Not a lot of time today but I wanted to share a couple of things.
Thanks to all of you that came by for the First Loves Blogfest on Monday. It was fun. I still have some on the list to check out and I'm looking forward to seeing what they posted.
I noticed one blog named a movie that I can't believe I didn't even consider.
Hello? Duh! Earth to Heather!
I'm so ashamed. :(
I still love The Last of the Mohicans but certainly Star Wars has had much more of an impact on my entire life.
I can only call it a complete brain-fart and move on.
I didn't get the deets on the Random Acts of Kindness Blitz but I've been seeing posts and Tweets everywhere for it.
I basically think its to thank people that may have helped or influenced you in writing.
So, I would like to thank my two 'editors' that help me without complaint or monetary compensation with my books.
Suz and K. aka Anonymous. :)
So, a giant THANKS to you guys.
And ... I promise I will have Maguire's Corner completed soon for you to edit.
Lastly...I failed my big movie moment.
You know how you say you never know how you're going to react to a situation until you're in it?
Well, I had my potential scary movie moment the other morning and ... HUGE FAIL!
I swing open my front door and on my porch, next to StWG, is a glass canning jar. It contains a purplish liquid and whitish objects are suspended in said liquid. There is a note attached to the lid.
What do I do? Do I call my husband to come join me with a weapon? Do I put on my latex gloves? Do I get the camera to photograph the evidence? Do I check the porch for possible assailants? Do I flash the Bat signal?
I step out on the porch and pick up the jar.
Okay. So, the jar contained eggs that are pickled in beet juice that a friend made and dropped off for my husband.
Not the point.
It could have been anything. It could have been the prop to lure me out on the porch to my doom!
It could have been covered in forensic evidence that I just tampered with.
And ... there was a real moment when I thought the whitish objects floating in purple suspension were going to slowly spin to reveal they were human eyeballs.
Luckily, that didn't happen or I might still be scrubbing beet juice from my porch.
Guess I would be the one in the film that you're all throwing popcorn at and saying, "She deserved to get slaughtered! She didn't even look to see if the psycho-killer was on the porch!"
So, how are things with you? Want to thank anyone? Randomly? Change your mind about your Firsts after reading another list?
Find anything on your porch?