Title Schmitle

(Yes, I am that brain dead. I just can't think of a title!)

It's the weekend -- almost! Not that it really makes a big difference to me, but it's still nice to heave a sigh and think back on everything accomplished.

First, a BIG thanks to everyone who agreed to review my book on Dec 1 on Amazon! I think I've sent it out to all who requested it, so if you didn't get one, please let me know.

Theresa Milstein's is holding a Haunting Halloween contest with international prizes. Check out her blog here!

The wonderfully crazy Candyland is holding I Heart Joy Like BR80 to raise money for women, children and families in Ghana. Head over to help out!

Susan Fields is also having a Back From Hiatus Contest giveaway with lots of great books. Go here for more.

Congrats to Clarissa Draper, who's just signed a contract with WiDo Publishing!

Have a great weekend, everyone! I'm off to Portobello Road for some cupcakes!

Writer's Arse

It's a lovely sunny Spring day here and a wonderful end to a week which has basically seen me puttering about doing nothing, so I figured I'd strive to hit an all-time low and discuss writer's arse.

You know: that spread you get when you sit for too long in one spot, without moving. In the past two years since I've been writing full-time, I've noticed my arse has spread AT LEAST an inch on either side.

Of course that could be down to the extra cupcake and wine consumption, but it's also due to the fact that I rarely move. I get up, walk from my bed to the kitchen, make coffee, then go to my office. Sometimes I even have to convince myself that no, I really don't need to pee, because the loo (a mere 30 metres) is too far away. And there's times at the end of the day I can barely stand because I've been sitting for too long -- and no, I'm not a 90-year-old woman.

Do you have writer's arse (yet)? And if not, how do you stop it?!

Does Length Matter?

After yesterday's hate-filled missive it's time for something a little more light. Alright, a lot more light.

It's time to talk about nails.

Yes, nails. Fingernails, to be more precise -- and the challenge they pose to all good writers of the world. Now, men, unless you are guitar players, this post likely doesn't concern you. But for women who like even a hint of nail, finding just the right length without inhibiting keyboard mobility is a very, very hard thing to do. It's a serious issue that must be addressed.

Too long, and they clank and click against the keys, resulting in numerous typos and deletions. Too short, and, well, they just don't look that pretty, do they? I'm not a person prone to excessive nail painting, but I do like some colour from time to time. And when that occasion arises, I like to have a bit of nail to play with.

Surprisingly, this isn't a topic I've seen addressed in the plethora of writing books I've consulted. Stephen King -- nothing. Anne Lamott -- nada!

So tell me, women (and men of the metrosexual persuasion) writers of the world: how do you cope with this burning issue?

**(Erm, I do apologise for the content of this post. I'm seriously braindead.)**