Imagination doesn't just mean making things up. It means thinking things through, solving [problems] or hoping to do so, and being just distant enough to be able to laugh at things that are normally painful. [Some people] would call this escapism, but they would be be entirely wrong. I would call fantasy the most serious, and the most useful branch of writing there is.
--Diana Wynne Jones

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Last Chance for Free Book; Also, the Perfect Green Smoothie

 Just a reminder that today is the last day to enter to win Bree Despain's latest novel, The Lost Saint. See post below for details and rules for the drawing. They aren't complicated, I swear. Deadline for entries is midnight tonight. You don't want to miss a chance to get free reading material in the month of brain fog. Also, this is a small-scale contest. Chances of winning are currently about 1 in 6.

Ok, then. The Green Smoothie. My current favorite breakfast.

Crystal Harper first told me about green smoothies. How they were the perfect running breakfast, etc. And, well, you can't argue with her daughter's running times. Not that Summer wouldn't be amazingly fast without green-smoothie fuel.

But then, there's the Tarahumara Indians of Born to Run, who swear by chia seeds for eighty-mile nearly-barefoot runs over hot desert sands. Only, chia seeds are so not delicious plain, as my daughter will tell you.

I wasn't excited about jumping on the Green-Smoothie-Girl Diet bandwagon--I don't do diets. I just wanted to try a green drink packed with super-healthy stuff. And then throw chia seeds in it.

Crystal told me the basics of her own green smoothies; I played with the details for mine and came up with something even my hyper-picky, sugar-eating, 11-year-old unadventurous eater thought tasted delicious. He doesn't like to admit that. I mean, it's freaking green.

Here's what I came up with. And mine's free. Just like the book I'm giving away. See how nice I am? Even though it's February? I could take out my brain cloud on you, but I'm giving you free, green stuff instead.

The Perfect Green Smoothie:

4 kale leaves
3/4 of a 1-lb. bag frozen tropical fruit
1 1/2 C. pineapple juice
1/2 C. orange juice
1 T. chia seeds (opt)
1 C. all-natural vanilla yogurt
1 C. crushed ice

Combine all  ingredients in blender and frappe' until smooth.

Happy green drinking!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

February, Alas. And, Oh, Yeah, a Free Book.

February is here. Alas and woe.

Have I mentioned that I happen to hate February? That I think it should be banned from the year, and we should switch to an 11-month calendar? Valentine's Day should be banned, too, with all its horrible pink underwear and antacid-flavored candies.

I hate pink. I hate air-inversions and smog. I hate heart-shaped jewelry. I want to crawl into bed with a cup of bitter, slave-free hot cocoa and not come out until March.

Ok. I'm done now. I'd better give away a free book or something, as an apology for blackening your month with my hatred.

It's even a romantic book. By my friend, Bree Despain--the sequel to her YA novel The Dark Divine. It's called The Lost Saint and it came out just after Christmas.

If you like vampires and werewolves and things Twilightish, this is your kind of story. *Disclaimer: I still haven't actually read it because my girls are book-hogs and won't share. But they tell me it's "very intense."  


To be entered in the book drawing, you must

1. Follow my blog by clicking on the "Follow" link in the sidebar to the right. If you already follow, you're good to go and I love you already.

2. Leave a comment and tell me you want to be entered.

3. Do it by Saturday, February 5th.

That's all. I tried to make it easy, because it's February and I don't want to tax anyone's mental skills in the month of Brain Cloud.

There's a good chance I'll be giving away a second book this month, just because I like books and I hate Februrary, and giving away books makes me feel better, so check back soon for details.

Good luck surviving until March. Me, I'll be in bed reading and writing lots of depression poetry on my computer.

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