I’m In The Top Six!

Earlier this year, I participated in Andy Rane’s The Same Six Questions. It was a blast. I had no idea at the time that Andy would be picking the six best answers to question #6, but he did. And guess what? I’m one of them! Apparently my answer to the sixth question was not only funny to me, but to Andy as well.

I was delightfully surprised to open my email this morning and find my award waiting for me. Which I’ll share with you now.

I know you’re asking yourself, “Gee, myself, where can I get my hands on the infamous Same Six Questions?” Well, worry no more, friends. Take my hand and follow me here, where you will find The Top Six of The Same Six. Feel free to linger around over at Andy’s and look through all the other interviews. Maybe you’ll agree with his top six picks. Maybe not. But if you don’t, don’t send him hate mail. Andy’s a pretty neat guy.

Enjoy!

Why Indie Writers Rock My World

Why Indie Writers Rock My World.

A post by die-hard indie author fan Amber Jerome Norrgard. It sounds like she likes to read. Or something.

You’re Not There

I had a question for you one day. I don’t remember now what the question was, but it was something I knew you’d know the answer to. I thought to myself, ‘as soon as I get home, I’ll call and ask –‘ But then I remembered that I couldn’t call and ask you anything because you’re not there. I tried not to dwell on that fact, as it always makes me sad. I moved on with the day, then the week, then the month, trying hard to ignore the pain that comes when I think about it too much.

A few weeks passed, and something happened. Some little event in my life that I just couldn’t wait to get home and call you to share with you. But the smile slipped from my face as I once again realized that I couldn’t call you and share anything with you. Because you’re not there. It was harder to push aside that time, but I did. I somehow managed to carry on with the day, then the week, and the weeks since. But it’s always there, nagging at my mind.

I know you’re not there. I’ve known it all along. But is saddens me greatly to think about it, so I try my best not to. Sometimes, it slips in and tears spring immediately to my eyes. I blink rapidly, hoping no one has noticed. It’s hard. Harder than I thought it would be. I know that at some point, I will find myself overwhelmed and will almost certainly break down and fall apart. And the worst part is that after it’s over, I can’t even call you and talk to you about it because you’re not there.

I miss you, Grandma.