Monthly Archives: April 2012

Open Mouth, Insert Foot

Today, on the eighth day of Enza’s blog tour, we’ll be stopping off at Hanging Off The Wire.  I hope you can stop by and say hi.

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We’ve all had those moments.  Times when, even before the words have left our mouths, we wish we could call them back.  Or that we could have pinched our lips together quickly enough to keep the entire stupid sentence from escaping.  It happens to me on a fairly regular basis.

Someone catches the corner of the doorway with their little toe as they’re walking past…  How many of us have actually stood there, wincing as we observe, “Ooh, I’ll bet that hurt, didn’t it?”  The poor person staggering around, moaning and groaning…probably turning the air blue with profanity, is obviously in pain.  Yet our brains send the words shooting out of our mouths like they were bullets zooming out of the barrel of a gun.

But it’s not just things like this example that have caught me.  It’s never limited to questions only.  Nope.  I can take it a step further…by offering opinions that would be best kept to myself.  Shopping with a friend, spotting a super ugly dress…and actually saying, “Whoa!  That is so hideous I wouldn’t be caught dead in it!”  An ‘if looks could kill’ expression will quickly clue you into the fact that the friend owns whatever item it is you just insulted.

Hard lessons learned there.  Anyone wants an opinion on anything these days and the first words out of my mouth will be, “Hmm.  What do you think?”  Or, “It’s not really something that would look good on me, but I can see where it would be perfect for someone else.”

Someone gave me an old book called ‘Color Me Beautiful,’ and it’s saved me from a whole lot of grief.  For instance, now I know why I look so bad in browns, yellows and oranges.  I have pink undertones (read the book for a more thorough explanation).  Now I can honestly say, when someone shows me a brown and yellow tie-dyed tee shirt, “Those aren’t my colors,” instead of, “Eww.  That’s just about the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen!”  (By the way…pink is one of my colors…yay!)

I know, I know.  There are some who would say I should be completely honest.  Well I won’t do it anymore.  I won’t ever lie, but just because I think something is dumb, unappealing, or stupid doesn’t mean that everyone else on the planet has to think the same way I do.

All of this to tell you something my son said a couple of nights ago…

He doesn’t like it when we have septic tank issues (like I do?), so he tries to come up with ways for me to solve the problem as quickly and painlessly as possible.  Sorry, son, this is going to require an electrician…and  even if a ‘normal’ person could take care of the repair, Mom isn’t touching anything in a septic tank!

While he’s rattling off several ideas and opinions, I’m trying to catch him in a pause long enough to ask my daughter a quick question.  But there was no pause, long, short or anything in between.  By the time he finally wound down, he’d distracted me enough so that I said, “Darn it!  Now I forgot what I wanted to ask your sister.”

He looked at me for a second, then turned around and headed back to his room.  A minute later he came zipping back past the doorway, whipped his sister’s door open and asked…

“Do you remember what Mom wanted to ask you?”

I couldn’t help it.  I burst out laughing.  So did she.  I’m sure it was one of those moments when he wished he could have pinched his lips together in a hurry.  I really do love my son!

Sometimes saying the wrong thing can be really funny.  Pay close attention at 25 seconds in.

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Enza Continues Touring On Day 7

Reviews By Molly is the next stop on Enza’s blog tour.   Please stop by and see what Molly has to say.

 

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Day 6 Enza Blog Tour Revision

I should know better than to try to post anything on my blog when I haven’t had enough sleep.  I looked at the schedule wrong…and didn’t see that there were two stops today.

Elizabeth…I sincerely apologize…and encourage everyone to swing by Silver’s Reviews to read the lovely review she wrote about Enza.

If I were a bulldog named Harvey, this would have been me last night…

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Day 6 On The Enza Blog Tour Brings Us To….

…Kathleen over at CELTICLADY’S REVIEWS.

When I stopped over to make sure I had the link right, I found the review already up.  Thanks so much, Kathleen, for the lovely review!  🙂

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This Has Been An Exciting Week!

Day 5 on the blog tour…  Stop by and see what Paula has to say about Enza at The Phantom Paragrapher.

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Eight more days left and so far I couldn’t be more pleased.  There have been moments when I’ve felt like I was sweating bullets waiting to see what the reviewers would have to say, but the responses have been terrific.

Even if they had turned out to be dismal, though, it wouldn’t have mattered.  Well it kind of would…but not as much as you might think.

Writing Enza was a labor of love for me.  Dumb as it may sound, I’m not even sure I had a choice in writing it.  It almost feels like it chose me.  Yeah, that’s weird.  It’s also true because I’ve never had another story grab me like this one did.  And it wouldn’t let go.

Kind of like Rose tells Jack in Titanic…

In looking through videos, I found this alternate ending.

I hadn’t known another ending had been filmed.  And this is one I think most of us would have preferred.  But I guess the writers decided that, realistically, a guy who had been in water that cold…for that long…probably wouldn’t have survived.  The final scenes wouldn’t have had as much impact either.

That was actually a conundrum I faced while writing the final chapters of Enza.  Did I want to continue the story as realistically as possible?  Or did I want to bring it to an end readers would enjoy more?

Marcy Kennedy addressed this exact thing in her blog on Wednesday, when she reviewed Jeff Goins soon-to-be- released book; You Are a Writer (So Start Acting Like One).  In a nutshell, we need to be true to ourselves and write the stories we want to write.  We can’t write to please other people because then we’re conforming.  We’re not letting our voices be heard.  Instead we’re trying to be an imitation of ourselves…and originals are always better.

And that’s exactly what I did.  What I always do with my books.  It’s definitely the right choice for me.

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Day 4 On The Enza Blog Tour

Please stop by Seeking with all Yur Heart and Cocktails and Books Since I’m posting this about 1:30 a.m., I can hardly wait to stop by, too, after I get a little sleep.  🙂

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I Hate Mice

(Third stop on the blog tour is…actually two stops.  Debra Kristi and It’s All About Me)

Okay, back to the rodents…

Unless they’re my cute little ceramic Christmas decorations, or the kind that makes it possible for me to use my computer, I have no use for mice.  Well, I admit that Jerry’s little cousin, Tuffy Mouse, is adorable.  But that’s it.  That is it.

He’s cuter when he doesn’t talk…

Why do I hate mice?  I don’t know.  They just scare the heck out of me and if I never see one again it will be too soon.

We lived in a mouse-free apartment in town.  Until a major snowstorm hit.  I’m not sure why but after that there were always a few around.  Pretty sad when you make your kids stomp into the kitchen before you’ll walk into it (because I could hear them in the drawer under the oven).

That was also where I had one dart between my feet while standing in the kitchen (I discovered I really can dance that day).  Even worse, I felt one run across my foot while sitting at my desk one night.  That was an experience I’ll never forget.  People a few houses down the street probably remember it, too.  I never sat at my desk again without a pair of shoes on…this from a gal who used to love going barefoot.

After that I wound up getting a cat (even though it was forbidden in the lease…a lease that didn’t forbid mice, of course).  But Sam wasn’t the best mouse-catcher around, so enter Sophie.

Sophie is a stupid cat.  I love her, but she’s not very bright.  She would corner a mouse, bat it around the room a bit.  Swat it under the table…then run around to the other side of the table…and wonder where the little rodent disappeared to (I only know this through my daughter…I would be  too busy hiding in my bedroom).  Two cats who couldn’t rid my home of mice?  Seriously?

So, based on what other people told me, I was pretty nervous when making the move to the country.  There was no evidence of mice during the inspection…and I wanted to keep it that way.  Which is probably why I let my daughter con me into keeping three stray kittens that year.  Yes, we added Oreo, Lil Dude and Jasper to the household.  Yes, I spend a small fortune on cat food, litter, catnip, toys and pet meds, but it’s worth.  The house has remained mouse-free.

Until Sunday.

Jasper is a little escape artist.  If we don’t shut him in the bathroom when it’s time to take the dogs out, that little sucker will zoom out the front door…and sometimes it’s really hard to track him down.

He got out on Sunday.  But for a change, he zoomed back into the house almost immediately.

Because he wanted to play with the MOUSE he brought in with him.

After panic ensued…my daughter screaming and me knocking things down in my office in my haste to get as far off the floor as possible…the mouse is dead and safely out of the house.

Jasper is grounded.  Permanently.

I would be like the guy who jumped on the counter…only I’d be screaming.

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