
Best Sign Award, Skagway, Alaska.
The summer is coming to a close. It seems much too early to be heading back to school, but here it is. I’m happy that I’ve had so much time to write this summer. Here’s a recap.
What I did on summer vacation:
- Took an online class, Body Language Basics, from Margie Lawson, with my amazing writing buddy Vicki Tremper.
- Went to Alaska and enjoyed seeing a part of the country I’d never visited. My cousin and daughter went with me, and we had a fun girl’s week out.
- Worked on bumping my article count at Suite101.com to over 100. Apparently 100 is a magical number at Suite101. That’s the point at which writers begin to see real results from their efforts. I beg to differ. For me, the magic began at 101. An editor tore my 100th article apart, (gently, of course,) and I had some major rewriting to do. Thanks to her, it looks much better now. B-)
- Finished my novel, House of Chimes with the many EDITing pointers I learned from the class I took in June. (See number 1 above.)
- Swam almost every day, and spent lots of time with family.
- Started getting my recipes and cooking tips online at my new blog, DinnerMagic.
- Finally got on Facebook!
- Moved from Media Literacy to Writing Fiction as a feature writer at Suite101.
What I didn’t do on summer vacation:
- Lose those ten pounds I gained over the school year. I had a fabulous parent who brought treats for the class to school at least once a week. It shows on my tummy!
- Update this blog. Oops. I’m making amends for that now.
- Learn calculus. Yeah, I had big goals in that area, but the way I see it, calculus will still be there next summer.
- Start brushing my dog’s teeth. I know, I know, my vet tells me dogs need to have clean teeth to stay healthy. I prefer to give her lots of chew toys and denta-bones. And to not let her breathe on me.
I’m happy to see that my list of what I did is twice as long as the list of what I didn’t do. It makes me feel good. Now I need to stop blogging, and get to work plotting my next novel. I’m definitely a plotter, not a pantster.
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