Today is the day

If you're thoroughly sick of hearing me talk about my new story blog, I have to teach you a concept I once learned about at a writer's conference.

It's called Blatant Self-Promotion.

As in, shameless.

So, Chapterhouse Lane begins today with The Streets of Elangard. I would love it if you would check it out and tell your friends to check it out and tell your friends' friends' friends and their moms to check it out too.

Blatant Self-Promotion.

I like being creative beyond the literary construction of a novel. I make book cover designs, poster designs, movie previews (using other movies of course), I pick out actors who I think look like my characters, and my friend even makes me soundtracks.

I made this a couple years ago. It's a poster for The Streets of Elangard. No, that's not me (I've been asked that before)

I love fun.

Chapterhouse Lane. Give it a try? I'll be your best friend.

You guys are the best

Thanks for letting me unload, you guys.

You listened, you encouraged, you gave me some love, and you did it so gracefully that I came up with the conclusion:

I have the BEST bloggy friends ever!!

New friends, old friends, followers, stop-by-for-a-peek-ers, all of you just rock.

Thank you so much.

I try to come by your places and be a good commenter {my sister says I'm the best. :)}  But sometimes I get busy. Specially now cuz we're kinda in limbo between homes.

Bottom line, I love you all and I am just tickled fuschia that you read me!

Tired

Packing is exhausting.

But that's not what I'm tired of.

Today I have to rant.
Just a little. I haven't done a ranty post in a while.
So I hope you'll forgive me.

This is why I'm tired:

I'm tired of people who don't deserve to be parents, yet they are.

And even though I have nothing but love for my mommy friends, it's very hard to see their complaints about their babies. How they cry, cost lots of money, poop, cry some more, or don't sleep.

Do they know I'd give anything to hear my baby cry? To have a sleepless night because she kept me up with her colic instead of her absence? To pay a hospital bill that saved her life instead of a funeral bill to have her buried?
Even to change a million diapers??

And for those who don't deserve their children . . .
I'd love to take them by the hand to the place where my child lies. Before I shove them into a vile pit of pig feces. Or shark infested waters. See Blog Challenge Day #11

But I can't. So I won't. And my Ladybug wouldn't want me to behave like that anyway.

Sorry for the anger.
It's not nice.

Sometimes it's just hard.

Break from the blog challenge

Is anyone else getting sick of this blog challenge? *raising hand*

I wanna blog what I wanna blog. Not that the blog challenge is a bad idea, there's just other stuff going on that I would rather brag tell you about. Maybe I'll do normal posts and then tack on a blog challenge question at the end, unless it's a really cool one, then I'll devote an entire post to it.

Sounds good to me.
All in favor? Aye!
All against? . . .

Good, glad that's settled.

So guess what?
Me and the Man are moving out. The packing has started. The shifting of furniture has commenced. The list-making of stuff we can't leave behind has begun.
For those of you who don't know, Bret and I live at my aunt and uncle's house while they're serving a mission for our church in Carmarthen, Wales. (My kinda place). My grandpa also lives here, so we take care of him and the house while Auntie and Uncle are gone.

Welp, Auntie and Uncle are coming home in 3 days. Yes, my friends. 3 more days. We can't get into our new apartment until the 17th, so we're staying at other family member's houses until then.

It's been a year and a half of living here. Probably the hardest year and a half of my life, I need to admit. We've had some wonderful blessings and terrible trials. I am grateful to have had this time with Grandpa to get to know him better as he is nearing the final years of his life. (He's 92 and remarkably well for a guy his age).

But I am ready to move on.

Blog Challenge Day Six

A celebrity crush and why.

K, just so we're clear, I am MADLY in love with my husband, people. 
The only reason I have celebrity crushes is because I know they are silly and unreachable . . . that's the way I like them.

 I don't necessarily have crushes on celebrities, just the characters they play. Makes it all the better, since the guy doesn't actually exist.
Which is probably why he's so perfect.

So, ahem. Celebrity crush #1 yes I have more than one

Jim Halpert from the Office.

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He's just too cute.
Oh come on, you know you only watched the show to see if Jim and Pam would actually end up together and  wanted to throw something at Pam when she (at first) said no to him.
Now they're married with a baby. Makes this guy all the more attractive.

And #2:

Zack Morris from Saved by the Bell

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SO corny, I know. But I can't help it. I've had a soft-spot for this blonde troublemaker ever since I was ten years old. Mark-Paul Gosselar has a new show starting which I sorta wanted to watch, but the show looks pretty vile so I think I'll pass. Plus, he's not Zack Morris.

So there you have it. My celebrity crushes. They're cute and charming . . .


But they got nothin' on this guy.

I love you, baby!

Blog Challenge Day Five

A place you'd like to travel to.

I love travelling. There are a lot of places I'd like to visit: Hawaii, France, Washington DC, Boston, Greece and I'd love to visit England again.

But here's a big one on my list: Umbria, Italy

Oooh, lovely. I saw it on an episode of House Hunters International.

Blog Challenge Day Four

A habit you wish you didn't have.

One word, people:

CHOCOLATE

On another note: "Fathom" got the most votes for my new story blog (see THIS post). However, I sent it to an agent a few weeks ago and I need to wait for a reply from them to see whether or not they want it. Chances are, they'll say no. Meh, I'm used to it now. If they say yes, i can't publish it online. If they don't, I can do whatever I want and you lucky people will be able to read it for free!

If you'd rather read something else, put in a vote!