Harry Potter Best Buddy Blogfest

Michael Di Gesu is hosting a sweeeeeeet blogfest today!

Simple, fun, my kind of blogfest! Go get in on the action!

All you have to do is sign up and tell the world which two characters would you want for your BFF, AND what kind of  trio would you be? Isn't this GREAT!? We need something fun for this HUMP day.

So, I thought and thought...then thought some more.  And came up with a problem. You see, I thought of my friends in school and I had different kinds in different "groups". I like all kinds of people, hang out with all kinds, and always have. SO, I couldn't pick JUST two. BUT I could pick 2 sets that best fit the kinds of people I grew up friends with(and still am friends with most today!)


First up we have the girl group. These lovely ladies were my giggles and shoulders. They had my back, were(are) brave, strong, and tough. Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet would be my girls. 


Second group, the boys. I loved having boy's as close friends. They were funny and never seemed to need to treat me as "the girl" in the group. I ran with their pack, played their delinquent hoodlum guy games, cursed like the best of them and could throw a punch. 

So my second choice was easy. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin would be my boys. Smart, funny, rugged, loyal, sympathetic, but could also be brutal. (no one said the students had to be in HP's time!)


Hop around and find out who everyone's BFF's would be! Or just tell me here! 


Happy Wednesday lovies!

You Shall Be Named . . . What?

Forgoing my regular Monday post full of catchup stuffs and nothing in particular, I'd like to move Writery Wednesday to today since Wednesday will be for Michael's HP Blogfest. You're welcome.

(Feeling much better this week! Thanks everyone for the well wishes! Got some pampering from the sweet hubs, lots of rest, and bunches of movies this weekend! ((Crazies, Red Riding Hood, Sucker Punch, Eat Pray Love, and the TV series Eureka!)) so feeling better.)

My damn-near finished novel has always had a name. It's what I have called it since I changed the main character's filler name(anna) to her permanent one. (My characters always have a filler name in the beginning until I settle. It's weirdly, usually always Anna. Except the newest idea's character is Annalee, for some reason. Weird, right? I don't even realize I do it when I'm furiously putting down a new idea before it's lost!)

ANYWAY, naming characters has never been a problem. I love the name hunt, actually.

But...book titles? Not so much...

I'm to the point that the title is becoming a problem. I know authors don't have the final say in titles, usually, but it's still important to have something good, appealing, attention getting, curiosity evoking, and memorable in the first place when you approach and agent. Can't just call the damn thing...My Damn Thing.(can I?)

So how do you do it? What is your method? Where do your titles come from? Do they just show up or do you have to brainstorm?

I'm not worried about finding my title. I know I will, I have some plans and some very creative and smart people with my back. I was just curious about how you guys do it!

 Happy Monday! Hope you all had a great weekend and have a great week!

F.F. Sicky

Ugh! Okay, I really want to apologize to everyone. I started off this week with the best intentions to read all my blogs, be a good follower, answer all the comments I got in emails and then...I got knocked on my ass. It's Wed night as I type this apology and all I want to do after a long day toughing it out at work is crawl in bed and die.

I don't say any of this to make anyone feel sorry for me, it's I that truly feel badly about not getting back to everyone like I planned! So, I'm sorry you guys!

Anyway, on to FF!

As I have spent half a day in bed watching TV/Movies and will continue on the quest for perfect body indentation until illness has left this house, here are some (inappropriate) commercials to enjoy!












Happy Friday! Have a great weekend!

Writing Accusation

Has this ever happened to you? Do you worry that it might, one day?


PLAGIARISM!

Does it haunt you? The thought that maybe, one day, you could accomplish your dream, get published and then...DUN DUN DUUUUUUUN...someone calls you a thief?(Didn't till now? Whoops...my fault...)

Me neither.

Okay, so, unless you consciously are a thieving liar, then I doubt you'll ever have to worry. But what about when you're busy writing a book, editing you book, or submitting it and someone comes along and publishes that idea, close enough that you just *facepalm*?

Do you keep going? Do you quit? Try something else? Break stuff and insult the authors mother?

Me (it happened a little over a year ago) I finished off the novel and put it in a drawer. I quit it...and used some bad language against someone who is probably a very fine person and not at all what I said nor did the things I suggested they do. (tempers.)

BUT, my version blew in comparison. It was a smidgen too generic and the other guy wrote it better. I'm the kind of person that knows when to let go and not regret it. (JNCO's, let 'em go. Wearing 12 necklaces at once, Let it go((oh...high school...)) Diets, let 'em go)

So, if faced with that situation, you just have to use your best judgment. If your judgment sucks, ask a friend. But either way, it's up to you if you give it up or keep it alive.

Here are some questions can ask yourself: Is my idea better? Is my idea stronger? Is my idea different enough? Am I good enough to make this work? Do I love it enough?

If you answer "yes" to any of them, see where you can take it! And don't lose heart.

Also: Did you get your copy of Wither yesterday? This gal did. Hazzah!  

Happy Wednesday!

SPAM man! And my own WINNER!

Talei @ Musings of an Aspiring Scribe gifted me with the Stylish blogger award! Thanks sooo much Talei!!
(duties have been performed for this award previously)

Not often do I get a forward that makes me giggle quite so hard. So this Monday I just want to pass on the giggles.

I DID NOT WRITE THIS. I DO NOT KNOW WHO DID OR I WOULD SO CREDIT YOU! (please don't sue me ;)

"Best friends graduated from medical school at the same time and decided that, in spite of two different specialties, they would open a practice together to share office space and personnel.

Dr. Smith was the psychiatrist
and Dr. Jones was the proctologist.

They put up a sign reading:
"Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones: Hysterias and Posteriors".

The town council was livid and insisted they change it.

So, the docs changed it to read:
"Schizoids and Hemorrhoids"

This was also not acceptable, so they again changed the sign.
"Catatonics and High Colonics"

...No go.

Next, they tried "Manic Depressives and Anal Retentives"

...thumbs down again.

Then came "Minds and Behinds"

...still no good.

Another attempt resulted in "Lost Souls and Butt Holes"

...unacceptable yet again.

So they tried "Analysis and Anal Cysts"

...not a chance.

"Nuts and Butts"

...no way.

"Freaks and Cheeks"

...still no good.

"Loons and Moons"

...forget it.

Almost at their wit's end,
the docs finally came up with:
"Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones - Odds and Ends"

I hope you had an awesome weekend!! Oh, wait, you all probably want to know who won Alexia and my SPD Blogfest from last week! Well, it was REALLY hard to choose just one! You guys were bringing the awesome writing for sure! 

But Alexia and I got together Sunday and narrowed them all down to our two picks, though we wish it could have been more like 40 something winners. 

Without farther diddling around...I had to go with TRACY! @ Forever Endeavor. She wrote a hilarious bit that totally caught me off guard. Go check it out and see for yourself! 

And Tracy, if you would please email me your book choice and address I'll have your prize out asap! ce dot murphy at yahoo dot com.  


(For Alexia's winner go to her page.)

Happy Monday!

ROLL CALL! Speak Now or Be a Loser!

(Hey, I gave you the choice...)

Thank you to EVERYONE who participated in Alexia and my very first blogfest on St. Patrick's Day! And to everyone who hopped around, even if they didn't have the ability to enter (we understand. Life gets in the way of extra stuff a lot. No worries!)

It was a blast!! You guys ROCK!

BUT:

Dudes, I just want to verify I have seen and have everyone's name down on my list of who's entered into the contest. If you have written a post for the SPD Blogfest hosted by the lovely and talented Alexia Chamberlynn and myself, and I have confirmed via comment that I have seen you, then you're entered!

IF NOT, let me know now that we have not been by to see y

Also:

Are you ready?

I am...

Happy weekend!

SPD Fest Baby! Blarny! Arse! Bollocks! Sexy Accents and Such!

Happy Thursday! Did you all wear your green today?

I donno about you, girls, but I am a SUCKER for the Irish accent. Dudes, take note! 1.Get the accent and 2.you will get the babes. Proven fact. Don't believe me? FINE! Be alone then! 

Okay, I broke the rules but as one of two of the creators of this fest, I can, so nanner-nanner-boo-boo. It's longer than 200. But again. My game. I get to.

We had an amazing turn out for this fest! Thanks everyone for being so incredibly awesome!! Alexia and I will pick our 2 winners by the end of the week! Keep an eye out for the announcement on MONDAY!!(Alexia will post her's on her site, me on mine.)  

    Green lights flickered in the distance. I managed to find a secluded patch of grass to pass out on. The hill overlooked all the downtown action but I was tired of the noise and needed to get away. Cool night air folded blades of grass onto my cheek. It tickled but my Guinness-heavy arms couldn't brush it away. Just as that all too familiar black, solid sleep hit I thought I saw a flash of green velvet and gold buckles.

    “Poke her,” a too high pitched voice to be human said near my head.

    “You can't poke the princess!”

    Princess? Did I pass out in the 1800's? 

    My eyes opened but the haze didn't lift for some of the longest seconds I have ever known. Little men with fuzzy faces, green velvet suits with gold accents, and curly shoes were crowded around me. 

    “Give her some air,” one snapped at the small – and I meant that literally – crowd. 

    Head pounding, I sat up on my elbows, eyes darting around me. I felt weird. Hung over, yes, but my skin was being assaulted by a strange sensation. When I looked down, I found the culprit. A gown of silk and silver draped over me. Ringlets bounced on my shoulders as, startled, my accusing gaze glared at each little man in turn. 

    Someone had changed me, seen me naked! 

    “Amber,” a booming voice called to me. Not small or pitched right to belong to one of the tiny men and nothing but my name was spoken.

    I found him, standing tall and commanding behind the crowd. It parted as he drew near. His hand motioned for me to take it. When I did, his strong arm lifted me from the ground. He was ugly as sin. Though his smile was obviously meant to be comforting, the sneer, full of gangly, yellow teeth, did nothing to ease my fear. His eyes were what made me believe he was trying to be kind. They were soft and bright green, sparkling like glitter. 

    He filled me with magic, from my perfectly dyed blond hair, to my pedicured toes. It tingled within me, almost painfully. And the little men bowed low, their noses touching the grass. 

    The ugly stranger, a King it would turn out, gave me magic. The little men -leprechauns-gave me adoration.  

    And that is how I became the Leprechaun Queen – drunk and passed out on a hillside in Ireland on Saint Patrick's Day. 

                                                                                                                                      ~Colene Murphy


Hop around! Enjoy the festivities and Happy St. Patrick's Day my friends!