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I liked the premise of The Vow. A tragic car accident strips a woman of her memories of her entire life with her husband. He has to try to make her fall in love with him all over again.
However, with the past 5 years erased, she bonds with her long estranged family and reconnects with her life before him.
Channing Tatum did an amazing job portraying the frustration of a husband who remembers every moment of his life with the woman he loves, but is a complete stranger to her.
The movie was told mostly from his POV and maybe that’s why I found the wife utterly unlikeable. He was so giving and he tried so hard. And she never appreciated it.
She came off as a selfish creature with no redeeming qualities. I wanted to see what her husband saw in her, but I didn’t. She acted like a spoilt brat from the moment she woke up in the hospital until the credits ran.
This is not Rachel McAdams’ fault. She did a good job with this role.
Frankly, I was rooting for the husband to divorce her ass and find someone who could love him back because he deserved that.
I didn’t shed a tear the entire movie.
I was too busy being pissed off at this stupid wife who only thought of her feelings the entire time. She squandered his love. I wanted him to run off with his partner in the recording studio.
I have no clue why it took me so long to see The Descendants.
I absolutely loved how much setting the film used. Huge beach vistas and busy city streets in Hawaii. Totally grounded me in the story.
The story is about a workaholic father who is the backup parent until his wife has a boating accident. Right after he is told she won’t wake up from her coma and her living will kicks in, he finds out about his wife’s infidelity. Touching, heart-warming, realistic, tragic, humorous, and conflicted don’t begin to describe it.
I have never seen actors act so flawlessly you forgot you were watching a movie and you were sucked right into their world. You believed this was happening. And you took the entire emotional journey with this family.
George Clooney and Shailene Woodley are beyond gifted. There is this scene where she breaks down in the pool–wow. Just wow.
It earned every accolade it achieved in this New York Times Review.
I’m going to have to add the book to my reading list.
Many thanks to my blog and Twitter followers who participated. You’ve got awesome blogs and I enjoy reading all your posts!
We have a winner of the personalized autographed copy of Paige Shelton’s If Fried Chicken Could Fly.
Huge Congrats go to:
I’m going to shoot you an email with all the details this afternoon (look for an email from firstname.lastname@example.org), but just wanted you to start thinking about how you want the autograph personalized.
Thanks for participating!
I’m hoping to have a few more contests throughout the year. So if you didn’t win this time, there will be a next time. I promise.
Today Grandma H and I went on our weekly outing. I needed to drop off two snail mail queries for agents at our local post office.
Grandma hates parking. She pulls in and goes “Uh-oh.”
There’s a freaking oil truck taking up four spots. Luckily there are two spots open. I point to them and say, “There’s two spots.”
Grandma pull into both spots. Literally. The middle of the car is on the line between the spots. I look at her. “I didn’t mean take two spots. You should have picked one.”
She shrugs and cuts the engine. “Just go mail your stuff.”
A while later, we are driving down the main road, Wolcott Road, and she sees signs that say Road Work Ahead.
“I’m not going that way,” she says.
I look down the road. “The roadwork is on the other side.”
“I don’t care.” She puts on her blinker to take Sharon Rd.
There’s a guy in front of us and we have a green light but it’s a left hand turn and there is oncoming traffic. He edges up. She edges up. He turns and she is right on his butt. I see the oncoming traffic and gasp.
“I saw them. We had enough time.”
I mutter, “We always do when it’s my side of the car.”
She says, “I’d have swerved into a car to save you.”
“Great so we’d be hit on both sides.”
She starts laughing.
As we pass a field on Sharon Road, she tells me, “A man committed suicide there 80 years ago.”
I ask, “How did he commit suicide?”
“He was having an affair with the neighbor’s wife.”
I ask, “He committed suicide while having sex?” This is a kinky story.
She shakes her head. “No, I’m telling the story from the beginning.”
“Ah. It would have helped if you said that.”
We get to the mall and go to Olive Garden. There’s a line and the prices are higher than IHOP. So we go to our place, IHOP.
I order the above which is “Green Eggs and Ham” and is part of their The Lorax related specials. I loved Dr. Seuss.
So I tell her, “I’m having green eggs and ham.”
She looks at it. “So you are. That’s like the Dr. Seuss books I used to read Paulie.”
“I think I read them to you too.”
Grandma H has a coupon that when she spends $25, she gets 2.50 off the bill at the grocery store. So we go over. We get the items she needs but they tally to $18. So I show her Chobani yogart 4/$5.
“What flavors do they have?” she asks.
“Strawberry,” I say.
“Your aunt can’t have seeds.”
“I thought these were for you.” Strawberry is her favorite flavor. But I switch to selecting flavors for Auntie.
“What’s that lemon one?”
“Pineapple,” I say.
“I’ll take it.”
“Should I get another vanilla? You need four.”
“What happened to the strawberry?” she asks.
“You said Auntie couldn’t have that.”
“That’s for me. Two are for her, two are for me. And I want the strawberry.”
“Okay.” I grab it and add it to her cart. Our total comes to 24.18 after the $2.50 discount.
Last weekend it was the anniversary of my grandfather’s death, we saw my aunt at the cemetery by his grave. We pulled in to see her and Grandma H was sitting in the car. Grandma H saw us and leapt out.
“Your grandfather died today. Five years ago.”
She waves toward his gravestone. “Go Pray.”
I look at her. She knows I’m not Catholic.
She dissolves into giggles and doubles over.
My mom looks over. “What’s going on?”
Grandma H and I are giggling like kids.
“Nothing I say.”
Grandma H chuckles and gets back in the car.
Paige Shelton’s If Fried Chicken Could Fly is a delicious romp in the former wild west town of Broken Rope, Missouri, with a cast of absolutely engaging characters that you are dying to spend another book with. I’d jump in my car and roadtrip to Ms. Shelton’s Broken Rope any day.
From the back cover: “Isabelle ‘Betts’ Winston loves teaching the secrets of mouthwatering country food in her hometown, Broken Rope, Missouri–famous for its past of outlaws, knife battles, and hangings. But now an all-too-current murder threatens the start of the tourist season…”
I love how Ms. Shelton took a traditional mystery, tossed in cowboys, missing gold, and a modern day treasure hunt and then added an unconventional pinch of attraction between Betts and the ghost. Blended it to the tastiest treat.
I had no idea who the killer was until the end. Luckily, Ms. Shelton crafted a fast-paced mystery that I devoured in three nights so the wait was bearable.
All the characters are 3-D. I especially enjoyed Betts’ unconventional grandma, Grams/Missouri. She is a pip whether lecturing Betts on how to deal with seeing ghosts, stuck in a cell for a murder she didn’t commit, or dodging Bett’s questions about the treasure hunt that may have led to murder.
There are also several recipes from Ms. Shelton at the back of the book. I’m trying out her fake fried chicken this week.
If you like a dash of paranormal in your mystery, this is a not to be missed read!
I liked it so much, I asked Ms. Shelton if I could give away an autographed copy here. And she said YES!
ONTO THE FREE BOOK CONTEST…
The prize: A free personally autographed copy of If Fried Chicken Could Fly by Paige Shelton, a New York Times Bestselling Author and National Bestselling Author.
1) You must have a U.S. mailing address to enter the contest. Any new and existing blog and/or Twitter followers can enter.
2) Follow my blog (Kourtney Heintz’ Journal) for one point.
3) Follow me on Twitter (@kourhei) for one point.
4) To enter, comment below telling me your total points and the names/handle you follow me under. Make sure to include your email address in the comment so I can notify you if you win. (Note: You get one entry for each point.)
5) Enter by Thursday February 23 at 7 AM EST. That’s 48 hours from when this post goes live. Then the contest closes to submissions.
I will randomly select a winner. The winner will be notified via email and announced on Friday’s blog.
This is what I thought my draft looked like before I started revising. I thought every work counted. That every scene was as streamlined as it could be. That the manuscript couldn’t be tightened.
This is what it actually looked like. Way too many words. Some did very little. Some nothing. Throw away words and sentences. Even scenes. Gasp. I’ve cut 2000 words and I’m only on p.140.
You are only as good as your critiquers, your writing classes and your self-editing classes. If your critiquers all say your work is good. Maybe it is. Maybe it is ready. You can query it.
But after several rejections, maybe you might want to find someone with more experience to weigh in. I’m not saying hire an editor, but maybe ask a pubbed friend to look at the first chapter. Because whatever mistakes you made there, you made throughout the whole book. And the fat you didn’t trim away there is everywhere else.
I’m guilty of it. Every time I come back to a manuscript I thought was amazing, I am slammed by new issues. *Doink* I thought this was good? *Gasps and blushes* How did I miss this?
I’ve heard people say writers never finish books, they abandon them. But I’m wondering when will I know to let it go.
How do you ever know that a manuscript is ready?