Happy Hump Day

So I went looking for a hot guy in a suit for some writing inspiration on the book I’m working on and … one thing led to another.

Josh Duhamel! How did I forget about him? And of course I need a pic of him and a dog. But why just ONE dog? So…

… in conclusion, he’s most definitely my writing inspiration today.

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#ParentingFail

When you’re writing the day’s pages on your current book and you put a place marker in a scene that you’re not ready to write at the moment marked like this:

XX [SHE JUMPS HIS BONES HERE]

And then you don’t catch said scene marker before you pass the scene onto your daughter to check for errors for you…

#parentingfail

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Big, fat liar…

I found this old blog post from this date TWELVE years ago. Thought you might enjoy the peek at the kind of mom I am:

The other day Oldest wanted me to go on a run with her. She takes this loop through the woods, which is admittedly beautiful, but it’s also straight uphill in spots. Lots of spots. Not wanting to look like a wuss (which while true, is not that flattering) I agreed. Five minutes up the hill and I was toast. “Honey,” I said, trying not to look like I was on my dying breath, which I was. “You go ahead, I’ll catch up.”

And this is where those of you with a conscious might want to skip ahead to the end. You see, I know the woods around our house like the back of my hand. Or at least as well as a person who could get lost coming out of a paper bag can know anything. So I stepped off the path and went straight into the woods, cutting across, coming out ahead of my daughter, effectively losing at least a mile of the run. On top of this, I waited in the woods, sitting in the nice cool shade up against a tree chatting with Ashes until the daughter passed by.

Then I stepped back onto the trail behind her. “Whew, you’re really giving me a workout, let’s walk the rest of the way home, okay?”

“Sure, mom. You did great.”

I beamed. “Thanks.” And then went home and had some cookies. I know, I’m going straight to hell …

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Happy Hump Day

So I did a search for lifeguards. For research OF COURSE. I mean, I like to get things right for you all. 🙂 Anyway, this guy popped up and I decidedtoday’s writing inspiration is helping me get pages today…

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Question

Looking for books for my Kindle and I figured why not come to you, the experts. 😛 What’s your favorite books of all time? Not necessarily the classics, or the books that make you look good if someone sees the bookshelf. I’m talking your faves. The books you can’t live without having in your possession. Romance, not romance, whatever. Just curious. Name one or five or twenty, I don’t care. Just curious and love to hear what your opinions are.

Happy Hump Day

I had a few emails wondering why I skipped a Happy Hump Day last week and my sincere apologies. It won’t happen again. 🙂

Now go forth and have a happy and safe July 4th!!!!!! I’ll be sitting at the lake with the entire fam, eating too much and enjoying having all my people in one place at the same time. What are you all doing today?

Friday’s thoughts

So I was working inside and got stunk out by the cat. Usually it’s the dogs but today it was the cat.

She doesn’t want to talk about it.

I went outside to work and got distracted by myself. I think it’s time for new shoes…

I have to go back to writing but before I do, I have a question. Are you all reading print, ebook, or a combo of both? I’ve been reading on my phone actually, and I thought I would mourn the loss of holding a book but I don’t. I love carrying all my books with me because what if I want to switch books? That said, I really do sometimes miss the scent of a new book. But then I open my app, make the font really big so I don’t need my glasses and get comfy. Life goes on. 🙂 You?

Conversations

Youngest:
Dad? What eats squirrel, do you think?

Alpha Man:
Dunno. Why?

Youngest:
There’s a half eaten squirrel in the den.

The sound of Middle’s, Oldest’s and my screams pierce the air as we go running from the kitchen without even looking in the den. This is who we are. Alpha Man’s hair was blown back as we passed him. He blew out a defeated breath and headed for the den.

A few minutes later he exited the house with a bag in his hands, and when he came back in, Frat Boy was prancing happily at his feet, looking suspiciously pleased with himself. We were all huddled together on the stairs waiting for an explanation.

Me:
Well?

Alpha man:
She was right. It was a half eaten squirrel.

Frat Boy was looking proud, as if to say “you’re welcome”.

Not an hour later, Sadie brought me a very dead butterfly, missing one wing.

I’m pretty sure it’s a conspiracy.
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TGIF

Okay, so I’m swamped and out of control and have NO business blogging today but I need your help.

What am I swamped with? A book that isn’t writing itself, a renovation project, packing for ALA (American Library Association) — I’m heading to New Orleans to speak at their national conference this weekend, AND a flare up of SUMMER-ITIS.

Not to mention Rainy Day Friends has hit the shelves!!!

Oh and my back is tweaked.

And don’t even get me started on Frat Boy — who managed to eat an entire package of salami including the plastic. Since he’s not dead, I can only assume he has a stomach of iron.

And a severe eating disorder.

But forget about him. I need your help. What, if any, endearments are acceptable in a romance, from the hero to heroine? My two favorite heroes of all time each have very two distinct forms of endearments they use. Janet Evanovich’s Ranger calls Steph “babe” and oh my God does it work for him. And JD Robb’s Roarke calls Eve his “darling” in that too die for Irish accent. But each of these names are so deeply ingrained in my head as Steph and Eve, they’re off limits to me.

And everything else is sounding cheesy. Or maybe I’m just hungry.

So help. My question is this — and let’s make it twofold for shits and giggles, shall we? Tell me what names your significant others have called you, and then tell me what your fave is. In the real world, and in fiction, or just in general.

Go.