Welcome to Blogging 4 Books. The Original Rules and the FAQ are hosted on The Zero Boss, because he made it up.
The short version: You blog on a chosen topic. You post a link to your blog entry in the comments below this entry. B4B closes at MIDNIGHT your time next Monday.
Your special guest blogger this month is Heather Truett, a young minister's wife and mother who who charmingly blogs about her family, her faith and her lipgloss addiction at Madame Rubies. She will narrow the entries down to seven.
If you are one of the seven finalists, your entry will be read by author and former three question guest Megan Crane. You remember MEGAN, right? From Three Questions? She will pick first, second and third place. First place gets a signed first edition of her new book, Everyone Else's Girl in which a quintessential "good girl" discovers she may not be so good...
And now, THE TOPIC!
Since Everyone Else's Girl is all about choices (in the same way that I am all about Darkside M&Ms OH and those LIMITED EDITITION Hershey Kisses with the cherry filling which I am absolutely not eating even though SOON you will never be able to get them anymore and WHY do I keep falling in love with weird, temporary candies that will all LEAVE ME heartbroken and betrayed with nothing between me and utter madness but stupid Halloween Mini-Twixes which I am heartily sick of but in this chocolate deprived state would probably still, yes, kill for....DEEP BREATH, and someone please pass me the Viactive Chews. THANKS.) Megan wanted you to have at LEAST two topics to choose from. SO. This month....
1) In the book, Meredith has to go back home and live with her parents again. Um, allow me to say, Yikes! So this month. spit in the face of Thomas Wolfe and write a blog entry about "going home." You can be as literal or figurative about that as you need to be.
2) Meredith thinks she has to be the good girl, the good daughter, because she thinks that's how others see her-- only to learn that maybe she's the only one who sees herself that way. Write about the gap between the way people see themselves versus the way they actually are.
And now, Since I am not drinking or eating anything worth putting in a mouth (yesterday I had a LONG car trip and I like to eat in the car, so I brought and consumed and ENTIRE BAG of organic baby spinach leaves. THE WHOLE BAG. You can't really do salad dressign and DRIVE, so I made the snack more lively by adding a handful of CRAISINS. I sat in the car listening to a book on tape ate the whole ten ounce bag. That's just....insane. BUT OKAY. ANYWAY, since I am bitter about my current diet, I decided to make a short list of beautiful things have happened recently, that are making me happy!
1) I was buying wine...LOOK, just because I am not DRINKING wine doesn't mean I am not BUYING it. I am buying tons of it in a pathetic I MISS WINE retail therapy splurge. When the ban is lifted I will have so much wine in the house I will probably die of alcohol poisoning as I tear through all the bottles of Italian and Californian Pinot Grigio and Australian Shiraz blends I am amassing...ANYWAY. so I was buying some wine at this liquor store, and the guy ringing me up (Digression: His name, as GOD IS MY WITNESS, was Saint Louis -- I read his tag. And then to be SURE I asked him how he pronounced it. Just like the city. HOW COOL IS THAT? I wish MY name was Saint Louis. But it is kind of a boy name, so instead I could be named Seattle. Or Boston. SO cool. I want to be Seattle Jackson. But not Gross Pointe.) Anyway, he asked for my ID for the wine which was not notable as this place has a CHECK EVERYONE policy and ask people my MOTHER'S age for an ID. SO he asked for my ID, and then.... HE REFUSED TO BELIEVE IT WAS ME!!! He acted like I was TWENTY and trying to PULL A FAST ONE (although SHOW me a twenty year old who spends 26 bucks on a single small bottle of a RATHER decent Shiraz when they could get SO MUCH BEERS(!!!!) for the same money, and I will show you a twenty year old who has a trust fund AND is in love AND the object of affection is present at the wine buying) BUT ANYWAY. He did not believe it was me!
NOW, one of two things was going on.
1) He really thought it was a fake ID, in which case, I must have looked NICE and DEWEY that day, and I will say here a somewhat incredulous YAY because I don't think that even on my VERY BEST DAYS OF ALL I look 20. Which leaves...
2) He was PRETENDING to not believe it was me because he was MACKING on me, in which case, I STILL must have looked NICE and DEWEY (if not 20) that day, and YAY!
I should mention that Saint Louis was MAYBE 25, and a cutie. So. EITHER WAY, I will TAKE it.
2) Yesterday I drove over to Hawkinsville to do a literay even called The Write Stuff. Jackie Cooper invited me, so I went, and after a HIDEOUS beginning in which there was construction on Hwy 20 that slowed me to a crawl for fifteen miles and then some sort of accident on 75, and I ended up going 9.5 miles in an hour and fifteen minutes, NO REALLY, I had the mile counter on and I TIMED IT, I went 9.5 miles from 11 - 12:15, nervously consuming great cud-like mouthfuls of raw spinach and craisins, and that bad accident upped my drive from 2 hours and change to FOUR hours and change, (still I had a better time then whoever was in the accident. It looked very bad indeed...) but then I knew I would be LATE, and being late makes me hyperventilate and panic AND I had wanted to leave early so I rushed out and I realized in the car I had forgotten to put on deoderant and I was worried I was going to SWEAT because of the LATENESS PANIC so I was driving with the AC set so high it was 15 degrees below zero on the car etc etc etc, but, and here is the part where it all turns beautiful, thanks to a merciful God and the kindly inattention of several State Troopers that I blew by at 200 million miles an hour, I got there 4 minutes before the TALKING PART of the event started, and went out in spite of being in a state on nervous prostration and had what I felt was a good presentation, and then the bookstore that was at the event SOLD OUT OF GODS IN ALABAMA! ANd that makes two events in a row where every copy sold and the booksellers said to me OH I WISH WE HAD MORE! WE WILL GO RIGHT HOME AND ORDER MORE FOR THE STORE ANYWAY!
BAH There are at least three more HAPPY things, but I am out of time. More Joy tomorrow.Posted by joshilyn at November 7, 2005 7:21 AM