kate rothwell

Normally what Rush Limbaugh says or thinks is not on my radar--or if it gets there, I push it off again. I got that high blood pressure thing and all. But I did like this response to his phonies remark. In fact, I like love the whole blog so why don't we call it The Blog of the Week and leave Rush by the wayside. Go, read the blog. Thank me and/or curse me for pushing you over there, you'll be glad you did.

1. Shirley Jump features me and my banana spooge at her blog . 2. The other dog discovered the evil, stinky substance and she also rolled in it. I've rubbed them both with reams of paper towels and doggy de-stink gunk and have banned all unaccompanied trips out back. 3. I'm celebrating writing "the end" on a story by taking the morning off. I was going to exercise but finished Going Postal by Pratchett instead. Oh, how my love for him grows and grows**. It's greater than the stench in this room, even. ______ ** as does my butt, again. Better get back on that treadmill .

I missed Thursday and I have a Thirteen, even! Sandy will wait until next week. Okay the moment I've been waiting for is here. Not the contest yet. THIS MOMENT. Those books better be available on this side of the world, that's all I'm saying. YAY BRONWYN!!! And now we find out who won Knight's Challenge..... .... .... .... .... Isn't trying for suspense with little dots lame? But what can a blogger do? .... ... ... Ugh, the dog seems to have rolled in something disgusting. eww, eww he stinks. .... ... THE winner is... ... ... .... 2 ... ... who is 2? ... CHERIE J!!!

AND I've decided this week's SBD sucks. Pleh. The comments are roxor--worth reading. Do we want surprises thrown in without warning? OR does that out of the blue stuff make us Cranky? Still. Let's revisit some less sucky actual posts. A list of other people's drinking games (plus an outdated contest) obits. Not great, but I do like obits still. Awards ceremony based on a PBW thing Romance Judge Seen it A Lot contest. Actually a Thursday Thirteen. Don't forget. Comment below and perhaps you'll win an ecopy of Knight's Challenge.

As soon as I can figure out how to upload the damn pictures, you'll see a glorious batch o' flowers. I mean, wow. Roses and more roses and some kind of gorgeous purple orchid-thingy. Two of my sisters sent me flowers for my birthday and they take up most of the dining room table (the flowers, not sisters, who aren't here, unfortunately). Last time I had this many bouquets I'd given birth. Speaking of which, it's the boy's birthday too. Boy1 = best present I ever got, hardest to unwrap. He's not getting flowers. I got him computer games and cold, hard cash--very cold. I wrapped the money around a batch of lime popsicles, his faves. What else is happening? Doug's birthday, too. He's running a contest over there. What is it with bloggers and contests? No don't answer because . . . I'm going to give away an eb00k copy of The Knight's Challenge . ** Comment below and in a couple of days I'll pick a winner. Really, even if you don't ...

I got expert advice back on a story and it's...it's expert. Really good stuff. I can see that the ideas are RIGHT for what I've got so far, sort of. The trouble is, I can see that, but I can't see me writing it. I'm not going to ever be popular because no matter what I write 1. the action part is missing once the story starts up or 2. it comes out of nowhere. One of my stories starts with two people, running hiding running and frightened for their lives and then melts into people having misunderstandings or--here's a big, horrible moment--catching the wrong train. And to me, it fits. They were bound to get on the wrong damn train and then worry about little shit for a while after all that big worry. To anyone else, it's . . . huh? Oh, whine, whine, whine, Rothwell. Get over it and write the damn book with the plot that fits the characters and the set up. Unfortunately? For my current book, analyzed neatly by the expert, the set up is intense. The story chugs...

Ms Ruby, I'll call you but I swear to God, I can't talk any more. Not another word. Shhhhhhhh....And listening is right out, as well. They are tampering with the mails again. They are opening packages, ripping corners on envelopes, returning items to me without contents. Okay, so they did it twice in the last month. Strikes you as like a lot, too, eh? In one month, two bizarro mail episodes seems almost worth a call. The cranky lady bellowing about "we pay taxes and all those postal increases and why is there always a line at that post office and when will you get some decent veggie stamps back in" kind of call. I don't make them actually. I kvetch here instead. I would accuse my postal delivery guy of hijinks** but he doesn't seem curious enough to even read a postcard, much less play pranks. He's the sort who's counting down the days until he can collect a pension. Judging by his youthful appearance, I think it'll be more than a decade, poor m...