Last Saturday, my writers group (SCRaWL) got to take Tristi Pinkston out to lunch, after which she most graciously offered her time to do a workshop for us on editing!

Can I just tell you all that Tristi is a wonderful person, and a complete riot to be around! She gave us such great advice, and I think everyone left with a sore face and aching head from all the laughter! We even got to see Tristi dancing in the street! (Okay, she was directing the van that got lost, but you really should have seeen that!)

Thanks for everything, Tristi!

Anyone who hasn't already really should go to her blog and introduce yourself! You'll just love her!

http://tristipinkston.blogspot.com/


SCRaWLers and Tristi. (I wish I had a picture of her dancing, but alas, I do not...)

With tiny baby kitten in hand, we went shopping, where I bought three of the hugest, ugliest urns/vases/pottery of some sort, that I've ever seen. Why? I have no idea.

Later on, I was working at this store instead of shopping there. I had to do a return, and as a result, had to go and talk to God. I don't know why God would worry about my returns, but apparently He was.

Somewhere in the middle of all this, things took a very medievalish turn. I went from store clerk to princess, my betrothed prince was swiftly becoming an outlaw, and I had to sit on a spinning bench and when the other noble ladies spun me around I couldn't let my knees touch certain colors.

Yeah.

No more chili for me at bedtime.

Or maybe ever.

I just got tagged - again! - this time by Tristi!

I think I've about run out of new things to say about me, but I'll give it a shot.

I play guitar. Well, not overly well, but I'm pretty good. I had lessons in 5th grade and apparently I remember more than I thought I did.

I love cats. I like dogs, too, but they're too high-maintenence for me. Cats are great, they don't have to be taken for walks, and they don't care if you ignore them occasionally. Heck, they ignore you often enough.

My first "real" job lasted exactly 6 hours. The next day I got in trouble for something I didn't say, and told them to give me my check because I wouldn't be back. I was seventeen.

I very rarely had friends of my own faith growing up. I always thought the mormon kids were snobs.

Grey is one of my favorite colors. It's the color of clouds, fog and the ocean - and I love it.

My senior year of high school, I read 40-some books from a list of classic literature in 6 months. Don't ask why, the answer is long and complicated. Included in that list were "the Grapes of Wrath" and "Vanity Fair". Loved the first one, hated the second.

And lastly:

When I was ten, I cut off half my thumb in a freak, clutzy accident. To this day, eons later, I am still absolutely traumatized if I cut any of my fingers. Just after moving to Utah, I cut my hand when a glass I was washing broke, and ended up needing stitches. I was so terrified that the dear, sweet resident who did my stitches gave me wayyyy more Lidocaine than I probably needed, and I couldn't feel three of my fingers for two days after.

There.
Too many more of these tags and I'm going to have to start recycling my answers!
As it is, I have pretty much no one left to tag....

Last night, not long after dark, I was on my way home. Headed south down I-15, not paying much attention to the scenery, and BOOM! there it was. Golden and glowing, like a sign from heaven, in letters twenty feet tall:

FABLEHAVEN

Good grief!! You can hardly miss something like that, can you?

While I am certainly happy for Brandon's success, I am certainly a little more than a bit envious. A whole billboard, for crying out loud, with nothing more than the title of a book, shining in the sky for all to see.

I don't want much.

I just want my own billboard...

But until then, and in the spirit of comradarie among authors, I'm posting the link to an interview with Brandon Mull, originally aired on KSL Radio. You go, Brandon!

http://deseretbook.com/authors/author-interview?author_id=39508&interview_id=3518

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Thought you'd all like to know.

This is a bit of a rant, so don't take it too seriously, but here are a list of things that drive me absolutely nuts.

Music on blogs and websites! I have my own music playing when I'm on the computer, thank you, and I usually like it a whole lot better than what the blogger has on theirs. It's incredibly annoying to have to scroll down the page to turn off the music before you can read what you came there to read.

Sunny days that look deceptively warm outside, but freeze you to death the moment you step outside.

Dreams that you wake up thinking what a great book that would be, only to realize as you write it down that it's completely stupid and makes no sense at all! But it was such a good dream...

Upstairs neighbors.

Guitar tabulature. That stuff makes no sense at all!

My apartment elves. I don't get good constructive elves like the shoemaker did, I get the ones that come in, dirty all my dishes, throw all my clothes on the floor, and steal one button off shirts. Who did I offend in a fairy tale to deserve this?

Songs that you think say one thing, then find out they are talking about something bad and are completely ruined for you from that moment on.

Getting older. And sorer. And greyer.

*sigh*

Okay, that's quite enough of that!

Life is good, and I have 397 blessings for which I am eternally grateful! I've got to go and clean up after the elves, and then practice guitar. Maybe I'll even open the windows and let that fresh, crisp, spring air in!

Karen Hoover tagged me for a qurky little meme.

What are you still doing here? Don't dilly-dally - go!

I have signed on with Tristi Pinkston's Book in a Month (BIAM) for April. Apparently, it wasn't the best timing for me. I didn't take into account the fact that I only have three weeks of school left, three finals - two of which consist of detailed projects. Toss in some medical issues on top of that. So my word count goal may have been 3,000 a day, but my achievement has been much, much lower. The up side is that I still feel it is an achievement - I'm not slacking, really I'm not. Considering what's going on right now, 500 words is quite good.

Another consolation is that in three weeks, when the semester is over, writing is no longer a back-burner occupation for me. That's part of the reason I moved my blog to a new name - I'm not going to be an "Interregnum" writer anymore. This is going to be the thing that gets worked around, not the one that works around everything else.

But for now, yay for my 500 words!

...but it was too late...

I'm relocating my blog. Bear with me while I get it up and running.

Apparently, Interregnum was already taken, and I don't want to take the chance of getting confused with that other guy. (Don't care for the sorts of things he types.) So I'm moving over here, to this other corner.

The title is a bit of an insider - "The Windward" is the title of my last novel, If you know my first name, you'll recognize a bit of it in the new blog title, and my given name literally means "fair wanderer" (which fits me like a custom-made corset!). So I think this suits me much more than something latinish.

So here I go again - rearranging the furniture, so to speak.

Don't stub your toes on anything till I get it all settled where it needs to be!