I love red hair, and I love freckles. There is no denying that 🙂
Disliked a novel I had to judge. Very meh. Not bad, but not good either. My issues were all craft related: the whole story is told in conversational First Person, too many POVs and characters (I almost needed a spreadsheet to keep up), story beats were underdeveloped and came way too late, which had everything lagging, etc
So I went to see what others had to say and everyone else loved it. Raving 5-star reviews for the series.
This is what happens when authors read. The inner editor is always critiquing.
Son: “Why don’t they use their turn signal?”
Me: “They didn’t buy the unlimited package.”
Me: “When you buy a car, you’ll have to let them know how many times you want to use your turn signal. They put different bulbs in. The more you want to use them, the more expensive the blinker is. They probably bought the cheap package. You can only blink so many times.”
Son, after a short pause and somewhat skeptical look: “What do we have?”
Me: “Unlimited package.”
And what does your ancestral home look like? No, I didn’t jet to Germany over the weekend; my brother and family visited the “Schloss” last week. — at Schloss Münchweiler.
If you’re curious, here is an excellent link and more about the Roechling Family. Yes, I’m related to these folks, on my mother’s side:
- Walking the dog after dark in shorts and T-shirt – it’s still warm enough.
- Having the windows open all the time and fresh air in the house – unless the AC is on.
- At the most, wearing only four pieces of clothing – no socks, no shoes ever.
- Waking up to the sun shining in my window – I don’t like getting up before the sun.
- Being able to banish the kids outside when they get on my nerves – if only they could play the Wii outside, too.
This morning I received the call no child ever wants to receive, especially not those of us who live a world apart from our parents, siblings, and family.
My Dad suddenly and unexpectedly passed away. As I type this I cry because I cannot be there to take my Mom into my arms and comfort her. I cry because I cannot hug my brother or assure my grandmother that despite my tears I will be fine. My father and I had different views on the afterlife, but I do hope and wish ever so deeply that he is allowed to rest in peace, knowing he was loved.
Papa, ich hab dich lieb.
— feeling devastated.
Genius idea: I’ll buy one Hawaiian Starbucks mug every month this coming year, leave them unopened and when we move I will have a nice commemorative assortment.
Less genius reality: there are only two or three Hawaiian motifs