Must pass along this hilarious music video geekdom on fonts. (I love Gill Sans!)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHCu28bfxSI
Ever fantasize about a fantastic writing office / reading area / home office? Me too. I’m blogging about what would make the perfect space at NobodyWritesItBetter.com today, so come visit. :-)
Just found out that KISMET’S KISS is a finalist in the 2009 Spacecoast RWA “Launching a Star” contest. Winners to be announced in mid-December. Let’s see, that’s eight finals for KISS and three wins (so far). Go KISS!
I just found out that my manuscript KISMET’S KISS–an otherworld fantasy retelling of The King and I, but with an actual happy ending for all, mwa ha ha!–won the Paranormal category of the New Jersey Romance Writers‘ Put Your Heart in a Book contest. The final judges were Penguin editor Jhanteigh Kupihea, agent Roberta Brown, and multi-pubbed author Judi McCoy. W00t!
My thanks to Gwynlyn, one of my sister Golden Heart 2009 finalists, for passing along the lovely news. :)
That’s how I felt as soon as I bought my Kindle last year. I love that ebook sales are exploding and that ereaders are the next big thing. And let me tell you, I was never an ebook fan–until I had my Kindle and “got” the experience.
I don’t buy paper novels anymore, unless I have zero choice and I *must* get the book–which is exceedingly rare. 99.9% of the time, I’ll buy some other book that’s available for the Kindle. (Hear that, publishers? Once a book’s available in print, don’t make me wait for the ebook, ’cause I’ll just go somewhere else!)
The only kind of books I still buy in paper are nonfiction writing books. Since those are reference guides and I tend to use many at a time when I’m wrestling with a story problem, I like to have a bunch out in front of me at once so I can quickly flip between sections of each book. But no doubt that will be solved by e-technology someday, too. It’s going to be an electronic world.
Bring it on!
No, not our new home. Still too many unpacked boxes. (g) But I’m blogging today at NobodyWritesItBetter.com, the website of the 2007 RWA Golden Heart® finalists. It’s my first post there, and in it I give thanks for “The Biggest A-ha” I had while at this year’s RWA writing conference. It’s probably not what you think. :-) Hope you’ll stop by.
So, Hubby and I sold our house (quite a feat in this crappy market), packed all our stuff in a 26-foot U-Haul truck and moved out at closing, chewed our nails for a week while we waited on several pending job offers for Hubby, received a great offer and drove selves/U-Haul/stressed-out cats 500 miles, found a great apartment, got the utilities turned on (mostly–the gas for the stove, clothes dryer and hot water goes on tomorrow, YAY for showers) and are now in a space almost as big as our house for less than half the monthly payout. And I still have mountains out my window.
Am v. happy. Except for all these damn boxes of stuff around here. Where’s my Unpacking Fairy?
More from moi when I resurface above the cardboard sea.
Has nothing to do with writing. Well, it does, actually, but only in the comedic sense.
And if you’re a Child of the 80s as I am, this is a must-see!
Birdie nest in the wind chime
Several years back, my mother gave us a lovely wind chime in the shape of a kitty. She hung it by our front door, which is actually sheltered from almost all the wind (little did she know), but since we liked seeing it there we kept it where it was.
A couple of weeks ago, we were astonished to see a nest in our wind chime. A bird and her mate clearly agreed the wind chime was lovely–out of reach of the local live feline population and sheltered from bitter winds. We soon spotted a finch (whom we took to calling Birdie Mama) mothering some eggs. We loved looking out and seeing her warming the nest, and we even started coming and going out the garage door so we wouldn’t disturb her.
But something must have happened overnight. Early this morning, when my husband went to check on her as usual, she wasn’t on the nest. Thinking she must have gone off to get some food–even though her mate had been helping to feed her–we checked again a little while later. Still no Birdie Mama. Not a good sign, since it gets very cold overnight here in the high desert. And though we’ve been peering through the blinds all day, Birdie Mama has disappeared. In her abandoned nest are three or four tiny speckled eggs the size of your thumbnail. No doubt the unhatched and unwarmed chicks have died.
We’ve been mourning all day. :-(
Wow. ::Cate pumps the iTunes up to 11::
::bops around the website, blows on a curly unfolding party kazoo thingy::
Maybe it’s just me, but I think this place looks damn good. Wahoo!