It's Thursday, time for an update!
Busy, busy week, at least in the online sense. First off, I got a KILLER review from The Romance Reviews here. Seriously, I got schmoopy over this. I have a major crush on Bridget for her kind words.
Drew In Blue is also featured on the Frugal eReader now. This a really great blog that shares Kindle reads that are priced under nine dollars, a handy tool if you're an ebook addict.
Got the February issue of the RWA magazine for members, and I'm listed in the First Sales. Yay! Also have an announcement showing in the SCWW publication, The Quill.
I have a guest post on 1st Turning Point, discussing the pros of using Twitter to promote yourself as an author. Minus my usual snark, of course. Yes, dear readers, I can actually be serious sometimes. Lots of comments on the article, very happy that it was so well-received. Also, I found out I was post number 500 on the site. I like those even numbers.
The One Hundred Romances Project is going very well. The inbox is active, I LOVE my reviewer crew, and we're finding lots of great reads. I humbly beg you to check it out, bookmark it, maybe spread the word if you're so inclined. I'm trying to organize a featured author interview ummm feature. (I'm a writer and can't think of another word for feature right now. So sue me.)
I have another upcoming Drew In Blue review that is very favorable. I shall send out the alert when it is posted, naturally. I don't know how to take the awesome reviews. I mean, it feels GREAT. And I do a little happy dance when I get them. But it's WEIRD. Still funny to think people are reading my stuff and liking it.
I have a couple of other projects I'm working on. A guest post that I really need to finish up tonight, and a submission for something that I will tell you more about in the future when I get more deets and get my actual submission sent in. Like how I did that? Mean!
On the personal front, no word about the job I interviewed for yet. Worried. A little panicky that I might have to keep looking for work. Freaking about the bank accounts. Bitter, in general, that getting an interview in the first place is harder than getting a man to commit. But tomorrow is another day. Maybe I'll hear something yet. *cries*
Have you heard about my bed? I've been waiting for it since December. They said I'd have it before Christmas, then changed the story and insist I was told eight weeks. Well, they got it in, and they sold my freaking mattress set to someone else. So I'm supposed to get the rest of my bed on Saturday.
You know, if they don't sell it. Again.
I'm tired of winter. I know I shouldn't complain since I've escaped all the wintery insanity the North has been experiencing. But I hate being cold, even if it's less cold than I'd be in Pennsylvania. I need longer days. I need warm. I need spring. Without nasty storms. Too much to ask for?
It was very strange to have a groundhog day without in depth groundhog coverage. You know, Pennsylvania is big on rodent prognostication. Punxsutawney Phil, Octorara Orphie, Dover Doug. I feel like it isn't February because the news channels down here aren't analyzing conflicting shadow-sighting information.
The clumsy-streak seems to be waning. I now have scars because of it. *stares at burned knuckle* I probably shouldn't declare that, since I have the dishwasher running and something awful might happen before they drying cycle.
But there are good things. Like, MY BESTIE IS COMING! MY BESTIE IS COMING! I can't wait! K will be here in daaaaaaaays. Hopefully I will have bedding before she arrives. There will be much fun. I think my neighbor will be terrified after he realizes he's in for three weeks of sheer mania from me as I bounce off the walls over her presence. Can't waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait! Prepare for random pic-spamming.
And the Janie book is picking up. I had a major block for a while. Also, considering the subject-matter, I tend to drag my feet because I keep making myself cry. Sad, huh?
My apartment was vandalized by what appears to be a two foot tall assailant, armed with a blue crayon. Still can't figure out how I missed a kid drawing all over my outside wall. And where the heck was its mother?? I can only assume it was the offspring of the poo perpetrator who lets her rat-dog dump outside her door and then lets it just decompose on its own. A fine theory, except outside her door is a leaky drain. And with the downpours of the other night, the offending little poo managed to revive and rehydrate itself and start the decomposing process from the beginning.
Can't think of anything else, so I shall wander off. Ooh, True Hollywood Story is showcasing Kate Gosselin!