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

Monday, February 7, 2011

Book Give-away Winner Announced

Thanks to my new followers and to those of you who blogged about or otherwise promoted my giveaway, and especially for all the February condolences and good whishes. I mean wishes. See what I mean about brain fog? I can't even write in February. Bleh. My book is going so slow. Ly. Slowly.

But I'm always happy to give away a free book. It makes my February less ugly. I'm throwing names in a dish right now (too lazy to find a hat)...pulling one...and the winner of the February Brain-Fog-Book-Blog-Givaway... is... 


Congratulations! Yay! Hooray! Huzzah! I'm so excited to send you a book! Email your address to me and I'll send you Bree's lovely blue (ish) Lost Saint.

Ok. Seven days into February. It goes on, Judah. Here's an update:

1 surgery (son)

1 possible stress fracture or stress reaction (daughter)

1 set of x-rays to find out

1 MRI to find out for sure

1 crappy insurance policy that pays for nothing (I really ought to sell a book)

7 days of crappy weather

way too much flu

1 kid moving out. (It's ok. I'm not clingy. I believe in independence. He's 21. He can move out if he wants. Waaaah.)

2 finished books (read, not written--I wish)

12 erased stop-settings when I went to play the organ for church. After having not practiced. At all. I hope somebody got a laugh, at least, from the way I slaughtered the postlude.

1 gag-response to pre-game hype.

1 very crappy attitude

And one day of Grace, like an undeserved gift. Thank you! (Except for the football. I hate football.)

At least February is a short month. Twenty-one days to go. Julie, I'm moving in with you.

Playing High and Dry with Sourdough

Lately I've been playing with dough. It's become a sort of a compulsion. Maybe because I'm tired of driving all the way to som...