drum roll...

I randomly drew a name from those who participated in the creativity challenge. Today I found a book that looks good to me. I hope it is. But if it isn't...well, it didn't cost you anything, so I don't want to hear it! LOL Ok, really, I do want to know if it's good or not. I will read it too, if it is.

The book is a Christian novel called The Reluctant Journey of David Conners by Don Locke. Don Locke is actually a writer for NBC's Today Show. Interesting tidbit, that.

Ok, ok, so the winner is...

Accidentally poetical Susan! Whoo hoo! Lets hear it for our Canadian friend! She's pretty good at that accidental poetry, too, isn't she?!

So, Susan, if per chance you have read this book, let me know by tomorrow. Otherwise it is in the mail and off on an international jaunt!

what's your excuse?

I'm wondering how long I can get away with, "I just moved here. I'm still settling in."

My friend has a great one. When late for an appointment, etc, everyone is always forgiving when she says, "I'm sorry. I tried. But I have five kids." Say no more. We understand. Lady, we're just glad you took a shower! How can we expect you to function with five kids?

And people are more than accommodating to my "just moved" excuse, too. For now...

Or another one. "I'm not really a dingbat; I think my hormones are changing."

"I'm sorry I'm so grouchy, it's hormones."

"Let's talk about it next week. I'm hormonal."

I'm always preaching that people need to be responsible for their actions and not blame others. So I don't blame others, but I still have plenty of excuses.

What if I just said, "I am so sorry that I missed my appointment. Please forgive me." And not even mention that I missed it because I couldn't find the keys in the freezer where I put them while I was putting away groceries. But I didn't remember of course. Because I am a dingbat. But I have an excuse for being a dingbat. Really.

creative prize

Ok, I've figured out how I'm going to do this. Since I can't possibly judge these things because I love every entry, I am going to draw a name and the winner will receive a new book! What book? I don't know yet. Probably something newly released to be sure you haven't read it. Also, there is at least one male that I know of who reads this. If he should enter and win, he might like a different type book than some of you ladies would, ya know?

But...I am not going to draw the name until Tuesday so that anyone who wants to participate has a chance.

Editted to add: Feel free to use any of the prompts on the site I gave.

poll closed

The majority of us treat our books with polite, respectful care. Twice as many as those of us who take our books with us in the shower.

I am one of the latter. Ok, I don't really take them in the shower, but I can't be bothered to stop reading long enough to eat, and I'm not going to skip eating! So, stuff happens. And sometimes it is just more comfortable for me to read it with the front cover rolled back (this drives my nine-year-old son crazy). I can sometimes find a scrap to use as a bookmark, (don't know what happened to all those I buy) but when I can't I won't hesitate to dog-ear.

Now this is for my own books. If you've lent me a book, relax. I treat other people's books better than my own.

There is a new poll up now! Please share your opinion.

ok ok

So you want to play the Twenty Questions Game, but you won't do the creativity challenge? Come on....
I did it and a poet I certainly ain't!
Sooo, I'm going to make it a contest. Take the challenge and you just might win something!

freaky

Go play twenty questions. Let me know if you stump it! I can't.

creativity challenge

Create a poem using Emily Dickinson's, "Bring me the sunset in a cup" as a starting point. From Creative Writing Prompts.
Please play along!

Bring me the sunset in a cup
That's a good place to start
Then the galaxy on a platter
The wind in a velvet bag

I'd like a hailstorm in a jar
A whirlwind
The moon
A planet

Bring a kiss in a china bowl
That will loosen my heart
Then an apology on a tray
The love in an open hand