Thursday, March 25, 2010
Follow the Recipe
Glittery Hooha
Now, the story behind the mixin’ of a glittery hooha be a long and harrowin’ one. First, ya gots ta collect the glitter. The best glitter makes the best hooha, and the natural be the best, despite the debate a’ some weeks past regardin’ the bedazzlin’ techniques.
I believe in the natural ingredients. So. First, ya stalk a pixie. Now, ya can buy pixie glitter in yer better metaphysics store, but the best comes from takin’ yer chances and findin’ a pixie ta trap.
Sin brings the GPS aboard now and then and I found there by several ways ta gather the glitter. I can foller her about wit’ a little dust pan and broom. Make her laugh and more a’ the stuff falls off. Or shake…recruit a hottie ta help and there be other ways a makin’ sure she moves her booty.
I also found a more dangerous way… Met a pixie wandering Tortuga in her mini version and trapped her in a jar. Lid had holes in it and I shook the pixie dust out a’ her. This coulda been dangerous, since pixies tend to have fierce tempers and long memories…but then I poured the jar half-full a’ the best rum. She were too drunk ta persue me.
So, we gots the glitter.
Next, ya need the blushin’ pink a’ fresh pink grapefruit juice. The most prime white rum and pure crystal ice chipped straight from a glacier hauled ta the ship by me friend the Kraken.
No, I’m not gonna tell ya the proportions. That be me secret. But ya ends up with a sweet drink, with just a bit blush…ya can add grenadine if’n yer more in favor a’ deeper pink.
The drink has a recipe, but fer the best, ya foller yer instincts.
Now, I be a big believer in follering yer instincts, be that fer mixin’ drinks or writin’. There be guidelines fer everything ya do in life.
But recipes/formulas/potions, all come ta little in the long run. I mean, we all know the writers that get these huge contracts and we read their books and shake our heads. I mean…what? Here is where Sin’s blog of last week comes into it.
Luck.
So, there is luck. There is knowing your genre, knowing the business, working your craft, honing your voice, putting yourself in the way of will and not wish (all hail Captain Hellion.)
I believe in being prepared. (I musta been a boy scout in a former life.) I can over-prepare to the point of being paralyzed. Then comes the letting go and hoping luck takes a hand in things.
I believe in synchronicity and serendipity. I believe in magnetism as a magical force. You put it out into the world what you desire/deserve and the world will work to get it to you. Magnetize, know your internal compass and the natural forces out there will do their best to see you reach dream harbor.
But I’m nuts.
Yet…if you believe, they will come. The attention, the publishers, the agents… Of course, you have to build that field for them. You have to do the work, show you really want them there. You can cook and mix and bake and Martha Stewart the place settings and clean the house top the bottom and put out those little hand towels in the bathroom just for guests…but you don’t send out the invitations… This party will be a no show.
So, what are the parts to a successful career launch?
1 part voice (magic glitter)
2 parts craft (rum)
1 part preparation (ice)
1 part platform (the right glass makes the best impression)
2 parts sex (pink grapefruit juice) (OK, not really…you don’t have to have sex to get published… ‘course, it might not hurt…but…no. I don’t think so. But it helps ta have sex in the books, somewhere.)
A good straw (more of the sex analogy)
And a mad dash of luck
(If yer writin’ erotica, ya might add the grenadine here, fer more than a blush)
Shaken, not stirred (intention)
At this point, I like at light a candle, pray ta the four directions and toss some fern seeds inta an open fire.
Then I tend ta run.
(Because I have a streak of cowardice running through me, but I’m working on that.)
Ya gots a magical formula ya rely on ta get ya through the rough spots? I feel like I could mix a bucket a hooha every day lately and still be lost, but least I be a happy sort a’ lost. But I been feeling lost lately. And I don’t even watch the show!
One thing I don’t feel lost about is that the biggest magical ingredient is voice. The glitter that makes ya stand out as a writer.
What’s yer recipe fer a successful career launch? Or a drink ta keep ya brave until ya gets there? What does preparation mean ta you? How ‘bouts’ platform? How strong is your voice…does your voice glitter?
(And no, I did not give away the recipe, because exactly what is glitter and the actual getting of it…still my secret. Because I lied.)
Now, the story behind the mixin’ of a glittery hooha be a long and harrowin’ one. First, ya gots ta collect the glitter. The best glitter makes the best hooha, and the natural be the best, despite the debate a’ some weeks past regardin’ the bedazzlin’ techniques.
I believe in the natural ingredients. So. First, ya stalk a pixie. Now, ya can buy pixie glitter in yer better metaphysics store, but the best comes from takin’ yer chances and findin’ a pixie ta trap.
Sin brings the GPS aboard now and then and I found there by several ways ta gather the glitter. I can foller her about wit’ a little dust pan and broom. Make her laugh and more a’ the stuff falls off. Or shake…recruit a hottie ta help and there be other ways a makin’ sure she moves her booty.
I also found a more dangerous way… Met a pixie wandering Tortuga in her mini version and trapped her in a jar. Lid had holes in it and I shook the pixie dust out a’ her. This coulda been dangerous, since pixies tend to have fierce tempers and long memories…but then I poured the jar half-full a’ the best rum. She were too drunk ta persue me.
So, we gots the glitter.
Next, ya need the blushin’ pink a’ fresh pink grapefruit juice. The most prime white rum and pure crystal ice chipped straight from a glacier hauled ta the ship by me friend the Kraken.
No, I’m not gonna tell ya the proportions. That be me secret. But ya ends up with a sweet drink, with just a bit blush…ya can add grenadine if’n yer more in favor a’ deeper pink.
The drink has a recipe, but fer the best, ya foller yer instincts.
Now, I be a big believer in follering yer instincts, be that fer mixin’ drinks or writin’. There be guidelines fer everything ya do in life.
But recipes/formulas/potions, all come ta little in the long run. I mean, we all know the writers that get these huge contracts and we read their books and shake our heads. I mean…what? Here is where Sin’s blog of last week comes into it.
Luck.
So, there is luck. There is knowing your genre, knowing the business, working your craft, honing your voice, putting yourself in the way of will and not wish (all hail Captain Hellion.)
I believe in being prepared. (I musta been a boy scout in a former life.) I can over-prepare to the point of being paralyzed. Then comes the letting go and hoping luck takes a hand in things.
I believe in synchronicity and serendipity. I believe in magnetism as a magical force. You put it out into the world what you desire/deserve and the world will work to get it to you. Magnetize, know your internal compass and the natural forces out there will do their best to see you reach dream harbor.
But I’m nuts.
Yet…if you believe, they will come. The attention, the publishers, the agents… Of course, you have to build that field for them. You have to do the work, show you really want them there. You can cook and mix and bake and Martha Stewart the place settings and clean the house top the bottom and put out those little hand towels in the bathroom just for guests…but you don’t send out the invitations… This party will be a no show.
So, what are the parts to a successful career launch?
1 part voice (magic glitter)
2 parts craft (rum)
1 part preparation (ice)
1 part platform (the right glass makes the best impression)
2 parts sex (pink grapefruit juice) (OK, not really…you don’t have to have sex to get published… ‘course, it might not hurt…but…no. I don’t think so. But it helps ta have sex in the books, somewhere.)
A good straw (more of the sex analogy)
And a mad dash of luck
(If yer writin’ erotica, ya might add the grenadine here, fer more than a blush)
Shaken, not stirred (intention)
At this point, I like at light a candle, pray ta the four directions and toss some fern seeds inta an open fire.
Then I tend ta run.
(Because I have a streak of cowardice running through me, but I’m working on that.)
Ya gots a magical formula ya rely on ta get ya through the rough spots? I feel like I could mix a bucket a hooha every day lately and still be lost, but least I be a happy sort a’ lost. But I been feeling lost lately. And I don’t even watch the show!
One thing I don’t feel lost about is that the biggest magical ingredient is voice. The glitter that makes ya stand out as a writer.
What’s yer recipe fer a successful career launch? Or a drink ta keep ya brave until ya gets there? What does preparation mean ta you? How ‘bouts’ platform? How strong is your voice…does your voice glitter?
(And no, I did not give away the recipe, because exactly what is glitter and the actual getting of it…still my secret. Because I lied.)
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I think you've got it about right, Chance! I think you need to practice, hone your craft, and then hope that you hit the right time and have a little bit of luck.
I'm not sure if my voice glitters or not. I think it glitters more now than it did two years ago. :) I guess that's all a person can ask for. :)
You know, not long ago I wrote a blog on something close to this topic, and never used it. Now I know why.
No imagination. I do admire you so, Chancey.
I finally feel like I'm finding my voice. Hellie says it was always there, but I didn't hear it or see it. Now I'm finding a bit of a groove. Less of that flailing feeling. Which is nice.
I'm all about putting out to the Universe what you want to get back. Spent too many years expecting the worst and getting it. Since I've changed my attitude, I've changed my life.
Cute blog.
Yes, Bo-Bo, your voice was always there, like Sin's voice is always there, like Chancey's voice is always there. I get that it might not have been as loud and apparent to you; and some projects Voice shouts louder than others (like I think Lisa Kleypas' voice shouts louder in Sugar Daddy than it does in her historicals.) But it was always there.
My recipes for success...usually start with a FINISHED manuscript. Being I have so few of those--I guess I'm doing better than some who haven't finished one yet, but I always think I should have about 30 more hanging around--I never get farther along in the recipe.
RECIPE: Hellie's Hail Mary
(Clearly you'd need a wing and a prayer to have a change at being published, right?)
1 FINISHED MANUSCRIPT, written about something you actually cared about and not what you thought you should be writing because it would make you the most money (though if those two are one and the same, more power to you)
1 BAND OF PIRATES, to help critique and edit out all references to Harry Potter--or at least most of them; and remind you what is still good about this story, in case you're really sick of writing on it
4 PARTS COURAGE, to send out query letters
10 PARTS PATIENCE, (this makes a big batch, which is fine because you'll need a lot to drink while you wait) because you're going to be waiting a long, long, long, long time
1 NEW IDEA, to be working on while you're being patient
7 PARTS BELIEF, (I just think 7 is a lucky number and believing in yourself is the key to anything)
PINCH OF LUCK, especially if that luck comes from Captain Jack Sparrow or one of the cabana boys
1 AGENT, because it only takes one to believe in your work
Stir in a big empty cask with plenty of rum, because I find if you're drunk, you just don't care--and it makes the writing somewhat easier.
I'd add ice, but I can't find any in my freezer--I mean, I don't bother to look because the freezer is packed with frozen veggies and uh, ice cream products, and Deer Hunter nearly got a concussion when he went snooping for ice when he was supposed to be getting WATER.
Leave it to Hellie to one up everyone and actually create a recipe. Fine, I'll try to come up with something. *rolls eyes*
I'm loving these recipes. I have never been one of those "wing it" kind of gals when it comes to food or alcohol recipes. LOL So it's not likely I'll be creating any of my own.
Chance, I love that the Glittery Hooha drink has pink grapefruit juice in it. Because now it's a HEALTH drink! All that Vitamin C means nobody's getting scurvy on this ship. LOL
I've always thought Patience was something you needed to have so you could endure Waiting. Now I realize how much time I waste by Waiting (generally HOPING for a particular result that never happens). Patience is a little more mature, because it means you work on other things, focus on the long-term goal, keep plowing ahead.
Actually, they are like Wishing and Willing. One is productive, and one. . .not so much!
And I totally went off on a tangent and forgot the original question.
My recipe for surviving is: "Don't shake the GPS too much if you want to live."
I like this blog. I don't have recipes. I just wing it and since Jupiter is my ruling planet, my luck just tends to fill in the gaps. This is why I don't get lost. I think its because I have a great sense of direction. GPS says its due to me wandering around like I don't give a flying fck and I'm supposed to be there in the first place.
Or baking. Everyone says you have to do baking just exact or it doesn't turn out right. GPS always says that cooking is much easier 'cause you can improvise. I don't think that's the case. I think its all a matter of perspective. Just like life. Just like succeeding and failure. It's all about your outlook on it all.
I dunno how strong my voice is. I actually started writing my blog for next week and touched on that. I think voice has to do with characteristics of the writer and how strong of a personality you bleed onto the page. While you could be a wallflower IRL, your personality might shine through best when you're typing on a page.
Sin - your comment just reminded me of something. Talking to Scuttlebutt last week, she mentioned that IRL, I'm a ballbuster and very straight forward, but that doesn't come through in my blogs. And I have to agree with her.
I'm not really a milktoast, I just play one on the internet. :)
And your voice is one of the strongest and most consistent I've ever read. Have no doubts about that.
Thanks fer barring with me on this one, crew. I wasn't sure where I was going. Or it might a' been all the hoohas I drank while trying ta get the recipe right.
Which actually may say a lot about finding your voice and polishing the glitter. We try a lot of stuff on, searching for what feels or tastes just right...
Marnee, I think we all glitter. Somehow, it's all about seeing that bit of glint and not polishing it away in the quest to be the writer you hear you're supposed to be.
The cookie cutter, formulaic writer.
Not that they be wrong. But if ya got the magic of finding yer glint and hanging onto it through all the learning and editing and doing over and the like... Then it's magic.
Bo'sun! That is so much the trick. If'n ya expect the worst, yer gonna get the worse-st. If ya take a walk and never look up at the sky, yer gonna miss the rainbows.
Don't hit me, Hellie.
I think we all falter on this part. It's hard to remain upbeat and believing day after day.
When me heart went all wonkers, I spent too much time afterward listening to it...waiting fer the fast beat, the wonkiness to come back. Took too long ta tune my attention away from that and look around me, and expect me heart to stay steady so that I wouldn't miss what was going on around me.
Ya gotta look fer magic and believe in it.
Hel - Would like ta borrow some ice from the Kraken? He is careful and keeps the slime offa it.
Though personally, I think the slime adds a bit of a kick ta it...
I forgot the patience in me recipe. And I do think ya needs it, that be fer certain. But the trick be in just enough patience. I can see meself at 88 years old, patiently waiting... Sorry, I'm not that patient!
Here be where the will and the doin' comes inta the patience bit. Like the vultures waiting fer something ta die so they can eat... "Hell with it, I'm gonna kill something!"
Know when to strike! Just enough patience and no more!
Thanks Ter. I appreciate the compliment.
While I don't think you play the milktoast online (no offense, but you're too argumentative to be milktoast, you don't melt into the background with slumped shoulders and a quietly muttered okay.) I don't really great ballbuster from your voice either. How does one get a ballbuster voice? Maybe because you are such a ballbuster IRL your voice tends to take a softer edge for your writing?
So then the question becomes, is our voices a representation of who we are or a representation of our polar opposite?
Donna - I do think Patience and Waiting be cousins. Either can be the active ingredient in a recipe. I think it depends on the wait-ee...long as it don't turn into a wish-ee.
And Patience is a virtue that needs her ass kicked sometimes...
I love pink grapefruit juice and it lends such a sweet blush ta a drink...
Sin - I be with Bo'sun on this. I don't think ya need ta worry about voice. It's there. It glitters darkly.
And winging it is certainly the hallmark of a panster.
Sometimes, finding the right recipe is where all the fun is... I 'member trying to recreate a drink I'd had at a Red Robin. A Darby O'Gill... I knew it were Baileys, Irish Mist and ice. So, I bought a bottle of both and experimented while the DH was out of town.
Took a lot of tries ta get it right! But I slept real good that night... Nothing like experimentin' with two types of liquor and no mixer.
IRL? OH! No coffee yet.
Hey, me online voice is very different than me real voice. I tend ta do a lot a' running away IRL. I be braver on the internet and in me books.
Siin - I think my voice is the me I want to be and how I want to be seen and maybe...who I'll be when I grow up.
That type of experimenting is one of my favorite kinds. *grin*
So then the question becomes, is our voices a representation of who we are or a representation of our polar opposite?
I don't know. I always think my Voice is my idealized self. My Voice is the more confident, wittier version of me. IRL, I'm not nearly this entertaining or likable. Though it is argued that my heroines aren't likable either.
IRL- In Real Life.
Or Ireland.
LOL
Chanceroo, I have to agree with my voice as well. I tend to be a little more kick ass in my voice than I am IRL.
Yeah, but the writer's voice usually has the perfect come-back right when ya need it. Though we don't always choose to use it just then.
I agree...not so much the polar opposite, but it do be the more daring sailing with Caribbean pirates voice. Fer me.
Wow, that was a hella-run-on sentence.
Disagreed, Hells. You're always entertaining and likable and while I was the one to poise the question, everyone knows that voice is a direct representation of yourself regardless if its idealized or not.
Maybe it be our secret self, Sin. The bravest parts of ourselves. Which is why is sparkles and glitters. And gets us in trouble sometimes.
I'm getting much better at experimenting in the kitchen. Partially due to Hellie saying things like "Just throw some shit in there and see what happens!" LOL!
Last night I made steak tips based on a recipe I found on the Pioneer Woman blog. Turned out great. I was very proud of myself.
Now, to Sin's pondering. Huh. Not sure. I'm guessing it has something to do with the medium. Been doing this online thing long enough to know it's VERY easy for your words to be mis-interpreted. That's probably taking hold in my brain so I tip-toe more than I would IRL.
And Hellie is the queen of the witty/sarcastic comeback IRL as well as on paper. Don't let her fool you.
But I know what I just said. That's the fun stuff!
Sigh! Ain't it the truth? Things me misinterpreted and then ya spend days trying to redo... Needs ta be an Internet button for redo. Or maybe for pause, take a step back and shake head into new perspective before blowing up.
Which is probably why I wander so much and seldom state anything directly on-line. Harder ta offend someone when they be wondering what the hell I just said!
Steak tips... hope ya didn't just toss out what wasn't tippy...
Chance, I know what you mean about trying to state things indirectly, and not being able to offend someone if they can't figure out what you're saying! It took me a long time before I would comment online, because I didn't want to say something wrong. Plus I'm kinda freaked out about how long stuff stays on the internet -- LOL -- but I'll leave that fear for another day!
And I think my voice, online and in my books, is the braver, confident, yet slightly neurotic, version of me. It sparkles a little more. :) And I'm willing to let that voice be the star of the show.
Hmmm. Makes me ponder another unponderable concept, Donna... It is all about getting out of the way of our voice when we write?
The egotistical part of any writer will poke into a book now and then, and we as readers usually know it. It's the preacher, the message giver...the one that lacks the ability to be subtle...
Ya gots ta take a step back and let the writer's voice be the star. Not the writer's ego.
When I have gotten inta trouble on the internet, it be because the ego spoke up a bit too loudly and didn't let the writer ease things in.
I'm just now finding the glitter in my voice. Somewhere in my screwed up brain, the doubts mixed with the "what I should sound like" fatal flaw to suffocate my natural voice.
It's all about confidence. The more confidence I have in knowing what I'm doing, the more the voice comes out and I like what I'm doing. Oh, maybe that means it'll come out in my blogs more. LOL!
I totally agree that "what I SHOULD sound like" gets in the way of our real voice. It requires some trust, and confidence, and balls-out bravery sometimes to let go and let it do what it wants/needs!
So yeah, getting out of the way of the voice that wants to come out -- I can do that now. But it took a while. I was always trying to bend it a certain direction. Poor thing. LOL It's a wonder I didn't give it laryngitis!
Bo'sun, your problem is that you think other writers know what they're doing and they're doing it better than you--because of whatever random reason you think. They're published a lot or you like them a lot or whatever. But they're just as neurotic and insecure as you are. It's the whole "The President of the United States puts his pants on one leg at a time" thing.
You just have to remember: Susan E. Phillips puts her pants on one leg at a time just like me.
I think we all wait for that great big neon sign to light up above our heads and shout at us YUP, THAT'S IT! THAT'S YOUR VOICE!!!
*snicker
If only it were that easy.
I think the key is to write what isn't forced and that is the natural bent your voice will take. My writing voice is different than my blog voice. But certain elements still make it mine.
And I avoid all those panels that talk about finding your voice. I mean, it's your voice...it isn't out wandering in a forest somewhere looking for you. You just have to trust the inner storyteller to rise to the surface.
And on that note. I'm off to walk the Bonnie girl, who is laying on the couch shooting soulful looks at me and yawning with that slight whine in her yawn to let me know she's suffering something awful here.
Right.
Don't use up all the glitter. That last pixie-in-a-jar stunt might not work again. She probably remembered enough to warn the other pixies...
I hope they keep in mind I got a Kraken on me side if they decide to come after me.
Wonder if Chance takes the Kraken for a walk too. And is it on a leash? It's probably covered with glitter. . .
Oops. Thought I was alone in here with my thoughts. :)
Thankfully, there's no leash law for Kraken, so he's free to roam. But she's fed him so many critics and all around nasty stuff, he barely leaves her side.
Now that he's sort of starring in her new story, we'll never shake him.
Okay, I need to come up with a recipe here. Lets see...Hmmmmmmmmmmmm
Well, one a nice things 'bout living next ta a Marine Sanctuary...it ain't so unusual ta see interesting things in the water...
So, when I walk Bonnarro along the seacliff and we admire the water out in the bay. A tentacle now and then waving at us ain't seen as too strange...
I'm not sure when the Kraken sorta took over me muse's role... I think he may a' ate the pirate. But being a pirate, the pirate keeps showing up again. Much like the critics...
The parts to a successful career launch: The “I’s” have it!
1 part Insanity – the spark that sets things in motion.
3 parts Imagination – gotta think outside-the-box!
6 parts Inspiration - Eureka!
1 part Insecurity – wouldn’t want it to be too easy.
4 parts Intensity – a manly trait to butch things up.
2 parts Indignation – rejection my ass!
And last but not least…
A hefty dose of Impudence – the more the better.
Garnish with a swizzle stick and you’re good to go.
Ooooh, I like that a lot! (Although I think my bartender switches the Insecurity with the Inspiration parts, on occasion! LOL)
I think this should be served by the kegful.
I'll add it ta the bar menu! The I's Have It!
So, the insanity be the glitter, because the stuff is insanely difficult ta get.
The Imgination be the ice, because as the planet warms up it may take imagination ta see the glaciers.
Inspiration? Must be the rum.
Insecurity? The size of the straw.
Intensity? Must use the uber sooper dooper sized blender. (That's a guy thing also.)
Indignation...hmmmm. The twinkie without the chocolate chips stuffed inside. The unstuffed twinkie. (God, that sounds dirty.)
Impudence...Gotta be the glass...
;)
The rum makes ya insecure? Wrong sorta rum, there Donnaroo!
LOL -- no, not the rum. I just meant that sometimes there's more "parts" Insecurity in my batch.
Although, I have to confess. . .I didn't drink rum for a long time, because the first time I was "overserved" was on rum and coke. LOL And I didn't feel so good afterwards. But thank God for white rum (Mojitos!) -- that I can handle!
Ah, well...for a woman holding close to some great news you're not allowed to be insecure right now!
Mmmmm. Mojitos... I need one of those. Maybe I'll go have lunch at Applebees and treat myself to a mojita...
I'm not a big fan a beer fer the same reason. First bad, really bad, drunk was on beer. Funny, been snockered since on wine or champagne and been fine ta tip back a glass of the same. But beer? Smell it on the DH's breath and sort a' want to back away...
LOL -- I'm not big on beer either -- not because of getting drunk on it. I can't drink ENOUGH of it to get drunk, because of the carbonation! LOL
The insecurity comes and goes -- LOL -- part of being a writer. But I've managed to boot it out the door for the moment. :)
The I's Have It...I think I love it as much as the A'Moral Compass. (What was in an A'Moral Compass again?)
Why...everything a'moral! Course!
That narrows it down...
LOL -- yes it does narrow it down. Uh, who's deciding what's a'moral though? LOL
I'm the bartender, I gets ta decide! And I'm from California, so lots of what some might think of as a'moral ain't in my recipe.
Which I'll figure out and post later!
So this is what a pirate alchemist gets up to when I'm not looking!
You'll never get me to touch that brew, even if it comes with cherries on sticks. *grin*
I advise a large dose of Alka Seltzer before it takes a hold.
I can however reveal a sure way to achieve writing success.
It doesn't involve metaphysical dabbling or alchemical shenanigans.
You simply have to write lots of books and marry a publisher's son/daughter.
Its a simple application of logic.
Glancing back over the weeks ramblings I see that Donna now has her pirate water wings.
Many congrats Donna.
A stunningly erudite debut if I may say so! Straight in at the deep end. *grin*
Nice amusing blog Chance, a suitably fizzy end to the week. *smile*
Fizzy!? I do a dead dog deliberate discussion and you say it's fizzy!?
Yeah, I been feeling fizzy, so that about works! Glad to see you stop by Q. We been missing you! ;)
Since I’ve changed my attitude, I’ve changed my life.
Terri, I am so very happy for you.
Sorry that I'm so late to your party, Chance.
Had kid stuff and mom to take care of. Sprained ankles , the dog ate my rIn fact eading glasses and what-not.
Loved the Blog. I think that this is my favorite 2n Chance blog.
Ah, Julie! Thank ye! So, what are rIn fact eading glasses? ;)
OK, Julie...back away from the caffiene...
Give that woman a drink!
You sure? She may have already had too much!
Thanks, Q! I love the "stunningly erudite debut" -- I may have to use it as a blurb somewhere! LOL
Hope Julie didn't fall overboard!
Common! I'm Just tired! And the dog ate my glasses!
She was upset because I wassssss-uhhhh--omph!
*slash*
Dogs. Bonnie tried to eat mine once. But I was able to bend them back into shape and snap the lense back into place. You can tell if you get close enough...
I'm seeing the eye doctor on Tuesday, for new glasses.
Julie?
Kraker! Don't eat her, she ain't a critic...
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