Wednesday, May 12, 2010

The Number One Reason I've Had No Time to Blog

Things have been intense lately. I've been traveling almost non-stop. Here are a few highlights from the road:

  • Last visit to Indiana, while we were on a side trip to Amish country for pickles, the police raided our hotel. They brought the drug dogs and everything. Seems one of the locals had rented a hotel room to hang out at the pool and smoke some weed. Someone must have reported the smell. This was big news here, as we're in a very wholesome, family-oriented part of Indiana .
  • Last trip to Jasper, AL, we NARROWLY missed an F-3 tornado, which formed virtually on top of us, then moved on to the next county where it did a lot of damage. I love Jasper, but I am SO not going back there in spring or summer. The Husband has strict instructions he can only work there in fall and winter.
  • On a happy note, the hotel in Jasper now has a Belgian waffle maker. The Queen of Pain now has a few waffles to work off of me when I get home.
  • I made a quick trip home to Faith, where I spent most of an entire day chauffeuring my dad (who is young and perfectly able to drive himself) to various doctor's offices so he could talk to the poor receptionists and nurses about this curious coating on his tongue and throat. Now, most folks will call and make an appointment to see the doctor. Not my daddy. He doesn't like dealing with the automated answering machines that require him to press one to make an appointment, et cetera. He just drops in. To his credit, this has proven to be effective in that these nurses will do ANYTHING to get him to stop showing them his tongue. I can relate, which explains why I was driving him on this fool's errand.
As exciting as all of this is, the number one reason I've had no time to blog is that I've been busy lurking over at Do the Write Thing for Nashville where I've been busy plotting my strategy for scoring some of the goodies.

I had my heart set on the manuscript consultation by none other than Janet Reid. I've had a little ebay experience, so I strategized waiting until the very last minute and placing one bid--but WAY before midnight last night the bidding got too rich for my bank account.

Then, I set my sights on five days at Kari Lynn Dell's ranch in Montana--only to be quickly left in the bidding dust. This one is still open, and a bargain for anyone who has ever wanted to go to Montana. I think the bidding closes at midnight tonight.

I hear that tomorrow Barbara Poelle and Holly Root have a combo meeting at RWA or BEA going on the block. I'm glued to my PC. but I have a sinking feeling this one will go for big bucks as well.

Y'all check it out--there's a lot of great stuff being auctioned for a great cause!

Peace, out...

Susan

12 comments:

NT said...

Your #1 and #4 highlights caused me to spit out the Diet Coke I was drinking not once, but twice. LOL!!! Oh, and I'm so glad you escaped the tornado!

Anonymous said...

And I am sure during all of this you have been working out in your hotel room too!

LOL

Susan M. Boyer said...

Naturally, I have continued my hotel workouts. :)

Betty said...

right after the waffles.....RIGHT!

Bob Strother said...

That thing your dad has? I got that, too.

Bob

Anonymous said...

It's probably a good thing that you guys weren't puffing by the pool with the locals when the fuzz showed. Not that you would EVER puff by the pool with the locals while munching on Amish pickles and bitching about diets.

Susan M. Boyer said...

Now, those Amish pickles were a random craving--had nothing whatsoever to do with weed-related munchies--but that would have been too funny. :) Not that I know ANYTHING about weed-related munchies, which, of course, I don't.

Gladys said...

It is quite obvious to your readers that, in fact, you DID get carried away by the tornado. You've subsequently landed in an alternate universe, where weed-smoking Amish with bizarre tongue afflictions sell pickles on e-Bay (or some such...my recollection of your blog details may be a tad fuzzy). Just remember there's no place like home...there's no place like home...

Barbara Evers said...

Wow! Just checked out the Do the Write Thing blog. Looks like you need to bring some serious cash to the table, but it's for a good cause, so ...

Your story about your dad cracks me up, but I guess that's why you come from a town called Faith. Ya gotta have that to troop around to a doctor's office unannounced these days.

Anonymous said...

Hope the pickles were worth it ... Haven't chatted in a while - how is your writing? I am heads down, writing like a crazy person ... Cheers, enjoy your blog.

Carole St-Laurent said...

You lead a life full of adventures, don't you?! LOL I don't know if the Brenda Novak auction is done, but you might want to check it out, I believe there is many agents / editors offering a look at manuscripts.

Bob Strother said...

And, now, you're on a cross-continental excursion with parents in tow. Oh, for the good life...