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...
Gaylene.
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.
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...
Gaylene.
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.
Move in with me! The sunshine is wonderful! We pay for it with ridiculous rent, but it's totally worth it.
ReplyDeleteWow. Your February has been...not so great. It really should be boycotted.
ReplyDeleteYay! I never win anything :)
ReplyDeleteyour february sounds a lot like mine. Most of our money is going to co-pays at doctors offices, too...
Maybe a new book will make everything all better!
Alyosha: Thanks! I'll be on the next flight. And I''ll help with rent. Won't be any trouble; you'll find me at the beach.
ReplyDeleteLaura: Yeah. But somehow I can't convince the rest of the world. Oh, well.
Gaylene: My sympathies on the doctor stuff. I do find a new book is amazing medicine, though.
Ah, Elena. I've missed you! I love your humor. So sorry for the surgery, the stress-whatever and the kid moving out.
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