tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153840062024-03-12T02:19:44.626-07:00erin summerill { THE SUMMERILL SURF }Erin Summerill's view on writing, reading, and the daily grind in the ghetto of Pleasant Grove.i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.comBlogger914125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-38406965412089581032015-02-11T06:00:00.000-08:002015-02-11T08:32:48.216-08:00Bart The Cat your Life<div>
Have you heard of Bart the Cat, the zombie cat that came back from the dead? After being hit by a car, then buried by the owner's neighbor, and spending five days in the dirt, Bart the Cat suddenly returned to life. It's a miracle that the poor, abused and believed-dead animal was able to claw his way back to life.<br />
That's what he did! Bart fought to live.<br />
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When I heard of Bart's plight, I called my friend <a href="http://elanajohnson.blogspot.com/2015/02/we-are-all-bart-cat.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">Elana Johnson</span></a>. Sure the news story is gut-wrenching, if not a little disturbing, but it is also inspiring. </div>
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Have you ever felt like you wanted to give up? Throw in the towel? Bury that dream you've been chasing for so long? </div>
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I have! Holy Bart The Cat, I have. </div>
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The first time I sat down to write a novel, I thought I was God's gift to writing. My book was about a girl that lived sometimes in this world and sometimes in a creepy elfin world, changing location whenever I felt like the writing needed a little spice. I threw in a dash of romance with a hot guy, danger from scary bad guys, and a lot of internal musing.<br />
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So why didn't it get published? Clearly it was a masterpiece. </div>
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Well, it was a masterpiece of something, that's for sure. Something that smelled more like my dog's excrement (<a href="http://thesummerillsurf.blogspot.com/2014/01/oh-crap-another-hilarious-story-from-my.html" target="_blank">see former Poo post here</a>). </div>
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The manuscript was bad. As in Bad News Bears kind of awful. </div>
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If I've taught my kids anything, it's that Summerills are winners. Which means we can't be quitters when the going gets rough and tough and too wordy. I buckled down and set my sights on one day acquiring an agent who would sell my book to a publisher. (Cue angels singing).</div>
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The last one was my best. My YA fantasy, EVER THE HUNTED, was one that I sunk my heart and sole and my kidney into (<a href="http://erinsummerillphotography.com/blog/?p=6488" target="_blank">More about the kidney, see here</a>.) With encouragement from my fellow writer friends, I started querying and looking for an agent. </div>
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A couple months passed and no agents were interested. </div>
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Honestly, I was sort of devastated. I'd had enough bitter rejection. My manuscript had already been revised, revised, revised, edited, and then revised some more. When agents weren't blowing up my phone, it killed a little piece of my heart. I decided to give up. </div>
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Ya'll, I done went and buried that son-of-a-gun manuscript, EVER THE HUNTED.<br />
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I let a month pass. Then another.<br />
I decided to dig that manuscript out and revise once more. Even though I was pulling it out of the grave, I believed in this story. I cleaned it up and sent it out to more Beta readers, and when I'd revised once more, I queried again.</div>
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You know how the story ends. (<a href="http://thesummerillsurf.blogspot.com/2014/12/my-big-announcement-i-have-agent.html" target="_blank">See agent post here)</a> In the late fall, I signed with Josh Adams, of Adams Literary and recently it was announced on Publisher's Weekly that I signed a 2 book deal with HMH (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt). </div>
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If I had given up and let the book sit in the bottom of that shallow grave, I would never have signed with Josh Adams, agent MegaAwesome. And I certainly wouldn't have ever been offered a two book deal from HMH! Which, can I just say that even now, as I write this, still blows my mind and makes me cry. </div>
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The thing of it is, you can't give up. Never ever let go of your dreams. You have to Bart The Cat it all the way till the end. Even when it feels like your done, you've been buried alive, you have to fight for it. </div>
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i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-47756717126866819012015-01-26T18:33:00.000-08:002015-01-26T18:33:05.893-08:00Lessons learned from half-marathon trainingThree years ago, <a href="http://www.jessie-humphries.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jessie</a> convinced me to run the Surf City Half-Marathon.<br />
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I've never been much of a runner. Running is one of those activities that I pretty much hate. Like cycling, and swimming, and pretty much any sport that includes eye-hand coordination.<br />
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Thanks to the Nike app, I was able to see my snail's pace morph into something faster. Eventually I was running six, eight, and even ten mile distances. Which honestly wasn't fun at all, but when I finished those long runs, I felt like a champion for 3.5 seconds before I collapsed onto the La-Z-boy.<br />
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Before the race day, Jessie and I met in Huntington Beach to run part of the race route in preparation. By this point, I was feeling confident. We ran together for six miles, and the whole time I was chirping positive encouragement...ya know, because that's what friends do.<br />
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At the top of mile seven, Jessie fell behind. So I jogged in place and shouted out encouraging words as she shuffled up the hill. When she finally reached my side, I fell into place beside her. The sun heated our backs while we ran along the beach, drawing in the salty air. It was perfect. And actually kind of fun for running.<br />
That is, until she said, "go ahead of me."<br />
I refused. Friends don't let friends sweat it out alone.<br />
"No, really," she insisted. "Run on without me."<br />
"But why? We can run together. This is so much fun. And you're doing sooooooo good." I grinned at her. I might have done a jumping jack with the unusual amount of energy that was zipping through me.<br />
Jessie jerked her chin towards me, making her blonde pony tail snap behind her like a whip. If I remember right, I think she growled. "Get out of my face!"<br />
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I think I stumbled. Maybe jogged in place for a bit. Maybe frowned. I know for certain that I argued with her. She didn't know what she was saying. She didn't want me to leave, right?<br />
I was wrong. She did, in fact, want me to go. Apparently my exuberance was too much for geriatric-running-Jessie.<br />
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At first I was angry. I wanted to tackle her to the ground. But I didn't because I learned a lesson from Jessie that day. <br />
The thing of it is--<span style="font-size: x-small;">see post below for proper grammar usage</span>--Jessie needed me to leave so she could focus and finish the long, hard run. Despite that I was putting out some pretty awesome and positive and over-abundant vibes, she just needed some quiet to think and pull her thoughts together...and make a plan to finish the last few miles. <br />
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I get why she needed her space. The lesson is that sometimes we all need a break. Sometimes we need to step back from all the noise so we can clear our thoughts and focus.<br />
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I took a break from Facebook a couple weeks ago and I loved the break. I loved the silence. It's nice not knowing what annoyed my neighbor at Walmart, or which friend of mine is now selling oils that will undoubtedly change my life, or who is my perfect celebrity match.<br />
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My January advice for reaching your goals, is to take some time for yourself. Pull back for a bit and see if you like the quiet. <span style="font-size: large;">It's time for you to say:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Take your break, and get the clarity that you need. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">That's all for now, folks. Britta and Bubba will see you out. They're two friends of mine who don't seem to understand a thing I'm saying when I try to use the advice above.</span> </span></div>
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<br />i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-61572612744196593082015-01-12T13:46:00.000-08:002015-01-12T13:47:34.277-08:00Be the BEST<div class="MsoNormal">
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Now those words have become a motto for our family. Before
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Today was kind of a rough day in the Summerill house--on the
tail end of a rough weekend. It was one of those crap-shoot cluster of days
that we all have now and then. Even though it was Monday morning, I felt
utterly unprepared. I kind of wanted to lie in bed and do nothing. Ever feel
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I heard my oldest stirring downstairs, getting ready while I
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Clothes on and teeth brushed, I barely made it in time to hug
him before his junior high carpool came. Yeah, I’m up for mom of the year
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The horn honked. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Then my boy was running to the door. “Bye, Mom.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I love you,” I shouted, making up for my slow morning. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He looked back. “Luvyouto,” he mumbled, surprising me. Then
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His words helped me get up and get going today. They
reminded me that every day I have a choice to be successful. To be the best. It’s
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i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-81440654088420211832015-01-05T11:19:00.002-08:002015-01-05T11:19:24.636-08:00The Thing of it IsThere was a man in my neighborhood who proudly wore a graying mullet and started every other sentence with the phrase "The thing of it is...". <div>
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I'm not much for writing new year's goals. The thing of it is, I stopped a few years ago because I never actually completed most of my resolutions. Why start something you won't finish, right? I was in a bad mood slump. I was a negative Nancy.</div>
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My crazy-arse bestie, Jessie convinced me to cut up a few magazines and then paste the remnants on a board. A vision board, she called it. (Cue Yoda voice)</div>
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I took the board home, shoved it in my closet just above my wall of shoes. Every now and then I looked at it and saw my meshed list. If anyone else came across it they'd probably think it was really silly. But I never threw it away. It was a daily reminder of where I wanted to be. Of where I could be if I kept moving forward a little bit at a time.</div>
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Over the last year, half of what I pasted on that board happened.</div>
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<b>1.</b> I had a successful photography year, having traveled to 7 different states to capture wedding and family photography. </div>
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3. I signed with mega-awesome literary agent, Josh Adams. </div>
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4. I've been healthy and happy since slipping my dad the old kidney. </div>
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5. My kids are perfect in every way and they never fight or stink....ok, so this is a bit of a stretch.</div>
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THE THING OF IT IS I'm here to testify, ya'll, that cut-and-paste wishes really do come true. For 2015 you should pull out all your old and new magazines and start cutting away. Paste those pics down to a board or a box or a wall or a door and start visualizing your way to success and happiness. Everything we do starts with our thoughts. Positive thoughts move us forward. What you want to happen can happen. </div>
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If anything, my message is to be positive. </div>
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Always know how much you can accomplish and you WILL accomplish. </div>
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Everything else will follow. </div>
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i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-66601692592062147452014-12-12T14:39:00.000-08:002014-12-12T14:39:37.106-08:00My Big Announcement: I Have An Agent!Hey all! I have some awesome news. But let's start at the beginning:<br />
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I wrote a manuscript. It took 5 months to write, and 10 months to edit. It wasn't my first attempt at writing a novel. Not by a long shot. I'd written 6 others. But I was hopeful and I believed in my story.<br />
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A few months ago, my friends encouraged me to get over my fears and start querying. And so commences my post in Friends gifs:<br />
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Fulls were requested and I was ecstatic. But then a few responses came back which were incredibly nice, but not exactly what I was looking for:<br />
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I got stressed out. Mass loads of Coke Zero and Hot Tamales were ingested. When I wasn't pickling my insides, I spent hours pruning my skin in the tub. That's how I deal with stress:<br />
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I don't like rejection. At all. I wanted to quit. But my supportive and nagging friends, <a href="http://purdiewriting.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Katie Purdie</a>, <a href="http://jessie-humphries.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jessie Humphries</a>, <a href="http://elanajohnson.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Elana Johnson</a>, and <a href="http://peggyeddleman.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Peggy Eddleman</a> wouldn't let me quit.<br />
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So I revised my manuscript and kept on querying. It didn't happen over night. I spent the summer sending out a few queries at a time. And then one day, one magnificent day, an email popped up in my inbox from a fantastic agent.<br />
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Her interest led to offers from four more agents.<br />
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I didn't know what to do with myself. Never in a million years did I expect to have multiple offers! After all the years I've spent writing manuscripts, the offers were a dream come true. I didn't want to make the wrong decision. And so I had a minor freakout (or a series of major panic attacks.)<br />
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All the interested agents were fantastic, and my writing career would have done well with any of them, but my decision was made after considering who I clicked with the best (and a lot of prayer).<br />
In the end it was clear that <a href="http://www.adamsliterary.com/" target="_blank">Josh Adams</a>, agent extraordinaire, was the one for me.<br />
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Now that I'm "represented by Josh Adams" and part of the Adams Literary posse, all my dreams have come true...well, almost. I know submission to publishers is the next step in my writing career. Undoubtedly, the submission process will inspire new Friends Gif blog post possibilities. So stay tuned and I'll start blogging more than twice a year!<br />
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<br />i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-76552029641238207092014-01-30T11:14:00.000-08:002014-01-30T11:19:43.526-08:00Oh Crap! Another Hilarious Story from my Tragic Life.Apparently I only update this blog when something truly horrific or disgusting happens in my life.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(Disclaimer: While reading this post, should you feel a need to gag, wretch, or lose control of any bodily functions, you're absolutely on your own to clean that mess up. I take no responsibility for your business.)</span><br />
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Today I woke up late.<br />
That was my <b>first mistake</b>.<br />
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I had twenty minutes to push my oldest off to junior high, move my next two boys through their morning teeth-brushing and hair combing routine, and drag a decent outfit (minimal stains, mildly wrinkled) on my sleepy girl's body. Then after pulling her hair into something less worthy of a homeless person and whipping up breakfast (an oatmeal packet), I cleaned last night's mascara off my face and dressed in exercise garb. After dropping the boys off at school, because I moonlight as a taxi service, I had ten minutes to rush to the gym where I teach a step aerobics class. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(And no, step didn't die in the 90s.)</span><br />
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I was making good time! So I decided, hey why not live a little and go to the bathroom? (Yes, yes I did just take the story there.)<br />
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"Henry," I called down the stairs. "It's your turn to watch the dogs. Make sure to take Britta out if she barks. I'm gonna run to the bathroom real quick. Ok?"<br />
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"K, Mom."<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Mistake #2</b>.</span> How silly of me to think I could go to the bathroom and all hell wouldn't break loose. Just as I relaxed into my business (Yes again, yes I did just go there.), Britta, my cute, cute, cute--gotta keep reminding myself she's cute--four month old goldendoodle, barked. And barked. And barked. And whined.<br />
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"Henry! Take out the dog." I'm a pretty good yeller from the bathroom when the situation calls for it.<br />
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More barking. A shuffle or two. Then--<br />
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"Sick!"<br />
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"Gross!"<br />
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"Momma, Britta pooped in the house. A lot."<br />
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A lot? What does a lot entail? I was up, hands washed, and down the stairs in record time.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">CRAP!</span><br />
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By the door, Britta dropped four piles of steaming, stinky poop. My three uber-helpful kids stared at the stench scene screaming about how disgusting it was.<br />
Like I didn't know.<br />
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"Don't just stand there, you need to clean it up," I told Henry as I rushed for cleansing supplies.<br />
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"Why me?"<br />
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"Because you were the one watching her and she barked and whined to go out. What were you doing?"<br />
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"Uh," he glanced away. "I was walking around."<br />
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"Walking around? Is that code for playing?" I asked. I didn't pop him outta my lady parts yesterday and I'm keen on his evasive maneuvers.<br />
He nodded and so, his chore began. Armed with paper towels and a bag, he started cleaning up the doggie doodoo.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mistake #3</span></b>. Kid+Pooptastrophe = Worst. Day. Of. My. Life.<br />
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2.5 piles later Henry heaved and heaved and then puked on the poop, and then making a bee-line for the door to finish vomiting, he walked right though the mess like Moses parting the poop sea. Except there was no parting. Only lots and lots of squishing under his shoe.<br />
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Right then I wanted to run screaming down the road, but I hunkered down, and cleaned the poop-puke fiasco, scrubbing the floor and base boards and walls (because my kids excel in projectile purging). At that point the boys were 20 minutes late to school, and I had minutes to get to the gym. I grabbed my purse and rushed the kids to the van, and turned the key . . .<br />
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And when the van revved once and then died, and the clock on the dash glared 9:22 am, I knew two things: I wasn't going to make it on time for work, and I should've just stayed in bed today.<br />
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I hope your day isn't nearly as craptastic as mine!<br />
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Really, this post should be labeled: Why Do I Keep Going There? (Bangs Head Against Wall). Regardless, you'll understand why both titles are appropriate soon enough.<br />
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A few years ago I had a fast food <i>coming to Jesus</i> moment when I watched Super Size Me. You remember that lovely little flick starring Morgan Spurlock. The guy ate McDonalds and only McDonalds for a month. By the end of the harrowing ordeal, I swear I was watching an extended version of Fear Factor for all the wretching and belching packed into the 90 minute show.<br />
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After that, I severely cut back on my fast food addiction.<br />
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However, every now and then, the Devil himself worms into my soccer-mom brain. And on a busy night like tonight (after running four kiddos to their various practices and games), I don't have time to make dinner. Heck, if I had a chance to use the bathroom without my five year old banging on the door, I probably wouldn't know what to do with myself.<br />
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Tonight I went to McDonalds. <b>MISTAKE #1.</b><br />
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My kids were moaning like Katniss starving for Peeta's bread as we waited in the drive-thru. If I didn't get them fed immediately, Hunger Games MMXIII was gonna go down in the Mini (minivan).<br />
I ordered two hamburgers, a box of chicken wings, a BBQ ranch burger, drinks and fries. After paying, I pulled forward and accepted my food from the employee.<br />
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Because this ain't my first time at the rodeo, I DID NOT pull away. No, I've been shorted by enough McDonald's establishments to know you hand out food to each of your kids before leaving. (Mark that down as a life tip.)<br />
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I handed out fries, drinks, chicken wings and two burgers. But hold up! There was no BBQ ranch burger.<br />
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I turned back to the window and waited. After three long minutes while my second oldest boy was dying of hunger pains (or so he complained), I knocked on the window.<br />
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"Yeah?" the girl said when she opened the slider. Always nice to see customer service at it's best.<br />
"I didn't get the BBQ ranch burger."<br />
She gave me a look--same look I give my kids when I know they're full of it.<br />
"Really," I insisted. "I didn't get it." After listing what I did get, and then pointing to my one unfed son, the girl left for a moment and returned with a bag that contained my son's burger.<br />
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Grateful, I passed the bag to my son, and pulled away from the drive-thru. <b>MISTAKE #2. </b><br />
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We were exiting the parking lot when my son said, "Uh Mom, what's this?"<br />
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I looked over. Blinked twice.<br />
He held two buns that contained a whopping load of ranch-type-mayo-sauce, four Fritos, and a piece of cheese. No burger. Seriously, <i>no </i>burger.<br />
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I went to the drive-thru again.<br />
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"My son didn't get any burger with his BBQ burger."<br />
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"Yeah, it's supposed to have the burger," the girl said.<br />
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Um. Really?<br />
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"Ok, could he get another BBQ burger?"<br />
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She took the patty-less buns with the wrapper from me. I watched as she went to the assembly table and said to another guy, "Hey, you forgot the meat. Can you put a piece of meat on this?"<br />
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My jaw dropped.<br />
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Sixty seconds later she returned with the same burger I'd just handed her, now with a piece of meat on it. Gag. Really, I gagged.<br />
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"Uh, I was hoping we could get a new one," I said, trying to politely not point out that her hands had just been all over the bun and had broken the piece of cheese.<br />
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She scowled at me. "You want another one?"<br />
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"Yes," I said. <b>MISTAKE #3. </b><br />
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She rolled her eyes and marched to the assembly line. "The lady wants another one," she told the other employee. Then she left us to wait for 8 minutes. I didn't realize making a BBQ burger would take so long, but in an effort to remain positive, I figured they had to grill another patty. Maybe that's what was taking 8 whole minutes.<br />
The girl returned and handed me a burger wrapped in paper that looked crumpled and barely holding itself together. I looked at the creased paper, then at the cold burger inside that held a bent piece of cheese, a slathering of ranch-mayo-concoction and FOUR Fritos.<br />
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"You just gave me back The. Same. Burger!" I was shocked. And a little ready to throw down. Don't mess with a momma bear when her baby cubs are hungry!<br />
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She pursed her lips and crossed her arms. "How do you know?" <br />
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Oh yeah, that's what she said. I looked around for the candid camera crew. Or Jamie Kennedy. They were no where to be found.<br />
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"It's cold." I pointed to the broken cheese. "This is where you bent the cheese when you examined it. And I'm pretty sure it's not standard to only put four Fritos on your BBQ burger."<br />
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"So, what do you want me to do?"<br />
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I'm gonna let my original thought to her question slide because this is a family blog. What I ended up saying was: "Can you make me a new one, for real this time?"<br />
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"There are other people in line, Mam. If you want to go through the drive through again . . ."<br />
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"Alright," I said, losing it. "Just get me your manager."<br />
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The girl left and her manager replaced her. I explained the entire story to the lady. It was at the end of my rant that I realized she didn't understand everything I was saying. I don't fault her for this, because English as a second language can be a trial. So I explained it once more, hoping it made sense. And when I was done, she said:<br />
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"What do you want me to do about it?"<br />
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Well, this was one of those moments when you realize, you're fighting a lost cause. When you have to walk away and just accept nobody's perfect. And that customer service is a dying form. (At least at the McDonalds on 1600 North and State Street in Orem, Utah.)<br />
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Next time, I'll have to remember Morgan Spurlock's sage advice and steer clear of McDonald's because if it isn't the food that'll kill you, it'll be the customer service.<br />
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<br />i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-69475855148983486962013-10-18T07:49:00.000-07:002013-10-18T07:50:10.825-07:00Meet Natascha Jaffa - Editor at SPJ Editing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Besides being a brilliant editor, Natascha is also absolutely, and ridiculously stunning. Check out her head shots and her bio below!</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222624; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Natascha Jaffa </b>established SPJ Editing in 2011. With a degree in psychology from Utah Valley University and a bachelors from Nevada State College, she considers herself a teacher rather than solely an editor and strives to help new and veteran authors reach their publishing goals.</span></span></div>
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If you would like more information about Natascha, or you'd like to book a photography session, email me at erinsummerill(at)hotmail.com.<br />
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Have a great Friday!i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-36760814104834865172013-10-01T13:36:00.002-07:002013-10-01T13:37:24.874-07:00A phone call.<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"So . . . I punched a kid."</span></div>
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2. My 10 year old is HILARIOUS! </div>
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i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-54175626109342904702013-09-30T07:01:00.001-07:002013-09-30T07:01:54.981-07:00Jimmy Fallon for your Monday morning, Anyone?This morning, this little lovely pretty much sums up my feelings of Twitter, Facebook, and all those other social media sites. And it gave me a pretty good laugh. Dang, Justin Timberlake can drop the comedy like the best of them.<br />
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Enjoy your Monday!<br />
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i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-50575176319892420042013-09-28T08:44:00.003-07:002013-09-28T08:44:50.092-07:00Remember When . . .Remember when I used to blog?<br />
When my posts were random, and sometimes witty?<br />
Or not. Whatever. But you know what I'm saying, right?<br />
There was a time when I blogged more frequently here, and less over<span style="font-size: large;"> <a href="http://erinsummerillphotography.com/blog/" target="_blank">there</a>.</span><br />
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Well my friends, I realized that I kinda miss this old, random, and sometimes witty blog of mine. It's not that I no longer love shooting people and posting ridiculously fabulous images over <a href="http://erinsummerillphotography.com/blog/" target="_blank">there</a>.<br />
It's just, I miss you. (Cue swell of symphony music)<br />
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I want you to know I'll be hanging out here again. Now and then. And over <a href="http://erinsummerillphotography.com/blog/" target="_blank">there</a> too.<br />
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<br />i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-20026692927602993562013-03-23T14:22:00.001-07:002013-03-23T14:22:03.690-07:00Come to my new/old blog...Hey ya'll, I'm sorry that I've been MIA. I decided to combine my photography blog and my writing blog!<br />
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i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-18454224134071105922013-02-27T06:55:00.002-08:002013-02-27T06:55:43.706-08:00A ridiculous CONTESTToday I blogged here:<br />
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If you're already married, you could take the session as a family session, or maybe you know someone who just needs some awesome pictures to pep up their life. Regardless, go enter that contest. </div>
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i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-82159155655423448142013-02-12T07:00:00.002-08:002013-02-12T07:00:33.674-08:00secret 30 of 100: liar and a cheat.I am a lair and a cheat. <div>
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A few months back I'm pretty sure I said I would keep this blog up better than I have. Thus, LIAR. But that's not my secret. </div>
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"I'm not a quitter." I've said this countless times. I will NEVER start a new book without finishing the current WIP. Especially not when that WIP was 90% finished. </div>
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In October (right about the last time I hung out in bloggerville) I had a coming to Jesus with my <i>spy book. </i>It was a novel I had been working on for two years. A novel that I'd written multiple completed drafts of. A novel that frankly has problems. </div>
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I opened a new word document and wrote a different novel. One that I love. One that doesn't have years of expectations behind it. One that I'm now (as in this today) writing the final scenes. </div>
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Craziness aside, Sarah is a dang good writer. She is repped by Josh Adams of Adams Literary who I've heard is a friggin' super-tastic agent. </div>
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<br />i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-86054100613413809372012-11-06T08:23:00.001-08:002012-11-06T10:08:53.233-08:00Feast of Posting . . . Jessie. And Me.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
And here I've done it again. I didn't post yesterday just to throw things up a bit in the blogging world. You just never know what's going to happen. I like to keep it alive here people. So I figured why not a little more name dropping, eh?</div>
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Have you met Jessie Humphries? Because I have. Jessie Humphries is my friend, a BFF for life. She's repped by the amazing Sarah Davies at Greenhouse Literary Agency and one day Jessie's book will rock your world.</div>
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Did you catch that name drop? Jessie. Jessie. Jessie.</div>
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If you haven't met her yet, check her out at her <a href="http://jessie-humphries.blogspot.com/">BLOG-O-RAMA</a>. (To avoid confusion, that is not the name of her blog, but my own clever way of using the word "blog" in the effort to avoid online monotony. On a side note, it would make a great blog title. Right? Just saying.)</div>
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Since Jessie seems to be the only person I will give my camera to and say, "hey, take a pic of me. I am so vain and I can't have too many pictures of myself."<br />
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I have more and more and more author pics and future author pics to share. Are you ready for this? Oh, and on a side note, if you're feeling a little left out and you too want an author pic, just email me and next time you're around I'll shoot you. And it will be awesome, and all your photo taking dreams will come true. Just saying.<br />
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Have you met Sandy Ponton? This woman is:<br />
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3. So exotic because she lives in FORKS! Yep. Vamp and wolf-boy country.<br />
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Then there's Ruth.<br />
From afar I've watched Ruth and wanted to be her because her name is fabulous and she's from a small town that I adore. I would tell you which town but that might lead to further cyber-stalking and I don't think she'd be down with that. Right now she's working on a freaking awesome book about awesomeness and romance.<br />
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Katie. What can I say about Katie that doesn't involve seething jealousy and gnashing of teeth? Ok, that's a bit much, but seriously if you read any of her historical romance you would want to be her. I wish I could write like that. I dreamt about an italian boxer . . . just saying.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;">Christine is an artist and a writer who is ridiculously talented and inspires ten kinds of jealousy in me. Her current WIP is:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"> Tiger Red, Monkey Blue which is an </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Adult Eastern Fantasy</span>. </span></div>
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i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-53053370127030574192012-10-26T07:04:00.002-07:002012-10-26T07:05:19.195-07:00secret 29 of 100I loved Sesame Street. Remember when Cookie Monster and the letter of the day? Greatest part of my morning routine. Mostly I loved how the letter popped up in the episode in the most unusual places. It was inspiring, to say the very least.<br />
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Not only did I learn my letters, but I developed a love for the letter E because E is for Erin, it's good enough for me, Erin. Erin. Erin. Erin...<br />
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I digress. That wasn't the secret.<br />
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This is. My secret is:<br />
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Not like a dog peeing on the neighbor's tree, but more like Cookie Monster and his letters all over Sesame street.<br />
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1. I shaved an E into my Dad's golden retriever. Down to the skin, the marking spanned the dog's entire back. It was awesome for about 60 seconds. Then Dad yelled my name from the opposite side of the house, and well the awesomeness was not so much.<br />
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2. When my parents forced me to mow the lawn, which I loathed, I mowed all but a massive 4 foot E in the middle of the lawn. That'll teach them! (<i>I don't think they got the message because they kept having me mow the dang lawn.)</i><br />
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3. There may or may not be public city property that contains my initials, carved deeply in the surface. I'm not admitting to anything here people. I'm just saying.<br />
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4. (<i>This is my last admission. Please don't share this with my Mom, lest I be grounded</i>)<br />
My high school principal's name was Eris. She had the loveliest notepad shaped in the letter E. Feeling a bit clandestine, I once snuck into her office and stole part of the pad of paper. I was weak. I left E notes all over my friend's lockers. I still have one piece left.<br />
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So basically the moral of the story is this, if I've been to your house, your car, or maybe even your workplace, there could be an E in the most unlikely places. (Insert laugh of pure evilness).<br />
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<br />i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-44433696904295936022012-10-23T12:47:00.001-07:002012-10-23T12:47:35.135-07:00best. song. ever.Truth: I love One Direction.<br />
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If I was a fifteen year old girl I would start screaming into a near seizure every time the song <i>You Don't Know You're Beautiful </i>came on the radio. Oh wait. Uh, yeah, I guess that can happen when you're not fifteen.<br />
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Anyway . . . recently the leader of my church gave an address, and simply said that every young woman should be told she is beautiful and know she is.<br />
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A group of ridiculously awesome young men got together and decided to take those words to heart. And they made this video that is painfully awkward, but so so so endearing. So I had to share.<br />
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i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-18792173565506562182012-10-22T06:27:00.000-07:002012-10-22T10:03:54.085-07:00eat crap and die epiphanyMy brother used to say, "Eat crap and die."<br />
Puh-lease. Like I'm gonna do that.<br />
Jessie (my bro and not my writing bestie) was the world's biggest dork and so when my mom wasn't listening, I would tease him. Relentlessly.<br />
He was the only boy in a house of wildly obnoxious girls and because of this he often felt picked on like my parents were truly assigning him more to do. <i>Why do I have to mow the lawn? Pick up the dog poop? Take out the garbage? </i>Etc. Etc. And so on.<br />
Puh-lease.<br />
"Jessarella, Jessarella, All I hear is Jessarella," I would sing in the perfect Cinderella mouse-squeak. He loved it. So much so, his favorite response was the aforementioned and very classy, "Eat crap and die."<br />
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For years I hated the phrase. Now I quite enjoy it. I've found myself using it when the situation seemed fitting. Like when a crit partner tells me to work on my MS instead of reading. Or when my hubby suggests I stop whining and actually start writing. Yeah, ya'll. <i>You can Eat Crap and Die. </i>That's what I'm thinking . . . and sometimes saying.<br />
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Obviously for all of Jessie's suggesting, it didn't add up to much because as of today I have yet to Eat Crap and Die. But today for some reason I got to really thinking about his tag line.<br />
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Instead of eating crap and dying (are you getting sick of that phrase yet?) what I need to do is sort through the crap and live. <b>Translation:</b> edit my crap and make it so awesome that my characters come to life. (Are you having an ah-ha moment too?)<br />
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i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-725684822684235882012-10-19T08:14:00.001-07:002012-10-19T08:15:05.048-07:00secret 28 of 100I <strike>am</strike> was a giant snarled-haired mess of a nerd. Tis sad, but true. (Thank you Ursula for that line.)<br />
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Growing up, I was a bit on the portly side. I wore the same shirt day in and day out. And I somehow missed the memo that brushing my hair was of any importance. (THIS IS NOT THE SECRET). In the fifth grade Donnie Sullivan . . . oh sweet Donnie Sullivan, sigh . . . he talked to me at recess. My heart nearly exploded out of my chest as I watched him approach. But that sensation was short lived.<br />
Donnie said, "Hey Erin, don't you know how to use a brush?"<br />
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Uh, apparently not.<br />
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The kids laughed. I joked back. Faked a smile. But inside, I died a little.<br />
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And then I vowed to start brushing my hair. (True story, but NOT the secret.)<br />
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The thing of it is, despite my chub and rat's nest living atop my head, I had lots of friends because I went out of my way to be friendly and as funny. But I never had "the one." The one friend that would be my BFF and share a Best Friend Necklace. This plagued me. I prayed at night that the Lord would deliver me a BFF, one willing to split the heart necklace that marked us as Best Friends Forever.<br />
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Wow, it's good to get that off my chest. Yeah, so I admit I was kind of a nerd. </div>
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The moral of this story is the Lord really does answer prayers even if it takes twenty-three years. But hey, who's counting, right? </div>
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<br />i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-90988353333209005762012-10-17T07:00:00.000-07:002012-10-17T07:00:09.296-07:00not my usual read: On the Island by Tracey Garvis-GravesI like to stay in the shallow end of the pool. I really only like to go out to dinner at the Olive Garden. And I only read young adult.<br />
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That's just who I am. (I'd say, "take it or leave it," but I think I have a few friends that might just drop me like a soggy fry. So take me as I am.)<br />
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The thing is, I almost never read anything that isn't strictly young adult fiction. Earlier this summer I had a few friends insist that I read<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12991245-on-the-island"> On the Island by Tracey Garvis-Graves. </a></span><br />
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After a restless night, I figured why not. I downloaded the book from Amazon and read from 12:30 to 3:45 am, stopping only because I knew I had to get up in a few hours to teach an aerobics class. But I didn't spare any time after the class to finish the book.<br />
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I loved it.<br />
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I more than loved it. I thought it was witty and emotionally charged and brilliant and everything I wish I could write (aside from some of the um, well, steamy scenes. That's not my usual MO.)<br />
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So, I say, if you're ok with some serious steaminess and my complete lack of grammar when professing book love, check out:<br />
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i'm erin.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729541389129887477noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15384006.post-32967335968755686962012-10-15T07:00:00.000-07:002012-10-15T07:00:00.066-07:00cat epiphanyI'm a pantser. I've never been much of a planner. And for other aspects in my life, flying-by-the-seat-of-my-pants has worked out just fine. But five books later (yes, I've written five horridly puke-worthy books) I'm still not producing anything that's publishable.<br />
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My stories tend to meander quite a bit and lack any sort of real tension in the middle. I'm pretty good at figuring out where the fault lies in my writing because I read a lot. Having just took more than three months off writing, it's easy to come back and the areas where I've gone wrong. So very wrong.<br />
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Back in the spring I went to LDS storymakers Conference. When I was there <a href="http://elanajohnson.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Elana Johnson</span></a> gave a class on plotting. She spoke about the genius-ness of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Save-Last-Book-Screenwriting-Youll/dp/1932907009/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1349625121&sr=8-1&keywords=save+the+cat">Save the Cat</a> (the how-to plot book for screenwriting). This book will revolutionize your life if you're a budding writer and you tend to write a lot of crap.<br />
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The class by <a href="http://elanajohnson.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Elana Johnson</span></a> changed my life. Not only can she kick my A when it comes to tennis, but she's also a freaking writing genius. And she's super funny. And I'm a big-ole name-dropper. Elana. Elana. Elana. Elana.<br />
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I digress. Back to my point. Plot!<br />
Midpoint, turns, and climax. No more writing with a vague idea, but know where I want it to go. Mind blowing stuff.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">PLOT MORE. WRITE CRAP LESS. </span><br />
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