tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13219665486085147672012-05-23T01:53:32.728-04:00T C Mckeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08798243128846248604noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321966548608514767.post-8078309550535563592012-04-03T10:53:00.000-04:002012-04-03T10:53:53.145-04:00

I'm supposed to be working on revisions which should be done by now. And I can't even say I'm in the middle of them anymore with a clear conscience. Now I get to work on remodeling instead. Wonderful. NOT! Right when work slows down enough to permit me to write, the dishwasher decides to leak, ruining the entire kitchen floor, cabinets, the downstairs ceiling, and carpet. AWESOME! Okay, so now I

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Letting go is so hard sometimes. And to be truly honest, I didn't like completely let go or anything but I came to that spot in my WIP where I just needed to move in one direction or the other. I was bobbing in the water and I needed to either get out or continue to bob and wait for hypothermia to kick in. I opted for moving on. According to my kids, my toes are unnaturally tiny which I do not

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Hellooooo! I'm so excited! I bought a new computer. An I-MAC (choir sang as I opened the box). Holy Lord, I had no idea my old computer was so freaking slow. Blogging had become more like post, watch the wheel, and repeat. And for those of you who still have that whole word recognition thingy in order to post, I nearly had a brain aneurism every time I tried to post on your blog.  It took me like

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It's been just over a month since my last blog. Looks like I'm starting to develop a pattern. Finding the time to blog or blog hop has become next to impossible, and for awhile, I really struggled with it. But I know writers understand. There's the push to get out there, market yourself a little, but I'm not one of those people who can multitask so well. I run a business, a family, and I try to

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Omigosh it's that time of year again, the time for all those resolutions and whatnot. Mine are a total bore this year. Heck, I'm not even being original or anything. I pledge to myself and my jean closet (it's just a regular closet that has jeans in it, didn't mean to make it sound like I had a whole closet dedicated to jeans) that I will lose ten (15) pounds before summer and hang these fat

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So, I've been MIA for like ever and to those of you who have not decided to un-follow my blog, I'd like to say I appreciate you still being there or um here. Right now I'm trying to Christmas shop, work, wrap presents, write, and in the midst of all of that, I'm trying to become the doggie whisperer. I know I'm not supposed to feel guilty about blogging or not blogging, but sometimes I just do

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Okay, so I'm not NaNoing per say. But I decided to take the advice of a friend and just fool around with a few of those floaty things that seem to be captivating my mind during the drive home from work. I was worried that working on something else would take my mind too far away from my current, sometimes eternal looking WIP. And maybe it has to some degree, but its nice to work on something

T C Mckeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08798243128846248604noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321966548608514767.post-64373587787922386172011-10-30T16:31:00.000-04:002011-10-30T16:31:27.486-04:00

For me it wasn't even a question. I admire those of you who are taking on the project of writing a 50,000 word novel in a month. I've been working on just one for well over a year. I think I may be a little challenged. I'm not even sure my husband actually believes me when I say I've been writing. To him, writing a novel must take most of your lifetime because it's not looking like I'll be done

T C Mckeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08798243128846248604noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321966548608514767.post-71621347041820621702011-10-19T00:32:00.001-04:002011-10-19T00:42:00.474-04:00

So I decided after like three weeks to sign into my totally abandoned blog. I. Am. A. Loser. Is it me, or does it seem like someone pressed the fast forward button? Summer is over. No one told me. This afternoon, I nearly had a panic attack in Wal-Mart. There were pumpkins everywhere, and beside them, Christmas decorations and turkeys. What the? Can we not have one holiday at a time, people? Sigh

T C Mckeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08798243128846248604noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321966548608514767.post-57180767315723874292011-09-25T21:35:00.000-04:002011-09-25T21:35:21.908-04:00

  So I'm back from my vacation in Bermuda and I'm missing it already. To say that I had a bit of R&R would be putting it mildly. I lounged around the pool all day, sipping lovely little fruity drinks that some tanned guy named Javier kept bringing me. Well okay, his name wasn't really Javier but he didn't seem to mind that I kept calling him that, although, when I tried to use his wash board of a

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Helloooooo fellow bloggers. I've been away in Bermuda being bad but I am back. Hopefully if time permits I'll have a real post and some pictures out before the end of the week. Hope everyone in the writer/blogging world have been wonderful this week. I look forward to catching up.

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Goals, we all have them. Reaching them, well, that's quite the conundrum. Sometimes I think its about fear. Like if we actually reach our goals, then what? I've been trying to finish rewriting my MS. I get on a roll then I just back off. It's like I'm afraid to be finished. It's so...FINAL. Then again, maybe its what's lurking behind the finish line. Literary agents, synopsis's, and query

T C Mckeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08798243128846248604noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321966548608514767.post-90232021588234403022011-08-26T11:46:00.001-04:002011-08-26T11:47:45.577-04:00

I have a new routine. I wake up, grab a cup of coffee, eat a bowl of cereal, sign into blogger, and stare at the screen. I've been doing this since my last post. This time, I thought I'd write something. Seemed like the thing to do since I'm already signed in and everything. So, I was wondering how many of you actually read the genre in which you are trying to write? Sounds like a crazy question

T C Mckeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08798243128846248604noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321966548608514767.post-89350413661337174272011-08-10T11:04:00.000-04:002011-08-10T11:04:46.784-04:00

I cannot believe I just picked up the fall schedules for the kiddos last night. Neither can one of my daughters. She sort of stared at a blank spot on the wall while holding the list of classes in her hand. Her sister waved a hand in front of her face. She blinked but she hasn't really spoken since. We expect the reaction. I've got one daughter who loves school and hates summer then the other who

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So Happy first day of August, people. I can't think of a better way to welcome it than with a blogfest that makes you use your brain when its a hundred degrees outside. Thanks in advance to our host Madeleine over at Scribble and Edit for thinking up such a fun idea. I found out about this a few weeks back, and at the time, I could think of a ton of titles, but now I'm near blank. Should

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Er-I'm now convinced I'm stuck in the ninth grade. Okay, so here's the story. I go to Sam's, ya know the buy 2000 rolls of toilet paper in bulk store for those of you who may not have one. My husband headed for the tire department and that brought on a bout of clairvoyance for me. I just knew I'd be bored to tears but I blamed it on the smell. Always stick to the nausea claim when looking at

T C Mckeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08798243128846248604noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321966548608514767.post-35565398983103374662011-07-17T19:31:00.000-04:002011-07-17T19:31:38.993-04:00

Okay, so I haven't been posting much the past few weeks. Work has been crazy hectic,which is a good thing and I've been trying to devote my time to characters and revisions. I'm cool with the whole character thing. I feel like I'm dating them half the time, and so far, none of them have broken up with me or even begun that whole its me not you conversation. I'm totally grateful. I mean, when

T C Mckeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08798243128846248604noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321966548608514767.post-76686529777549639112011-07-13T10:24:00.001-04:002011-07-13T10:25:11.272-04:00

Well, I'm down about 4 pounds and I'm seriously considering filing attempted murder charges against Jillian Michael's. The woman is a pit bull with barbells and that shouldn't be possible considering she shouldn't have any thumbs. I purchased her Thirty Day Shred video and began level 1 about 5 days ago. Holy Cow! By day two, I couldn't even sit down without looking like I'd had a stroke or

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I have just cheated my own blog. I've revised yesterday's post and thought I'd throw in something a little more important like what I just found. Our awesome blogging buddy Madeleine Maddocks is hosting a Blogfest over at Scribble and Edit. It sounds like a lot of fun and a little bit of a challenge when you think about it. Head on over there right now and sign up. Then I found this. It's a

T C Mckeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08798243128846248604noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1321966548608514767.post-50353642063514295652011-06-30T22:45:00.000-04:002011-06-30T22:45:45.760-04:00

Its nearly the end of yet another week. I've just finished reading City of Fallen Angels. Thought it was the last book in The Mortal Instruments Series. Guess what, its not. Imagine my surprise as I got to the last page. Now I only have to wait about a year for part five. Gah! I've been writing a lot. I need to take a break and visit everyone's blog, see what you've all been up to. Other than

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This is not a book review. Promise. I'm still in revisions. Most of you already know that. As I've gone through my WIP, yet again, I've been trying to ask myself certain questions. One of them is always about conflict. Is there enough of it? Is it in the right places? Will anyone care? And lastly, will it make a readers mouth drop or cause them to lose sleep? No. No. Maybe. And no. So, now I'm

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Ever feel like Captain Jack Sparrow when it comes to making progress? I generally do. An entire vicious tribe of revisions just chasing you down.  I wish I could run like that. Totally  hilarious. At the very least, my lot of revisions could be entertained while waiting on progress. I think I could watch him run all day. A true work of art. In case you haven't guessed, my daughter and I went to

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 For those of you who have requested pictures of my new creative space, here you go. I'm so excited. It turned out better than I imagined. The hubbs even hooked me up with XM. It's amazing how  the creative energies start flowing when you have a space of your very own. I mean, already, the dog has apparently discovered some sort of doggie portal that must lead to a super secret bone heaven with

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The office is all done except for new carpet which would be great.  Sometimes, you can't have everything all at once. Like my mother used to say, "beggars can't be choosers." I was definitely a beggar needing a new office so I'll take this one any day of the week. Having my own space is awesome. I was able to sit last night with some peace and quiet and take a long look at my WIP. There were a

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Okay, so I've been knee deep in following my dreams this week, well, some of them anyway. I've been ranting about my own space for what seems like forever and finally my family can take it no more. Thank God. How long does one person have to roll their eyes before someone notices? So at last, my office will no longer be at one end of the kitchen table. When one desk is picked up from some

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