I have a question to ask you...

This is what I was greeted with moments before bed tonight... My father stated this to me minutes ago. "Okay," I replied quietly, hesitant to hear his words. "My friend from Colombia would like to read your book." He said and then continued slowly, "her son is a publisher in Colombia." As though this were supposed to entice me into allowing this woman who is a stranger to me, but knows my father better than I ever will into my inner most thoughts. 

"I'll have to let you know," I replied. "It was more of a statement than a question..." I trailed off in the smart-assed tone that I've perfected. 

  I want to let her read it because ultimately the goal of any novel is publication, but I'm also terrified that I may not measure up. In my own mind, I just want her to read it and tell my father that it's worth reading... Silly, I know. I want it to be good. I want to be published. So I guess we'll finish up editing and send it via the beautiful world wide web. Goodnight.

"Mock" Blog

So tonight I am writing a mock blog that I would imagine my sister would write if she had the patience or mental capacity to write one. I'm experimenting with putting myself in someone else's shoes, if you will. Here it goes. 

"Title: Many Names"

There are many names one might call me. We could start with my birth name, that which was plastered on paper in a Baltimore hospital for all to see. Next would be "Mommy" as my children once called me. Now, would be "Mom" or "Mother" as I am now less affectionately referred to. Followed of course by Crackity Anne. This is the name my siblings and father have taken to calling me. Whore. This is the name whispered by my youngest sister at the mere mention of my name. Entrepreneur. My response to her sordid name. 

You can call me whatever your heart desires; whatever your loins long for. 

Lady Bug Graveyard

You may wonder why a lady bug is the chosen icon on my page... no? Never thought about it? Well, I'm going to tell you anyway. In nearly every culture the ladybug is said to be a creature of great luck. Killing one (which I would never do) is said to bring great misfortune and sadness. Why do I care about ladybug folklore? 

Well... let's just say you'll have to read the book to learn more. Sorry, I realize it's vicious of me to do this... but it's my favorite part. I could never possibly reword/paraphrase/replicate it. You'll just have to read it. Let me know if you'd care to... I'm almost finished editing. Goodnight.