A Word (or two) on Writer's Block from Brodi Ashton

Okay, obviously I'm catching up on a lot of web surfing this week. But when I finally got a chance to read this blog by Brodi Ashton it made my day in an awesome way.

The whole post is totally worth it but I'm going to have to copy the song and print out the lyrics to put by my computer.

Go check out "The Writer's Block Song" :)


Thanks Cranberry Fries for bringing it to my attention!

A Quote from The Angel's Game

I've just begun this one so I can't say whether or not it will earn my universal recommendation. But the opening lines stuck with me for the rest of the day.

"A writer never forgets the first time he accepted a few coins or a word of praise in exchange for a story. He will never forget the sweet poison of vanity in his blood and the belief that, if he succeeds in not letting anyone discover his lack of talent, the dream of literature will provide him with a roof over his head, a good meal at the end of the day, and what he covets the most: his name printed on a miserable piece of paper that surely will outlive him. A writer is condemned to remember that moment, because from then on his is doomed and his soul has a price."-- from The Angel's Game by Carlos Ruiz Zafron

A Note From My Friend Tristi

I ran across this post by my fabulous friend Tristi Pinkston and thought it needed a little extra attention.

Pop on over to her blog and read You Might Just Save A Life. It's something we all need to be a little more aware of in a "take care of me first" world.

Accounting for the Last Months of My Life

Did you notice I’ve been gone? Don’t feel bad, I didn’t either. Sooo, the big question is: what has Alison been doing that she forgot to blog?

Um. IDK.

Here’s the best accounting I can give.

Number of weeks it takes to make a heart-wrenching decision: 3
Number of illnesses: 1
Number of hours it takes to make a suicide drive to Arizona: 34
Number of miles driven over two weeks: 5,000
Number of hours it takes to go on a shopping spree with my sister: 13 ½ -she’s a very bad influence ;)
Number of meals my mother tried to feed me: 45
Number of times I had to tell the boys to knock it off before I knocked their heads together: 625
Number of hairs picked off of my coat from having 2 dogs sit there for a total of 4 days: 1 billion
Number of books read: 9
Number of words written: 754
Number of times I had to watch my daughter kiss her boyfriend: 7 (shudder)
Number of days I got to see my other daughter: 12
Number of weeks it took to get over the heart-wrenching decision and figure out what to do next: Still working on it.

There you have it. My life in a nut shell. I promise we’ll get back to more interesting stuff soon!