2016 Goals

I have a few goals for 2016. *clears throat* *takes a deep breath*

  1. Finish long version of CIASG (8,000 words left to go!)
  2. Revise/polish/edit CIASG
  3. Submit CIASG to agent(s)
  4. Finish draft one of the goblets novel
  5. Polish medium-length version THIAG
  6. Submit THIAG to publisher(s)
  7. Finish draft one of YA novel

Those are my goals. If I don’t meet them…Well, I’m won’t give myself a hard time. I’ll make that goal eight:

8. Chill

Keep your pen on the page, and in case I don’t see ya: have a happy New Year!
Beth

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The Flu Before Christmas

This one is for an anonymous family member (feel better)!

Inspired by the poem by Clement C. Moore:

 

‘Twas the night sweats and shivers, and I felt like a louse;

Germ gremlins were crawling all over the house;

Tissues were strewn about without care;

All hoped that a doctor soon would be there;

The children were drugged up, stuffed up in their heads;

While dribbles of Nyquil ran down the lengths of their beds;

And mamma with her ‘kerchief, and I with my nightcap,

Had just hunkered down, if not for a dirt nap,

When out on the lawn their arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed…and lost control of my bladder.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tripped over the curtains and ripped down the sash.

The feeling you get when your nose gets too cold?

I held up a tissue, and then I did blow.

Then what to my blood-shot eyes did appear,

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny deer.

Actually, they were stars circling around my sore head,

But how’s I to know the difference? I should be in bed!

So here me exclaim as I drop out of sight:

Merry Christmas to all, and to all gesundheit!

Drawing a Blank

I’ve been a bit…ah, tongue-tied lately, hence the blog silence. Birthday/Christmas/New Years tends to do that to me. Oy vey.

I get one thing in mind (like Christmas), and that’s about all I can think of. So, until the holidays are over and the winter gloom settles in, I don’t think much will be happening at the Overmyer household.

…besides tea-drinking. There will ALWAYS be tea-drinking.

Randomosity from today:

  • Had a writer friend over today and, well, WROTE

Before that happened, I:

  • Baked scones
  • Cleaned

After that I:

  • Washed dishes
  • Wrote more

Can’t you just IMAGINE how exciting my life is right now? Huh? Can you? CAN YOU?!?!??!?!??!?!?

Okay, backing off now…

The Cat has been waking me up at 3:30 in the morning by trying to open gifts. Seriously, Cat, NOT YOURS. Naughty. Coal for you this year!

Well, that’s all I’ve got. Off to think about Christmas probably.

Keep your pen on the page and share the egg nog,
Beth

Jolabokaflod

“Gesundheit!” you say? WRONG. I did not sneeze. Jolabokaflod, the word that has been circulating the web is the Icelandic tradition translated as “the Christmas Book Flood.”

What is the phenom? It is GLORIOUS! On Christmas Eve, people give each other BOOKS! Squeee! So, I may or may not have bought a bunch of books for friends and family to be given on the day before Christmas 😀

I am soooo excited! I’m even going to include chocolate (taking the book to bed with chocolate is part of the tradition, btw.) I hope to make this a new tradition.

Every year, my mom gives my sister and me each an ornament that has something to do with what has gone on during the year. Example: last year I “finished” writing “Scotch” (now under a new title.) So she got me a bottle of booze…ornament. Hehe.

What are some of your traditions? Think you’ll participate in Jolabokaflod?

Whatever you do, keep that pen on the page!
Beth