And the winner (according to Random.org) of the signed copy of BEAUTIFUL CREATURES is... comment #8.
Sara B. Larson
Sara- Email me your address at brosam (at) gmail (dot) com.
We had a great discussion about endings on Friday. I have to admit I learned a lot, and I'm gonna steal all of your ideas for my book. I think y'all could teach a class on the art of the ending. (You probably wouldn't resort to a bra analogy like some people...)
With your ideas in mind, I've been taking my new ending for a test drive, and so far there has been no chafing or irritation. Hopefully I've found one that will last.
I have to give a shout out to my tennis playing boyfriend for winning the Madrid Open.
And by "boy" I mean Rafa Nadal, and by "friend" I mean lover.
He recently trademarked his sneer, so don't try to copy it.
Rafa beat his main rival, Roger Federer, who's also a tall drink of water. But Rafa rocks the clay court, and when his knees aren't on the fritz, he's unstoppable. He puts so much junk on his forehand, it's the dirtiest spin in tennis. (No, these are not euphemisms.)
To all of you new blog followers: Yes, I feel it is my duty to educate about the hotness that is Men's tennis right now.
I keep having this dream that Rafa and I are best friends. Like no one in the world gets us better than the other. Every time I wake up, I'm like, "I can't believe we're not best friends!"
Tell me the truth, is that above paragraph rule #1 on the checklist to becoming a full-fledged stalker?
Okay, I'm off to revise. Now that I have an ending, I guess I need a middle, and then word on the street is that I'll need a beginning too.
Wish me luck. What are y'all up to this week?