No, I'm not talking about the RWA chapter contest. I got an email yesterday saying that I won the historical category of the Linda Howard Award Of Excellence! My first win from my third final! Can you tell I'm over the moon? Oh and an agent request from a pitching session over the weekend is the cherry on top. Fun times =)
Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. Or shout! From the rooftops!!!
Couple of odd ramblings from me tonight...
First one is, did you notice the big bold moon or whatever it’s called when the moon is closer to the planet than usual? Well, I didn’t know about it. We were sitting by the Murray River last night enjoying a drink or three and I look out over the water wondering if the Murray Princess or another of the river queens was on her way in the dark with the spotlights on. It was the bloody moon! It was huge and the reflection it cast over the surface of the water was amazing. I wish now that I had taken a photo of it so you could all be mesmerised by its glow. But that isn’t the topic for this part of the blog. The huge moon got me thinking about memories and what triggers them. Suddenly I was cast back to 1993 (no I didn’t remember this year off the top of my head and yes, I am guessing a little but since that was the year of the last humongous moon, I’m going with it) I was about eleven years old and having a sleep over at my best friend’s house with her and her brother. Anyway, we emerge from the tent on the hill to pee (wtmi) and there was the moon. It was a clear, cool night and there I was, tired but running on the adrenaline truth or dare brings about, and the moon seemed so close I could have reached out and touched it.
Years on, when I realised it was the moon I looked at and not the Murray Princess, that was the memory to jump into my head. So what does the moon do for you? And please no werewolf stories.
I just finished reading Red Riding Hood—the version the newest movie is based on—and I have to say, not the best book I’ve read this year. Not enough about werewolves for starters. I guessed who it was about half way through the book but the story line doesn’t follow any of the usual werewolf tropes, not much anyway. Don’t even get me started on the ending. I think this is going to be one of those very rare cases where the movie far outshines the book. At least I hope so since I want to see the movie. Another thing that put me off was in the introduction where they tell you that it’s Leonardo Di Caprio’s film company who started the barrel rolling on this project. Not. A. Fan. The beach was alright in a very strange, drug related, should have done a few lines before seeing the movie, kind of way. (Not that I’m that way inclined, there are just some movies you should only see drunk or off your face.)
For those of you wondering...
“What big eyes you have.”
“The better to see you with, my dear.”
“What big ears you have.”
“The better to hear you with.”
“What big teeth you have.”
“The better to eat you with.” Followed by a growl...
If you read it or watch it, let me know what you think.
I'm a published author but I'm still mostly stumbling about in the dark looking for the right paths so this blog is about that, though sometimes something will give the me the shits and I'll have a bit of a rant. I'll try not to be offensive but occasionally my mouth opens without asking my brain's permission so I'll apologise in advance.