Contest
I am coming back with a "real" post later today. I promise. :-)
But first, go check out Kate's blog for a contest in which you could win a copy of your choice from my backlist.
But first, go check out Kate's blog for a contest in which you could win a copy of your choice from my backlist.
Labels: Contests, Linda's Posts
posted by Linda Winfree at 8:21 AM
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:~: Sunday, March 04, 2007 :~:
Winner -- WHAT MATTERED MOST
The winner of my What Mattered Most giveaway is . . .
Judy!
Judy, if you'll email me at linda_winfree at yahoo dot com and let me know what ebook format you'd like, I'll get it right out to you!
Thanks to everyone who commented!
Judy!
Judy, if you'll email me at linda_winfree at yahoo dot com and let me know what ebook format you'd like, I'll get it right out to you!
Thanks to everyone who commented!
Labels: Contests
posted by Linda Winfree at 6:10 PM
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:~: Friday, March 02, 2007 :~:
What Really Matters Most
I spent yesterday playing with ideas, trying to figure out what I'd do for my post today. I thought about Elisa's post on rejections, on Joan's post on voice, toyed with the idea of context or expectations versus reality.
I was still thinking about it when I went to bed around eleven, figuring I'd write while I had my coffee before heading to school.
At eleven fifteen, I switched off the weather radio, because the batteries were dying and the resulting beeping was making me nuts.
At eleven forty-four, the phone rang. I stumbled sleepily to the office, ready to fuss at whatever student was calling me for help on their assignment that late at night.
It was my mom, wanting to know if I had the local news on. I didn't, but I grabbed the weather radio and turned it back on while the DH fiddled with the television.
The alarm was already running -- a tornado on the ground in neighboring Baker County, estimated arrival in my town at 11:50.
Six minutes.
We live in a doublewide mobile home in the middle of a pecan grove. Staying wasn't an option.
While I was pulling on clothes and getting the boys dressed, images flashed in my head of the devastation from the last two tornadoes to come through our rural county in the middle of the night. Homes destroyed. Lives lost. People devastated.
We ran for safety, my mother's home a few miles outside of town (I didn't realize until we returned that we didn't bother to close the front door). Watching the lightning flash, listening to the weather alerts, peering into the rain for a funnel cloud highlighted against the clouds, clinging to my terrified nine-year-old's hand, I don't think I've ever been that frightened in my life.
Want to know what I grabbed as we left? Not my laptop with my manuscripts loaded on it, not my rejection file, not even photos or jewelry or extra clothing.
I grabbed what truly matters most.
One is twelve, almost as tall as I am.
One is nine, gangly and brilliant.
{I did grab my purse (I needed my car keys and all the insurance info I keep in there).}
The other what-matters-most was home by chance, due to an injury, and he drove us through the storm, intent on keeping his family safe. I told him later this was the kind of night that really shows you that the all the crap just doesn't matter.
Earlier this morning, I stood in front of our school, my knees weak with relief that none of our families suffered injuries or fatalities (other communities around us weren't so blessed).
I know we're normally all-writing, all-the-time here at Romance Worth Killing For, but I can't get my mind wrapped around a writing topic this morning. I promise next week I'll be back in the writing game.
I do have a copy of my debut release What Mattered Most to give away today, as I'd planned to do earlier in the week. All you have to do is leave a comment telling me what is your "matters-most."
I'm going to spend some time with mine. I'll see you later.
I was still thinking about it when I went to bed around eleven, figuring I'd write while I had my coffee before heading to school.
At eleven fifteen, I switched off the weather radio, because the batteries were dying and the resulting beeping was making me nuts.
At eleven forty-four, the phone rang. I stumbled sleepily to the office, ready to fuss at whatever student was calling me for help on their assignment that late at night.
It was my mom, wanting to know if I had the local news on. I didn't, but I grabbed the weather radio and turned it back on while the DH fiddled with the television.
The alarm was already running -- a tornado on the ground in neighboring Baker County, estimated arrival in my town at 11:50.
Six minutes.
We live in a doublewide mobile home in the middle of a pecan grove. Staying wasn't an option.
While I was pulling on clothes and getting the boys dressed, images flashed in my head of the devastation from the last two tornadoes to come through our rural county in the middle of the night. Homes destroyed. Lives lost. People devastated.
We ran for safety, my mother's home a few miles outside of town (I didn't realize until we returned that we didn't bother to close the front door). Watching the lightning flash, listening to the weather alerts, peering into the rain for a funnel cloud highlighted against the clouds, clinging to my terrified nine-year-old's hand, I don't think I've ever been that frightened in my life.
Want to know what I grabbed as we left? Not my laptop with my manuscripts loaded on it, not my rejection file, not even photos or jewelry or extra clothing.
I grabbed what truly matters most.
One is twelve, almost as tall as I am.
One is nine, gangly and brilliant.
{I did grab my purse (I needed my car keys and all the insurance info I keep in there).}
The other what-matters-most was home by chance, due to an injury, and he drove us through the storm, intent on keeping his family safe. I told him later this was the kind of night that really shows you that the all the crap just doesn't matter.
Earlier this morning, I stood in front of our school, my knees weak with relief that none of our families suffered injuries or fatalities (other communities around us weren't so blessed).
I know we're normally all-writing, all-the-time here at Romance Worth Killing For, but I can't get my mind wrapped around a writing topic this morning. I promise next week I'll be back in the writing game.
I do have a copy of my debut release What Mattered Most to give away today, as I'd planned to do earlier in the week. All you have to do is leave a comment telling me what is your "matters-most."
I'm going to spend some time with mine. I'll see you later.
Labels: Contests, Linda's Posts
posted by Linda Winfree at 6:30 AM
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:~: Saturday, February 17, 2007 :~:
The Winner Is...
The Valentine's winner was chosen from the commenters this week out of my DH's lucky baseball hat, picked by by my daughter's friend who was visiting today.Allison Brennan!!
I hope you like purple, cause you've won a darling pair of snowman earrings and a beautiful scarf, both handmade by ... ME! You'll also receive a Sharon Sala trilogy for that ever-plotting writer's mind.
Email me at ultraswan @ hotmail . com with your address.
Congratulations!
We've got more contests coming up next week! Check back!!
Labels: Contests
posted by Joan Swan at 1:05 PM
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