Today’s Thursday’s Thirteen is at my blog: http://ladyjanice.blogspot.com/2012/09/thursdays-thirteen-save-water.html
This week Thursday’s Thirteen is at my main blog with more of my photos: http://ladyjanice.blogspot.com/2012/08/thursdays-thirteen-harvest-season.html
I took one trip already to Huntington Lake, but wanted to go back when the snow had melted to get a better feel for the place. Yup, this is where my Arcon colony will be set in my book when it comes out.
1. a lovely creek
2. First view of Hunting Lake
3. This lovely building is the general store
4. A line of cabins
5. a medow
6. Some tall trees. Hunting Lake is surrounded by a dense forest.
7. I thought this log looked like a monster.
8. Blue Lupine.
9. These little blue butterflies were every where. Also some bigger butterflies and one flew down my shirt.
10. Butterflies were going crazy for these bushes. If you’ll look closely you’ll see a big one in the foreground.
11. This is my hubby in the hat, my daughter on the log and my daughter’s BF with his hands in his pockets.
12. more tall trees.
13. Sail boats on Huntington Lake
I made a video of the road trip
Have you gone on a trip recently?
I forgot to post this yesterday.
I was thinking about all the reasons I don’t have time to write a Thursday’s thirteen this week and then realized that I could do one.
Thirteen reason why I can’t do a Thursday’s thirteen this week.
- I’m tired.
- I worked in my garden and my arms, back and everything hurts. Is it possible for hair to hurt?
- I still need to put in my tomatoes into my garden. I know-I know, it’s August and way too late to be planting this late in the season. But the lady at Home Depot’s garden department gave me such a good deal on them, I just had to buy them. The poor things needed a home.
- I just erased my computer’s memory after a virus or whatever if was made it crash, and I have to add all my programs back in. And it takes way too much time!
- I need to catch up on the writing time I lost, because my computer crashed.
- I think there’s a critique on my critique group this week and just can’t afford the extra brain cells to spend writing a TT.
- I need to spend time with hubby before he starts the crush season at the local winery. When that happens, he works nights as the graveyard foreman and when he’s home he’s asleep, leaving me feeling like a widow.
- I need to get my daughter moving, so she can get ready for college which starts next week.
- I need to make sure hubby and my daughter have their chores done before next week. After next week they’re not going to get anything done, because they will be too busy.
- Argh!!! Why does everything have to start next week?
- Taking deep breaths before next week, so panic doesn’t set in.
- I need to do the laundry before . . . yes, next week.
- Did I mention that I was tired?
A lot of new and experienced writers lean very heavily on the word “and,” so many in fact that “and” has became one of the top overused words.
Thirteen conjunction words to use instead of “And.”
3. in addition
7. in addition to
8. as well as
12. more than that
13. together with
Since Thursday is LAUNCH DAY for my book, Windswept Shores. I’ve decided that my Thursday’s Thirteen will be thirteen things about my book, with a chance to win a prize.
1. My story is set on a deserted island in the Bahamas
2. My heroine Megan’s plane crashes into the ocean.
3. She’s the only one who makes it to the raft.
4. Megan’s been on the island for two lonely weeks.
5. My hero Seth’s boat hits a reef.
6. He had to swim for shore with no life vest.
7. Megan finds Seth nearly drowned, washed up on the beach.
8. Together they struggle to survive.
9. Against the dangers of the island.
10. The unpredictable weather.
11. And the dangerous creatures that live there.
12. With meager survivor skill between them, will they survive?
13. And will they find love?
Since my hero is an Aussie and my couple is basically eating barbied (barbequed) meals almost daily, I am offering a $25.00 gift certificate to Out Back steak house along with a journal with my book’s cover.
Entering is easy, just leave a comment. I will draw names on Sunday, June 6, and post the winner here.
If you don’t have an Outback Steakhouse near you, please tell me when you post a comment and I’ll find something else for the same amount. Maybe a gift certificate to Pink Petal books? Where you can find my book and other romance’s by some really terrific authors.
- G’day–good day, a greeting. Usually conbine with . . .
- Mate–a buddy, or best friend, or someone you just met and don’t know their name yet, and you greet them with “G’day, mate.”
- Your shout–if you value your life, you will buy the next round of drinks.
- Brekky–the first meal of the day.
- Tea–the last meal of the day.
- Bloke–a man who you don’t know.
- Shelia–a woman, but its old and not use a lot anymore except by . . .
- Oldies–your parents, or old folks. Used by those under seventeen for anyone over the age of twenty.
- Chook–chicken, yes the kind that clucks.
- College–a private school, usually High School not collage in states or . . .
- Uni–University, or what we call collage in the states.
- Tucker–food, that stuff you tuck into your belly or tucker sack.
- Owsyerottenbleedinluckeh–Thought to be the longest word in the Austrialian language, it translates as things are not turning out as planned.
Thursday’s thirteen, I had a little fun with:
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS 1. ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even our house cats.
The stockings were hung way away from the fire.
(What you want to see my house on fire?)
2. Our only daughter had staked out the living room,
In hopes of photographing Saint Nick.
4. And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
(Who the hell wears those things anymore?)
And my hubby had just passed out. And I worked on my edit on Windswept Shore, while visions of a best seller danced in my head.
5. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Away to the window I flew like a flash. (Oh Come on I amble over.)
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
(We have an old house it has sashes.)
The moon was hidden behind a thick veil of fog, frost glittered in the what little light came through the opened window.
When, what to my squinting eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, and an emu
(Yes he’s back and Santa has him)
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
6. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Emu!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
7. As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
(I think they just ruined my roof.)
8. As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the old stove pipe attached to my heater St. Nicholas came with a bound.
(Breaking and entering, tisk tisk.)
9. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
(He tracked up my living room, darn the little jerk.)
10. A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
(I think Santa has taken up drinking.)
11. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
(Making asthma act up, and I coughed and wheezed.)
12. He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
(Santa needs to go on a diet.)
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
(Too much caffeine huh?)
Too much cappachino he told me.
13. And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
and bumped his head into my ceiling. (He forgot I don’t have a chimney.)
He staggered out to his sleigh, (after I opened the door) to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”
3. Black cats?
7. Costumes?8. Sculls?
What says Halloween to you?