tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85216748598123300182024-03-15T21:09:27.177-04:00Something Else To Distract meErinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13936046127305211439noreply@blogger.comBlogger461125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521674859812330018.post-21690132739484959992013-05-05T20:28:00.000-04:002013-05-05T20:28:42.740-04:00Saying goodbye... for now. <br />
I just deactivated my Twitter account. It's been a few months since I've updated this blog.<br />
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I'm going to say goodbye... for now.<br />
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I'm taking a big break from writing and I've put the dream of publication on back burning. I'm going to write for me. <br />
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Peace out.<br />
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And don't forget to be awesome. Erinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13936046127305211439noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521674859812330018.post-67114843819306550542012-12-03T21:05:00.000-05:002013-05-05T20:25:57.743-04:00stating the obvious So clearly I've been off line for a little while.<br />
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I wish I had some incredible and insightful reason for it, but the truth be told, I haven't written anything in over three months. I'm pretty sure this is my longest break from writing since I rediscovered my love of writing back in 2006.<br />
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I could go into so long rambling reasons for why I've been off line. But I won't bore you with the reality of my life.<br />
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I have been filling my time with dancing... which is odd since the last time I danced in public I was ushered off the dance floor by host of the party. He was afraid I would crush his grandmother, rightly so.<br />
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I've been taking classes and every time the instructor does something, I think, "There's no way I will EVER be any to do anything remotely close to that." Then I watch her do it two more times. My eyes scan the rest of the class and a few people can do it with some form of success, most can't.<br />
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Then I try.<br />
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Crap, I can do it. Just a little bit. Just enough to let me know it's possible and it's really hard.<br />
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Same thing with writing, or getting back into writing.<br />
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It's hard, (See the title of this blog post) but it's not impossible.<br />
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I've seen my friends victories. I know it's an achievable task.<br />
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I just need to get back into it.<br />
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And I will.<br />
But first, I need to practice dancing for a competition. No joke.<br />
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2012 is all about getting over my fears.<br />
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2013 will be about victories, no matter how small or humiliating.<br />
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<br />Erinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13936046127305211439noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521674859812330018.post-21515289168712834442012-09-18T07:00:00.000-04:002012-09-20T17:11:21.278-04:00Oh the irony....Yesterday I posted about SPAM and how I was getting it on my blog. I wrote an open letter asking people to stop because it's an ineffective form of communication. <br />
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Two regular readers left a comment... but the third, well, you'll see.<br />
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ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?! I GOT SPAM ON A POST WHERE I RANT ABOUT THE STUPIDITY OF SPAM!<br />
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Oh internet there's not enough John Green videos to off set your insanity from time to time.<br />
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<br />Erinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13936046127305211439noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521674859812330018.post-5636480401003824952012-09-17T08:29:00.001-04:002012-09-17T08:29:34.305-04:00Spam<br />
I don't understand spam. Not just the ham in a can but email spam. I don't need a larger penis.. I'm a woman. I'm not looking to meet singles in the area, regardless of their religion, I'm married. <br />
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Who falls for this?<br />
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Seriously?<br />
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Maybe if you were a time traveler from the 1930's you MIGHT fall for it. But if you've mastered time travel then you're smart enough not to give your money to some random prince who magically found you. <br />
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I'm finding my blog, which admittedly has been pretty inactive, has been getting a lot of spam comments.<br />
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"I love your blog, check out my blog, iheartfakeblogs.blogspot." Sigh.<br />
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Dear spammers, you're wasting EVERYONE'S time. Yours, mine and my mom, because she still reads all the comments on my blog. <br />
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Anyone else seeing this trend? <br />
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<br />Erinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13936046127305211439noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521674859812330018.post-87556313046660216572012-08-31T06:00:00.000-04:002012-08-31T06:00:16.004-04:00Writer problems: Revisions<span style="font-size: large;">Revision is like doing an invisible puzzle that only you can see and no one else cares about.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Yep. That's my feeling about revision right now. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">But the best part... the very best part is when you know you NAILED it! You fixed whatever problem was looming over your manuscript. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh the feeling of success! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh the joy!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh invisible puzzle for my enjoyment only, how I love and hate you. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">What's your metaphor about revision? </span> </span>Erinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13936046127305211439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521674859812330018.post-69392396191289843832012-08-29T11:05:00.000-04:002012-08-29T11:05:00.538-04:00Writer Problems: Not Trusting yourself<br />
I will admit it, I don't trust myself at all. Especially when it comes to project I've been trying to query. <br />
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Just when I think it's perfect, it gets rejected-- that's cool. Believe me this post isn't about rejection, it's about confusion.<br />
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Here's teh thing, every time it's rejected, it's for totally different reasons. So every time I'm rejected I look at the feedback, read through it, mull it over in my brain and think, "yep that sounds about right."<br />
Then I fix the problem... I send it off to again to a different agent and BOOM I'm rejected again for a TOTALLY DIFFERENT REASON.<br />
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I've done so many tweeks and changes, that I can't figure out what's right and what's wrong. <br />
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And here's the thing, I totally 100% thankful EVERY piece of feedback I've gotten. My feedback has been WONDERFUL. It's just it's all different. It feels like I'm getting shut at by an machine gun and not a sniper rifle. <br />
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So now I don't trust myself. I don't know which way is up. I only know this--- At it's core... I've got an AWESOME book, it's just the details I keep screwing up.<br />
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At this point I know perfection is out of my reach...but trying should be.<br />
<br />I have no solutions to this problem.<br />
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Maybe walking away for a little while and coming back to it is something. And the advice trusting yourself is easier said than done.<br />
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What about you? Does anyone else have this problem? Erinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13936046127305211439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521674859812330018.post-72488008905293061342012-08-27T09:28:00.000-04:002012-08-27T09:28:00.121-04:00Writer Problems: forgetting to write.This summer I was super busy. My kid refused to leave me alone. I traveled most of the month of July. I read a lot. I worked out a TON... like at least one hour a day. I don't want to brag but my butt looks amazing.<br />
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We did a lot of home redecorating, my daughter is now in a big girl bed.<br />
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It's been really productive. <br />
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But through all this busy time, I forgot something.... Something important. <br />
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Then I read a tweet from someone and it said, "a real writer writes, everyday no matter what."<br />
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Then it hit me what I forgot to do.<br />
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I forgot to write. <br />
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It's the end of the summer and I'm only 130 pages into my new manuscript. I didn't revise my old book and my book I'm querying still needs work.<br />
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HEADDESK.<br />
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To an average person 130 pages into a book sounds incredible.<br />
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But to a writer... well, we all know that it's a massive fail.<br />
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The muddled middle is impossible to write, it's when it the easiest to quit.<br />
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And there's the other projects looming over my head.<br />
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It's not like I have a publisher demanding these books.<br />
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<b>But now I've missed a fictional deadline imposed by no one for a project no one cares about. </b><br />
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And I feel like one massive failure.<br />
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Yes, I know you'll all try to give pep talk me about how my real life is important too and how it's all about balance.<br />
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I'm aware of this.<br />
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But alas blogging keeps me honest and I haven't been doing that either.<br />
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Really I'm worried that my priorities are changing.<br />
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What if I keep making excuses for not writing and I quit writing before I achieve my goals?<br />
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That's my big fear.<br />
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Thoughts?Erinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13936046127305211439noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521674859812330018.post-41889168206012929892012-08-20T06:30:00.000-04:002012-08-20T06:30:03.996-04:00When Magic Happens: Reflections from Warped Tour.A few years ago I wrote a book about a group of boys who started a band. I never got around to writing the sequel, the band's rise to fame. But I had every page mapped out, every conflict and character fleshed out.<br />
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Now as a writer, everyone once in a while, you write something on the page and it happens in real life.<br />
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When my husband and I were walking around the Warped Tour, we passed by a small stage. We I got there, a crowd of about twenty girls and one guy were enthralled with the band. I paused because the music was cute and catchy. But when I looked up at the stage, I realized exactly why these girls had stopped. EVERY MEMBER OF THE BAND WAS HOT.<br />
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Seriously how was that possible? <br />
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See the girl with the brown ponytale and glasses. Every time the lead singer looked at her she swooned. Literally. In my 33 years I've never seen a swoon in real life and it happened two inches away from me.<br />
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About one song in, I decided I needed to know exactly who I was listening too. So I checked the program the name of the band is Phone Calls from Home. <br />
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The lead singer kept looking out to the crowd and smiling, not this I'm a cool rocker and I'm smiling to get you to fall in love with me (because that would have worked too) But <i>something</i> was making him happy, like he was shocked it was really happening.<br />
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I looked around and saw at least another thirty people had stopped what they were doing and stayed to listen to the band. <br />
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Here's the thing... for me, this was EXACTLY what I wrote (or meant to write). The thing that only happened in my head was happening in real life, right in front of me. <br />
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By the middle of the set, I had stopped being a passer by and committed to being a FULL FAN... and that was BEFORE the bass player did a super cute stage dive and the crowd caught him. Which he seems genuinely surprised when it happened.<br />
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At the end of the set there were at least 200 people and the lead singer announced they were doing a signing and we should follow them. And we did. He lead us like a piper. By the time I got there, the crowd looked like this:<br />
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I waited in line, and behind me was one of my former students, sort of my worst nightmare. <br />
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Anyway I bought a tee shirt, a poster, a CD and a bracelet for $25. The band signed my poster and I told them, "dudes, I wrote a book about a band just like you guys... by the end of the book they were playing the Main Stage."<br />
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The lead singer looked at me ,right in the eye after taking a long drink of water and said, "let's hope your book is non fiction."<br />
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Then at the age of 33, I swooned.<br />
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They don't have a wikipedia page, only facebook and twitter pages. But according to their bio on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/phonecallsfromhome">facebook:</a><br />
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<i>"We are Phone Calls From Home. We play music with the intention of
helping people. We have found that a lot of bands have hopes of being
rich and famous, or hope that they can play their instrument as a
career. We have higher hopes than that. We want to use any fame or
success we get to influence people in a positive way. Teens today have a
hard time growing up. They struggle with boredom, depression,
peer pressure, their parents, and themselves. They look for happiness
in any outlet they can find and try too hard to fit in. We want to make
it easier for them by giving them someone they can relate to and
understand. Through our music, our advice, and our lives, we want to
teach our fans to be happier and help them find more purpose in life.</i><br />
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<i>That’s Phone Calls From Home. That is what we are about. If you agree
with what we are doing, support us: come to shows, and be a fan. If you
don’t agree, be a fan of the music anyway. Either way, smile. It’s your
life, be happy and be who you want to be."</i><br />
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Dave Place - Bass/Vox<br />
Zack Gowan - Guitar<br />
Danny Stockman - Drums<br />
Jason Vieira - Guitar <br />
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Seriously, are you swooning yet?<br />
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You're in love, are you?<br />
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Now hear their music:<br />
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Yes, you are in love with them now, aren't you?<br />
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GO FORTH MY READERS AND BUY THEIR MUSIC! <br />
You can get some of their albums on amazon. ( But I had a hard time finding the most recent album Live. Love but you can get it on iTunes. <br />
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Support smaller bands, like you would support a debut author.<br />
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Music is like writing a book that you can hear. OK that's stupid, because a book you can hear is an audio book. But you get my point. <br />
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Sometimes as a writer, magic happens. Sometimes as a musician magic happens. The best part of my summer was watching the magic happen before my eyes.<br />
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tour had so many bands I loved bands I've blogged about. I saw We Are
The In Crowd first. And I've got to say I love it when a band sounds
like their cd but the best is when they sound like the recording and
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bounce around from. Three stages all day seeing bands if various
degrees of fame... But all equally skilled. New found glory put it
best wrapped tour mixes up their line up every day because it's not
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Yellow card wanted the crowd to make the mistake of the day and crowd surf to the stage. </span>As the day went on, the crowds got bigger and as you can see, I couldn't get a good shot of the band. In fact, I couldn't see the band, just some guys with tattoos.<br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibY9C5U96XNklxudGMt5VBSqwWipXsYXsoSgSohsX-h3QO4cj-nTKS1jhEx_1wdLDcUFRDadUdcY4b2RLQ0T63JIoohAV_66UKPSN5dSJdNTqUrIJNWiNHROmZve06hiMSffJNexf6OQ4/s1600/2012-07-24_16-34-09_77.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibY9C5U96XNklxudGMt5VBSqwWipXsYXsoSgSohsX-h3QO4cj-nTKS1jhEx_1wdLDcUFRDadUdcY4b2RLQ0T63JIoohAV_66UKPSN5dSJdNTqUrIJNWiNHROmZve06hiMSffJNexf6OQ4/s320/2012-07-24_16-34-09_77.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Bayside was mellow.. Because that's who Bayside are. Emo rock and mosh pit but "guys let's keep it safe out there." </span></div>
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When done right, they are works of art. I love love love looking at tattoos. <br />
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But I feel like size does matter. Too big and it's tacky. Too small and well....<br />
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When I first saw this, I thought it was a mole. I think it might be a stick figure riding a bike. I saw teenage girls with bigger and better tats. See this makes me wonder, did he lose a bet? Did he run out of money at the tattoo shop? Does he even know it's there? Whatever it is... it's a total fail. <br />
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Here's a tattoo. It's not pretty, but at least he committed to it.<br />
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I've been thinking about getting a tattoo, any thoughts? Erinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13936046127305211439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521674859812330018.post-85773188982196357232012-07-25T12:56:00.001-04:002012-07-25T12:56:54.450-04:00Warped tour 2012- failed pick up lineThese next few posts will be Warped Tour 2012.<br />
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For ten years I've wanted to go to The Vans Warped Tour, for years it either came to town while I went one vacation, or all the bands I wasn't into. But this year, after my experiment with Pink hair, I decided this was my year to go. <br />
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For the next few days I will be blogging about the lessons I learned, and the bands I saw. <br />
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Today's lesson: Failed pick up line<br />
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So during Mayday Parade (one of my all time favorite bands) I overhead this conversation.<br />
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Pretty Girl: I can't inhale<br />
Stoner Boy: Oh I can teach you---<br />
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Yes Stoner Boy, this is knowledge you need to pass on to other people. (One a side note--- considering it was the WARPED TOUR... a concert event for Alt rock, metal and Skaters... you would think there would be a lot more illegal substances, but there wasn't any more or less then at any other concert experience.)<br />
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A few minutes later after she seemed not really interested in his lessons, Stoner Boy has not given up on his quest to woo the Pretty Girl.<br />
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In his versions of a sexy voice he said, "You smell good."<br />
Pretty Girl: what? (Unsure if she had heard him right)<br />
Stoner boy: You smell good.<br />
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Oh yes, the compliment every girl longs to hear from a guy who has smoked so much pot he's openly bragging about not returning to high school, from a guy who has lost all sense of smell himself.<br />
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Look I'm going to be honest with you, "you smell good," ONLY works in a compliment in a novel or a movie. Mostly because the reader CAN'T SMELL the character. But in REAL LIFE-- unless you're blind, it's impossible to tell someone--- ANYONE you smell good, without looking like a creeper.<br />
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And how did the pretty girl react?<br />
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EW! GROSS!<br />
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I know, dear readers, you were SHOCKED by the outcome.<br />
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The band came on the stage and they all lit up. Hubby and I left to watch the band in a less hazy area. <br />
<br />Erinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13936046127305211439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521674859812330018.post-18516758491261708222012-07-20T10:11:00.000-04:002012-07-20T10:11:37.866-04:00WEENEND OF AWESOME 2.0So I went traveling the last two weeks, first to South Carolina for a lovely visit with my parents. Then we did a family cruise for five days. (Parents out there- cruising is the way to go. My daughter loved the kids camp and I got plenty of time to read and write)<br />
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But the event that was most relevant to this blog was WEEKEND OF AWESOME 2.0 (insert dramatic music).<br />
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I'm sure if you've been reading the blogs you've heard it from a few people. <br />
This year it took place in Charlotte NC, a place that doesn't believe in road signs.<br />
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We stayed at cabin on Lake Norman. There were eight of us, three from Florida, three from Virgina, one for New York and I was traveling from South Carolina. Amazingly we all arrived within an hour of each other. <br />
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Friday we hung around, went food shopping and grossed over estimated how much food 8 women could eat. After the lulls of awkward silence, which most came from me over sharing, by the end of the night, we were all pretty cool with one another. Which in itself is amazing considering most of us didn't know each other at all.<br />
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Saturday and Sunday we had word wars, talked craft and the industry and had gigglefests. I wrote over 5k in my new novel and revised 31 pages. Of course the fact that we didn't have internet for two and half days helped with productivity. <br />
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I am snagging Holly's pictures and posting them on my blog, but I take ZERO credit for them, but I will take any money you're willing to offer me. :-)<br />
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So the whole event was awesome. Next year we're going hang out in a blue castle with princesses and talking animals. Because that's how the WOA girls like it.<br />
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<br />Erinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13936046127305211439noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521674859812330018.post-27296436132567045202012-07-05T06:00:00.000-04:002012-07-05T06:00:00.204-04:00Pink Hair and being you.I was a teenager during the 90's grunge movement. I wanted to dye my hair, pink, green, blue. Whatever. I so desperately wanted to join the goth kids because I liked their views of the world. I wanted to hang out with the kids who were in bands, because damn their clothes looked comfortable. <br />
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But alas, I didn't have the confidence to switches peer groups, dye my hair and buy new clothes. Mostly because I was too damn cheap and lazy to do any of that. Do you have any idea HOW MUCH WORK is to required to switch cliques? How much money I would have to spend going into New Hope and since my mom would be with me, how much time I'd have to spend in the Irish Heritage store? <br />
(That joke is only funny if you know that New Hope is a tiny town on the New Jersey/ Pennsylvania border where the 60's never died. It's got like 5 tattoo shops, 4 thrift shows, a Theater that shows Rocky Horror every Halloween, tons of antique shops and of course an Irish Heritage store. It's also were all the goth kids bought their clothes, or at least that's where they did back on the 90's, now they buy it at hot topic.)<br />
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Long rambling story short... I never dyed my hair.<br />
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Then I went to college... and still never got around to it. <br />
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Then I graduated and had to be a professional. Sign. It looked like I missed out on my opportunity for cool hair.<br />
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Then I started blogging and you know what I noticed, YA authors are SO STINKING CUTE... AND lots of them have fun hair: Stephen Perkins, Laini Taylor just to name two.<br />
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So I thought, maybe, just maybe I could pull it off.<br />
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Once again I talked myself out of it, I'm a mom, I'm a teacher, I'm 33 years old. Ho hum, time to be boring OLD me.<br />
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Today my husband and I are celebrating our ninth wedding anniversary, and a few months ago I asked him what he liked in a woman. he said, "Pink hair."<br />
"SERIOUSLY? I've always wanted pink hair." I yelled-- very loud. <br />
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FINALLY I HAD AN EXCUSE! I would dye my hair PINK as an anniversary gift for my husband! <br />
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I researched what pink hair would look like, I googled pink hair, I over thought how much I would dye--- I couldn't go TOTAL pink, after all I was a mom, 33 and a TEACHER--- who has SUMMERS OFF!!! And hair dye only lasts 6 weeks. <br />
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I decided on all pink on the back of my head and pink highlights throughout. I looked in the mirror and thought: wow, this is me. This is really what I'm supposed to look like. Fun, quirky and yet sort of sensible. <br />
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I love it. So here's pictures to prove the awesomeness:<br />
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So this got me thinking, it took me 20 years to work up the nerve to dye my hair, to finally feel 100% comfortable with who I am. And THAT'S why I write YA. For twenty years I had ugly girl syndrome because I didn't have the courage to be myself, to let my outside reflect my inner awesomeness. <br />
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For any teens out there reading, don't wait for an excuse to be you. JUST BE YOU.<br />
And I know it sounds super cheesy, and I know it sounds bad because I let a man change the way I look, and I'm well aware of how difficult it can be to be yourself. But it's the most rewarding adventure you can take.<br />
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Good luck!<br />
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Next summer I'm going BLUE!Erinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13936046127305211439noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521674859812330018.post-29767023557552931792012-07-03T13:39:00.000-04:002012-07-03T13:39:00.137-04:00Yes because all kid lit is exactly the same.So I was walking around my house of worship-- TARGET when I came across this. <br />
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At first I laughed, immediately casting Dora as Kitnass and Elmo as Peeta and the hilarity in my head ensued. Oh I had jokes about how The Map would help Dora find the others kids from the other districts so she could murder them. Cookie Monster seemed 100% appropriate in this story and Olivia was terrified she would be lunch.<br />
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<br />But the more I thought about it, the angrier I got.<br />
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Basically in target's mind, all children's entertainment is exactly the same. My four year old would equally enjoy Hunger Games because she likes Dora, right? Under 16 is all the same demographic? Well, isn't it? <br />
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Diary of a Wimpy Kids is totally geared to the same readers as Paper Towns. Right?<br />
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And I feel like I'm stating the obvious by saying, Um no.<br />
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A part of me feels like it's stuff like that, preschool imagery next to YA literature that makes it so hard for YA to be taken more seriously. <br />
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On the other hand, Target is marketing clear and recognizable brands. No one is saying the YA doesn't make money. Or that it's not entertaining. <br />
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With established <a href="http://shelf-life.ew.com/2012/06/08/james-pattersons-confessions-of-a-murder-suspect/">authors who tend to write for an adult audience </a>now jumping over to YA side, does that mean that YA is now legit or just a cash cow?<br />
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I'm sure I'm not the only one pondering this. <br />
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What are your thoughts on the topic? Leave them below <br />
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<br />Erinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13936046127305211439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521674859812330018.post-38775312432736213802012-06-28T06:00:00.000-04:002012-06-28T06:00:04.719-04:00Arrested over Revising? Really?So I saw this over on<a href="http://cheezburger.com/6355184384"> fail blog.</a><br />
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Then I decided to check out the whole article, which can be found <a href="http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/student-obsessed-with-revision-removed-from-school-904230">here</a>:<br />
For those of you who didn't have the time to read the article and assumed I would summarize it, you are right. Basically, the kid who didn't have a computer at home, showed up early to school to revise for a final exam. According to the school he was causing a disturbance and the police were called. No charged were filed.<br />
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So the teacher in me, sees a kid who is freaking out over his grades and has become obsessed and needs some sort of a wake up call. (hence the police) Simple fact is, the kid was going to get an A anyway. Sometimes the most humane thing a teacher can to do for an over achieving kid is say, "relax." But we also know that's can be completely futile. Once someone has something in his or her head, it's nearly impossible to change their mind. <br />
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The writer in me says, "let the kid revise already. He's right, it's got to be perfect. Or as perfect as he can make it at that moment in time. " <br />
Man if I was arrested for every time I went OCD on a paragraph in one of my manuscripts, I'd have a life sentence... although, I would have a lot more time to write.<br />
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<b>Thoughts on this case? </b><br />
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The Mirror seems to be the Fox News of the UK, so I don't know how reliable it is. <br />
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And if anyone know what a "swot" is, that would greatly help me understand the meaning of the text. Is it like the American SWAT team?<br />
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<br />Erinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13936046127305211439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521674859812330018.post-10182347741371773932012-06-25T06:00:00.000-04:002012-06-25T06:00:11.765-04:00Gems of the internetOh Ad Choices--- I'm not sure what you are other then a pop up add, but you're awesome. <br />
Every once in a while Ad Sense gives you a little gem. A picture next to an article that doesn't quite go together. Behold what I discovered on Saturday:<br />
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Yep an article about child abuse with a picture of a man holding a small half naked boy...<br />
Sometimes internet you're funny with your snarky use of brief language. But it's your unintended humor that bring hilarity.<br />
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Yes, I'm aware I'm going to hell, you don't need to point it out.Erinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13936046127305211439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521674859812330018.post-57450647567286008882012-06-18T09:34:00.001-04:002012-06-18T09:34:38.960-04:00How to live if you're a character in a bad bookSo I was going to post about non-events and insignificant accomplishments but instead I stumbled on this and I thought I should share. <br />
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It's from Cracked.com and if you haven't checked out this website you should. <br />
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Ask yourself, exactly how many of these mistakes have you made?
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My life has exploded in an array of both good and bad.<br />
<br />I've started a new novel, although admittedly it's taking a long to time get into it. Hopeful my word war with Holly will keep me motivated.<br />
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I've also started taking dance classes, which are super fun but a time vampire. <br />
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Happiest of all, I've completely fallen in love with my husband all over again. After being together for over decade, I recently woke up and realized exactly why I love him. So I've been trying to spend a lot more time with him instead of on the internet.<br />
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On the more tragic side, my grandmother passed away a month ago. It was a beautiful and peaceful death, but she was a private person and out of respect for her I've opted from blogging about it.<br />
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Most recently, one of my students suddenly passed away. He was an eighth grader and I taught him in seventh grade. The unspoken rule of being a teacher is you will attend at least one funeral for a student within your career. <br />
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Sometimes it feels like there aren't enough successes in my profession. Sometimes it feels like there are so many changes coming from people who don't understand children at all.<br />
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Sometimes you have to bury the student who sat in the third row.<br />
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It's easy to get overwhelmed and depressed.<br />
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Despite all the "sometimes," I ALWAYS have amazing students. I am constantly reminded that the world is a better place because my students will make the future better. <br />
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My heart and prayers go out to the student's family and all my students' families who are facing this highly personal tragedy. <br />
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With all the emotional stuff, I need a little blog break. <br />
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But I'll be back with witty and snarky things to say. Eventually. I miss you guys.<br />
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Enjoy your summer.<br />
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first trip to Boston I was four hours late, because there was a cloud
shaped like a bunny hovering somewhere over the Atlantic. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">My
return flight, my plane had issues and I decided to run for president
of the plane since clearly, I was going to end up living on the plane.
My election didn’t go as planned, I blamed a the smear campaign by my
rival who claimed I hogged the only plug at the gate charging my laptop
when it was already at 87%. I didn’t win. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Long story short, eventually I got home.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I
have to admit, I had reservations about traveling to Boston and then
driving two hours to Springfield. History tends to be repetitive and I
had good reasons to be worried. My flight to Boston was fine... there
was a slight hiccup with my connecting flight to Newark but I boarded
the plane with ten minutes before it was scheduled to leave. We got the
Springfield with very little traffic and no issues. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">But
Sunday is when the weather changed. Alicia and I left the conference
early, mostly because I was worried I wouldn’t make my 6:50 flight if we
left at 3. So we left at 2 and I was at the airport by 4:45. I joked
with Alicia- I’ll see you later. I was through Airport security and at
my gate by 5:15, with dinner in hand. Perfect. I surfed the net while
I decompressed when I got a email, my connecting flight from Newark to
BWI was delayed by 15 minutes.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Fine.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">No big deal.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Seconds later I got another email. My flight from Boston to Newark was delayed until 8:40... CRAP.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I saw the signs. I hopped up, got in line and changed my flight.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I called Alicia and ended up sleeping on her couch. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I
apologize for being a needy guest, since not only would I need her to
pick me up, but I would need a ride back, at 4:30 in the morning. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I also found out my grandmother passed away on the ride back to Alicia’s house. (More on that next blog post)</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Monday
morning I got to Boston Logan Airport at 5 am, the flight boarded and
left on time. YAY. Just when it looked like I would be home exactly as
scheduled... I would get home by 9:05 am! </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I
got to Newark, found my gate, sat down, looked up at the board and POOF
my flight was delayed. The flight after mine was canceled and a
terrifying word was spoken. SNOW. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">SNOW! IN APRIL!!! OH COME ON MOTHER NATURE.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The plane was delayed due to snow and if we didn’t leave soon, Newark had a chance of being snowed in. Sigh</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">At 8:30 we heard the plane was being de-iced. YAY.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">It arrived at 9:58. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">We boarded by 10:45. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I landed by 12:20. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">At 1 pm I finally walked through my front door. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I was smelly, cranky and exhausted. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Now what does this have to do with writing... well I think the metaphor is clear. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Don’t run for president of the plane if you’re paranoid whenever your laptop drops below 90% battery life. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">No,
really. When it comes to writing there might be delays, lIfe might be
in the way. You might not be where you want to be, whether it be
drafted, revised, edited, agented, or published, but as long as you have
a laptop, a plug and an outlet, you’ll be fine. Eventually it’s all
out of your hands. You have to put your trust in someone else. But it
will happen. You’ll get home. You’ll hit the final goal. </span>Erinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13936046127305211439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521674859812330018.post-1041153018264046952012-04-30T10:54:00.001-04:002012-04-30T10:54:08.266-04:00NESCBWI Conference-Over a week ago I went to the NESCBWI conference... wait a second, isn't that in NEW ENGLAND...<br />
Yes, yes it was.<br />
And don't you live in Maryland?<br />
Yes, yes I do.<br />
But Maryland isn't in New England.<br />
Nope, that's what airplanes are for --- which for the record, I won't be traveling by again to Boston. <br />
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Was it weird going to a conference where you didn't know anyone? <br />
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Um no, because how it that different from any other conference? <br />
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The whole time rocked. I could talk about the importance of the Keynote Speaker and all the break out sessions. (Which I will for some other blog) but what I walked out of that conference with was friends. <br />
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I love kidlit writers, seriously. We are the nicest people. I was a stranger from a strange land and I was instantly welcomed. <br />
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I shared a room with <a href="http://editedtowithinaninchofmylife.blogspot.com/">Heather</a> and it could have gone terribly wrong, I'm shocking socially awkward for someone who likes to be the center of attention. She's awesome... not a word I use lightly on this blog. Over the course of the weekend, she triumphed and I cheered for her. She's a mom, like me, she writes and blogs. She's me, but a way more mellow and cooler version.<br />
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Then I met <a href="http://www.thedragoncharmer.com/thedragoncharmer.com/Welcometothedragoncharmer.com.html">Jennifer Carlson</a>, I'm pretty sure she's a robot with perfect hair, she's a mom and like a billion other things. Seriously I was getting tired just listening to all the stuff she does. To get a SMALL glimpse of what she does, check out her website... and look at all the tabs.<br />
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<a href="http://laurapauling.com/">Laura Pauling,</a> was a very cool and down to earth view of self publishing, one I hadn't heard before. She's super cool and you should go check out her book and her info. <br />
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Then there's<a href="http://krisasselin.blogspot.com/"> Kris Asselin </a>who I might have bugged a whole bunch via email leading up to the conference. She was insanely supportive. <br />
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<a href="http://www.anshakotyk.com/blog/">Ansha Kotya</a> was another cool and level headed writer. Funny and generally awesome. <br />
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<a href="http://nandinibajpai.blogspot.com/">Nandini Bajpai-</a> everything about her was calm and soothing, she was funny and down to earth, she was handy with a camera and an iPhone. She isn't made out of bones and blood but out of WIN and Awesome.<br />
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<br />And as always I saved the best of last, my dear friend <a href="http://aliciagregoire.blogspot.com/">Alicia</a>. Not only did she drive in the rain for me, and introduce me to all her friends, but she kept me sane during an emotionally insane weekend.<br />
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So I left New England with new knowledge, witness a TED talk, a met and spoke with an agent, but most importantly I met a whole bunch of cool people. I can't wait to go back next year.<br />
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I will be updated the blog with more information about the conference and my LONG adventures getting home. But I really wanted to give shout outs to awesome people filled with awesomeness. <br />
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A few months ago my dear friend Alicia she said she was going to the <a href="http://www.regonline.com/builder/site/tab1.aspx?EventID=1033118">NESCBWI writer's conference.</a> I checked out the conference and then leeched onto her like a spinal fluid sucking parasite (I really hope that's not a real thing) and announced I was going too.</div>
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Have you ever been searching through your music library looking for that super cheesy song you had stuck in your head and you're totally ashamed to admit you bought Now That's What I Call Music 72993 because it had that song on it? Sure you have. And instead of finding that one song that rhymes baby with baby or president with president (CURSE YOU, TRAIN) you find that song that instantly makes you smile. It had been on the soundtrack to your life during a happier, simpler time. <br />
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You listen to it, with a slight fear, will it sound just as good you remember it? Victory! It does.<br />
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Yes. Rediscovery achievement unlocked!<br />
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It happens with music, books, TV shows, movies-- that nagging little feeling that hits you at some unknown time like while you're doing dishes or avoiding doing the dishes, a feeling that <i>something</i> out there was better than whatever you were doing at that moment.<br />
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Your brain pauses until it hits you. You remember now. An a piece of your world, your life you didn't even know was missing, returns like the prodigal son/daughter. You feel whole again, and you didn't know you were broken.<br />
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Sure sometimes it's art and other times it's people. <br />
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Reconnecting, rediscovering a person is the best.<br />
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Recently I rediscovered hubby. It's been awesome. We laugh more, the annoying little things don't annoy us, and I'm insanely happy.<br />
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Go out and rediscover someone or something. Enjoy it. Erinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13936046127305211439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521674859812330018.post-52353855945263872152012-04-01T19:35:00.000-04:002012-04-01T19:35:11.538-04:00SPRING BREAK ---see you in a weekIt's spring break, and while I could use this time to catch up on my blogging. I'm going to edit, get ready to query and read Percy Jackson...<br />
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Enjoy someecard's take on Doctor Who.<br />
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Yeah, it's a total deal breaker. Erinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13936046127305211439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521674859812330018.post-23104265862065207362012-03-30T06:44:00.002-04:002012-03-30T06:44:29.758-04:00Writer's Insanity--- FEAR<span id="internal-source-marker_0.6756288199394774" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Writers’ Insanity. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I’ve been meaning to write this for a while. As a write I’m am consumed by fear. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Here’s a brief list of very personal fears I have when it comes to my writing:</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">1) What if I’m not good enough?</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">2) What if I fail?</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">3) What if I end up being the only one of my friends without an agent?</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">4) What if I get an agent?</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">5) What if the agent can’t sell my book?</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">6) What if the agent does sell my book and people read it?</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">7) What if this is all a huge waste of time?</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">8) What if I look back on my time and think, I should have played with my kid more?</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">9) What if I’m successful? </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">10) What if I’m forced to quit my job as a teacher? (which if you know me by now, you know I LOVED IT) </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">That’s just a small sampling of fears I have. My biggest fears are 7 and 8. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">And
yet despite these fears, I really want to query. Why? Because even
though I know odds favor rejection, its hope that someone will like it,
someone will request it and hope beyond hope maybe an agent will offer
me a contract. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">For all the rejection and fears it’s the thrill of acceptance that I hope for. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Anyone else feel the same way? </span>Erinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13936046127305211439noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521674859812330018.post-6490770565254337442012-03-26T07:30:00.000-04:002012-03-26T07:30:02.801-04:00Happy Monday: My NookGenre: Tech<br />
Topic: Nook<br />
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In the battle of the e-reader tablets, iPad, Kindle, and Nook, my heart and soul belongs to my Nook.<br />
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Why? Because Barnes and Noble did it right. The publishing industry is in the middle of a revolution and they had to evolve. Did they innovate anything? Nope. But they made a quality product cheaper with a better battery life than the Kindle. <br />
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I have the Nook Color, it's like a tablet at the 1/3 of the price of an iPad. I surf the net, buy books at the touch of a button, I can play Angry Birds IN SPACE...<br />
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In the past six months I've seen more and more of my 7th and 8th grade students walk around with e-readers. I see more kids reading and you know what, it's awesome.<br />
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It's VERY motivational for reluctant readers- you only need to focus on ONE page at a time and you can't see how much you have left to read.<br />
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I'm a big believer in the e-reader. <br />
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I love my library.<br />
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I love my nook.<br />
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And one day I'll sit down and figure out HOW to borrow an e-book from the library... I'm sure there's a PDF somewhere I can read.<br />
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BTW Today is my HUBBY'S BIRTHDAY! Happy Birthday babe, I hope you enjoy the shirt I got you from woot!<br />
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