
Okay peeps... did I just say peeps? I believe I did. And it isn't the first time. I used it once before a few days ago. When did this word creep into my vocabulary? These things scare me. Seriously. I have another random post day. I know I promised to distribute one of my awards today, but it occurred to me last night around 1am that weekends are not the best time for that sort of thing. I have noticed that people actually write less and live more on the weekends. Not sure what is up with that, but it is true. In fact, some Saturdays it is pretty bleak here in blogland. One of the only blogs I could count on was Chris's Saturday Snark and she is on vacation. I loved the Saturday Snark. Drats. I am going to go into a Snark deprivation. I suppose I could go into her blog and look at old ones. Moving on....
You might be wondering what I was doing up at 1am. Well, I have insomnia. Every night I go to bed at 11pm like clockwork. Then I lie in bed and toss and turn until about 1am. That is when I start to feel tired. Until then, my mind just has this internal chatter that I can't turn off. It is very annoying, in case you were wondering. Well, last night at about 1am things got interesting. I got the hiccups. Like my life wasn't already interesting enough. Hiccups. I started all of the traditional hiccup relievers, like holding your breath, when I remembered a suggestion that I got from a friend. A sure-fire cure. So I tried it. It worked. Now, I have your attention. I bet you are dying to know what it was. The only thing is it will make you look like an idiot. Of course, I was alone, so I didn't care. You ready? It requires that you talk to yourself. So that is what I did.

This is what I said: Okay. I dare you to hiccup again. Come on. Bring it. I bet you can't do it. Is that all you got? I am waiting. Still waiting. I am going to be dead before the next hiccup comes at this rate. This is freaking piss poor. How about I double dog dare ya? My goodness, this is the saddest case of hiccups that I have ever seen. I told you to bring it. Is this all you've got? I want to see some hiccups. This is pathetic.
It went on like that with variations for about five minutes. Not another hiccup. I even got up and paced the bedroom. I got nothing. I finally got back in bed. It was over. The case of the hiccups was officially closed.
On a more interesting note, I have been reading several blogs of late of fellow writers. I am learning so much. Simply writing well isn't enough. Sometimes you have to cut your teeth on four, five, six, seven novels before you hit the magic one that is the "idea." Sometimes it is finding the right agent. Mostly it is persistence. If you really love this thing called writing, and are willing to keep at it, the odds are that eventually you are going to nail it. Will it break your heart time and again before you get there? I am thinking that it just might. Will that make you a better writer? I am thinking that it just might. I guess my point is that I read fantastic writers right here EVERY DAY. I feel privileged to do so. Sometimes, one fantastic writer leads me to another. It is like this chain. That happened (again) today. It would happen more if I clicked on more links when I am on the pages of fantastic writers. Duh. Mental head smack. Skipping past me and my mental deficits and moving on to the writing deliciousness that I discovered...
While visiting one of my favorite reads BarMitzvahzilla (written by Linda Pressman), I clicked on one of her commenters, Debra L. Schubert, and discovered that Ms. Schubert has a lot (understatement) to offer as a writer. Whenever I visit a new blog, I read several posts to get a feel for what is going on. I am a picky adder to my google reader. Maybe I should call this the Saturday Snark, because that came out just a bit snarky, dontcha think? Anyway, as you know, I am not a big giveaway junkie. It really isn't my thing. However, this book looked pretty good. I read the interview with the author, and admit to being intrigued. So, I am posting a picture of the cover, and a link to Debra Schubert's page, so that you can check it out for yourself.
