June 18th

Hi it’s Christina –

Good Morning! Sorry folks, for the past few days I have been embroiled in two large projects, and for the first time, my blog was third on my priority list, but I just wanted to briefly check in so you wouldn’t think I fell off the edge of the earth.

I wanted to make one last push on the editing project I was struggling with, and I did manage to get some more finished, but I was not able to complete the assignment. I feel horrible about it. The book is really great, but I was having such a hard time focusing, that it took me an inordinate amount of time to edit each page properly. 

Honestly, I overextended myself, and my brain was fried. I should have never taken on the assignment, but the author is such a sweet, sweet man, and he is a talented writer, and I wanted to be able to help him out. Unfortunately, I let him down, and I let myself down. This is the first time I have missed a deadline, and I am more than a little annoyed with myself.

The other project was building another Indie author support network. I have roughly twenty folks in the group right now, and we are working together at getting all the kinks out for how the group is going to work, before we roll it out to other authors. Yeah me, the techno ditz, is trying to run an online group. Thankfully others in the group are tech savvy and are willing to assist.

On the home front, Lys arrived safely at my dad’s in Florida, Dani has finished school for the summer, and PJ just received notification he has made the Dean’s List again. Father’s Day was great. The boat only broke down twice while they were out, but the made it back to the dock in one piece, so it was a successful adventure. My garden is starting to look like a jungle, and I’ve been managing to keep my allergies relatively in check.

Okay, back to my projects. Hopefully I’ll be able to give you a writing challenge again by this weekend. Until then, I hope you have a wonderful day, and happy writing!

March 29th

Hi, it’s Christina –

The cobwebs are refusing to leave again this morning, but since I have been up for an hour already, fog brained or not, it was time to get writing. I will, however, forego the writing challenge for just one more day. Not because I don’t want to answer the last challenge, but because I seriously doubt my ability to come up with a new challenge.

I don’t want to do a photo challenge, which would be easy considering I have several photos stockpiled, because every time I do a post with a photo or a link, FB only distributes to around 2% of my followers. If the photo is being used as supporting detail to the blog post, I can just tell the folks on Facebook to hop over to my blog if they want to see pictures; but if the picture is the actual challenge, I feel obligated to post it, and then no one sees it. I can’t win this one.

I forgot to tell you something yesterday. I will admit, when it comes to getting the mail, I’m seriously lax. The way our mailbox is situated, the area around it is usually a swamp, especially this time of the year. Getting the mail requires you to get muddy. However, since I was anxiously awaiting my final proof of Corporate Blues, I was checking the mail regularly.

In Wednesday’s mail came an official letter from the township addressed to, what I thought was, my husband, so I opened it thinking it had something to do with our taxes or something. I was wrong. The letter was not for my husband, it was for my son, who happens to share the same name as his father. The letter was from the mayor congratulating my son for making the Rider University Dean’s list for the fall 2013 semester.

So, I call up my son, and open the conversation with “I have a bone to pick with you!” I tell him I received a letter and inadvertently opened it thinking it was for his father. I read the letter to him, then accused, “You never told me you made the Dean’s list!” He said, “Mom, I told you I got straight As.” To which I replied, “But I didn’t know you qualified for the Dean’s list since you were only a part time student.”

He admitted he didn’t know either, until he received a letter from the Dean congratulating him. Then I told him, he wasn’t getting the mayor’s letter, I was putting it up on my fridge. He laughed at me, and told me that was fine since he had the letter from the Dean. My son did not have the easiest time in school. His grades were average at best, so for him to have made a college Dean’s list, it is a major accomplishment. I am so proud of my baby boy!! Sorry, proud mamma moment, I had to share.

Okay, it’s now nine o’clock and I have to start editing. I hope y’all have a fantastic Saturday, and happy writing!