both. You know, balance in all things.

What is the one habit you have that you would like to change? Saying yes to nosy, inappropriate writers.

HaHa. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Let’s see…dress, casual, baseball, runners…five or six.

Who’s the latest artist you downloaded to your iPod? Buddy Guy

A blues man, nice. Favorite sport? Baseball. Snore. Why? What’s wrong with baseball?

Have you ever thought about UFC? You know what? Never mind. Angelina Jolie or Nicole Kidman? Nicole Kidman Why? I don’t know…because I had to pick one?

DC or Marvel? Batman.

I love these kind of writing exercises. I find them helpful in terms of getting into deeper point of view and often the answers surprise me. And from this exercise I can tell tell you a few things. Mike is going to be forced into crossing lines in his professional life. He's going to end up with Grace at his apartment long belong he's ready for her to be there. There's a very good reason he doesn't talk about his sex life. And I'm pretty sure he's going to be up on a makeshift stage singing karaoke. While Aspen Lake might not be Gotham, it's still going to need a hero. 

Writing prompts and exercises? Yay or nay? Do you like getting a look inside main characters?

Friday, January 2, 2015

What Day is It??

Since Hubs retired, I have a really difficult time figuring out what day it is without consulting my computer, or a calendar, or the clocks with the time AND day of the week.  Add in the holidays and I'm totally lost.

For instance, I spent a good portion of yesterday convinces it was Sunday.  No mail, doncha know (and no-mail is my Sunday indicator) and football on all day?  Total wreckage of my internal clock.

During college football season, I always know when Saturday is - but regular season is over.

During the time when new Lt. Joe Kenda shows are on, I always know what day is Tuesday.  But the season is over.  (I used to know what days Tuesdays were because Hubs had regular night meetings on Tuesday, but that's gone.)

I'm pretty good at Mondays.  Enough people post memes complaining about the day that it's not hard to figure out.  Plus, Monday is my regularly scheduled 'call Mom' day.  Even then, though, I sometimes forget.  

Used to be - when I was buying new books all the time - I had Tuesday down pat.  Except I'm not and even when I have a new book I want to buy, it's an ebook or indie and those come out whenever.  Which brings me around to a question for y'all.  Do you really care what day of the week a book is released?  I was thinking of releasing my book on March 15th, because it's all Ides of March and junk.  Then I realized 3/15 is a Sunday.  No one releases books on a Sunday, right?  Or does it even matter anymore?

Like I said, without some indication of what day is what, I'm lost.

Luckily, I remembered at the last minute that today is Friday and got a post up so y'all would have something to read this morning - even if it's only me rambling about my temporal displacement.

Do you do a good job of keeping track of the days of the week or are you as lost as I am?

*To underline the problem, I wrote this last night and almost scheduled it for Monday morning.  :facepalm: