I didn't tackle any major organizing projects this week. I have one looming that I'm not quite ready to share. If I do get it done, we're having a virtual party.
But, just so I didn't disappoint any faithful Makeover Monday followers,
I thought I'd share some of the little things I've added to our house that make me way happier than they should.
The first is this hook.
I bought this forever ago to hang bags in my closet. It is supposed to fit over the door. Unfortunately, I have fat closet doors because this was too thin. Last week, when I was doing the great kitchen shift. I remembered it. It fits perfectly over the cabinet door and holds my cutting boards right within reach.
Second, is this basket.
I mentioned this basket in this post, but didn't really give it the attention it deserves. This is a charging station for my children's electronics. It hides a surge protector and gives them a place to store anything that needs a plug. No more scavenger hunt to find a lost mp3 player two minutes before leaving.
And, last, this basket.
I got one of these for both of the girls when I redecorated their bathroom. They are wide enough to hold a regular-sized cup, toothbrush and toothpaste and they suction cup to the mirror. Why do I love them? They get all of the dental hygiene products off the counter and give them a neat, organized appearance.
So, how about in your home? What little things give you a big smile?
This has been Spring Break week for me! My family and I have done virtually nothing. It has been AMAZING! For our plot swap, I thought I'd offer up some great Spring Break ideas. What could you do with these?
The family that plays together stays together. I'm not sure which is worse. The fact they brought kids along or the fact they were caught because an off-duty police officer was having lunch across the street and thought the woman sprinting back to her car after going in the bank looked suspicious.
So, romantic suspense: They were robbing the bank to protect their children from a nefarious villain.
Romantic comedy: The sister of the woman must match wits with the off-duty police officer to prove she isn't guilty.
Great recreation with friends:
Mo. golfer survives fall into Ill. course sinkhole This had to be a terrifying experiences. But, my favorite part is that his friend didn't see him get swallowed by the earth. When he vanished from sight they assumed he'd fallen down a hill, but didn't go looking for him until they heard moaning!
Horror:The friends never find him and he must claw his way out before the demon beast at the bottom of the hole claws him.
Time travel: Of course, the sinkhole is a portal to another dimension where he arrives and must solve five tasks (it was a par 5 hole) before returning.
So we’ve all had creative moments in our life inspired
by something. Maybe it was a painting. Maybe it was a passing car. Or maybe it
was that car chase racing down I-35 the other day.
I’ve had those moments. But really? That’s not
exactly what my muse loves to be fed. It gets me the initial idea, yes. But my
muse wants stronger stuff than a passing car or a painting to sustain me for a
book. In that case, I turn to a very important fuel:
know what you’re thinking. Who needs a freshness seal? That bag was gone in a
week, but it got me through 23,000 words for the first week of November. I kept
telling people, the book demanded it. No one believed me, I don’t think, but
it’s true. Sometimes, you’re coasting along, writing away, and you stop. You
have to ponder a scene for a while.
Now I’m highly OCD. I have nervous ticks that drive
people up a wall. Especially when I’m trying to think. My fingers need to do
things or I tend to destroy things that are around me. I also tend to grind my
teeth together when I’m concentrating. My dentist hates me.
The book demanded Twizzlers at first, as evidenced
by the picture up there. The good thing about Twizzlers is that they are
relatively low calorie. Of course, that really doesn’t matter when you’re like
me and finish off the bag inside of a week. They’re also chewy so I can sit
there and grind on a Twizzler instead of my teeth. Not saying that it’s better…
in fact, my dentist still hates me.
There’s a lot of me in my heroine in Off Her Game. Valerie doesn’t pig out on
Twizzlers like me, but she needs to be busy. And that’s a big thing when
someone suddenly has a huge lifestyle change, like losing a job. I drew a lot
off my own personal OCD experiences. It’s never been debilitating for me. But
I’ve always been aware of it. And while Val might not be as aware, she does
know that she has her own oddities.
All this to say that I highly recommend candy as a
way to feed the muse. I can’t tell you how many messes I’ve coaxed myself out
of with a bag of Twizzlers. In fact, I’ve got another two pound bag in the
kitchen for when I’m ready to hit the next half of my current WIP. But right
now, that book wants Hershey’s Cookies n Cream and Elton John (music is an
entirely different post, because if I tackled it now, Dawn would never invite me
Sigh. The muse is never satisfied.
Thanks to Dawn for having me over today.
y’all’s turn now.
Have you ever been attacked by a hungry muse while writing?
What was the food of choice? Talk to me.
time for men and relationships doesn’t fit into Valerie Chase’s game plan. This
crisis-counselor-turned-cocktail-waitress knows the score—Men are a
distraction. But when a certain hockey player tempts her wild side, part of her
wants to indulge in a little harmless fun.
Penalty Number Two: Desire
the star center for the Texas Highlanders, Darren Moran’s good looks and deadly
determination make him a fan favorite. But after the previous season’s
disaster, the last thing he needs is to let some woman crawl under his skin.
But… Valerie is different. She brings out the best in him—both on and off the
ice—and he’s not about to lose her.
Penalty Number Three: Passion
the game moves to the next level, Darren and Val have got to call timeout. An
unplanned romance is a game-thrower, a sinful temptation that neither of them
can afford. After all, there’s no way to have order in matters of the heart
when the penalties tally up to an ejection from the game.
Suzan Butler is a romance author with a penchant for
Dr. Pepper, ice hockey, and world domination.
She lives in Texas under a not-so-secret identity with two monsters,
writing books and planning the next step in her evil plans into the twilight
hours of the night because that’s when it’s quiet in the house.
This would make a great middle-grade plot. A"How I spent my summer vacation" type story. Or, a Dawn-would-never-read-this-because-she's-a-big-fat-chicken, horror story about the evil that would certainly lurk in such a place.
Creepy. No other word for it. But, oh the possibilities. The article says a woman in a long skirt has been seen leaving the packages. Who is she? Why would she be doing this? Who are the gifts meant for?