Saturday, May 31, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Somehow, through the magic of Netflix, I discovered a delightful little film--and when I say "little," I mean little.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Today let's play a game.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
A hilarious article in our newspaper this morning. (At least I thought it was funny.)
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Sunday's New York Times reported the death of Dick Sutcliffe, 90, who died on May 11 in Dallas. Dick Sutcliffe is most known for having a great idea--using animated characters to teach religious principles .
Sunday, May 25, 2008
I don't particularly like to discuss politics on my blog, but something happened this week that bears discussing. It began when a friend emailed me with the news that John McCain had rejected Rev. John Hagee's endorsement because Hagee was "anti-Semitic." Ha!
In actuality, Mr. Hagee "interpreted a biblical verse in a way not very different from several legitimate Jewish authorities," the rabbi said.
"Viewing Hitler as acting completely outside of God's plan is to suggest that God was powerless to stop the Holocaust, a position quite unacceptable to any religious Jew or Christian," the rabbi said.
Exactly right. I am sorry that McCain has rejected Hagee's endorsement because it reveals a true lack of knowledge about God and his authority over the affairs of men. But I don't expect politicians to be theologians. Bottom line, I wish McCain and his team had refused to rise to the bait--because that's exactly what this was, bait. Furthermore, I suspect that whoever instigated this tempest in a teapot is dancing in glee, and that's downright annoying.
BUT--I am once again reminded that in tough times--and I've had my share--I can rest in the fact that God is in complete control of everything that touches me (and you). Everything. Including this election.
And that brings a peace beyond human understanding.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Photo: an elk I startled on our way out of Estes Park . . . (yes, she's real! Just meandering through downtown . . . )
Friday, May 23, 2008
The ladies who run Chapter a Week are holding a contest--and I think you'll want to enter this one!
We had such a great response to our last book giveaway that we've decided to make it a regular event! So we are giving away a ten-pound box of autographed Chapter-a-Week books to one Chapter-a-Week member for summer reading fun.
Simply send an email with "Chapter-a-Week Summer Reading Giveaway" in the subject line to cawcontest@gmail.
To qualify, the return email address must be on the Chapter-a-Week membership list. Continental U. S. residents only, please. Industry professionals should refrain from entering, and though we'd love you to share our books with your friends, these books are not for resale.
Thanks and happy reading!
Your friends at Chapter-a-Week
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As for me, I've been busy churning out words for the WIP. They're pretty stinky words, and I'm learning how much I don't know about being a lawyer. Worst of all, I can't trust what I see on my favorite crime shows because I know they take liberties on TV . . . and I want to be as accurate as possible in my novel. So I'm relying a lot on books and lawyer friends. :-)
Thursday, May 22, 2008
In this morning's paper I read that Maria, the five-year-old daughter of Steven Curtis Chapman, was killed in an auto accident yesterday. This is especially poignant to me and my husband because the Chapmans, like us, were firm believers in international adoption.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
I just finished watching PRIDE, a based-on-a-true-story film about a black swim team in 1974. Maybe I liked it because I was the age of those kids in 1974, but it's a wonderful film about overcoming adversity through perseverance and hard work. Plus, since we've talked a little about racism this month, it's a startling reminder of the way things used to be. A good movie for parents and older children to watch together.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
On Marlene Bagnull's web site I discovered a fun distraction--plus, it really helps feed the world's poor (it checks out on Snopes.com). It's a little vocabulary game, and a sponsor will donate so many grains of rice for every word you get correct.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Good to be home again, but a mountain of things to clear off the desk. But I wanted to share a few pictures--these are of the YMCA and the gorgeous mountains, and one of our Nangie groups--the advanced Nangie, which means all of these folks have been with Nancy and me at least one other time. Aren't they a good lookin' bunch?
Sunday, May 18, 2008
My pal Jim has a new book out. And he's into podcasting now. What's podcasting? (asks my mom). It's . . . well, take a look here. :-)
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Okay--when you have a spare six minutes, sit down, plant your feet firmly on the floor, and watch this video clip.
Friday, May 16, 2008
If you've joined me in reading the blog "Confessions of a CF husband," you'll be delighted to know that the little family is now home! Read this incredible story here.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
is where to go to see the trailer for THE WAGER, which releases this week and stars Randy Travis. (I haven't seen the movie yet, but I've read the book and it's wonderful.)
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
I discovered Project Runway (reality TV in which fashion designers are given a challenge each week) last season and loved it. Was lacking something to watch to fill that creative void when I discovered Animal Planet's "Groomer Has It" TV show. It's exactly like Project Runway, but it features dog groomers!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Photo: my rose bouquet. :-)
Monday, May 12, 2008
Being a bibliophile, I loved reading this story in my local paper. I think it's a grand idea for Christian books to be rolling up to nursing homes and jails--to people who wouldn't ordinarily be able to attend church or even know that Christian books (especially Christian novels) exist! What a cool idea.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhea...does that mean that one out of five enjoys it?
Why do croutons come in airtight packages? Aren't they just stale bread to begin with?
If people from Poland are called Poles, then why aren't people from Holland called Holes?
If a pig loses its voice, is it disgruntled?
Why is a person who plays the piano called a pianist, but a person who drives a racecar is not called a racist?
If it's true that we are here to help others, then what exactly are the others here for?
If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, then doesn't it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys deranged, models deposed, tree surgeons debarked, and dry cleaners depressed?
If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge, would they call it Fed UP?
Do Lipton Tea employees take "coffee breaks?"
What hair color do they put on the driver's licenses of bald men?
I thought about how mothers feed their babies with tiny little spoons and forks, so I wondered what do Chinese mothers use. Toothpicks?
Why do they put pictures of criminals up in the Post Office? What are we supposed to do, write to them? Why don't they just put their pictures on the postage stamps so the mailmen can look for them while they deliver the mail?
If a cow laughed, would milk come out of her nose?
Whatever happened to Preparations A through G?
As income tax time approaches, did you ever notice : When you put the two words "The" and "IRS" together, it spells
"THEIRS"?Happy Mother's Day !
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Did I mention that I dreamed a plot the other night? Most stories I dream are complete nonsense when I wake up, but this one actually made sense. And it charmed me, really, so much that I can't get it out of my head even though I'm working on something entirely different.
The miracles began on the day Riley Drummond began having problems with his telephone. The instrument turned balky, interrupting his conversations and blasting his ears with intermittent blasts of static. Though in months past he had experienced trouble with a gasping air conditioner and a groaning freezer, those appliances continued to pull their weight, cooling customers and freezing the ice cream sandwiches and popsicles so beloved by the little ones who regularly followed their mothers into the Siloam Drug Store.
Because the telephone was an important lifeline between Riley and his customers—or, more precisely, between the pharmacist and sick folks—this irritating illness would simply have to be diagnosed and repaired at the first possible opportunity. So Riley called the phone company and, in between bursts of white noise and spatters of random rock music, requested a visit from the first available technician.
Ta da! And that's all I have for now.
Friday, May 09, 2008
Thursday, May 08, 2008
by Elizabeth White
THERE'S TROUBLE IN RIVER CITY...
Matt Hogan's Memphis detective agency has been on the skids since a recent attack of conscience cost him an important case. When a wealthy investor steps in and saves River City Investigations, Matt thinks all his prayers have been answered-until he finds out that with the investor comes a new partner.
Fresh out of criminal justice school and a two-year stint in the Tunica County Sheriff's Department, Natalie Tubberville is out to prove she can cut it in the world of private investigations. But her reluctant partner is just as determined to have nothing to do with her--until Natalie makes him an offer he can't refuse! If Matt solves the next case before she does, she will return her share of the company.
And the race is on. As two strong personalities compete, mutual attraction grows…while a simple case of a runaway bride threatens to become an international incident. Will Matt and Natalie call off the competition-or discover an entirely new arrangement?
You mean besides get married?? JUST KIDDING! Once when I was working on "The Trouble With Tommy," I went on a coon hunt with my uncle and my son. I did not carry a gun--but my son did. He was about fourteen at the time and had never been hunting before. You coon hunt at night, so we all wore these helmet like hardhats with headlights on the front. We put the dogs in their carrier on the back of the four-wheeler and they're barking their heads off as we drive through the woods. Finally we stop and let the dogs out and follow them, listening for the change in their baying. When a dog trees a raccoon it's very distinct. Even an ignoramus like me can hear it. So my son was so excited he could hardly hold onto the bullets as he loaded them in the gun. I won't go into the details, but it was hilarious and gross and totally a South Mississippi experience.
Q: I've been frog gigging--you do that at night, too, and in an airboat. (Yuck.) Okay, here's sometihng more predictable: Who's your favorite author?
I have lots of favorites, but I've always loved Max Brand. His real name was Frederick Faust--and he wrote totally campy westerns back in the 1920's and 30's. In fact he created Destry of Destry Rides Again and Dr. Kildare! His heroes were daring and funny, and he's the only male writer I know who could consistently do a decent romance. You gotta check him out!
Q: I will! Never read him. BTW, I hear you're in grad school at the moment. What's up with that?
I had this idea that I wanted to teach college writing instead of middle school language arts. And I loathe education courses, so the only option was an English/Creative Writing program. It's actually been a lot of fun. I'm taking a poetry writing workshop this semester, which I totally suck at, but it scratches a creative itch I didn't even know I had. I should graduate with my masters at the end of the summer--I have one more course, screenwriting, to take. Spielberg look out!
Q; Screenwriting sounds like fun. What motivated you to write this book?
Well, I wanted to write a sequel to OFF THE RECORD, using private detective Matt Hogan as my new hero. Which brought to mind one of my favorite TV shows from the 80's, Moonlighting. So my son and my husband and I did a little brainstorming about Matt's agency being invaded by a rich rookie "girl" detective--and Natalie Tubberville was born. Matt and Natalie needed a case to solve, so we came up with this runaway Pakistani bride scenario. It just got crazier from there. I think this story is a lot of fun.
Q: What was the most fun experience you've ever had as a writer?
Writing is not fun. I'm serious! Researching is fun. Answering fan letters is fun. Writing answers to blog interviews is even fun. Walking through a bookstore and seeing my name on a shelf is fun. Writing is, like someone said, "like shoving a refrigerator uphill." Well, okay, if you insist. I adore writing the scene at the end where the hero and heroine get together. I just melt into a puddle every time. We old married people know that the real work begins there, but gosh, don't you just love that hopeful spot of pure joy?
Q: Oh, yeah. My hubby (a pastor) married a couple the other day, and the bride was weeping--tears of joy, I suppose. He told the crowd that I cried all the way down the aisle and throughout the ceremony! But I'm happy to report that somewhere alone the way, I stopped. :-)
Anything that's worth having is hard to get.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Time for your questions and (hopefully!) answers!
And was there a particular reason you chose Percy for his "special" role as opposed to Tyler or Toby?