Yup

I got a full request.
A full.
That makes me actually quite pleased. If I'd posted this ten minutes after I first checked my email there would be a heckuva lot more exclamation marks. As it is, the nerves have kind of set in. So . . . yeah . . .
But at least now I know if she says no, it isn't because my writing stinks. That sounds odd, but quite honestly? It's good enough for me. Of course, I REALLY REALLY REALLY would love a yes. But a full is still good.
Now, to calm the nerves that are threatening to quite frankly eat my alive, I'm going to go edit. Also, watch Titanic or something else equally mindless and forever imprinted in my head.

Actually, these nerves might be too much for even Titanic. Time for the big guns.
Yes. I am just that awesome.

I have never read a perfect book

That is, until Hunger Games. But even that one I wouldn't have called 'perfect'. No, the ending was too awful.
(awful in the omg I want the next book, why on earth would she do this to me, who will she pick, why, when, NOW! kind of way)

That's the British cover, for those who don't recognize it. (Hah. As if I would have ten seconds ago)
Anyway. I just read the second one, Catching Fire.
Oh, my goodness. I took it out to breakfast with the family and read between ordering, read in the car, read at home and had it finished in, like, an hour and a half. It was just that awesome.
The next one, please. Now. Now.
Now, now, now, now, now.
Talk about perfect. If the third is anything like the first two, I will have read a perfect series. It transcends good. Suzanne Collins is to applauded. I liked her first books, but these are just amazing. She had to have put so much thought into these, so much planning.

Barbiac

I have a talking problem.
I always have. When I was little, I can remember getting in a 'fight' with my mom. (If I remember, she told me to clean my room. Ahem.) My punishment for her was going to be to spend all day without talking to her.
I lasted fifteen minutes.
I was a compulsive storyteller, even as a kid. I had stuffed animals by the dozens, and all of them had a history. Some of them had enemies and most of them had a couple of designated friends. Then there were the barbies.
I was a Barbiac.

I know. It's a terrible thing. I should be ashamed. I have moved past my adolescent denial, though, and now fully admit it.
Not only did they have stories, they had life missions. They had fights with their boyfriends, they rescued princes from dragons. . .
. . . yes, even as a six year old the sexist thing bother me . . .
Today, talking was a bit of an issue. Got yelled at for it in class, talked my mom to the seclusion of her room, ect, ect.
No wonder I like writing.
You get to ramble on and on, and then you get to read it back and sometimes out loud, and it's just more and more talking. Not even Barbie world lives up to it. (My inner child is screaming defiance at that last statement.)
Quite seriously, though. Not only can the princess rescue the prince, but she can save the world. Plus, she can do it without being plastic and having a two centimeter waist.
What more could you ask for?

Oh, shut up.

Blog awards: I'm majorally thrilled!!

So, I opened my email earlier today to preform a rather nasty task (emailing someone I don't like) to find that I had been nominated for a blog award.
I'm super thankful, and even more surprised. Plus, I am now totally over the whole nasty email business.
I've posted the award and such below. :D



Here's the rules.
1. Thank the person who nominated you for this award.
2. Copy the logo and place it on your blog.
3. Link to the person who nominated you for this award.
4. Name 7 things about yourself that people might not know.
5. Nominate other Bloggers.
6. Post links to the blogs you nominate.
7. Leave a comment on each of the blogs letting them know they have been nominated.

So let's go down the list!

Thank you so much to Sara Tribble. I've been reading your blog and it's amazing interviews for a while now. It was a major excitement to me that you'd looked at mine and thought it worthy of awarding. Thank you so much! I've linked to you in the seven below instead of up here, because yours is a blog most definitely worth awards.

Seven Things You May NOT Know:
1. I am in highschool debate, and totally, utterly love it. I'm a major geek.
2. I can't focus without music in the background.
3. Math and I do not understand each other. If I had my way, I'd take English all day and never take another course in Advanced Algebra.
4. The first chapter I ever read? Harry Potter.
5. My fingernails are never devoid of polish. Never. Not ever. I'm that obsessed.
6. I have two dogs, and together, they weigh over two hundred pounds.
7. Like most people that read a lot, I read abnormally fast. I am constantly having to tell my teachers that yes, yes indeed, I did actually read what I was meant to.

And now for the Nominations!
Sara
Maggie
Cipherqueen

I only put three for now because my computer's being a freak and won't follow to have the sites. I'll put more later. :D
There you have it! Feel free to take one or both awards and follow the rules!

My fatal flaw

You know how every mythological hero has their fatal flaw? Achilles heel, Harry Potter and his compassion(Not a myth yet. But mythic proportions when you measure the awesomeness.)
Yes, well. I'm no hero, but I do have a flaw of my own.
It lies in shoes.

By Delman Jules, NP. Sigh. They're so pretty. Sadly, though, I seriously don't have the cash to spend on shoes that expsensive. I just spent about an hour looking through all the pretty shoes though. Should you be interested, the link is as follows.
http://couture.zappos.com/n/es?&d=722118709&order_by=age_asc&page=2
If you are like me, and have a masochistic streak, then by all means. Go look at the shininess. Blame Meg Cabot. She mentioned it first on her blog.
Moving on.
This book is truly amazing. It took me a bit of time to get into it, but I really enjoyed it.

I love historical fiction and this was done really well. Plus, the cover is amazingly gorgeous.
(Pretty shoes, pretty book. Are you seeing a pattern?)
Anyway, I loved it. It's set in the Elizabethan era, in Elizabeth's court. Utterly fabulous. I highly recommend it.
Random note: One of my friends asked me why I only post good reviews about books. It's not because everything I read is amazing. It's just that I think it's pointless to put something negative about a book. Someone worked for hours on that. I'm not going to say that it's terrible, because it isn't. I just personally didn't like it.
Okay, random note and small little rant over.

Nerves, more nerves, and guess what people? NERVES

So I got another partial request.
This one is from a rather fabulous agency, and now, I'm nervous.
Very.
I haven't sent it yet. Partly because the upload thingy isn't working and I don't have the bandwith on the computer to try and force it. There's a code to upload, which expires in like a week. Hopefully the bandwith will be back by then.
Now, I will blog about my nerves.
...
That's really all there is to say.
I'm really nervous.
After the one agent telling me my characters needed help, I've spent roughly . . . a million? Or a trillion, perhaps. . . . hours working on them, and it's still a tiny bit rough.
Or a lot, I'm still not sure. But it's tighter, definitely. I don't know that there's a whole lot more I can do until the computer gets back up. I had my sister read some and tried to have a friend reread it, but her computer didn't work. Sigh.
I need something shiny to distract from the nerves.
Let's see.
We have this.

A lovely baby monkey.
Yes, yes, adorable, but oddly, looking at it makes me sad. Sad is not better than nervous.
There's him, Peter off of Narnia.

But quite sadly, that reminds me of one of my characters. Actually, that's who I pictured when I wrote that particular character. DANGIT, nerves are back!!!
Hmm, what is not nerve inducing. . .

That might work. Though there's another character in that one, too, that reminds me of one of my people. Not as much, though.
If Gossip Girl fails me, though, I have something else that might just work. It can't be a book, because that will make me feel inadequate just about now. So, yes. I think this might do it instead.

My hate for Rose in this scene will overwhelm any other feeling.I mean, seriously. She should have just moved over.

I don't think I've ever cried that hard

For a book, at least. There have probably been instances with my sister, or with a certain idiotic boy. Anyway, that's as far as THAT particular line of thought is traveling.
Back to this tearjerking book.

It's called If I stay, by Gale Forman, and is about a teenage girl who gets in a carwreck with her family. She's in a coma, but her 'spirit' is walking around, looking at her remaining family, her boyfriend, her best friend . . . and she's forced to decide whether or not she wants to stay on Earth, or die
Oh, my goodness.
I'm a booksnob. Normally, I won't pick up anything bigger than two hundred and fifty pages. I figure if I'm going to read, then I want to spend at least two hours(about the time it takes to finish the above mentioned number) reading it. This book caps at maybe . . . I'm not going to guess, let's go look in a tab.
Oh, it's like two hundred. Well, still, it's shorter than I'd normally pick up. Generally I'm in the 300-400's.
Anyway, back to the point.
It was so good. I cry at a lot of books, but this was the first all summer, and one of the first that made me cry multiple times. I think Kira-Kira managed it a couple years ago, and My Sister's Keeper made me bawl my eyes out. But I cried like three times in this one.
Wow, that isn't the best recommendation, I suppose.
But go read it anyway! I cry easy, maybe you won't.
(You probably will.)