Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Takin' the Grinch out of You

I don't know about you, but I love, love, LOVE the Christmas season. Have since childhood. There really is a magical spirit in the air. Yes, stores are crazy, people are rushing around, trying to get everything done, but overall, there's a feeling of good cheer and excitement. Lights, decorations, smells of cinnamon, Christmas music--I love it all.

But I also admit to letting the hustle and bustle--the stress--get to me on occasion. So a few weeks ago at a church function, I was given a bottle of "Grinch Pills" to help get me through the holiday. I thought they were so fun, I wanted to virtually share them with you. All you need is a handful of your favorite candy, then read on . . .

Feeling kinda grouchy?
Holiday spirit can't be found?
Just try these little "Grinch Pills"
They're the best medicine around.
Whether downing a whole handful,
Or eating one or two,
These tasty little "pills"
Take the Grinch right out of you.
--Author Unknown--

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Giveaway Winners

The $10 gift certificate from the Gratitude Giveaway Hop goes to . . .

Mindy Holt

And Slayers, by C.J. Hill goes to . . .

April Harvell

Congrats to you both!

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Gratitude Giveaways Hop


A huge thanks to I Am a Reader, Not a Writer and All Consuming Books for hosting this hop!

Fill out the form below to win your choice between either
A $10 Amazon.com gift certificate

or books valued at $10 or less from the Book Depository:





Thursday, November 10, 2011

The Never-ending Revising Cycle

Revisions are my nemesis. Every time I go through a manuscript I find problems--no matter how many times I've gone through it. So I fix the problems, then feel like I need to go through it yet again to make sure it's problem-free.

So I go through it again, only to find more problem areas, more places I can improve, more areas that didn't flow or sound the way I wanted it to sound. It's this never ending cycle that inches me ever closer to loathing the manuscript and believing it's the dumbest thing ever written.

I'll conceded that with each revision, the manuscript does get better, but it still isn't perfect. Never will be. So for all you fellow writers out there, my question is this: At what point do you call it quits? At what point can you say, "I've done my best, and if my best isn't good enough, well . . . "? (I'd like to think I'd finish that sentence with an "oh well", but the reality is that I'd burst into tears.) I realize there's no universal formula for this, but what's yours?

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Housework Schmousework

I've spent the morning cleaning, scrubbing, folding laundry and scouring. For those of you who know me well, I'm sure you're clapping right now. For those of you who don't, know this: I despise cleaning.

I've always given myself a hard time about this fact, comparing myself to countless others who seem to keep their homes in white-glove condition, but I've finally decided that there are some benefits to not keeping up on a daily basis.

Ready?

#1 - It is much more satisfying to clean up a messy room. It may take more time, yes, but the overall sense of achievement when finished is greater. It's like the before and after pictures on a home makeover show. Big difference.

#2 - When it's untidy to begin with, you get after your children far less for making a mess.

#3 - You will feel more appreciated by your spouse and even possibly, your children. Seriously. In other words, they might actually NOTICE. (I say "might" because unfortunately, this is not a guarantee.) The change is more pronounced, and therefore, draws notice. My husband never fails to compliment when he comes home to find the house clean. He probably thinks of it a positive reinforcement, but it really isn't (shhh), because I know I wouldn't get that kind of praise if he came home to a pristine house every day.

I realize this might sound like I'm rationalizing a slightly (yes, SLIGHTLY) lazy side of myself, but I've tried to keep my house immaculate before, and let me tell you--I have never felt more under-appreciated, stressed out, or exhausted.

So, for all you over-worked and underpaid mom's out there--put down that vacuum, play with your cute kids, or pick up a good book. Save the cleaning for the day after tomorrow and live more happily ever after.

In the meantime, what's your most dreaded chore? For me, it's emptying the dishwasher.