Welcome to day twenty-two of my two-month long celebration event for Books Over Boys' three year anniversary! ;p If you would like to check out the first month, you can do so by clicking the link that says "click here for all things blogoversary related" underneath the B.O.B. Turns 3 tab located in my right sidebar.
Even though the official day for my blogoversary has come to pass, I'm still celebrating because the weeks following my very first blog post are still worthy of celebration, yaknow? Well, I think so, anyway. Or, I just want a reason to celebrate, so here we are!
For today's feature, I've got the awesome and bad-ass Leah Clifford, author of the epic Touch Trilogy, here to join in the celebration! Clifford is another author that I discovered shortly after I came into the blog world. Her novel, A Touch Mortal, was met with a bit of uncertainty because of all the mixed feels from everyone who had already read it. Even my sister was a bit unsure and lost about it and I trust her but... eventually, I said screw what everyone's saying because they iz not me and I iz not them. ;p
Of course, I loved it and it blew my mismatched socks off! Although, I have yet to finish the series, lol. I fail. Anyway, I got the chance to meet Clifford a few months back (months as in last year, I think) and it's certified that she's just as awesome offline as she is online. More so, even. I was starstruck and amazed just being in her presence. Btw, she's got a ton of epic stories to tell and I could seriously listen to her tell stories all day, every day. By the end of the night, I left thinking, "Man, she's got such a cool life!" No joke.
It's so special and cool that she agreed to stop by my humble abode to help celebrate my three years! It definitely means a whole bunch of honey oats to me! So, without further ado...
7:15 Wake up to my alarm--minions from Despicable Me yelling BEE DOO BEE DOO BEE DOO. Smirk. Somehow it’s not as funny as I’d hoped it be when I set it last night.
7:15-7:30 Pack up computer, chargers, strange things for my baby niece to find when she inevitably goes through my backpack
7:45 Arrive at sister’s. Brush older niece’s hair and get her ready for the bus. Read her a book about grizzly bears at the bus stop. Tell her stories about cleaning up trash from the garbage cans the bears went through when I worked in Colorado and the bear spit on it. She is suitably impressed.
8:25 Kid A on bus. Kid B still sleeping. Say silent prayer that she sleeps in while I brew my cup of Pumpkin coffee.
8:30-10am Work on critique I’ve taken on as freelance work. Shakespeare gotta get paid, son!
10:00 Tortured sobs from niece’s room. Wake ups, diaper changes, distraction tactics to keep her away from the computer, which she’s obsessed with touching.
10:15 Jam out to Fall Out Boy with 1 ½ year old niece. She tries to sing along. Have proud aunt moment.
12:00 Lunch. Hot dog with no bun gets mostly fed to the dogs. Manage to critique another two pages while she insists on feeding herself her own applesauce.
12:15 Regret letting insistent child feed herself own applesauce
12:15-12:45 Clean up sticky child, couch. Dogs help.
1:00 pm NAPTIME! BEST TIME OF THE DAY!! Get computer back out and decide on which project to work on. Because of “I only have two hours/no internet” pressure, I write 1,500 words. Excitement for project rekindled.
3:15 Just as climax of scene is reached, baby starts crying again. Sadly hit save and put on more music.
3:30-4:15 Dance party
4:20 Get older niece from bus stop
4:25 – 6:30 Try to get in a few more words while Niece A plays Fruit Ninja on my phone and Niece B goes through my backpack. Niece begs me to read her the book I’m working on. Feel jitters, despite the fact that she’s five. Find sad part to read her. She laughs.
6:30 Sister’s home! Back to my house!
6:45 Realize I’m starving. Open fridge. Close it. Open cabinets. Close them. Open fridge. Close it. Open cabinets. Close them. Eat cereal.
7:15 Turn on Netflix and play documentary on Hunter S. Thompson in background while finishing up scene.
8:00 Brew coffee. Drink two cups. Hope it works. Slog through another two hundred words.
8:30 Roommate commandeers TV to play his video game. Snark on the storyline. Snark on the villains. Get into heated debate on whether the banana monsters are creatures covered in bananas or are banana bunches come to life. Insult each other’s faces. Put on headphones. Pretend to write, end up on Tumblr.
9:15 Roommate: That doesn’t look like writing.
Me: Your face doesn’t look like writing.
Roommate: That doesn’t even make sense.
Me: Your face doesn’t make sense.
Roommate: YOUR face doesn’t make sense!
9:30 Get TV back. Put on movie I know roommate can’t resist
9:31-11:00 Roommate comes out of room, sighs and sits down. Feel twice as productive as I pretend to work while we watch movie because I am a virtuous writer and he is a slacker. Get caught up in movie. Don’t write anything.
11:00 Okay writing time for real
11:01-11:29 Tumblr. Twitter. Someone on Facebook mentions ‘free time’. Google it. Sob.
11:30-11:45 Close everything but my word document. Stare at story.
11:46 Check word count. At 2k for the day, which means two star stickers on my calendar. Call it good and switch to critiquing.
11:47-1:00am Catch up on Breaking Bad while working. Ponder my attraction to Jesse Pinkman. Realize it’s probably better I don’t date. Before nodding off on couch, lights on, candles blazing, set alarm to minions from Despicable Me because it will be a hilarious way to wake up.
So this one time, I went to New Orleans with a friend and we wound up getting drinks with some guys. There was a hurricane hitting (this was just before Katrina) and they suggested we should go back to their house where “It’s safer”. Post-cocktails, it seemed like a great idea. So we get there, and it’s a nice house and we go inside and there’s nothing but their three bedrolls on the floor, a HUGE television and a bare bulbed lamp. Just as we realize they’re squatting there, the power goes out. Oddly enough, we end up having the most awesome night playing cards by candlelight while the storm rages outside and long story short....wait, I think I screwed that up. Okay, try this. When I was nineteen, I decided I was going to backpack across the US. It seemed like a good plan. My family, however, was less than enthused and feared for my safety. As a compromise, I ended up responding to a want ad on a message board and working at an abandoned school in the middle of the desert, turning it into a writer’s retreat. Long story short, taking a chance on a cryptic want ad can be one of the most amazing exper... Oh crap, these are supposed to be cautionary tales aren’t they? How about this... Long story short, take chances. Take risks. But most of all, do not take life advice from authors.
About the author:
Leah Clifford currently lives in Ohio with her (mostly) blind cat and her roommate, who she's been friends with since sixth grade. In her spare time she loves to travel and has been known to drive over two hours to get kickass quesadillas.
So far for jobs, she's sold corn at a roadside stand, been a pizza delivery girl, a camp counselor, an extreme cave tour guide, a flight attendant, a waitress (x3), a grocery store clerk and a writer. Out of all of them, writing has been the most fun. She's pretty sure she's gonna stick with it.
Connect with Leah Clifford: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads
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