My pastor captured a screen shot last night of our brush with fame. We meet at a certain coffee shop on Mondays and Thursdays and we write together, while wearing headphones. When someone needs a break, you pull out your headphones and look wistfully at your friends to see if they'll give up their writing time to appease your needy self. Sometimes, we set goals: 500 words and then we'll talk! There are about ten of us and someone always shows up, so you're never alone.
My pastor, and fellow writer, took this shot and noted that there was not a finger on a keyboard. Well, YOU try and concentrate when there's a camera in your face, and you're wearing your daughter's pink sequin hairband.
Today I got all the "rules" for proper radio etiquette for my book interviews. Which right there, makes me want to giggle, and so it goes...Karen Kingsbury, I'm not.
Oh hey girls, thanks for the Psych recommendation. I have tried to watch it, but the dialogue moves so fast, and my daughter never shuts up (can't imagine where she gets that) so I tend to avoid shows that I have to "hear" -- Glee being the exception. That's what I love Ghosthunters. I can knit, and never have to look up until they say, "Wait! What was that?" Tomorrow the Atlanta Housewives are on Ghosthunters. Boo. As in that's bad, not scary. Bring back Meatloaf.
I need a vacation. I seem to need a lot of vacations in this house. Hmmm.