Chaps and Snaps
I'm So Sure has officially released. I'm giving away a copy (or two…) this week. You have until Friday night when the black crow flies over the cornfield to enter the drawing. See the details HERE.
If you watch Ellen, you know that every October she scares her guests in honor of Halloween. I loved it when Taylor Swift dropped by to visit. And when I say dropped…I mean that literally.
Okay, so Dr. Horrible's Singalong Blog fans, have you seen Horrible Turn?
Is this a prequel? Is this Whedon or a copycat? I'm guessing it's Whedon but WHERE is Nathan Fillion and Doogie? You can't have a Dr. Horrible movie without the Doog.
I joke about smoking a lot. And I don't smoke. Unless someone lights me on fire, I won't ever be smoking. But it's inventions like this that make me give it a second thought…
Are you kidding me? It's acceptable in restaurants? At work? I can just see this craze taking over the world. I'll be teaching and look out at a sea of 30 kids puffing away on their smoking simulators.
Did you know November is National Write a Novel Month? We writers do not believe in letting the pilgrims hog the calendar. For the first time ever I joined NaNoWriMo. You register online and then log in your word count every day. Basically the goal is to write 50,000 words in one month. At least I think that is the goal. In true “me” fashion, I haven't actually read the instructions. So that might not be completely accurate. I found out some other long-held beliefs about NaNoWriMo weren't true. Like it's not true that the losers are auctioned off as Russian mail order brides. And the winners don't get to carry the Olympic torch.
But I'm pretty sure the 50k business is correct. And that's a LOT of words for one month. For me that's about 200 pages. And who has a contest to write an entire novel in the same month as that very special holiday in which people gather together and give thanks? And by that, I mean Black Friday. And then there's that Thanksgiving thing too. Anyway, the cool thing about NaNoWriMo is that you can track your progress with a little gauge and also see your friends' progress. And seeing other writers' accumulating pages is what is keeping me going. It really is a motivator. My big goal for this competition is: Don't Come In Last. Lofty goal, I know. I like to dream big though. It's just who I am. So join me in NaNo! I've already arm twisted, threatened, and blackmailed gently persuaded a bunch of people to join. And teens, there's a competition just for you! So recruit some friends and get to writing.
Okay, enough pro-active talk about getting things done. Let's talk about something I'm more familiar with–half-baked ideas! I'm currently writing a romantic comedy and…I have no idea where it's going. Which can be nauseating, sleep depriving, and make one consider drugs and other varieties of illegal matter fun! But usually when I'm stuck with one book, ideas for the next will start to unfold in my head. (Because heaven forbid ideas for the book I'm WRITING unfold in my head.) One of the ideas I'm kicking around involves some research. I mean, I don't think there's any way I could accurately write it without seeing the setting first hand. Two words: Dude. Ranch. Now, if you're like me, you will be saddened to know that a dude ranch is not a farm of hot men. Think City Slickers. And if you're age 20 or below then YouTube it. So I proposed to my travel buddies a summer jaunt to a working dude ranch.
I just threw the idea out today, but my friend and I are already getting the ball rolling. It's funny how a simple vacation idea can deteriorate so quickly. Here is a piece of our phone conversation from only hours ago. Names changed to protect the innocent and slightly deranged:
Chiquita: I don't own a pair of boots. Do you have crappy jeans?
Mabel: No. No crappy jeans. Just wear your Citizen and Joe Jeans. How bad can it be?
Chiquita: We're gonna have to get us some snap shirts.
Chiquita: Do we have to have cowboy boots?
Mabel: I dunno. Maybe they'd let us wear Asics.
Chiquita: Then we'd be outcasts.
Mabel: We'd be dude ranch rejects.
Mabel: I'm not roping doggies. (searching internet site of ranch…) Oh, look at those pictures. Everyone is wearing a hat. And bandannas. I'm not wearing bandannas. I'm not roping doggies and I'm not wearing a bandanna.
Chiquita: What? Why?
Mabel: Because. They're…ugly.
Chiquita: What's wrong with bandannas?
Mabel: What's RIGHT about bandannas?
And then a later email...
Chiquita: Don't forget chaps.
Mabel: Already have buttless ones.
Chiquita: Figures.
I'll keep you posted. This should get REAL interesting. . .
Much obliged you stopped by.
JEN
