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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

RTW: Best Book of August

Road Trip Wednesday is a blog carnival, where YA Highway’s contributors and readers post a weekly writing- or reading-related question and answer it on our own blogs. You can hop from destination to destination and get everybody’s take on the topic.

This week’s prompt was: What's the best book you've read this month?

I’m over angel books. Well, that’s not exactly true. I was never really into them. I’ve read two major YA angel books and neither did it for me (I mean, fallen angels helping humans? Isn’t that what guardian angels are for?). So I was surprised that a) I bought A Touch Mortal and b) I liked it.

What I really loved here was the mythology. There are angels. There are fallen angels. And there are those angels stuck somewhere in between, always tempted to fall. It gets around the whole fallen-angel-falls-for-girl plot, which should be the equivalent to the demon-falls-for-girl plot. Only it usually ends up more like a guardian-angel-who-doesn’t-live-in-Heaven-falls-for-girl plot. Yep, this paragraph should give you a brain freeze.

The story’s dark—it opens with two angels trying to make the main character kill herself—and much of it centers on death and suicide. (There’s even a twist on the typical angel mythology to include people who have committed suicide.) All of that, though, adds a deeper meaning, another layer to what on the surface sounds like a typical paranormal romance.

Full disclosure: Yeah, the main character falls in crazy love with an angel after knowing him for a day or so. Sigh. But aside from that fact, the whole relationship and their feelings for one another are well done, and the pacing of the romance fits really well with events within the story.

Oh, and did I mention the twist at the end? Yeah, there’s one of those too.

I’d recommend this for paranormal lovers, angel haters, and anyone who likes their romance dark and twisted.

What’s the best book you read in August?

Oh, and I’m still taking suggestions for the Fall Book Club. If there’s something you’re dying to read, leave it in the comments. I’ll gather all of them into a poll so everyone can vote for their favorite.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Fall Book Club

Hey guys. Hope all you East Coasters survived the hurricane. If your weekend was anything like mine, it went something like this:

First you got the news that the entire East Coast would be hit by The Worst Hurricane Ever.

And then it came. There was rain.

Right, so it was nothing really. Which is fine with me since I was worried our power would go out. (Although, word on the street is New York and Connecticut, at least where my family lives, lost power for a while.)

Anyhow, today I have two orders of business to discuss. One I hope you’ll like. And one I like that doesn’t really have much to do with you. (Or does it?)

First! It’s back-to-school time coming up and that reminds me of those summer reading lists we were supposed to make our way through during our time off. (And which, being an obsessive compulsive elementary school kid, I always completed even though teachers never graded us on what I felt was—in the words of my 10-year-old self—a tubular accomplishment.) I read plenty of books this summer, but I think what was so fun about the reading list was that all my friends were also reading those books, and we’d talk about them in class. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, nerd alert.)

So here’s what I’m proposing. A three-month book club.* Here’s how it’ll work: We’ll read one book a month for three months. You’ll have about a month to read each so no one feels rushed. At the end of the month, I’ll host a discussion of the book here, complete with comments like OMG THIS IS THE BEST BOOK I’VE EVER READ and SORRY, I FELL ASLEEP AT PAGE FIVE. Each of you can write about the book on your blogs, leaving a link on my post so readers can jump from blog to blog and see everyone’s different take on the book.

I won’t pick the first book for you. We’ll vote on it, so leave some recommendations in the comments.

Also, book club will include tea and cookies, though you’ll have to bring your own. I hear cookies, when eaten with others over the internet, are completely free of calories.

I’ll give you more details as we get closer and IF enough people are interested. But you want to join in, right? You don’t want to leave me looking like a total dork up here, do you? I’m not above begging…

Second on the list! Look what I got in the mail a couple days ago:

 That’s right. The lovely Katy Upperman sent me the ARC of The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer. Would you believe me if I said I haven’t started reading it yet?

Well, it’s true. This was a working weekend so I kept Mara stashed in a cool, dark place. I just hope it doesn’t give her post-traumatic flashbacks of the day some guy drowned her. Or choked her while she was drowning. Or whatever.

And, yes, this will end up in a giveaway sometime soon. Just SIX MORE FOLLOWERS, guys. I’m not even waiting until 300 anymore. When I hit 250** I start sending you presents.

So, who wants to join my book club slash fall reading program?***

*Or longer if people are into this whole book club thing, which would make me smile until my cheeks fell off. 
 ** Why not now? I have this thing with round numbers. It’s uh, it’s—let’s just leave it at that.
***Resist the urge to add Anybody? Anybody? Bueller? 

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

RTW: Beating Writer's Block

Road Trip Wednesday is a blog carnival, where YA Highway’s contributors and readers post a weekly writing- or reading-related question and answer it on our own blogs. You can hop from destination to destination and get everybody’s take on the topic.

This week’s prompt was: How do you beat writer’s block?

Writer’s block and I have a long history, most of which has been spent on the first paragraph of any story. I think I’ve mentioned it before, but I’m one of the unlucky suckers who can’t move on until the first line, first paragraph, and first chapter work.

So I’m used to the block, and now I just have a minor problem when the words won’t come to me. Which means I end up first like this:

And then like this:

True story.

When it hits, I usually read. It seems the best way to take my mind off of the fact that my story’s going nowhere fast. Plus, reading always puts me in the mood to write.

Or I’ll vent to my husband. Usually that ends up in brainstorming, which usually helps me get over the hump. Usually.

Sometimes I’ll even take phone calls, which is crazy for me, not just because I don’t answer my phone while writing but also because I hate talking on the phone. Like, only a little bit less than I hate mayo.

What do you do to beat writer’s block?

Monday, August 22, 2011

The Belated Outline

I’m Tracey Neithercott, and you’re listening to 94.5 Writing FM. This one’s going out to all those pantsters out there.

We’re here talking about the belated outline, and it’s of particular importance to people who, as the kids are calling it these days, “pants” their way through a first draft. For those of you not familiar with the language of the cool writing cats, pantsers start a book without an outline, writing their way through the story until they hit the end.

Here at 94.5 Writing FM, we’re familiar with the pantsting way of life. In fact, Bob, weren’t you a pantster in the ’60s? I remember the trouble you got into with that.

Well, folks, that’s just the problem with pansting. As soon as you’re on your merry way you hit The End and realize the amount of revising you need to do. It’s a hard-knock life for a panster, but our guest today has a way to beat the post-pantsting blues.

Dr. Ican Dothis, thank you for joining us. We’re talking about the belated outline, and we have some callers on the line who have some questions for you. Let’s go to the first caller. “Hello?”
CALLER: “Yes.”

94.5 WRITING FM: “Hi and welcome to 94.5 Writing FM’s Panster Hour. Tell us your name and your question for Dr. Dothis.”

CALLER: “Yes. Well, my name is Imma Killmyself, and I’d like to know what the belated outline is.”

DR. DOTHIS: “Of course. The belated outline—or, as I like to call it, a boutline—is just like a regular outline, but you fill it out after you finish your first draft.”

94.5 WRITING FM: “Thanks Imma. Caller number two, you’re on with Dr. Dothis.”

CALLER: “Hi Dr. Dothis, this is Hel P. Mee and I’m a huge fan. How much detail should I put into my, uh, boutline?”

DR. DOTHIS: “As much as you think will be useful to you. A more filled-out online will be helpful if you decide to move sections around. It’ll also help you determine how the chapters flow, whether the pacing is spot-on or fatally flawed.”

94.5 WRITING FM: “All right, folks, our phone lines are lighting up like a Christmas tree, but we only have time for one more caller. Number 3, you’re on with Dr. Dothis.”

CALLER: “Hi, Dr. Dothis. I just wanted to thank you for saving my life. I was a mess, living for chocolate and coffee and nothing else until I saw you on Oprah. You changed my life.”

DR. DOTHIS: “Well, you’re quite welcome. Best of luck with your boutline.”

94.5 WRITING FM: “It’s been a pleasure having you here Dr. Dothis. Do you have any parting words of wisdom for our listeners?”

DR. DOTHIS: “Revision is a part of the writing process wither you outline or jump right in. If diving in with only a nugget of an idea can help you get the words down, then there’s nothing wrong with that. But many a writer had been lead astray by characters who fill their author’s brain with nonsense. And that’s where the boutline comes in. It reins in the story so needless subplots or meandering text can be brought to light and snuffed out.

Reading a book as a whole is one thing, but when it comes to revising a first draft, creating an outline based on that draft just ensures the pieces fit together properly. And during revisions, it’s much easier to rearrange a boutline than refer to the text time and again.”
 Sage words form the foremost expert in belated outlines, Dr. Ican Dothis.

Our lines are open and we want to hear from you: Do you outline at any time during the process? How do you edit the very first draft of a new story?

Thanks for joining us today for the Panster Hour. Sit back, relax, and let the words flow.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

RTW: Inspired Settings

Road Trip Wednesday is a blog carnival, where YA Highway’s contributors and readers post a weekly writing- or reading-related question and answer it on our own blogs. You can hop from destination to destination and get everybody’s take on the topic.

This week’s prompt was: What is the most inspiring setting you’ve ever visited in real life?

Okay, for starters, I think any setting can be inspiring if you look at it the right way. But I know that’s not what this question is about. It’s about a place that reaches inside you, clenches your heart with its wiry fingers, and never lets it go.

And, well, I can’t pick just one. In real life, I’m straight-edged. (As opposed to my fantasy life online where Danger is my first name.) So I won’t cheat by telling you about twenty places I’ve been that were all sorts of inspiring. I’ll only minorly cheat and go with two.

I was going to write about Paris, but then—it’s Paris. Of course it’s inspiring. If it went to high school, it’d be voted Most Inspiring (along with Best Looking and Most Romantic). So I won’t write about it even though I love that city and everything in it.

The two most inspiring places I’ve been to are Prague and New Zealand.* And I’ll explain why, but I just want to say that I think what makes a place so inspiring is how it becomes a part of you. Take away these places (really, any of the places I’ve been) and I would lose something of myself. When we visit a place it sticks with us the way a setting should stick with us after closing a great book.

Prague is one of those cities that sneaks up on you. Everyone knows Paris is gorgeous, and everyone pretty much expects it when they visit. But Prague? I visited knowing very little about it, and it kind of knocked my socks off. (Not that I was wearing socks in the middle of August in the sweltering heat, mind you.)

You can look at all of these pretty pictures here and say, yes, Prague is beautiful. But none of them explain what it’s like to be there. Just like there’s a certain feel to New York or Paris or Rome, there’s one for Prague. The city is small, with winding roads that seem deserted at times. When walking down a deserted street, old, ornate buildings rising up on either side, my friends and I felt like we had slipped into a fairy tale.

Later, when we were strolling around after dark, we reached the Charles Bridge. Below us the river shimmered and in front of us the Prague Castle loomed. And then we knew we were some place magical.

One night, we met up with some other travelers in a large town square. Hundreds of people gathered with beer, wine, or some kind of Czech liquor, talking, making plans for the night, strolling around,  playing music. We sat on the ground, like everyone else, and stared up at the night sky. There’s something strangely peaceful about sitting around with a bunch of strangers doing absolutely nothing but being.

The feeling I got in New Zealand was so different from what I felt in Prague, and not just because my fondest memories of the country happened outside the cities. I visited Prague for three days. I lived in New Zealand for six months. If there were ever a country that could be a character in my life, it’d be New Zealand.

I went into the place mostly hating outdoor activities, aside from the beach of course. (As a typical girly girl, I thought: Ew, bugs!) I was also a wuss, swearing to my mom that she had nothing to worry about with all of those adventure activities the country’s known for. In no way, shape, or form was I going to throw myself off a ledge, over a waterfall, or out of a plane.

And I think that’s what makes New Zealand so inspiring. Because I embraced the adventure activities like I was born 15,000 feet in the air. I bungee jumped (okay, so I don’t recommend this and don’t plan on doing it ever again), rappelled down canyons, dove backwards over waterfalls, and sky dived. In fact, I loved sky diving so much I considered a career as a sky diving instructor.

I fiercely loved every aspect of nature I encountered and still do. I hiked mountains, climbed glaciers, boated through a cave of glow worms, rolled down a giant hill in a glorified hamster ball, “surfed” down a mountain of a sand dune, visited hot springs, scuba dived…AND! it was all fun.

On a road trip across the South Island, my friends and I stopped along a deserted road. To our right, bright-green hills spotted white with hundreds of sheep rolled on as far as we could see. To our left, the mountain we’d been descending dropped off, revealing an aqua lake below. We were the only people around for miles, and so we stayed there. I got the same feeling I always felt when I was looking at the landscape or another amazing natural landmark: Longing, like I’d already left the country, and then pure joy that somewhere in the world something exists that’s so beautiful.

What’s the most inspiring setting you’ve visited?

*None of these photos are from my trip. When I went to each place I shot on film. (It’s this stuff people put in their cameras in the olden days.) Imagine me in all of these pictures with a giant grin on my face, mkay?

Monday, August 15, 2011

Pinterest For Writers

Have you ever been wasting precious writing time looking for photos of a hamster wearing a helmet and come across an image that sparks a story idea perfectly? Or have you found a photo that describes a scene or element of your WIP exactly?

I used to save the URLs in a Word document for later. Which, if you really want to know, is a ginormous waste of time. And then I’d save them in a file on my computer. Also a waste of time. And hard drive space.

And then I discovered Pinterest*. 

Insert a chorus of Hallelujah here.

Here’s the deal: Pinterest is like an online cork board where you can collect photos (you “pin” them to your board), create categories, browse or follow other people’s boards, and otherwise keep track of things you don’t want to forget (original URLs are visible, so if you want to, say, remember a recipe, you can pin an image and go back to the site later).

Once you register (for free), you can create boards dedicated to the types of photos you like: teenage boys that might look like a current or future character in your book, paintings, home decorations, whatever. I have separate boards for food, fashion, travel spots, well-designed book covers, posters, story inspiration, and more. It’s the story aspect that’s particularly useful for writers.

Instead of a general story inspiration board, you can create a board for a specific character or setting. You can create a board based on the story you’re writing. Really, it’s up to you.

But the best part? You can download a Pinterest toolbar app that lets you “pin” photos as you see them. Let’s say you’re on a site with five photos, one of which is of a girl who looks exactly like your main character. You can click the “pin it” button in you browser’s toolbar and a pop-up window will ask you to choose the photo you wish to pin. After that, you can pick the board you want to pin the photo to. And then you’re on your merry way. (You can also tweet or add the photo to Facebook from there, but I’ve never done either.)

So there you have it. The best way to avoid wasting time while you’re busy wasting time online. Er, something like that. Oh, and if you want to see what a Pinterest account looks like (and what the boards look like) you can check out mine here.

I know, you’re blown away at how many awesome photos I have much time I’ve wasted looking at random photos.

Anyone else use Pinterest? How do you save photos story-inspiring photos for later?

*I am in no way affiliated with Pinterest, though I’d be happy to take a cut of the profits for this lovely PSA.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Authors I'd Love to Make a Fool of Myself While Meeting

Today I thought I’d join in Paper Hangover’s Friday Five. If you’ve never read Paper Hangover, you should. There’s great information for readers and writers on the site. Just, yanno, FYI. So today’s prompt was: 

I thought this over for a while. I thought I’d be able to quickly answer this, but then I thought too hard in the kind of way that makes me suck at multiple-choice tests.

See, I think I want to meet someone who I’d be able to speak to. (And, yes, “Hi” counts.) If I met someone whose name may as well be set in neon lights at the library all I’d manage was some sort of gurgle and maybe a smile. Awkwardness guaranteed.

So I split my list up into Authors I’d Like to Meet But Will Become a Bumbling Idiot In Front Of and Authors Who I’d Like to Meet and Also Hang Out With. Also, I stuck with YA and MG authors since that’s what I write. And bringing adult fiction into the mix just makes choosing about 99.4 percent harder.

These are the authors I’d like to meet but would probably be reduced to blubbering stuff like “I…I…omgyouareamazingandwonderfulandmaybewecanbefriendsandexcusethefunnywaymyeyesarebulgingiamjustsohappytobehereandexcusemewhileifaint” in front of. Of course my ridiculousness would be tailored to fit the author.

1. J.K. Rowling
“Holy Slytherin, you’re actually here. And so amazing. How can I, a lowly wannabe author, talk to you? Someone get me an invisibility cloak, stat.”

2. John Green
“Excuse my spaz attack, but you’re even smarter in person.”

3. Stephen King
“You’re…you’re…you’re, like, Stephen King. And, to be completely honest, a little scary.”

These are the authors I’d like to meet and might have a slim chance of speaking to in coherent sentences. True, I’d probably act like an idiot in front of these authors, too, but it would be to a lesser degree than for the authors above. And, really, I picked these authors because they seem super fun.

4. Kiersten White & Stephanie Perkins
I mean, Kiersten White? I can only imagine the fun of meeting her, but my master plan is to kidnap both her and Stephanie Perkins, take them to dinner, and turn us into BFFs.

5. Maggie Steivfater
I can only hope our meeting includes chocolate chip cookies the size of my head, writing tips, and a performance of the bagpipes.

What five authors would you like to meet?

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

RTW: Finding the Time to Write

Road Trip Wednesday is a blog carnival, where YA Highway’s contributors and readers post a weekly writing- or reading-related question and answer it on our own blogs. You can hop from destination to destination and get everybody’s take on the topic.

This week’s prompt was: What time do you prefer to do your writing? Early Worm? Night Owl ? Any five seconds you can grab?

This is probably the easiest Road Trip Wednesday question I’ll answer, but instead of coming right out and telling you, I’ll show* you why:

8 a.m.
I’m sleeping soundly. This is bliss.

8:15 a.m.
My phone alarm is shrieking and all I can think about is whether or not throwing my iPhone across the room will really damage it.

8:30 a.m.
Okay, okay, I’m awake. But my God it’s nice and warm under the blankets.

9 a.m.
All right, time for work. And a half-ton of ice water (in a glass, not the shower) to shock my system into what I like to call the “somewhat high-functioning zone.”

9:05 a.m.
I guess I should check my email. This should wake me up…

11:45 a.m.
Sweet, it’s almost lunchtime. I could use some energy.

12:15 p.m.
I guess I’ll go grab food. Too bad it requires walking.

4 p.m.
Why oh why oh why oh why am I always sleepy at this time of day? Have I been cursed?

6 p.m.
Work’s over. I think a nap is in order.

6:30 p.m.
Nap’s done. Time to go for a walk read!

7 or 7:30 p.m.
Oh look, my carton of milk manuscript! I need to write. RIGHT NOW!

1 a.m.
What? It’s already one in the morning? How could that be? I’m in the “seriously high-functioning zone.” And I’m having so much fun whipping my hair around with my BFF Carly writing.

2 a.m.
Okay, okay, I NEED to go to sleep if I plan to wake up for work tomorrow, which I do. You’re getting sleepy, you’re getting very sleepy, you’re—oh, forget it. Just close your eyes and wait for sleep to happen.

So that’s how I fit writing time in. When you do write?

*I can’t guarantee the facts haven’t been exaggerated. 

Monday, August 8, 2011

The 3 Words A Writer Never Wants to Hear

I’m having a senior moment. Right about now I feel 30 years older than I am. Even the realization that I don’t wear mom jeans doesn’t help.

(Although, the weird thing about mom jeans is that the wearer usually doesn’t know she’s wearing mom jeans. Trust me, I’ve tried to re-jean my mother enough times to understand that mom jean–lovers are oblivious to the momliness of their jeans. So I can’t be certain my jeans aren’t momish.)

So, I was chitchatting with The Man’s 13-year-old cousin about teen shows at a family get-together. She’s hooked on Pretty Little Liars (which, by the way, is a somewhat addicting show that makes me wish the costume designer would be my BFF and dress me every day), so I brought up the books. I mean the books are way better than the TV show. Obviously.

She didn’t read the books. Which, whatever. Sometimes I don’t read a book if I’ve seen a movie first—especially if the movie makes me regret spending two hours and $25 at the theater. But then my sister-in-law returned the Hunger Games trilogy that she had borrowed. Naturally, I asked The Man’s 13-year-old cousin if she wanted to borrow them.

And then she looked at me, shrugged, and said, “I don’t read. I mean, besides magazines.”

That’s when I aged a few decades. Because suddenly I thought: Kids today, with their video games and Internet and TV shows. What’s wrong with reading a book?
 Seriously guys, I was two seconds away from telling the story of how I used to walk uphill, both ways, through the snow and barefoot, to go to school. I probably would have mentioned that in my day reading was fun and exciting.

The thing is, convincing someone who doesn’t like to read to, you know, crack a book and imagine scenes instead of watching them is—how do I put it?—not as fun as it sounds. So after a few minutes I was all, “Sigh. This is just how things are. A lot of kids don’t read. Period the end.

But is it?

I mean, some kids read. Some kids love to read even if it makes them the nerd who chose a book over the 25th season of Survivor. So are those teens the majority or minority? And is there some sort of trend going on that I don’t know about—teens reading more or less than, say, 10 years ago?

I have no answers. I hope didn’t come to this blog for knowledge today. (For those who did: There are 206 bones in the human body. See? Free knowledge. You’re welcome.)

Anyhow, this older, wiser me has decided that if my book is published, my number one goal is to make someone who hates to read learn to love it. I mean, dream big or go home and such, right?

What do you think? Are more teens reading these days? Fewer? What about teens you know?

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

RTW: Using the 5 Senses In Storytelling

Road Trip Wednesday is a blog carnival, where YA Highway’s contributors and readers post a weekly writing- or reading-related question and answer it on our own blogs. You can hop from destination to destination and get everybody’s take on the topic.

This week’s prompt was: The Five Senses. How you use them in your writing, how you are inspired by them, pictorial essays, that character with smelly socks, books that have used them well, the ones that are currently missing from your work, etc.

I’ve been trying to think of books that use one or all of the five senses particularly well, but it’s late* (or early, depending on whether 3 a.m. is morning or night to you) and my brain has given me the Battery Is Low signal. Even though I’m a night owl, my memory becomes critically impaired after 2 a.m. and I’d hate to suggest scratch-and-sniff Fabreeze ads are great examples of the sense of smell.

Since pretty much all books use sight as the main way to tell a story (although I’d love to read a book with a blind narrator; any suggestions?) it’s kind of a no brainer that the sense is one of the most important aspects of a novel. It’s what helps readers visualize your story, the setting, the characters. Let me become Captain Metaphor for a moment: Visual descriptions are the map of your story. From there, readers can see the lay of the land.

The other senses, though, are the points of interest and the route you’ve mapped from here to there. Instead of just seeing the boundaries of a place, you can now see awesome landmarks like the world’s biggest rubber band or the best chili restaurant in Omaha. (Don’t think for one second that I’ve been to that chili place. I can’t even confirm that Omaha has a great chili restaurant.)

The other senses add layers to the story that helps us not only see the story but enter into the story. Instead of just seeing the city’s towering buildings and packed streets we smell the hot dogs from the hot dog stand, hear the honking cars and the hum of music from a nearby car. We feel the thick, hot air and the cool metal inside a subway car. And we can taste the sweet icing on a cupcake.

Metaphor complete.

As much as sight is an important part of storytelling, it’s the one sense I tend to skimp on during my first draft and need to go back and fill in during revisions. (I’m well aware that this might have something to do with 20 years of bad vision.) Instead, my first drafts are heavy on dialog and the other four senses. Of all, though, smell is the sense I use most often—I wrote about this here—because I tend to notice scent first. (Note: this is not a good thing. No one should have to live with the unique ability to smell cat pee from a mile away.)

So here are some excerpts from my WIP that illustrate the five senses. Feel free to mock—it’s a rough draft so if you think something sucks, it probably does.

Even inside, I could smell the steam engine, a mix of coal fire, hot metal, and oil.

I turned to the window. The trees had grown sparse. A steep cliff with jagged angles took their place until the train snaked right. It climbed higher. The rocks dropped away, revealing the entire valley. Billows of smoke rolled over the miles and miles of green that spread from below the train to the two small mountains that sat beside each other in the background.

Three short whistles shrieked through the car. We lurched to the right as the train set off, the wheels clacking over the tracks.

My toes banged against rough brick. I followed that wall with my hand, expecting it to lead down a hallway to my left. My fingers touched cool metal. I examined the space with both hands. It was wide enough to be a door, rough like sandpaper.

I took a sip. The drink was chunky with bits of strawberry and what I assumed was the mango. There was something chewy every sip or so, and a sour powder that made my mouth feel like I had just licked a cotton ball.

Okay, guys, how do you use the senses in your writing? Are there some you always remember and others you have to go back and add?

*I know, I know: If you wrote this so late, why is it after 2:30 p.m. when you posted? I blame the malfunctioning schedule post option in Blogger. Also, being too busy to check if it went up.