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[livejournal.com profile] anabelgonzalez tagged me in a meme thingy. I thought--what the hell? I'm going to break the chain just a little and say if you're reading this and want to play along, feel free! No tagging involved. Feel free to post your seven lines here! I'd love to read them.
So, here it is:
The 7-7-7 Challenge:
Flip to page 77 or page 7 of your current WIP.
Find line 7.
Post the 7 sentences that follow.     

Here are mine, from The Shadows One Walks:

Startling upright, she saw nothing but the row of neat stucco buildings shuttered against daylight. Urns of flowers marked each one, like pretty girls waiting. Slipper Lane. Fraeda blushed. And then she saw him out of the corner of her eye, that glow marking him as new, yet his form more distinct than it had been the day before, when he joined her rank of ghosts.
“How is it you are here?” she asked. “It should have taken you days to get past the boundary of your death.”
“I didn’t like it there,” he told her.

He has more to say, but I suppose you'll have to wait for 2014 to find out. :-P
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airle-penny: The word is of remote antiquity, and refrers to an ancient custom of giving presents from man to woman on their entering into contract to marry. The present was generally a ring, and in reference to the sanctity of the engaement the gift was subsequently called a God's pennie.*

And it evolved to mean...

Arle: money given in confirmation of a bargain...when a servant is hired.**

Does anyone else see what I see here?

A Carnival of Authors was great fun on Saturday. Annie's Book Stop is a warren of cubbies and crannies where books live for a time; a place readers go to get lost for a while. Patty is not only sweet and courteous, but adorable. I wanted to put her in my pocket and take her home. Her staff was enthusiastic and inquisitive. I got to hang out with a whole bunch of writers, both there to speak and to listen (and ask questions.) And best of all, I finally got to meet [livejournal.com profile] jongibbs, who is as funny, generous, and as kind a gentleman as he is on-line. More so, because you get to see that sly smile of his that, even when serious, seems to be hiding a joke. See--



I left five signed copies of Finder with Patty, so if you're anywhere in the area of Annie's Bookstop in Worcester, MA, and want a signed copy of Finder or Jon's Fur-Face, go on in! (I believe all the authors in attendance left some signed books with the shop, though I'm not positive.)




There's another faboo post by Kim Vandervort over at Heroines of Fantasy: Food, Glorious Food! Brings up some really great points some writers never take into consideration.



*William Toone's Etymological Dictionary of Obsolete Words, 1832
**
Sir James Murray's New English Dictionary, 1888
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[livejournal.com profile] patesden  has awarded me the



Along with the award comes a few responsibilities. They are:

1. Thank and link to the person(s) who nominated you.
2. Share seven random facts about yourself.
3. Pass the award along to five blogging buddies.
4. Contact those buddies to congratulate them.


:) Wasn't that sweet? So here are my seven random facts:
1. My hair has been every color from blonde to black, including festive colors like green, purple, blue, pink and teal. Sometimes all at once.

2. I was a runner up for Little Miss America in 1969

3. I have a mad love for old tools. I have five rakes, a shovel, a shoemaker's mallet, five walking sticks, four brooms, bricklayer's tools, a cast iron clothes iron, and a plow seat decorating my house.

4. I own an original copy of Isabella Rosetti's, Goblin Fruit that my mom bought for a dime from a library booksale. I stole it from her about 20 years ago. She hasn't noticed yet.

5. Word puzzles are my passion. All word puzzles. Any word puzzles. Scrabble holds a special place in my heart. I never win. I'd rather make cool words than pointy ones.

6. I've written more than 3.5 million words (that's counting only final drafts, not all the drafts that lead up to them.) Only about 500 thousand of them don't make me gag and cringe.

7. When I was two, I went missing for a couple of hours on Jones Beach in Long Island. The life guards called everyone out of the water, the sent boats out to look for my little floating body, my parents, everyone, thought I was dead. Someone found me in a hole someone had dug. Beach-goers rejoiced. I don't remember the celebration, but I hear it was pretty dang great.
 
And now it is my task to choose another five fabulous bloggers to recieve this award. My flist is FULL of fabulous bloggers! But here goes:

[info]whitehousemom
[info]stephanieburgis
[info]kellyrfineman
[info]csecooney
[info]tracy_d74

(Right click copy and paste the award into your own blog. Follow directions above. Or not. Play at your own pleasure.)
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I found this on [livejournal.com profile] jennygordon  's page. It's so whimsical, I couldn't resist. Feel free to play along, either in comments or on your own page.
If I were a month, I’d be August.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Monday.
If I were a time of day, I'd be dusk.
If I were a planet, I’d be Neptune.
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a seal.

If I were a direction, I'd be north.
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a rocking chair.
If I were a liquid, I’d be tea.
If I were a gemstone, I’d be a ruby.
If I were a tree, I’d be an olive tree.

If I were a tool, I would be a spatula.
If I were a flower, I’d be a brown-eyed susan.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a drenching rain, maybe with a little thunder.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a violin.
If I were a color, I’d be purple or orange, depending upon the day.

If I were an emotion, I’d be happiness.
If I were a fruit, I’d be a starfruit.
If I were a sound, I’d be laughter.
If I were an element, I'd be earth.
If I were a car, I’d be a horse and buggy.
If I were a food, I’d be bread.
If I were a place, I’d a seaside village.
If I were a material, I’d be canvas.
If I were a taste, I’d be hot chili peppers.
If I were a scent, I'd be pine.


(The meme is If I was... I know that WAS is perfectly acceptable in informal circumstances, but I'm a subjunctive sort of girl. It's amazing to me how I eschew rules unless it's about grammar, and then I'm a stickler so stickly that if I were a substance, it would be Velcro!)
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Meme me, meme you.
IF YOU COMMENT ON THIS JOURNAL, I SHALL...

1. Respond with something random about you.
2. Tell you which color you remind me of.
3. Tell you my first memory of you.
4. Tell you what animal you remind me of.
5. Ask you something I've always wondered about you.
6. Tell you my favorite thing about you.
7. Tell you my least favorite thing about you.
8. Challenge you to post this on your journal.


Don't blame me, blame [livejournal.com profile] mtlawson . Well, ok, you can blame me.
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For this meme:
Describe me in one word -- just one single word. Positive or negative.
Leave your word in a comment, before looking at what words others have used.
Copy and paste the meme to your journal to find out how people describe you when limited to one word.
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I've done this before, but I've added a LOT of names to my flist since then, so, short and sweet--

After getting home from Martha's Vineyard (VPX,) my tribe kept in close contact via several online venues.  As time went on, those venues started to get awfully quiet. Everyone was either already on or had recently joined LJ. I was urged to create my own. I REFUSED to join any online community that would suck my free time dry. I resisted. I did. It was a noble effort; but I eventually caved. Thus, "Peer Pressure Made Me Do It," became the title of my reluctant fall into cyber-waste-worldery; "You'll All Pay In The End," was the loving and benign threat made to those darling peers.

Obviously, it has not sucked away all my free time. I check it at lunch or if I have some time before supper (like now.) I'm very happy that I caved. I've kept in touch with great friends AND made a bunch of new ones (if only cyberly.) LJ is a great community. Love it.

So there you have it.
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Because I have time on my hands while I eat my lunch. )
 
February: I  am a lucky woman.
 
March: I am listening to a course entitled, The Life and Writings of CS Lewis.
 
April: I'm learning all sorts of very cool things.
 
May: My daughter handed me the article The Feminist Reawakening by Amanda Fortini; not because she is saying I need to know these things, but because she is again apologizing for once calling me 'militant'.
 

June:Yesterday was Brian's birthday.
 
July: No pirates. Drat!

August: [livejournal.com profile] justin_pilon  tagged me.
 
September: I am alone in my house.
 
October: That's all I have--one more scene to write for draft 2.
 
November: Winter shadows are lengthening.
 
December: ...the most devoutly religious people I know are the ones who know the LEAST about their religion; and are the most stubborn about how little they know.
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It is a quarter to ten on a Saturday morning, the house is silent because the only other person here is sleeping, and I'm actually going to go up to my loft to WRITE!!!

I missed out on writing time half of Wednesday, all of Thursday and Friday. Getting a Saturday, even a couple of hours, is an immense treat.

There is a part two: I got to read the first story in Beedle the Bard, The Wizard and the Hopping Pot (commentary by Albus Dumbledore) and it was fabulous! :)
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Spending a couple of hours sitting around the kitchen in PJs, shooting the breeze with my kids.
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I know it's not even Christmas Day yet, but I already know my happy moment: All four 'kids' waking up in my house, unwrapping gifts and dumping out stockings. They're 26, 23, 18 and 17, but they are still my babies.

Merry, merry everyone. XX and OO times a million from me to you.
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It's cookie baking day! For the past  eight years, Christmas Eve has been cookie baking day. It is the day all my kids' friends drop by throughout the day to help bake cookies, eat cookies, drink cocoa and tea and coffee, and shoot the breeze. My eldest daughter's friends have been doing this since junior year in high school, and but for a year that Jamie didn't come home for Christmas, they've never missed a year. It's not Christmas without cookie baking day chez DeFino.

Today, my house will be filled with young people, cookies, yummy smells and much chatter. I'm psyched. AND, I'm even going to get to write a bit this morning. AND, we're going for our anual Christmas Eve Dinner Out (Chinese food this year.)

The only unhappiness involved is that my son-in-law won't be with us. SUCKS!!! He has to work today AND tomorrow. I will save him all the best cookies.
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My happy moment today was coming home from a nice breakfast with son #2 and husband to find the power (that had gone out sometime around 5am) restored earlier than predicted!

I'm going to cheat a little today. I had another happy moment that bears inclusion: My 17 year old spitfire daughter came down to tell us the power was out, and that she couldn't sleep in her room because it was too dark and creepy and cold, then proceded to get into her father's abandonded side of the bed, curl up and go back to sleep just like she used to do when she was a baby. It's cute to see them revert once in a while.
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It is 9:37 and I've already had what I am certain will be my happiest moment of the day. The bit I am working on in the new WIP is going well--but I've been a little concerned about a certain character's place in the scheme of things. He is an incidental character, necessary but no one of consequence. I have, however, given him more of a part than I feel an incidental character warrants. If he's a one-time player, give him as little showtime as possible--that's my motto. Don't put too much of his character into the works. In fact, I sometimes don't even give these characters names! (Like his wife--she has no name.) But he has a very distinct quality that makes him more memorable than he needs to be--why give such power to a bit player if he's only going to have his 15 minutes of fame and then vanish from the world?

BECAUSE I'M GOING TO USE HIM AGAIN, THAT'S WHY!!! While mindlessly going through my pre-writing chores, it struck me. He WILL come back later in the story, once again as an incidental character--but it binds the past to the present in a significant way. His place in the earlier part of the story becomes the link to something that has to happen later on in the story. It just works out so perfectly!!! And the distinquishing characteristic is going to instantly recall him (I hope!) in the reader's mind.

Isn't it cool when things just work out??

My happy moment--yay.
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Tagged by [livejournal.com profile] justin_pilon :

This is a nice meme--one that should be spread around. Rather than tagging certain people, I'm going to say that if you're reading this, consider yourself tagged--or not.

Here's how it works: Starting today and for the next eight, (8) days, you have to post one thing that made you happy that day. Easy enough? Here's mine:

My happiness of the day is the mocha java coffee I made this morning. bought in an Italian specialty store in Jersey, house roasted, and so gorgeous it tastes like dessert all by itself. Yummm...on a white morning like this, sipping it while I watch the birds at the feeder, family safe at home, there's nothing better.
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Take a picture of yourself right now.
don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair...just take a picture.
post that picture with NO editing.
post these instructions with your picture.

I figured it was close enough. :)
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[profile] justin_pilon tagged me. What the heck. I'm game. But I think I've done this before. If you're reading this and want to consider yourself tagged, feel free. You can even do it here in my blog. (You know how I love to thwart the rules.) Even if you've done this before too, I'm pretty nosy. I'd love to hear eight interesting things about you.  

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  [personal profile] garunyagot me. Now I will get five of you. Here's how this works. (As he tells it, you might have seen this one before, but it's new to me, so Yay!)

1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people and post a comment to  [personal profile] garunya's blog (your tagees will post to mine, etc.) once you've posted your three sentences.

The Five Chosen are:
 [personal profile] e_underwood
[profile] orogeny
[profile] writerknv
[personal profile] gregvaneekhout
[profile] jeffsoesbe 
Here are my three sentences, from Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke (which I am NOT reading by was closest on my 'to read' pile beside my bed):
'I came to them in a flock of ravens!'  What does that mean, I should like to know? Who came to who in a flock of ravens?

(I really need to read this book.)
 


Ask me!

Jan. 25th, 2008 01:32 pm
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Swiped from [profile] krylyr 

Leave me a comment and I will...

01. Tell you why I friended you.
02. Associate you with something - a song, a colour, a photo, a word etc.
03. Tell you something I like about you.
04. Tell you a memory I have of you.
05. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
06. Tell you my favourite user pic of yours.
07. In return, you must post this in your LJ.  (Dave's Note: Actually, I really don't care if you do number 7 or not.) (Terri's note: what Dave said.)

I'll try to do as many of these that come.

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