Well, here we all are, itchy and wriggly, as if the space outside our comfort zones was composed entirely of nettles.
Kira, challenged by Mir to pick up her pen and WRITE, says she “is bothered and annoyed by the unyielding nature of time. She has yet to find a suitable daily block of time to write, and has resorted to snatching tiny pockets in her day. It is an unsatisfactory solution. She is a complete failure who should never show her face in public again. She is also somewhat less than adept at that whole “perspective” thing people have been nattering at her about. Whatevs.” To which I say pish and also tosh, and also, minute snatching is WINFUL and worlds better than hand-throwsing-up-in-despairsing-and-quittsing.
Gray, also stepping outside her zone by putting fingers to keyboard, says, “I’m now awake at least as many hours as I spend sleeping. VICTORY! I hate to jinx myself, but my stigmata seems slightly better. Hard to tell; my thinking is extremely WISHFUL. I am very happily writing my little heart out. Check out Gray James and see if I keep my promise to post again. All signs point to…” I dunno where … is exactly, and I think all signs point to YES. Good job!
Lydia, speaking as one of the Virginia Janes says, “I recorded some songs I wrote. Contemplating releasing them for FFP consumption in my upcoming post. Also my stair climb is on Sunday. Yay for me.” Yoda responds, “There is no contemplate. There is only POST or POST NOT.” I pick post!!!! Plus she promised. Also, how very cool that it is time for the charity stair climb for the UP Center from challenge one!
Mir says, “Mir is still bravely undecided about her children’s educational future, but she’s definitely leaning towards… ha! Fooled you! Undecided, people! (Why yes, she is feeling a little stressed out about it, why do you ask?) Twitchily yours, Mir.” To which I say, Waffle on, Mir, you non-deciding Rock Star. Mir’s nickname for me, you should know, is “Plan Cat.” Plan Cat likes PLANS, and I am a little in awe of anyone who can go for even a MINUTE without one.
As for Plan Cat (aka Joshilyn, aka me), I have continued to put myself forward, which makes me want to vomit because what if you think my hair is weird and you do not like me? (Yes. I am twelve.) Even so, in the spirit of discomfort, I have been ramping up the promo for Backseat Saints, posting on Facebook about the FAN page and asking people to “Like” it and even starting the VIRTUAL BOOK TOUR on my blog with 7 reasons why everyone on the planet should buy my book instead of my usual fast and apologetic link with an immediate subject change. I even threatened DEATH. (Mine, not yours.) The whole thing makes me feel like a scabby kneed Girl Scout banging at your door, pegging you with Thin Mints and demands for Camp Money, but, as my editor keeps telling me, if I am PROUD of the book, which I am, I shouldn’t be so skittish about telling people it is worth buying. After all, she says, most people actively LIKE Girl Scout cookies, which, yeah. Me, too. Especially Samoas. So.
Meanwhile, HOW ARE YOU? Are you in the nettles with us or have you made a run for the comfort of your picnic blanket? Inquiring Plates want to know.