Thursday, September 23, 2010
It's been an interesting week. I'm closing in on "the end" of the latest WIP. I've incorporated some new twists and turns.
Last night I gave a presentation to the Central Oregon Writers Guild on GMC-Goals Motivation and Conflict. Thirty people attended. I had twenty handouts. Many appreciated the information and I made it through without too many umms and ahhs. While I don't care to speak in front of groups; get me talking about writing and I forget to be uncomforatable because I enjoy helping others with the writing process.
Next Friday I'll be at the RWA Emreald city conference. Next week I have to work on my pitches. Two projects to pitch. I have to research the editors and agents who are going to be at the conference and see who to pitch what.
My oldest grandson, he's five will be six the end of October, was wrestling with his younger brother in a rolled up rug and Kelly(the oldest) started crying. My daughter checked on him and he said his arm hurt. She couldn't see anything out of the eordinary and let him baby the arm the rest of the night.He's been to the ER three timesin his short life. By morning it had a bruise so she made a doctor's appointment. Turned out his arm was broke.He is now sporting a red cast.
When I was in Junior HIgh I fell off a horse three times in one day. By the end of the day my collarbone hurt. My mom, a RN, told me I sprained something and I went around holding my arm like it was in a sling until the pain went away. When I recieved my college physical the doctor wanted to know when I broke my collar bone. So you see nonchalance toward broken bones runs in the family!
How about you,ever have a bone or serious injury and not know it? Or a family member?
PS: I'm over at Seduced by History blogging about ghost towns.