This week has been a crazy one, crazier than usual; I had my friend from Portland, OR, in town (I refer to her as the Picky Vegetarian because, well, she is: the woman hates tofu, in addition to many other things), my mother-in-law returned home, and then I had another in a series of unpleasant dental appointments (’nuff said on that; just floss already, okay?). Not to mention I’m trying to write and was editing on a tight deadline for a friend whose agent is prepping to take her book out.
So I’m gonna skip around topics. First off, the picture above is of me and the aforementioned PV at this replica of Stonehenge a guy built as tribute to fallen WWI soldiers (he was mistakenly told that Stonehenge was a sacrificial site, so built the faux ‘henge as a reminder that “humanity is still being sacrificed to the god of war.”
It was very cool, and the accompanying museum–his mansion, with all his quirky treasures–was delightful. Plus the town has a winery, so you know I was happy.
Then, I had to howl at today’s post at Awful Library Books; after all, isn’t this what we write every day, only with less cartoony covers?
(What would you most want a boy to know about you, by the way?)
And last, I have been continuing to try to write every day–not always succeeding, but my good friend Kwana is threatening to kick my ass if I don’t. And I believe her (plus, she doesn’t live far away; Carolyn Jewel has threatened the same, but she’s in California. She has to wait until our annual face-time at the National Conference to follow through on her threat, whereas Kwana can just drive half an hour).
So thanks for bearing with me as I’m all over the place, but what else is new, and maybe share how some friend helped YOU out recently. Or what you want a boy to know about you, or what you really want to know about boys.
Thanks!
PS: LeBron, if you’re out there? New York is a lovely place. Just saying.
Man. Do you know any boy who would even touch that book? The cover artist certainly never had a son.
I haven’t had help from a friend exactly, but I’ve spent the last two days with friends, mostly working on their manuscripts.
What do I want to know about boys? Why they spit. Girls don’t spit (much) why do males have to?
That cover is seriously scary!!! I do love weird booksale finds like that 🙂
Too funny. That cover is too true. As someone who, by my sophomore year, had an hourglass figure and the cup size to go with it. That was the only thing boys saw. Their eyes never made it above chest level. A face? What is that.
Cute picture of fake Stonehenge. I have one with the real Stonehenge long before English Heritage fenced it off to preserve for future generations. No doubt boys would prefer the fake Stonehenge to the Library book!
Okay that cover has serious issues. Could give boys nightmares!
Had to laugh at your take on it, librarypat! My best friend in high school was built like you. She spent a lot of time reaching over to take guys by the chin, raise their heads and say “I’m up here.”
What I’d like to know about boys? Why can’t they buy pants that fit in such a fashion that they don’t have to adjust “themselves” in public? I manage a Wal-Mart bakery. I’m there eight hours a day. I see a lot of men, on the grocery side of the store. Got that visual? Why?