NEW RELEASES
Stuff that Happened
***As you may remember from a past post, there is an awesome agent that is interested in seeing my completed novel. There is only one problem – I don’t have a completed novel. The Sisters and I tore it all apart and I have been in the process of rebuilding it. I even stopped working on it because stuff was happening with the novellas I wrote. As we all know, that is just the call the universe is waiting for to prompt activity on a project you’re no longer working on. So my new job is progressing agonizingly slowly. I have no computer and that means I can do absolutely nothing. I’ve been there for three weeks on Tuesday. BUT that means that I have lots of time to write. BUT that also means that I’m writing with a pencil. UGH. I’ve done well over 3,000 words with that darn pencil.
The reason I brought this up is, once again, to praise Google. I wanted to use the word “decibels” in my story but then I worried that word didn’t exist in 1810 London. So I looked it up on my phone. Turns out no – sometime in the 1920’s they started measuring sound. Writing historicals is such a pain in the ass.
***My Honey took me to a movie. I got to see Prince of Persia. It was a good action movie – lots of great sequences, the CGI is great. I really enjoyed it – but, as you know, I love those kinds of movies. I also love this:
Ava does not think Jake is attractive. I think Ava’s on drugs, or she fears that her husband will read this. I don’t know, but the evidence proves that she is mistaken.
***The Bandit had a soccer game. It wasn’t at the usual park we go to. This particular soccer game was held on the sun. Seriously. It was a 10:00 game and we forgot to bring our shade. You have to tote your own shade out here in the desert. Of course, I got sunburned. That happens with us vampires. NO ONE ELSE is even pink. I’m a lobster.
Also, My Honey wants to know what the other teams are paying for the Brazilian midgets they are importing over for their teams. I have been flabbergasted by some of the other kids in this league. They are all playing in the 5-6 year old bracket, but something is amiss. Either we start utilizing the stupid law our brilliant governor enacted and check for IDs or we start DNA testing for Pele or Beckam genes. Speaking of Beckam 
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.I love Beckam.
*** The Bandit has this really annoying habit of locking himself in the pantry and making weird concoctions out of food in there and leaving huge messes on the floor. One of his favorite things is messing with the decorating stuff: the icings, food coloring and sprinkles. I am forever finding cupcake cups filled with sprinkles and frosting all over the pantry floor. This morning he discovered the food dye. The boy is now a smurf. Remember them?
His hands and arms as well as parts of his face and both knees are blue. Not light blue but BLUE. Very charming, indeed.
He also got it all over my breakfast cereal. Cereal costs a lot. I’m going to have to close my eyes, but I’ll be eating blue cereal in the morning.
Amylynn, my Best Friend Artist has written a wonderful book about Vincent Van Gogh. I read it a couple of days ago and was enthralled. She is an excellent writer and art historian, and I am anxious to see her book published. We artists generally do not plan ahead, so she does not have an agent. What I want to know is this: how does one go about finding an agent? Are there agents who specialize in certain types of books? Where do we find these people? and lastly, do I sound stupid for asking these questions?
Thanks in advance for any help you can give.
Judie McEwen
Judie_McEwen@msn.com