Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Situation Normal: No Idea... As Well as Godzilla Cat...

I have no idea:

If any of my queries have reached their destinations...

If agents are interested or uninterested, or haven't even read my queries yet do to the pressures of, well, being an agent...

If it's going to snow tonight (I hope not)...

Whether or not the YA I have out on query will be 'the one' or if I'm blowing it out my nose - even though I really believe in it...

If the WIP I just started will be as good as I think it can be...

If I'll sleep at all once I'm back home from housesitting. I have a genuine refrigerator box that keeps me from falling through the hole in my own mattress while the mattress where I'm housesitting is AWESOME...

Whether or not my horses are behaving themselves for my ma... she says they are when I call, even if she's standing on the other end of the phone dripping paddock muck and wearing one boot, the other having been sacrificed to the aforementioned paddock muck...

Whether or not my cat loves me and misses me as much as I like to think he does... he cries for me, but he'll sleep on anyone bold enough to brave that hole in my mattress to spend the night with him...

If I'm ever going to be published...

What I DO know is that:

My family and friends love me...

Dirt is waaay fun to play in... mud is even better...

Zombies are kind of sexy...

I'm going to write tonight like my fingers will be gone tomorrow...


And now, just because I find it absolutely, ridiculously impossible not to smile when I look at him, I think I'll introduce you to Godzilla Cat, aka, Griffon. He belongs to my dad. He doesn't have any 'glandular' problems or diabetes. He doesn't eat more than any other cat we own, and he doesn't pig out on 'people' food. He could sit in the palm of your hand when he chose my dad at the SPCA years ago. He grew up like a normal cat, into a normal cat. And then, without warning... GODZILLA CAT! The vets have no help to offer. I put him on a diet once (I am sooooo mean about that) but really he only lost about three pounds, and because he has brothers and sisters, everyone had to change their food and eating habits. Two urinary tract infections later, my diet was in the can, Griffon's three pounds were back, and everyone was healthier. In case you wonder, he was named Griffon after a family ancestor, Griffon Mann, who was a sharpshooter for the Confederacy during the Civil War. Dad was very proud of his 'cat in grey' and because he's a Civil War buff, he decided to pay homage to our history. Somehow I don't think Griff is a very realistic representation of Confederate soldiers... Just for reference, I'm 5'5 and I weigh around 120 lbs.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Help Me Enter an Awesome Contest!

So I follow Suzette Saxton and Bethany Wiggins over at Shooting Stars. They're both awesome and a font of information for writers and aspiring writers alike.

They're running this cool contest at the moment and the winners get a first 5 pages critique from both of them! Since I'm in the process of getting an agent any help from folk who have been there is a boon for me. So how can you help me? Well, to enter I have to be a follower of their blog AND I have to get one NEW person to follow their blog! Now, there's no pressure, but they're pretty darn cool in my opinion, and I haven't stopped by Shooting Stars once that I haven't learned something. So if you're game to check out a new blog and help me in the process, just pop on over and leave a comment mentioning that you're a new follower sent by me!

Hope everyone's having a great Monday!