So, about a gazillion people tagged me for this meme. I'm supposed to put the rules here, but I'm so not going to. But I will play along, and then I will liberate the captives. Nobody has to do this after me. Unless you want to. If you do you can put your 8 things right on the comments. So, here are 8 things you didn't know about me, and I had to really think because darn it, I've told you EVERYTHING! So, you may know all this stuff already. Call me an over-sharer. Lord, have mercy!
1. I have a pathological fear of running out of toilet paper. It gets really bad. I'm talking freak out bad. Once my mother got a financial blessing and sent me a very generous check. She wrote at the bottom of it "for toilet paper." Yeah, I inherited much of my dry wit from Trecia.
2. In the hall of fame of really ridiculous things I have said, at a meeting full of really important people someone said to me, "So I heard you love Brennan Manning." And I said. "I'm his biggest fan." And they said. "I heard it's almost unhealthy how much you love him." And just to get a cheap, and I do mean cheap laugh--I was nervous--I said, in a room full of Christian executives. "I would totally sleep with him." Silence. "Just kidding."
This is why--among other reasons--NOBODY will introduce me to Brennan Manning. Honest to God, I will get to Heaven and Jesus won't even introduce me to him. And I was just joking! But I so shouldn't have said that. I know it. Okay? I know it.
Note to Brennan: I'm really, really sorry for saying that, Brennan. I was just nervous and trying to be funny for the marketing people. Marketing people generally like funny. And I said a lot of strange things that week. It was a bad week. I may have been having an episode. I'm not sure. Anyway, I won't try to seduce you. We won't cause a scandal. I promise if we meet I'll just shake your hand and say, "Hi." If you prefer I won't shake your hand. I won't touch you at all. I'll totally abandon my plan to wash your feet with my hair, or have any other excessive displays of emotion. It'll be difficult, but I'll practice starting right now. I can be safe. Just ask the people here.
Okay. Don't ask them.
3. I love miniature things, especially really tiny toys from my childhood. I had a collection of miniature toy key chains until I let my children play with them. They were toast after that. The keychains, that is, not the children, though honestly, the children should have been toast after destroying my collection within what seemed like minutes.
4. I had a madly, truly, deeply, I-want-to-marry-him crush on J.D. Salinger, even after I read most of his works and realized he was a nutjob. That just goes to show you I can't be trusted to judge a man as a romantic interest for myself. If I am ever single again, and God please don't let me be, I will rely on my friends to steer me away from disaster and a certain dangerous man with a name that starts with "J", and I'm not talking about Jerome David Salinger, either!
5. I took band for three years but cannot read a bit of music, nor can I play an instrument. I just went to get out of gym. I wish I'd paid attention. I grieve my inability to play and read music now, but I do like to sing now and then. Band was like high school. A complete wash out.
6. This goes with number 5. High school = washout. I was a high school drop out. Or maybe you do know that about me! If I could go back and do anything, I'd do high school right. I'd listen in history and English composition class, especially. I can't believe what that missing foundation takes away from my life right now.
7. According to my mother, I'm not as black as I think I am. She got mad at me because I was in a really militant phase and I said I was "African". I wasn't even African-American. I was just plain ol' African. She said, "You're more Native American than African." I just stared at her. You can't argue with Trecia. So there. I'm Native American. Cherokee to be specific. At least more Cherokee than African. Yeah. I'm confused, too.
8. I wanted to live in Christian community since I was a teenager and got a hold of Cornerstone magazine. I loved The Rez Band and wanted to be one of the Jesus People USA in Chicago. I just couldn't seem to get myself there. I still grieve that I never lived that way. I didn't tell Lisa this, but when I left Lexington last week, I cried on the plane. I wanted the big crazy house, and the community, all of it. I dedicated Zora and Nicky: A Novel in Black and White to my "Beloved Community" which I am still dreaming of. I am still in deep longing for my Jesus People. Maybe all of you are them. What do you think? Maybe it's playing out in a different way than I dreamed it would.
So that's eight things you (probably) didn't know about me. And you're off the hook. I'm not tagging anybody. It ends here. You are all free! Or you can tell me eight things about you in the comments.
Love ya,
Mair
P.S. Ken MADE ME add this post script. He said to tell you--and this is because he was on the RADIO today, on WJLB Detroit, waxing poetic about marriage to me, heaven help him! Anyway, he shamelessly promoted me as an author and that's gonna lead people right here, so he came here to see what I was up to, and as usual he was horrified to see what I actually say here. So he MADE ME tell you that not only did I go back to high school two years after I dropped out, I went to college and got a degree! So, I have a college degree now just in case you didn't know that even though I'm almost sure I said it before. I guess he doesn't want you to think I'm dumb as nails, which is up for debate, college degree or no.
Also, he said my interest in Brennan Manning is "disturbing" and I may not meet him. Ever.
So, that's that.
I hope you're happy, Ken.
>: /
Dang!
infinite 8 image by David Friedman, http://www.kosmic-kabbalah.com/latest_works/latest_works.htm
38 comments:
Just now one friend on EbonyFriends.com told me to read the article and it was written well. through the eight things I can know better about you. Mair, thanks for the nice article.
Nicole had tagged me earlier and I gave her my list to post on her site (I didn't want to post it on my own - I'm just strange that way). But now you can have it, too, slightly revised because I'm an editor and an editor's work is never done.
1. I always wipe the rim of my coffee cup so there are no little droplets of liquid there between sips. Probably some OCD-Lite thing.
2. My artistic skills are severely lacking, but I not only won a contest to get an original illustration on the cover of my college yearbook, I've illustrated a book published in the CBA. It's probably important to note that there were only three entrants in the yearbook contest and that my illustration, even though it was the least worst, was still too embarrassing to use on the cover so they hid it on an inside page; and that the book I illustrated was Taming a Liger, which only demanded drawing skills on the level of Napoleon Dynamite. It was pretty much the best work I'd ever done...
3. I wrote a screenplay (and composed an original score) for an independent film about a dozen years ago. We filmed the thing, gave it a name (Silent Voices), but ran out of money and couldn't get a distributor to pony up the finishing money so it never was released. However, the young actor who played the mute kid went on to get a national Pepsi commercial and starred in a movie with Jamie Lee Curtis.
4. I got my four-year degree (BA in Christian studies...a pre-seminary degree, though I didn't go on to seminary) in three (count 'em, three) years.
5. While in college I was in a band that was invited to play in the "pre-show" at the Icthus Christian music festival in Wilmore, KY. I should note here that I was in the band because I was the only person they knew who owned a synthesizer and everyone thought a synthesizer would make the band that much cooler.
6. I wrote a book that has sold more than 150,000 copies, but you'd have to get out a magnifying glass to discover this. It was a works-for-hire project for Thomas Nelson - Checklist for Life. Nelson recently released a condensed version of the book (the original released in 2002). I saw it on the new books table and B&N just the other day. Wish I owned the copyright...
7. When I was nine, my parents finally caved and bought us a dog - a black and white mutt (we couldn't afford color) with beagle tendencies. I named her "Winnie the Pooch," but cute as that was, it was really a smokescreen to hide the fact that I was naming her after my secret (meaning: she didn't know) fifth-grade love, Winifred (Winnie) Watkins. Winnie is married to a pastor and living in Oregon these days. (The girl Winnie, not the dog Winnie.)
8. I have a love/hate relationship with licorice Altoids. My mother just sent me four tins of them. So now I have lots of love and hate to deal with. No wonder I'm so screwed up.
What article, Daniel?!?!
9. I have attention deficit disorder and half the time don't remember stuff even I brought up, if I brought up an article at all, which I didn't.
And Stephen, I can't find a licorice Altoid to save my life. I swear I thought you made them up. Is that a Colorado thing? They have all flavors but licorice here, at least in my view. Licorice Altoids apparently hide from me.
Oh, your mama sent you four tins. Poor baby. Tell her you have weirdness with them. Tell them they are bad for you.
Your comment about "the children should have been toast" made me snarf my coffee ('snarf" - when one laughs while simultaneously swallowing hot liquid.)
I'm an over-sharer too, so this is gonna be a challenge.
1.) I have a tendency to be too "hooked" on Internet fellowship, such as message boards and blog spots - I think it's a "seeking approval" thing. I've completely given up message boards; God's working on me to seek only Him.
2.) To my knowledge, I am still the only certified Bulgarian<=>English Interpreter in New England.
3.) During my prodigal period of desperately missing God and hoping against hope He'd take me back, He used two books in particular to minister to me: "Prayer: Finding the Heart's True Home" by Richard Foster and Max Lucado's "He Chose the Nails".
4.) My favorite movie of all time is "White Knights" with Gregory Hines and Mikhail Baryshnikov.
5.) I'm a recovered Catholic.
6.) I did college in 3 years (I actually paid attention in High School, and took a bunch of A.P. classes.)
7.) My degree is in print journalism, although aside from an occasional freelance piece, most of my adult life has been spent in interpreting and administrative work.
8.) We named our third child "Stefan", in honor of St. Stefan of the book of Acts - that intelligent, articulate, courageous and politically-incorrect hero for Christ.
You know, this Manning thing has gotten positively Seinfeldian...
Bigger than the man, even. I predict more comedy.
Oh, oh! I know, Shanna. Why don't you with your wonderful lettering--shameless plug for Shanna's amazing talent y'all (shannaphilipson.typepad.com) and ruthless ploy to get something--why don't you make iron-on t-shirt transfers to sell on our blogs that say Manning for Mair!
We can start a movement. Who's with me? Manning for Mair! Manning for Mair! Manning for Mair!
Oh yeah. I changed my mind. I tag you. Tell me your 8 things.
nice blog
I'm really scared to comment because right now the way I feel about you approximates your feelings for Manning.
Okay, that's probably a slight over-exaggeration, but I have a huge blush (blog+crush) on you (this is nothing for Ken to be concerned about).
Fantastic way with words, even in a silly meme. Funny that you felt the need to come back and qualify your "education" at the end...it's clear you're (ahem) above average in intelligence.
I've never read any of your books...but if they sound anything like your blog, I must. Soon. Note to self: go to a bookstore. NOW (as if I need to be prompted)(my problem is remembering what I'm there for :/).
Anyway, I'm gushing...that's NOT an attractive feature, but you're my favorite new blog find and it's necessary for you to know that... Because we ALL need a little air up our skirt sometimes, n'est pas?
Hey Robin! Just so we're clear, two things. I went to your blog the first time you commented because I check out EVERYBODY that comes here who is check-out-able. Saw your piccha. You are yummy. Blog crush totally reciprocated. And I did NOT feel a need to qualify my education, Ken did. Ken is constantly trying to legitimize me and I'm illegitimate.
Uh, you know what I mean.
As for my books, good luck! I had, and notice I said HAD one book released and it got killed real fast because it sounded like me. But fortunately somebody likes the way I sound, and bought the series, but it won't be back on the shelves until next year. You may find a copy here or there, but it won't be readily available anywhere, unless you are in prison. Long story. Don't make me tell it.
So, if you find it let me know. If not, you may snag a used one on Amazon. I don't even have copies anymore. And hey all, if you have a NavPress edition of Murder, Mayhem, and a Fine Man, blog reader, keep it 'tll I'm dead. It might be worth something on Ebay one day if I ever get famous or something.
Ha! I'm so not gonna be famous.But a girl can dream. Oh, I can dream.
Robin, if you can't find a copy of Murder, etc., I'll be glad to send you mine (as soon as I've finished it). I could send it to Mair first so she can hold it and kiss it and bless it and sign it and underline words in the body copy that form a secret blog-crush message when read from back to front.
I'd be jealous of your blog crush on Mair if I were allowed to have blog crushes. But until that universal restraining order preventing me from having ANY crushes is lifted I'll just have to settle for friendly blog commenting here and there.
(sigh)
Just let Mair know if you want my copy of the book and we'll arrange the delivery. I promise not to sign the book even though I used to work at NavPress.
Okay, now look what you people have done. My comments are turning into a message board. I knew as soon as I started talking back to y'all trouble was gonna start. And now look. Shanna is busy working on t-shirt transfers for our new business venture. Folks are falling in blog love, and Stephen is playing Mr. Post Man.
Not to mention we've got waaaaay too much time on our hands. Waaaaaay too much time. I'm so supposed to be re-writing the ending to Zora and Nicky, though I'm sure this is more productive than my desire at this point to kill both of them. A tragedy! Just like Romeo and Juliet!
Hey, that was a bestseller!
::::furiously rushing back to Word::::
Everything about this post and ALL the comments has me laughing my fool head off. Thanks, Raga. I think I love you.
Katy www.fallible.com
Okay, Steve. You KNOW I'm your blog crush. The first step is admitting it.
C'mon, Steve. You've been warmed by the Mair fire. You love me. You adore me. You read this blog every time I post because you must.
Just admit it, Steve. It will free you. It's okay.
There are three of you. Oh, wait, one of you left. There are two of you. It's okay. Just own it. Feel that Mair fire.
LOL
Fine. I admit it. Just don't tell my parole officer.
And I have the answer to your Z&N ending.
I think you should have Zora fall in love with Brennan and run away to live with him while Nicky suffers in silence and eventually becomes a blogging recluse who spends most of his days writing comments on other people's blogs because he's too heartbroken to write on his own until one day when he happens across a blog from someone called Fire (rhymes with Mair) who encourages him to embrace his brokenness in his writing which leads him to just barely discover the hope of hope before being offered a five-book deal with a major publisher.
Just a suggestion.
Your post made me laugh so hard. But I can't put my 8 things here until another moment in time. I'm sitting in a public library...my time is almost up...rats...no time to leave 8 things now...
Maybe another day!
LOL
P.S. The post script didn't tell us anything new. You are brilliant!
And speaking of writers embracing their brokeness...
Everyone hold hands. Lets dream together of one day, when a certain fabulous, albeit tortured, but lovely friend who we won't name (and he's got the prettiest eyes! my stars!)Hint: He's the author of bestselling, "Checklist for Life", gets a five book deal. Can you see it? Can you see it????
I can see it!
:::sway and sing::::
"We shall ooooh ver cuuuuu uh um. We shall ooooh ver cuuu uh um. We shall oooh ver cuuuum suuuuhm daaaaaaay aaaay ay."
Sing it with me hopeful writers, faithful bloggers, and dreamers everywhere.
and speaking of writers again...
sigh
I gotta get this ending rewrite done. Y'all quit playin'.
I'm tryna work!
I forgot to add that when Zora reads Nicky's first novel, she realizes she never fell out of love with him and dumps Brennan to run back into Nicky's ever-waiting arms. And they live happily ever after. Well...except for the occasional death threats Nicky receives from a man who goes by the rather obvious codename "Abba's Child."
The end.
Okay, you can't make Brennan scary. At least not scarier than he already is.
And hey, nobody who actually has read the advanced advanced advanced reader copy of Zora and Nicky told Brennan about the incredibly thinly veiled, terribly Brennan Manningesque character written therein? Did you?
Nobody told, right? Because I actually know a ginormous amount of people who know him. We can just keep that our little secret. And he'll never notice because he'll never read my books.
Right?
Hmm...I didn't tell.
But of course you're right...no death threats. Instead he'll send "love letters" and they'll be directed to Zora and not Nicky. Does that solve it? Wait...they'll be directed to Zora AND Nicky. And they won't be "love letters" in the traditional romantic sense, but more in the "I love you guys with Jesus' love" sense. Unconditional love in action.
Did I mention how Nicky is so touched by Brennan's letters that he tells him about Fire (rhymes with Mair) and Fire and Brennan end up co-authoring a bestselling book on what it means to be Jesus to others? I didn't mention that? Well, now I did.
Happily ever after...
Okay, now that's an ending!
Now I'm going to write STEVE love letters, not in the traditional sense--okay, not after the first five or twelve or two dozen traditional ones, but after those are out of my system, I'm going to write him wonderful Jesus loves us all letters. Just like the ones I write to Brennan.
Hey, is that why he put that restraining order...
Nevermind.
Great ending, Steve, unfortunately, Zora and Nicky just aren't cooperating. I will abandon them for now, in despair.
@#$%!
thanks for the laugh. I knew a lot, but girlfriend...i know too much :)
now i was going to call you to give me a swift kick in the butt for not sending off my book proposal, but i spent my phone time reading all these comments. crazy people!!
funny :) i learned more about ya thruogh the comments than the post. sorta.
i'd like to do 8 things, but i gotta get dressed. its 5pm.
enjoyed your 8 though. esp. the tp.
Hey spwriter: I heard Mavis Staples has a new album coming out of all her favorite ol'time civil rights songs.
Might be a time to pick up a new soundtrack and work on your best karaoke of "We Shall Overcome".
Or maybe I outta pick up that CD. I'm hard at work and you people have been playing all DAY. I'm positively oppressed.
Good grief. Time to get serious.
YOU'RE HAVING A FREAKIN' PARTY AND DIDN'T TELL ME????
Good gracious, I'm winded after all that conversation. Funnest (and funniest) comment thread I've read in a while...SOOOoooo very glad I checked back in TODAY!
Okay...where to start....
1) FiahMiah, so you're over here, yummin' at my blog and you don't speak? ARE YOU SHY??? OH, my, that's a funny thought...somehow "shy" doesn't seem to be characteristic of you. I'm thinking of a follow-up post to the whole face challenge thing, but somehow I haven't sat still long enough to put two thoughts together...it generated the most comments I've ever had on a post, which in and of itself got my attention.
2) Prison story? Do tell...I shall ply you with your favorite poison (coffee???) until you spill :/.
3) I could write a dissertation to Steve and will commence to doing just that since I can't post comments on his blog.
Yes, Steve, I read your blog after the whole "face challenge" thing and thought your response was so lovely I immediately bloglined you, only to come back on my next visit to find you had "gone fishin'".
But, now I see "fishin'" is little more than co-opting other peep's blogs, so what the heck...I'm able to read two bloggers at the same time and it sure does save a lot of time. Thank you.
I found Murder... online somewhere, but wouldn't it be so much more fun to read your used copy with your love notes and doodles attached? And then to have the added coolness to get a blessing, kiss, and love note from the Queen Mother of Murder herself? Or is this just a sneaky way for you to send Mair a "package". I will not be a pawn in your little game (ah, heck, sure I will;).
4) Mair, I need a AAA reader copy of Nicky and Zora so I can get up to speed. Because one day you'll be famous and I wanna say "I knew her when" because I'm a blalker (blog stalker). Or is that blogarazzi? You and Steve have an i.n.t.e.r.e.s.t.i.n.g. story line going on...
5) Rachelle is jealous of my blush on you, but she needn't worry...I'm ambidextrous.
6) Great...just great! How did I end up fallin' into a community of Jesus people with larger-than-life personalities that jump off the page (ok, computer screen) and they're WRITERS! AND EDITORS! And I OVERUSE ELLIPSES AND EXCLAMATION MARKS AND USE TOO MANY WORDS TO MAKE A POINT.
I'm going to my corner now...it's past my bedtime, anyway.
Hmm...a karaoke version of "We Shall Overcome." Yeah, that sounds like something I could do. Help me out here, though - I'm not very experienced in karaoke...how many glasses of wine would it take before I could approach the microphone to sing that particular song? (I'm not very experienced in wine, either.)
I'd hate to underdrink or oversing.
Just looking for a little help here. Oh, and in case you're reading, Mair, you have lost control of your blog. We, the people, have taken it it over and it's now a matchmaking site, a post office, and an advice column.
And Shanna, maybe if you sang a few of your own favorite civil rights songs that would help with the oppression.
Would you be totally depressed if I told you that this is my work? Writing comments on blogs, I mean. (Okay, it's not, but it is my dream job. Perhaps someday...)
Okay Robin, I'll send Mair my copy of the Murder (she wrote) so she can modify it according to your specifications, iconifying it in ways that seem just a little creepy even to the one who came up with the idea. But since this is the most fun I've had in...oh...I don't know...two and a half years?...I'm going to keep this game going.
Hmm...now I'm thinking I might want to throw my own secret message into the book. I'll hide it better than Dan Brown's writing talent, though, so you won't be able to find it.
And the reason I don't allow comments on my blog is because...well...I blogged about that. Let's just say I'm a complex, tortured (Mair got that right) man with plenty of real problems but also more than a few carefully crafted quirks designed to make me all the more intriguing. I pay good money to my "quirks coach".
And just what are you intimating with that periodic expression of the word "i.n.t.e.r.e.s.t.i.n.g."? (Wow, typing that took a lot of energy. You really had to commit to doing that, didn't you? Once you started, did you question your resolve and consider dumping the extra periods en toto because of punctuational compunction? Or were you propelled forward by some r.a.r.e. f.o.r.m. o.f. o.c.d.?)
And what's this with people going to bed before the sun also rises? The night is young.
I'm proud to say I've read a whole bunch of Z&N: The Unedited Edition (feel free to replace "Unedited" with "Steamy" or "Sexy" if you like...that's what I do) and will be selling my partial manuscript on eBay in a year or so for two or three hundred dollars.
So, how DID you fall into this community of editors and writers? (I'm both, by the way, which isn't a surprise, considering my personality "issues". I blame it on my parents. They named me Stephen Paul. Yeah...the martyr and the martyee. Or however you write that. I was destined to suffer from constant inner conflict and MPD.)
(For the record, I don't really blame my parents. I love them. They're great people.)
(Also for the record, I'm a proud parentheses abuser. You may have noticed this (or not).)
So here's a question: How many comments can a blog post host?
I guess I'll head to bed now, too, so I can wake up and be all rested for the next Morning Face Challenge. And so my mind will be clear enough to be able to request Mair's street address in such a way as to not arouse suspicion about what might be included in that "package."
OY! Eight things....
1) Hey, I'm part Cherokee, too! Knew there was a reason I liked you instantly. wink.
2)...and the community thing: I so totally hear you. I keep prayin' for it...lookin' out my back yard, on the porch in a sleeping bag for morning prayers wishing I weren't alone out there...
3)As for the rest of this long conversation, since I"m not a writer or editor and the best I can say is that I had one article and one poem ever published ever, I didn't really get any of the jokes, which makes this all feel too much like high school when I had my "fresh off the boat" European (4) thing going on. (Ok, Ok, it was an airplane...but still...)
5) College was fast: 2.5 years. AP AND CLEP testing. Neener neener.
6) I think I might have anxiety issues. What do you think? Do you think I might have anxiety issues? I'm worried about it. ;-)
7) My priest says I'm complicated. Yikes.
8) And since I"m so complicated, I have exhausted myself and I can't get away from myself to go on a vacation from myself and quite frankly, I don't know what to do.
eight things. more than anyone ever needed to know.
www.moringcoffee.blogspot.com
Alana - 2.5 years to get through college? Okay, you win. I got my free year from CLEP tests, no AP help there. Crap...I thought graduating in three years would make me seem smart and compelling and cause others' jaws to drop in awe when I accidentally mentioned this little detail. Now I suddenly feel inferior again. Thanks for that. Maybe I need to go find comfort from a priest who acknowledges my complicatedness. It doesn't matter that I'm protestant, does it?
And I'm with you on not getting any of the jokes in this conversation. I thought this was a support group for people suffering from jealousy caused by shared blog crushes.
Were there jokes?
How exactly does a complicated, angst-ridden editorial type go about starting a blog?? I'm dead serious. I have no idea how to do this, and now I'm starting to feel inferior, too!
Try the main page at Blogger, Marie.
http://www.blogger.com
It should give you prompts to start your own. Good luck, babe! And don't forget to warn, uh, tell us what your blog is called.
I'm baaaaaacccckkkk :).
Actually saw this yesterday, but headed out early for a day of hiking and then a mad rush for dinner with friends, so I never managed to get back. And then there was that whole sitting-by-the-toilet thing with my youngest (10)(Heeyy, also named Stephen!) while he moaned and groaned and desperately needed to purge, but nothin' was happening towards that end. Just a l-o-n-g night for me.
Now, if I can remember what was written so I can adequately respond...
Ah, Steve, you're going to channel Dan Brown and nest mysterious word challenges between the pages of Mair's book? What a novel idea to make sure I read every page, every word. I'm the queen of "reading between the lines", it is both a gift and a curse. I embrace it.
Hmmmm, I just re-read your comment and realized you dissed DB...oops! I'm a simple girl...I liked Da Vinci (but it's his only book I've read).
This week my goal is to read every blog post by you and Miss Ragamuffin Diva herself. I must know these people with whom I'm conversing (except, now I believe Mair is behaving and working instead of playing). Clearly, you both reveal heart and tortured soul to God and everybody, I might as well join the "everybody". Who needs soap operas? I blog and get real life versions...heck, I LIVE a real life version (but mine might be more of a b.a.d. reality series instead).
I like intermittent periods in words, it's worth the effort. For effect. And drama. Or to make a point. Or to irritate whoever is reading. I like the thought of punctuational compunction, although it sounds more like I should be on time for something ;).
We can blame Rachelle (Seek First His Kingdom) for leading me to Mair and subsequently to Lisa and Mary and then Steve (and others). She tagged me with the Morning Face Challenge, and I was compelled to visit many of the participants.
I read a lot of blogs; humor keeps me coming back...and content. I live in (almost) a holy huddle :/...it's in the blogosphere that I find the most diversity. I don't just read "Christian" blogs...and goodness knows, although I write about my kids sometimes, I'm not a mommy blogger. Finding sharp writers who write a.b.o.v.e. me challenges me in a good way. Sometimes intimidating, but what they hay, I'm thankful to be challenged!
That's enough. Think I'll go worship the true and living God now :).
LOL Thanks for the laugh, babe! Loved the post and the comments... but don't you have a book to be finishing??? LOL
HEY! I'm part of your Jesus People!!! I should be if not.. and if not I think I'm offended! LOL
and I think I knew all those things about you!!
Heather, if you're not one of my Jesus people *nobody*. And yes.
Sigh.
I have a book to finish.
Almost there.
Must. Get. Rewrite. Done.
Must. Finish. Now.
Robin, I thought you were good at reading between the lines. Surely you figured out that my use of the word "talent" when referring to Dan Brown was merely an anagramatical ruse meant to throw you off the trail. Of course what I really meant was that I would hide the message in Mair's book better than "Dan Brown's writing at Lent" because who really could find Dan Brown's books during lent (what with the hordes of folks who've given up every other vice racing to bookstores to get something, anything that could alternately and temporarily satisfy their addictions to caffeine or chocolate or internet porn or unbelievable plotlines until Lent is over and they can go back to those things with 57 percent less guilt)?
Now, just for fun, repeat this back to me, but with intermittent periods in every word. This needs to be turned in by noon or I'll deduct 43 points from your grade because of punctual compunction (not to be confused with punctuational compunction).
Oh, and fair warning. Have plenty of prozac handy if you plan on reading all of my posts. Better yet, don't read them until you've inhaled second-hand smoke at a Phish concert. That way my words will seem as brilliant as Tolstoy's...or maybe Dan Brown's.
You're my new Idol -- American, African, Cherokee, whatever. Really dig your style.
Are all writers tortured? Or do I want to be a writer because I am tortured. I have been a Jesus freak since conception- being a PK and all.
The best way to live a tortured life is to write all the crazy stuff down, right?
A writer friend sent me to this blog and I will be forever thankful.
Thanks all!
When you do meet Brennan I'll bet he'll love you, too. He'll see the Jesus in you that He helped you find and your spirits will transcend all the silliness and just be quiet together. Too souls who love Jesus as much as you guys do can't help but have peace.
You make even the tag games really special. Great post as usual.
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