12 DAYS UNTIL HALLOWEEN . . .

DID YOU CARVE YOUR PUMPKIN YET?

I did. Just a little while ago. I'm drying the seeds and keeping some to plant for next year, and bake the rest to eat. Yum! This is the first pumpkin we've bought in ages--since I'm the only 12 year old in the house (tee hee). And love Halloween so much I want to change my birthday to October 31st.

So, I'm feeling a little lazy, and am not posting my usual Wordsmith 101 article today. It might have something to do with the fact that I had only one day off this past week, which was yesterday, and had to clean the house and go get groceries.

Plus, I've been working on my 3rd book's plot. I want to post something on this, but haven't got anything ready. (Did I say I was feeling lazy?)

Also, I'm entering the Publishers Clearing House. I've been doing this for decades now. You never know when you might be the one who wins. A couple who live right here in DeKalb just won the lottery, and they had been playing the same numbers for 25 years.

Do I feel lucky? I don't know if it's a feeling. I just think you throw the dice and if you win you win. That's all there is to it.

My husband procured three novels by Dean Koontz today when he popped into one of the student halls. That's what's so great about working around a college, you just never know what free stuff you might find. The titles are: Prodigal Son, City of Night, Dead and Alive--these are three of his Frankenstein novels. I've wanted to read them ever since I'd read about them in Koontz's "Useless News" newsletter--which I get every now and then. The man is not only prolific, but an absolutely flawless wordsmith. He can scare the heebeejeebees out of you, and on the turn around make your heart wrench enough to produce tears. If you have never read anything by this man I urge you do do so. If you enjoy a pulse-pounding tale, this man can spin them. I've also enjoyed a few where he could make me laugh, and then dread what the mad man/villain was about to do. I don't think there is another writer who has mastered not the suspense novel, keep horror/terror level up at such a high place, and still is able to spin such wonderful prose as he does. Merely reading through the reviews in the front of the book will make you ashamed you haven't read him, or genuinely proud that you have.

So, here I sit in my room, drinking a chai late--or my version of it--writing this on a lovely autumn day. I need to return to my notebook to jot down some things I've been working on.

I think I'll wait till next week to return to my Wordsmithing 101 post.

I'm just in a lazy place today.