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One of these things is not like the others, one of these things just doesn’t belong. (I actually had to google the above lyric. You know you are getting old when A—this song was part of your childhood, B--you can’t remember how it goes and C—the gray is already showing through the hair color you applied yesterday!)
My book cover; the reason: I love my book cover. I really do. In fact, its resemblance to the Twilight covers is a true boon. No one can deny that dark flower on the black background makes one think of “books whose success led their author a merry dance all the way to the bank”. I could love me some of that.
What my book cover does not say is Jane Austen, Old-Fashioned Romance or So Funny It Will Make You Laugh Out Loud. (I just reread it for the 217th time and let me tell ya', I let out a couple of barks of laughter that had my ferocious-but-napping guard dog jumping ten feet in the air . . .
. . . not sure, though, if that means it’s funny. It could just mean that I’m narcissistic, pitiful, and lame. Sadly, the narcissistic, pitiful and lame are generally the last to know. Maybe I should ask the dog.)
My posting on “Heidi’s Novel Writing Day” otherwise known as Tuesday; the reason: My ad for Miss D went up on the seriously blessed site Seriously So Blessed on HNWDAY (otherwise known as Tuesday) and it's linked to my blog which is how I want it—however, people weren’t “getting” the connection between my ad (the cover of Miss D) and the lovely BlogHer ads in my sidebar. Since BlogHer is a bit picky about the prominence of their ads, I, in desperation, had to DO something, and do it fast. (Thanks, Crash, but my template won't let me pin a darn thing!)
The truth is, I feel like a rat posting anything on Tuesday and luring you to my blog when I didn’t read but one of yours all day long. But, hey, I wrote 2,400 words (it’s a Miss D sequel) in which Lord Avery and Lucinda make an unforgettable appearance. You will never guess what those two are up to now! They are frickin’ hilarious! (oops, I had better be careful with my psuedo-swearing. The Little Guy was mad at me the other day for overly-protesting his temper tantrum, one in which a plate was intentionally and spectacularly broken (uh, I didn't break it, he did, which is why I protested so overly). In revenge, he pulled out his list of Mommy-sins, one of which was the fact he had seen me type the word “helk” on my blog which is, as he pointed out, just one letter away from being h-e-l-l. I blame Crash.)