I wasn't in the mood to blog this morning, so I made a pot of Darjeeling tea and slathered Seville orange marmalade on some whole-wheat toast and sat down to read some other authors' blogs. This first quote made me laugh and drop marmalade on my spacebar, and the second made me take too big a swallow of scalding tea:
"...this isn't a rant. It's an observation. A few days ago it might have been a rant. But I never post rants.I simply wait until my Irish crawls back into its shell, and then I post an observation."
So says author B.J. Hoff, whose brilliance and sense of humor remain undiminished even though she reads my blog. Check out her post about writing-contest judges who go public with their likes and dislikes about the entries they've rated.
And here's a giggle courtesy of The Charis Connection's Angela Hunt, who blogged today about interior monologue in novels:
"Italics are like roaches--too many are downright annoying. (This from a Floridian who has come to accept them as a fact of life. Roaches--not italics.)"
I'm right there with you on the italics thing, Angela, but I just have to wonder, since "too many" roaches clearly annoy you, is there a number you can comfortably tolerate?
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