Breaking Blog Rule #1 (or was it #3?)
According to the rules of 'being a good Blogger', you're not supposed to post if you don't have something interesting or helpful to say. But then that would mean two days since my last post and since I usually blog daily I worried that you'd think what gives? Or that--shudder--you'd give up on me, never to return! So here I am. But without anything interesting to say. Bad blogger.
Yesterday I worked a full day at the library then I came home and spent all evening toiling over revisions on ALL ABOUT EVIE.
I could post about how we rearranged an entire section of the library to make more room for the growing collection of audio books. How incredibly popular audio books are in my area and how I mused on a future where people only 'listened' to books. Nah. I mean, that'll never happen. Right?
I could talk about the challenges of reworking two essential devices in a story. Nope. My time would be better spent 'just doing it.'
Or I could talk about today's post over at Romancing the Blog. A post about why one reader finds women over 40 unappealing as romantic heorines. Oh, yeah. That revved my engine. But it got me on my ageism soap box and I'm not going there today. It's a beautiful Sunday morning. Cool breeze. Sunny skies. I have all day to attack those challenging revisions and I'm in a pretty chipper mood. I'm steering clear of thoughts or places that drag me down or work me up.
Hmm. I could talk about my morning ritual which starts with canine alarm clock--CHEYENNE--licking my face at 7:30 am alerting me that she needs to go outside, followed by BILLIE nudging my hand and whining, "Me, too!" And then SADIE (the cat)standing on my chest and licking my nose with her sandpaper tongue, urging me to "Get up!" because she's starving. And how I always wind up in the backyard at 7:45am in my PJs and Steve's sneakers (don't ask) cleaning up dog poop.
Naw. Like I said, nothing interesting to say. Bad Blogger. *g*