I've Moved

All right, I've whined and complained before about templates and the fact that Blogger won't allow me to use any template on this particular blog, but the ones that come with Blogger. I have no idea why. All my other blogger blogs allow me to change the template, it's just this particular one.

So I sighed and lived with it.

But then, I found a template that I LOVED.

And this blog wouldn't accept it.

So, I moved. Just this blog. None of the others.

This is my home blog. I tell you what's happening with my other blogs here. Well, now I have a new home.

So update your bookmarks (you do have me bookmarked don't you?) and come on over to my new place. It's still blogger. I'm still in the neighborhood, and you can still read the old posts here, but new posts are there.

I hope I don't lose anyone in the shuffle.

Come to From the Desk of Anna Maria Junus. Yeah, I know, I'm not crazy about the name either but I'm working on it.

Reviews and Phones and Reviewing My Son's Preoccupation With the Phone

Virtual Book Tour Time!

I just reviewed "Room for Two" by Abel Keogh.

I like doing these book tours. Now if I can just get on the fiction book tours.

My seventeen year old son talks on the phone all the time. Which doesn't have anything to do with anything, I just had to say that. I like to jump out at him when he least expects it. He screams like a girl. Come to think of it, he talks on the phone like a girl. Which would have me worried if he didn't have so many girlfriends.

Yeah, he figured out long ago that the best way to get close to girls, is to be their friend. And I guess that means talking on the phone.

Aunt Madge Strikes Again

"Tell them."

"Aunt Madge, I have been telling them. Do you see a crowd around to tell?"

"Fine, I'll tell them. All right everyone, I have an advice column and I give real good advice. Quit rolling your eyes, Anna, I do too."

"I just hope no one sues me over the advice you give."

"So go check it out..."

"I am not responsible for anything Aunt Madge says."

"You're interupting me. All right, everyone go read Ask Aunt Madge..."

"You sound like an informercial."

"I'm ignoring you. Now, if any of you need some advice don't hesitate to ask..."

"Please hesitate. In fact you would be better off flipping a coin or writing all your troubles down and sticking them in a paper bag and setting them on fire."

"That's one way to go. But, if you want some words of wisdom...Anna, did you just shoot milk out your nose?"

"I thought you were ignoring me."

"I am. Okay, I think I've said enough."

"For once I agree with you."

Time for 10 Minutes of Crazy, where I attempt to write something that makes some sort of sense in 10 minutes using a prompt.

This weeks prompt: Clown, pregnant woman, man with a briefcase and a basket of kittens.

Please feel free to join in and post what you've written either here, in 10 Minutes of Crazy, or stick a link to your blog.

No, there are no prizes. I can't afford prizes.

Here's mine. Magic Trick

"I'm a Night Owl, Honey, Sleep All Day Long" (Anne Murray song)

For me, summer is a time when my kids all leave and live with their father for two months.

I spend the summer alone and at this point, I don't have an outside job.

So I resort to my natural inclinations to be a night owl. I stay up late. There are those who will tell you that isn't natural.

Those are the same people who never stayed awake for hours even as a little kid.

I remember lying in bed, eyes wide open long after my bedtime. My bedroom was just off the kitchen and I would peek around the corner anytime my parents would go in there.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" They would ask.

I couldn't sleep. And so I learned the art of daydreaming which was most likely the beginnings of my writing career.

I hate mornings. Always have. Even worse are morning people who wonder how anyone could still be in bed at 8 because to them the day is half gone.

The bonus of late nights, is the phone doesn't ring.

I hate the phone too. But that's another post.

For today's post, go to "Musings Along the Yellow Brick Road" and read "Further Revelations."

Rewrites

I finished my book rewrite!

Well, as far as I'm concerned I am. I know once I find a publisher and or agent, there will be more rewrites, but for now, I think it's ready to go shopping.

Now maybe I can go outside. I can even bring my laptop with me since I don't have papers that will go blowing around all over the place and I can work on a first draft.

I like first drafts. Much better than rewrites.

You can read about Left Behind at my review blog "Views From Hobbit Hole".

Those Weird Search Engines

I've posted to This, That and That Other Thing. It's a little post I call Wow! It's a ShamWow."

Thank you to those of you who have left comments. Apparently there's a little trick where you can find out how people find you. Odd things people put into search engines and you're blog shows up in.

I would write a post about that, but I don't know the trick. But from what I've read from other blogs, the things people put into search engines are scarier than the things that show up in the searches (and we know how scary that is.)

And lets face it, no matter what you put into a search engine, it will fit a sex websites content.

Scarier still, the fact that I used the word sex in my blog, will result in my blog showing up in search engines looking for weird sex.

Eeyore

I'm feeling a little Eeyorish.

Nobody shows up, well except for Jen and Cindy. I'm all alone, well, except for Jen and Cindy. I have seven blogs that no one comes to visit. Seven lovely homes that people don't even glance at. I say this all in an Eeyore voice.

I think I've lost my tail.

For those of you who have shown up not wanting to read anything, I've posted something on Adam at Annamaniacs. It's called In the Beginning.