Category: Misc

Shh … be very quiet

It’s 7:20 a.m. and everyone is still asleep. Well, except me. Clearly. I’m awake and live blogging Christmas. I’ve had my coffee, I’ve worked out (yes, I know. I’m crazy like that), and now I’m partaking in a fine, fine vintage of Gatorade.

The kids were ping-ponging off the walls yesterday, Kyra especially. So, you’d think they’d be awake and at their stockings already this morning. Nope. A few days a year it’s nice that neither of my kids is a morning person. I’m hoping to get my shower in before they wake up.

The dog is snoozing and the cat is watching the cursor and the letters appear on the screen as I type. It’s kind of like having someone read over your shoulder. There. She just went for the word “shoulder.” But she didn’t catch it.

So for now the house is quiet and I’m going to enjoy the Christmas tree lights while it’s still dark out and listen to the gurgle of the coffee maker.

More let it snow!

But not the cozy, reading the anthology by John Green Maureen Johnson, and Lauren Myracle. No, this let it snow:

andrewsnowy

It got a little wild out there yesterday. Speaking of which:

snowandleaves

Those are oak leaves. I’m not exactly sure where they came from. It wasn’t just the kids kicking up some random leaf pile from the woods at the side of our yard. (This is where we put our leaves. I don’t know what other people do with their leaves.)  Anyway, while I was driving around yesterday (because I’m crazy like that), I ran into other random oak leaf explosions. It was weird.

A few moments later, they were both tapping at the back deck door, all big eyes behind all that snow.

“We heard a dog bark,” Andrew said.

Yeah. That’s scary. But I guess with all the wind and leaves, it was a little freaky. So they came in and played with PlayDoh and Kyra invented a country called Unicorn Sisters, where only girls live.

It’s been a week

One filled with snowy slow commutes, arriving home at eight at night (or later), eating dinner at eight at night or later. Swim meets, bizarre trips to Jo-Ann fabrics to obtain last minute supplies for Family and Consumer Science class (yes, this is what they call Home Ec. these days).

And so on. Our week can best be summed up by Miss B:

On fighting with her brother:

Andrew knows I have a tender heart. That’s why I had to bite him.

On her ability to see in the dark:

I’m a good looker. I can see in black pitch.

Is it winter break yet?

Now all I have to do is write the book

So, I was cruising around Amazon the other day, looking for YA books and other things to add to my wish list when I came across Jessica’s Guide to Dating on the Dark Side.

I have to tell you, I was totally excited. I thought, hey maybe we should contact the author about doing a little cross-promotion. Now, you’re probably wondering why I’d think that about a vampire book. Well, at first glance, I didn’t see a vampire book. I saw this:

Jessica’s Guide to Dating on the Dork Side

Sad, but true. Although I still think that would fit into the Geek Girl milieu. (Bet you didn’t know there was a Geek Girl milieu; I didn’t either until I wrote that sentence.)

So. No cross-promo op there. (Still, it sounds like a fun book and the cover is gorgeous.)

That being said, I’m mulling over Dating of the Dork Side as an idea. So, I totally have dibs on it.

But it got me thinking about funny (and long) titles for books that may or may not exist (yet). The other title I came up with was:

I Suck: Memoir of a Teenage Vampire (or How I Took a Bite out of the Varsity Football Team, Bled the Student Council Dry, and Got the Girl)

I have dibs on this on this as well. I’m totally writing it someday. After I finish that Millionaire Boss’s Amnesic Virgin’s Secret Baby book I’m planning to write.

Anyone else have a title? Extra points if you can include, in no particular order: zombies, secret babies, vampires, secret vampire babies, memory loss, memory loss involving werewolves, zombie cheerleaders, vampiric millionaire bosses.

Cold

Not really the weather, since it’s a balmy 31 degrees according to my weather widget–and sunny. But me, and Miss B. We. Have. Colds. Or coughs. (Or cough-es, as she used to say, because that’s more than one cough.)

I’m wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, plus I have my old school, velour-lined hoodie on the back of my writing chair–just in case.

However, the house is filled with restorative things:

  • The Republic of Tea’s Kiwi Pear Green Tea–with honey.
  • Pecan pie (recipe here–so good).
  • Pumpkin pie (you wouldn’t want to neglect a pie–it might hurt its feelings)
  • Being on page 321 of 343 of the edit for The Fine Art of Holding Your Breath
  • Having a good excuse to hibernate and finish it.