Tagged by annemariepace and alwayslisa

(for some reason I cannot make those LJ names active)

Ground Rules: The first player of this “game” starts with the topic “5 weird habits of yours” and people who get tagged need to write a LJ entry about their 5 quirky habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names. 

(I don’t know what makes either of you think I’m quirky.) 

1. Anyone within a 100 ft. radius of me who uses a pencil MUST wipe ALL eraser dust from their paper before beginning to write again or I cannot function. (SAT test taking was very difficult for me in high school.)

2. I drink 2 liters of diet coke a day. (I am not proud of this fact. It is simply that. A fact. I wish it were not so, and do not necessarily believe that it is this fact that makes me quirky. I’m sure it’s all the caffeine that does the job.)

3. I read the dictionary. For fun.

4. I live in Brazil but I have a phone with an Alabama telephone number that rings in my home in Brazil. You might not find this fact quirky. And I suppose it has nothing to do with my particular habits, but I’ve had the phone over a year and I still marvel at it when it rings. I’m slow to grow accustomed to the wonders of technology.

5. Like lindseyleavitt, I prepare myself to handle tragic future circumstances by acting out (in my mind) how I will respond in advance. It’s almost like rehearsing my world view.

Happy Valentine’s Day or not, depending on your perspective.

I’m rewording the first sentence in this post because everyone thought I was going off the deep end:

Have you ever noticed how dreams hang on even when it seems there’s nothing to hang them on? I caught a couple of clips of American Idol the other day. And it amazed me how obviously untalented people could walk out of their audition still convinced that they were going to make it big and prove to the judges how wrong they were. Hope springs eternal. And I mean this in a truly positive way about the persistence of our dreams. I like to think that we always end up with a place to hang our dreams. It may not be where we’d first hoped. And sometimes one dream takes us to another then to another and another and we end up somewhere we’d never even have guessed.

I love that about dreams.

How sad is it that I am so sure of myself that I sit around thinking NOT about how poorly my WIP seems to be going at the moment, NOT how long it has been since I have sold anything, NOT how little I have written lately, but INSTEAD I dream about the feeling people will have when they read it, the possibility of painting a beautiful picture with WORDS, the feeling I will have when it is finished and I know I’ve done a good job…See. THIS is why I’m a writer. I much prefer not to live in the real world.

Siiiiiiiiiiigh. I’ve missed you all. I’m back and have been catching up on all the funny goings on in your lives since I’ve been traveling. You all are so funny. I still have catching up to do though, so I’ll post again later.

Okay I’m trying this again…

Yeah, you’re thinking this was for Halloween but it wasn’t. This is just how we dress to go out on the town. 🙂

Surgical removal, yes. But sometimes it’s the emotional attachment that gets ya.

Somebody please get this man over to a Hobby Lobby for some craft intervention. He’s seriously limiting himself to available body parts. (Well, I should give him credit. He *did* add the porcelain horse and the can of beer to the bucket of formaldehyde. 

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Yeah, you’re thinking this was for Halloween but it wasn’t. This is just how we dress to go out on the town. 🙂

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Our lives are in need of complete overhaul. Really.

Most days it seems that my life exists in little piles, spread all over the house, spread all over the city. I try to keep some sense of order to the chaos but in this phase of life with three children under seven, 30 college students in and out all week long, a long-term house guest and all the many other carting and shopping and maintaining we do, it’s just not realistic that my life will be anything other than piles of mess. Bills to pay, paperwork to turn in, paperwork to file, toys to put away, laundry to wash, clothes to fold, clothes to put away, things borrowed to be returned…and when any of those piles gets taken care of my children are there to quickly return it to its former glory.

I’ve spent the last two days trying to make some sense out of the disarray of my son’s room. Now if it wasn’t such hard work to teach a five year old to put things back where they go. Or to teach him where they go in the first place.

It sure would make life easier.

Here’s a novel idea: Use my writing time to actually WRITE, rather than click. Anyone ever heard of that? How does that work exactly? Do you think it’s something I should try? 🙂