Fun Fridays, Humor

Shhhh don’t tell anyone …

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I’ve worked hard this week … I barely had time for Bejeweled Blitz (though I did score my all-time high of 132,300!) and Twitter never saw my face on a couple days. Why, you ask? Because I was writing like mad. It was one of those rare times when the words just flowed. Maybe … just maybe … I’ve completed the novel. I don’t want to say that too definitely because of that embarrassing egg thing, but it feels done to me. A few tweaks are in order, I’m sure, but nothing major.

So, now I’m going to relax. I’m inviting everyone to join me in partying this weekend. Come and go, eat, drink, dance, sing, play Twister (hey, Danielle, is it clothing-optional this time?) Look around the place … if this is your first time here or you’ve been too busy to stop by for a while, catch up on some posts. But most of all TALK to me. TALK to each other. But TALK people, TALK. This is a party! Yanno?

Fun Fridays

Oh what a night!

partymess On Friday, I innocently sent out party invitations. I had no idea I could have so much fun on my blog or that the festivities would roll over into Saturday. Somehow news of the party got to the A-listers and we had celebrity guests!

All right, I admit, I pestered Meryl with so many questions she had to hide in the bathroom. It’s just that she’s worked with so many leading men … and that accent thing …

But I take no responsibility for the arrival of those cops … or their subsequent suspension. By the way, I’m happy to report that Cynthia has been cleared of all charges. It was all a case of mistaken identity.

Karen showed up in fancy new shoes, Christine came in pjs and Cynthia in her exercise shorts, and they all looked Fab-u-lous.

Kasie and Candice dropped by and then backed into a corner to shake their heads when some of us acted like drunk monkeys … oh, wait, I think there might have been drunk monkeys here. The rumor is, Kasie started six new novels while she here.

Danielle was having so much fun, she left Brad (Angelinaless) to run home to send an invitation to her friends.

Lisa popped in for a beer and a dance on her way out of town (smart move, Lisa.) Mireille kept the dancing going … with Brad, no less.

About dawn, Danielle’s friend Joseph got the message and wandered over here. He dropped off delicious cupcakes, and then Cristina brought a full breakfast spread.

Jessica and Ann behaved themselves and stuck to civilized games. Tricia, Danielle, and Karen got wrapped up with Johnny Depp, Brendan Fraiser, and Paulo Costanzo in clothing optional Twister. I’m keeping mum on whether they were the ones who corrupted the cops, but Twister was involved.

Pamela had one too many margaritas and outed Professor Snape. She coveted my blog banner; I coveted her hair color.

Some of us discussed those immensely important writing topics … like shortened links for Twitter and blog stats (but, of course, we don’t really care about stats.)

Jennifer’s been laid up with a bad back, but couldn’t resist the lure and finally got some hot guys to carry her in on a golden litter to squeal with delight at the sight of a fellow Quebecer.

Joseph Grinton dropped by, but took one look at the mayhem and decided to go directly to the office and record his thoughts on writing software.

Unfortunately, Cathryn and Judy couldn’t make it, but I hope Judy enjoyed the cheesecake Karen took her.

Thank you, friends, for coming over and letting your hair down. We’ll do it again sometime.

Fun Fridays, Humor, Writing

No lurkers at the party, please!

party-formalWhew! I’ve had a busy week, and I’m not caught up, but It’s Friday so I’m throwing a party. Looks like it’s a Mad Men theme—but no smoking! All you sociable people, please circulate and encourage the wallflowers to join in.

The buffet table is in the corner; help yourselves. It’s a magical thing, whatever you want is there. Same for the bar. Don’t hold me responsible for the after effects.

Let’s talk … comments, comments, people! Don’t be shy. Introduce yourselves—name, rank, serial number. If you’re a writer, what are you working on? If you’re not a writer, but you come here often, I’m curious why you do. And if you just stumbled in here because Google erroneously thought you’d be interested, have a bite to eat, fill your glass, or at least grab a cookie on your way out.

Feel free to open all my closets, cupboards and doors; you never know what you might find here.

Some of the most witty, intelligent, talented and beautiful people stop by here. Hopefully, you’ll meet them at the party, but if you get caught up in Nekkid Charades, or stuck in the line to have your palm read and missed them, go visit them at their places:

(In alphabetical order, because I’m just so darn diplomatic.)
Christine Ashby
Danielle Cross
Cathryn Grant
Joseph Grinton
Lisa Katzenberger
Candice Kennington
Jennifer Neri
Cynthia Newberry Martin
Mireille Noël
Karen Schindler
Tricia Sutton
Cristina Trapani-Scott
Pamela Villars
Judy Clement Wall
Kasie West

Blog Stuff, Musings

It’s only half the party

Due to a bad reaction to Vicodin and because my last post was such a long one, I’ve decided to make this post brief. Sometimes I wonder about the visitors to this blog. Many of you are regulars and leave comments, but many more don’t. I wonder if those that don’t are reading the comments others make.

party-hatsAlthough I’m flattered that you would want to read what I’ve written, if you skip the comments, you are getting only half the story. I have both insightful and witty regulars around here—sort of like a Cheers of the blogsphere. Sometimes the best part of my posts is in the comments section. I try always to respond to the comments and sometimes the regulars comment back to each other.

So, if you want, you can only eavesdrop, but just know that you’re invited to the party in the comments section.