Being an author is like being in charge of your own personal insane asylum.

- Graycie Harmon

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

I'm Running out of Imaginative Titles for my Posts

That's bound to happen eventually, I suppose.

There isn't all that much by way of news. I wrote my first ever guest blog post yesterday. You can read it here:

That same blog has put up their lovely (squee!) review of The Dying God & Other Stories onto the blog (here), as well as in their notes on Facebook. It makes me so happy!

I wrote nothing at all yesterday. The editing took far longer than I intended it too. That said, I think that, with one more pass with a different Beta Reader, I'll be ready to submit The Third Prince once again. We'll see, though. I'm not all that concerned about missing a day of writing. I'll be catching up throughout the week ... I hope.

On a completely unrelated topic, I may have broken my left foot. Nice. It maybe might have happened three weeks ago, but I stubbornly refused to not go to training, and therefore aggravated the problem. Yesterday (ahem ... during training) it hurt so much I actually felt like crying. Oh well, to the clinic I go to get a requisition for an X-Ray. There'll be no training for me tonight. You can't see me, but I'm making a sad face.

Slightly related, but not really, I'm quite exciting for the weather to warm up a little. Equestrian Archery season starts soon. Which reminds me, I have to email C.K. Oh, and thanks to the venerable C.G. (you know who you are), I'm thinking of doing an article on the subject of Equestrian Archery and shopping that out to a few specialty magazines etc. We'll see. It'll have to wait until April in any case.

Mock the Week is extremely hilarious.

I think that about covers everything. So, without further ado, here is today's Forgotten English:


A weather prophet.
- Joseph Wright's English Dialect Dictionary, 1898-1905

By the colour or hue of the scaum [atmospheric haze] do weatherwiseacres guess about coming weather.
- John Mactaggart's Scottish Gallovidian Encyclopedia, 1824

[From] wiseacre, a wise or learned person; a sage.
- Sir James Murray's New English Dictionary, 1928

Now this is interesting. As soon as I read 'wiseacre' a guffawed a little. My grandmother and mother both often used this word to describe me ... very sarcastically (I should note, not me exclusively). In fact, I heard it only ever used sarcastically and so thought that it could only be used sarcastically. That's the only way I've ever used the word myself. Until now, I thought it was just a made-up word that meant 'smart-arse.' Hah! This makes me absurdly happy.

Righty-o, back to work for me. Have a great Tuesday all! Ta-ta for now.


Anna L. Walls said...

It's so cool that you do the things you do. Take care of that foot. I screwed up a foot once (not broken) but the school had free medical so I got it x-rayed right away. Turns out I'd had some broken toes once upon a time. The only thing I could think of was when a horse stepped on my toes and I fell at the same time twisting them all wrong. My foot hurt after that but not so much I thought they were broken (not that anyone could have done anything about broken toes).

S.M. Carrière said...

I promise I'll take care of my foot. Isn't it weird how breaks are never as painful as we think they will be. I mean, if it didn't hurt so much last night, I wouldn't have asked our resident doctor and found that it was likely broken. Le sigh.

Pam Asberry said...

I stumbled upon your blog from a comment you left on someone else's and I am so glad I did. I love your conversational style and the way you tie random thoughts together. You made me smile on a morning it seems I don't have a lot to smile about - thank you! If you find a minute, I hope you will come visit my blog, too! Have a great day! P.S. I hope your foot mends quickly.

S.M. Carrière said...

Good Morning, Pam.

I'm so glad I made you smile. Sometimes I fret that I amuse only myself...

I will certainly drop by your blog!

Also, might I ask which blog you found me from?