The soon-to-be-debut (the "T" is silent contrary to what DH says) author.
Toiling on her next novel?
Doing an interview?
Maybe yes...maybe no...
What is she REALLY doing?
Googling herself of course.
Snapshot by Dr. Ian. World famous combination radiologist/photographer.
9:30 pm and 77 degrees.
Google result number one.
YIPPEE Lottery is in
BARNES & NOBLE
Cool. What was I doing? Oh yeah.
I have been tagged. By like six or seven people. I have lost count. You see. I get distracted. I don't do chain letters. You know those emails that give dire warnings if you don't send five animated flapping angels to sixteen of your closest friends? I break the chain.
DH says I am tempting fate. OK well. Here goes.
Time to re-google.
1. Three tags for thinking blogger. Since I can't remember who all tagged me I conjecture that I am incapable of thought. I am unworthy and must decline this award.
2. Two tags of writerly questions. Twenty in all.
It starts with "DO YOU OUTLINE"
"I DON'T NEED NO STINKING OUTLINE!" Oh bad attitude. Very bad attitude. Go to corner. Hang head. Until you can contribute something positive Patricia you cannot join the group.
A review by
(jumps up and down and hits head on ceiling)
3. List nine random things about yourself. I am flippant. I don't follow instructions. Um. I am forgetfull.
OK, I think I'll google myself again.
Galley giveaways at BEA
Well this is totally cool.
So you see. I am entirely too busy to participate in tagging.
OOPS! Look at the time!!!
I gotta visit MISS SNARKS BLOG
Catch ya later.